Bulkhead paced impatiently as he watched Arcee tinker with the phone with the aid of Ratchets strong and controlled servo's.

"Anything?" Bulkhead asked, half despairingly as that was the fourth time in the past couple of hours he questioned the subject. Arcee sighed and turned away from the phone while Ratchet continued his steady hand on his work.

"Bulk." Arcee said, sighing slightly. "Miko's phone is too badly damage to retrieve information on." Arcee stopped for a moment as she glanced at Ratchet who was now standing my his side, a similar solemn expression cast as well.

"Its hopeless." He said, despairingly. Bulkhead bunched his servo's in frustration at the recent development. He stared at the remains of the pink flip phone, unable to process. What now? He asked himself. You're a lousy guardian. She doesn't deserve you.

"Wait." Ratchet called, picking up the phone and turning it over. "I have an idea."

Bulkhead didn't hesitate. "Do it."

Ratchet raised an optic ridge and placed the phone back on the table. "Well I just had a thought." He cleared his throat a little as he eyed the others turning their full attention to him. "We've lost all means of tracking Miko, as much as I hate to admit it." The dry silence that filled the space left a sort of awkward tendency in his voice so he cleared his metallic pipes once again. "However," he continued. "If we somehow grasp the means of tracking Starscream then that will surely lead us to the child."

Arcee nodded slightly. "Good point Ratchet, but how on earth do we track Starscream?" She countered with a shrug. "To do that we'd need a tracking signal. And the only place that would have access to Starscream's coding would be,"

"The decepticon warship." Bulkhead finished.

"Its too dangerous." Ratchet said, turning back to his monitor. "However considering the circumstances I deem it worthy."

Optimus at this point had been silent, eyeing his comrades as they debated options for finding this signal.

"And then all we would need to do is get the correct code for Starscream's tracker through the ships communication archives and download it manually." Ratchet continued, picking up his tools and moving over to his workbench. "Give me time to construct the device we will have to use for downloading." Arcee and Bulkhead nodded then turned back to the monitor, discussing possible tactic's of entry into enemy lines.

"Autobots." Optimus said simply, his voice stopping the bots in their tracks.

"Optimus, please." Bulkhead pleaded. "This is our last shot."

Optimus eyed the others and smiled a little internally. Watching his comrade dedicate themselves so heavily to the safety of a being of another origin made him appreciate their induction into his team even more.

"Autobots." The leader began, smirking as he watched his team straighten up in enthusiasm. "Roll out."

Incredibly short chapter I know. I'm still struggling on the whole writing thing as well as a few personal problems. But for those of you who still have an interest in this story thankyou very much. I know I've pretty much lost my audience from taking too long on updates and I kick myself every time I think about it. It was so exciting to see y'all favoriting and reviewing my stories. It made me feel needed. But I've let you down. And for that I am sorry.

I'm going to see how the next 3-4 months pan out.

Lots of hugs