~ Prowl's POV

I had gone for a drive a few days later, though it was actually peaceful in the base with Sari, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead gone, I needed to get out. Coming back in the base, I transformed and headed automatically into my room. I heard Hayli before I saw her, she was humming something, and I walked silently into the doorway.

Hayli was sitting up in my tree, her arm still in a sling and a bandage wrapped around her stomach. Her burned and slashed armor didn't glint in the sunlight like it used to, but it would again when she was healed. I saw she was humming a short melody to a bird that was perched on her leg, and it was listening, occasionally fluttering its wings. A small smile crept over my face and I stepped deliberately in the one spot I knew the floor creaked.

The bird took off and Hayli looked at me. I tried not to stare at her injuries, but I couldn't help feeling as if somehow it was my fault. I glanced away after my gaze landed on the slash that was visible on her faceplate under her visor. She dropped from the tree, her new legs about the only thing that wasn't injured on her. She walked up to me, tilting her head.

"Did Optimus tell you?" she asked.

"Tell me what?" I said. She brightened.

"Since we both lost our weapons in the ship, well, at least Ratchet re-armed my blasters... but anyway, Jazz is coming to bring us replacements in a few days. Optimus said the Jet twins would probably be with him, but oh well." She said before walking out of my room. I stared after her, a bit dumbfounded. She had been tortured and mutilated to the brink of death yet here she was acting as if it never happened. I shook my head, following her out.

...

~Blurr's POV

Oh come on! I thought as I struggled to get free of the pile of Seeker clones and glue. Contrary to popular belief, though I enjoyed talking as fast as I ran, my thoughts were highly organized. One of my legs was bent awkwardly and free, but it wasn't much use. Thundercracker whined above me and I craned my head back to see him.

"Oh no, I can feel this glue seeping into my circuitry..." he groaned. I sighed.

"Haveyouconsideredthepossibli tyofusingvaryingsonicpulsest oweakenanddissolve thegluethatisbindingus,ratherthancomplainingaboutit ,whichonlyreiteratesthecurren tsituationthatwaspainfullyob vioustousinthefirstplace?!" I said.

"Hm, my superior intellect is detecting a kernel of an idea in that heinous prattle of yours." Thundercracker said. He started doing exactly as I had said, and before long the mass of glue exploded, sending all of us in different directions. I landed on my aft, quickly got up, and sped away, activating my commlink as I did so.

"Cybertroncommand,codered! Megatronisonline,theDecepticonsarepursuingme andI'vediscoveredtheidentityofthe doubleagent,cananybodyhearme,isanybodythere,isthis blastedcommlinkevenworking?!" I said as I dodged shots from Thundercracker, who had followed me.

"Fool, you won't be able to warn your superiors in time!" he said. I spotted a large, almost vertical formation that tied in with the ground and I sped up, running directly up it and launching myself into the air.

"Iwillwarnthem! EvenifIhavetorunhalfwayacros sthegalaxytoCybertrontodoit!" I called. Thundercracker flew up after me, and to my amusement and advantage, my foot connected with his face, giving me enough traction to launch further and I landed on the rings of the planet that the organics called Saturn after bouncing off a lot of debris. Not even slowing down, I headed for Cybertron.

...

I had never run so far in my life, but I sped to the space bridge access where I knew Longarm Prime would be. Tripping on the floor, I rolled before skidding on my face and stayed there a moment, trying to take in enough air through my intakes to cool down my overheated systems. Looking up, I saw Longarm step back.

"Agent Blurr? What are you doing back on Cybertron?" Longarm asked. I got up, still trying to cool down, and gave him a 'just a second' gesture. Taking a deep breath, I stood up straight and saluted.

"Ihavereasontobelievethatther eisaDecepticondoubleagentino urranks,anylasisof voicepatternshasdeterminedth atWaspisnotthetraitor,furthermore,Ihavepositivelyidentified thedoubleagentastheDeceptico nShockwave,furtherquestioningwilldeterm inewhoisthe traitor." I said. Longarm looked at me with an odd expression before glancing around.

"Have you told this to anyone else?" Longarm asked.

"Ihavenot,peryourorders" I said. Longarm got a really creepy expression on his face.

"Good." he said before drawing back. I jumped out of the way as he smashed down his fist right where I had been standing.

"Doyounormallymakeitahabittot rytoslagyourownbots,sir?" I said as Longarm transformed into his tank mode and started firing at me. I dodged quickly, speaking as I did so.

"ThisseemslikemoreofDeceptico nbehaviorifyoudon'tmindmysayingso!" I said as I darted into the tunnels that I knew so well. I sprinted as fast as I could, getting fairly far before a door slammed shut in front of me. I instantly turned, the knowledge that Longarm was really Shockwave had entered my processor as soon as he tried to slag me. I was cut off again, and I realized that Shockwave was controlling the doors, eventually I'd be trapped.

I skidded to a halt as a door snapped shut in front of me, turning; I saw the one behind me close as well. I heard an awful noise as the doors started to close the space in the tunnel and I frantically tried to push them away. Starting to be crushed, I realized the only option was to go up.

Scrambling frantically up as the doors were crushing me, I felt my armor starting to crack. Something tore, but I squeezed through the doors and laid on top of them in the incredibly tight space. Panting, I knew I had to get out of there before Shockwave found me or I would be slagged for sure. It seemed like an eternity, but the doors started sliding apart, and my position was compromised as I tried to grab the edge of one of the doors so I wouldn't fall. It was no use, and I fell to the painfully hard metal floor of the tunnel. I then realized that I hadn't fallen on the floor, but a crushed, pale blue cube. I was confused at first, but then realized what had happened.

The doors had caught me at chest level, but I was to terrified at the moment to have noticed that it severed my lower half and crushed it. Looking down, I could see a bit of my Spark beating rapidly under the exposed edge of my armor. Thankfully, if I could somehow manage to get out of here and contact someone, it wasn't fatal. Though eventually, my rapid energon loss would put me in forced stasis.

I started to drag myself to a side tunnel that I knew opened into a trash chute. Noting that most of my armor was nearly shattered, I also noticed one of my arm guards had been ripped off. I thanked the All Spark that I had chosen speed over stealth when I was first created. Stealth doesn't do a fraggin' thing when you need to drag yourself away from somewhere quickly. I pulled myself to the door, which slid open automatically. My thoughts were starting to get fuzzy and I knew I didn't have long before I'd be in stasis.

I went over my basic functions over and over in order to stay focused and I continued to drag myself through the much smaller side tunnel.

My designation is Blurr. I am an Elite Guard intelligence officer rank Alpha. I was one of the first bots built after the war that was permitted to choose their programming. I chose to be a speed bot... I thought as I reached the end of the tunnel where it sloped sharply downward and became a trash chute. I slid down it, trying to stop myself from going too fast, but the chute suddenly dropped into a vertical fall and I braced myself for the landing.

I hit the ground with a thud, and looked up in relief to see the stars in Cybertron's sky. Dragging myself a short ways, text suddenly flashed in front of my eyes that only I could see

"Energon levels at 2.037%. Stasis required." it read. I activated my internal commlink, debating quickly on who to call. Sentinel wouldn't care about me, he'd leave me to go offline if it wasn't convenient for him to come find me, so I contacted Hayli. She seemed to care about everyone, and Optimus couldn't say no to her if she needed to rescue anyone. I fought against going into stasis long enough to send her a brief message.