Disclaimer: I don't own this. No matter how much I wish I did. They aren't mine, well except Lucy and Riley. Riley must die though. She's my real Best Friend's evil twin. But guess what….she die. Hehe, thought I'd give it away. Nope. Read it FOO'!

Ten: War.

Riley had ducked out of the way when Optimus had come in. Megatron could handle himself, or at least she hoped so. The gaping hole that the autobot had torn open was just her chance to slip outside and see the war that was happening. Where the hell was Starscream? That coward! He'd left Barricade to fend for himself; oh she was going to chew his aft out when he got back. The autobots had grown in number, by one. The silver one that she had defeated once before was with them. So he could walk now? Well she just might have to fix that.

Damn, Barricade was outnumbered four to one. The decepticon was trying his best to defend, but it wouldn't be long before he would have to flee. Should she give the order? To retreat and let her world go down? But her ally…without him what would it matter. So she began to run across the battle field, streaking by so fast that it was almost unbelievable. Almost being the key. The sounds of blasting cannons, the dirt and concrete flying in the air. But she was getting closer. The silver bot had spotted her, and he was coming fast in his car form. Cool car, but not friendly. The car was about to run her over and then, she was thrown sideways now that was something she hadn't expected. She was barely jostled in Barricade's opinion, but it was enough for Riley to be a bit shaken. She was in his hand as the decepticon rolled away, shielding her from view.

Ratchet couldn't understand it, and it held him dumbstruck until an annoyed Bumblebee shoved him hard.

"Go!" He growled. Bee was already glad that he'd left Sam and Mikaela at that little motel in town. He couldn't have kept up with both of them. Not in middle of this.

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"I said let her go, Megatron." Optimus demanded. Megatron, the creep, was just smirking as happily as he could be, as he lifted me higher. Oh god. I was going to throw up. Oh no! I felt the stuff start to travel back up my throat, but I kept it down though I wasn't sure how long that would last. Damn me and my fear of heights. Still though I kept a grip on the cube, as Optimus crept ever closer.

"Hurry!" I squeaked, just as Megatron reached his other hand to wrench the cube away from my feeble grasp. I saw only one choice, and hell I just might die for it. I shoved the cube away from myself as hard as I could, trying to throw it to Optimus. Hoping that the robot was pretty good at catch. That led to a series of events: Megatron throwing me into the air, scrambling to catch the spark. Me, screaming my freakin' head off. Optimus diving to catch me, and Megatron getting the spark anyway. Then I was mad, I mean sure he'd saved me but now the world was sure to come to total destruction. I crumpled into Optimus' hand and gasped with fright.

Now that was scary. Scarier than that time I almost fell off the Batman coaster at six flags.

"Are you okay?" He questioned. I could only nod my head. He looked back at Megatron who was starting to his own feet.

"Go outside. Find Jazz, stay with him."

"But, but, bu—" I tried to protest. I wasn't going to leave him here, defiantly not when maybe I could help in anyway.

"Go." He put me on the ground and I felt my legs wobble as he stumbled off to engage Megatron. I looked between the night air, and the battle between the pair for a long moment. "No. You don't have time now Lucy. GO." I was screaming at myself silently, I urged my legs to move but they weren't listening. I watched Megatron and Optimus struggle, and I could tell that Optimus wasn't going to win without some help.

But could he wait long enough for me to dodge the small war outside and get that help? The pair were wrestling for supremacy and Optimus needed some leverage. Megatron had his size on his side, Optimus just barely tall enough to be at the half of his head area. I glanced around. A weapon. A freakin' weapon in a military base how hard was it to find? Pretty darn hard if you ask me. I ended up just picking up some scrap metal that was light enough. I got on a ladder, climbing up and down carrying what I could. In less than three minutes I had enough to start something, and I was lucky that Optimus was holding his own that long.

Geez, Megatron was strong. I waited for my chance, and it came sooner than I expected. Optimus threw a good right hook, sending the decepticon back two or three feet. I lifted a large chunk of metal and hurled it down as hard as I could muster. It clinked off the armor, as a confused robot growled looking up. I was already on it now. Thank you dad, for making me play softball. I was about to throw the third piece as Megatron lifted his hand crushing the scaffolding I was on. I slid across the metal scraping my scrapes reopening the closed ones. Geez that hurt. I grabbed between the metal at the last moment, keeping myself from plummeting down.

Optimus had what he needed though. He was winning, thanks to me. Something reached my ears, as the sound of clunking metal came through hurriedly. More than one and I could only hope it wasn't Starscream or Barricade. My grip was slipping, and just as I was going to fall I felt someone catch me. I opened my mouth to scream again, but stopped. Ironhide.

"Hey kid." He smiled. That was a first. I looked over to my left where I could see Bumble, Ratchet, and even Jazz helping to put Megatron out. Ironhide mumbled something about missing the fun, and he turned away.

"Wait. Where are—?"

"There are something you don't need to see." I understood. Too gruesome for me. Well hell. I'd already seen so much. It was then I realized that my wrist was screaming bloody murder. I grimaced, trying not to show the pain but that sure the hell wasn't working. Ironhide regarded me strangely.

"Are you okay?" He asked despite the fact that no, everything wasn't alright. I'd almost been killed…twice and my best friend was…wait where was Riley?

"Yeah, yeah. Where's Riley?" I shrugged the pain off, but that wasn't working so well either.

"Gone."

"Gone?" I repeated.

"She and Barricade took off faster than a bat out of hell." He commented as he led me outside. He looked at my wrist, and so did I and I could see just a fragment of bone there.

Oh jeez, I had broken my…my…then it was all black. For the second time of my life. Dang. I guess that was all right though. We'd won the War.

A/N:

Okay. So I guess I need to clear some things up. One: No. I don't own this. Two: I will put a chappie in called "Megatron's Death" and have it from Optimus' POV. Three: Where Riley and Barricade went, you'll find out soon. Perhaps a sequel or maybe Riley discovers what Megatron was actually planning. And maybe Barri will join the friggin' autobots. ) who knows. Okay bye, until next chapter.

-Spaz