A/N: I don't even know why I do these…. Oh yeah to remind me to do the disclaimer. I always forget to capitalize earth… I mean Earth. See?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS…..yet.


"We can't jus up an leave, Prime!" Jazz yelled after hearing the news that the Autobots were to leave Earth. Three days since Sentinel betrayed them, and three days since Sparks left her quarters. She was starting to worry Jazz. "Sparks won't even leave her quarters let alone Earth!"

"I will think of something, Jazz, and I will talk to Sparks personally." Prime answered.


Optimus headed to the young medic's room. From what his TIC said, the youngling was in distress about Ironhide's offlinement. He reached the room, and half expected to hear the tell-tale signs of a femme's "temper tantrums" as the humans called it. There was no sounds of screaming, crashing, or banging, just silence. This surprised him. HE knew femmes were highly sensitive and hard to predict, but it was odd that the femme's room was silent, perhaps Jazz was right to worry about the youngling.

He finally gained the courage to knock on the small door with his pointer finger. His three knocks were greeted with the door opening, and a slouched over Sparks looking up at him.

"I came by to see if you would like to take a drive with me, and talk?" he offered.

Sparks took a moment to run what he said through her processor. "I don't think that…" She was cu off by Optimus. "We could always talk right here if you'd rather, or maybe in my office."

Sparks could tell he was dead set on talking to her. "A drive to your office would be nice." She finally said. Optimus in turn transformed and opened his door for her. Sparks looked back at her door then at Optimus. She wanted to make a run for it, escape, but she knew Optimus would have none of that. Sparks sulkily climbed into the Peterbelt, and the door closed right behind her, trapping her inside the cab.


Optimus opened his door and let Sparks out of his alt mode. He watched as she entered his office through the human sized door. He transformed into his bipedal mode and entered through the much larger door.

Sparks laid face down on the cold cement floor. "Life is full of many sacrifices." Optimus started.

"Yeah, I know, let me guess Ironhide made the ultimate sacrifice. I heard the same speech when my Mech creator offlined." Sparks interrupted.

"I understand." Optimus said not feeling offended in the least. "Jazz came to me and asked I talk to you."

The mention of his TIC seemed to perk the femme up a bit. "Jazz did?" She asked surprised.

"Yes, he was concerned for your well being. He felt it would be a risk for the Autobots to leave Earth with you still…"

"WOAH! Woah, woah, woah! Go back! Leave Earth!"

"The humans have decided it best for the Autobots to leave the planet." Optimus explained confused, wasn't she just depressed ten seconds ago? "I am confused, you were just very upset about Ironhide."

"Primus, Prime, is the only thing you can think about is your lost comrades, there are more important things to think about! Like, oh I don't know. Us being kicked off the planet! I'm not leaving this beautiful planet to the Decepticons! We have to do something!" Sparks yelled jumping up off the floor.

"I agree."


"Your diagnostics show no abnormalities." Ratchet said looking over the date he just received. "Just to make sure activate your skates."

"And you're positive I'm not going to blow up?" Sparks asked the medic. She could never tell when the medic was setting her up for death.

"I made Wheeljack test them five times to be certain."

"Oh, ok, here goes nothing." Sparks activated her skates. Nothing, she didn't blow up! She quickly activated her comm. link.

::Wheeljack, I'm so proud of you!::

::What do you mean?::

::I didn't blow up this time!::

::Hehe, yeah I try my best.::

Sparks smiled. "Now back to business. Check to see if you can activate the blades." Ratchet ordered.

"Ok." Sparks activated the blades, at first all that happened was the skates vibrated, but soon after a small circular saw blades came from the wheels on her skates.

"They don't look too dangerous." Sparks commented.

"Sideswipe kindly donated one of his brother's statures that was made of the same materials as his knives. Wheeljack melted it down, and made yours."

"This is made out of one of Sunny's sculptures?" Sparks asked gulping.

"Yes, Sideswipe seemed more than happy to steal- I mean barrow it for us." Ratchet smirked evilly. She knew he was setting her up for death. Crazy quick bastard.

"I'm dead. I'm going to die. Sunny is going to kill me. I don't even know how to use these things, and our plans are going into action tomorrow!"

"You're in luck, Jazz offered to train you as much of the basics as he could before the plans are set in motion."