I am sorry about how late this is. I have had a busy summer. My job changed my schedule and some family things came up. So this is the second to last chapter. The next is an epilogue so ya. The story is ending. I am sorry about how long this has taken. And I think the end is a bit rushed. Like really rushed. But I hope you all still like this. Leave a review. Tell me what you think. And as I am about to be done with a story, I could always use some ideas. I was thinking Justice League. Tell me what y'all want to see.

Love you all. :)


Megatron was having a bad day. Unlike most days he couldn't blame Starscream who was being over confident and and arrogant tailpipe. At the beginning of the war, he had been so promising. What had ever happened? Well it didn't matter. He needed all the help he could get and Starscream wasn't all bad. A wonderful punching bag if that was all. But today he was in the infirmary after making his master mad just the day before. No today, today it was his nemesis the Autobots.

If it wasn't Starscream, it was those slag heaps. They had just minuets ago targeted there satellite for the gate bridge. It made his mesh crawl that he was dependent on those flesh bags for anything. He hated it. But without the proper material and equipment he couldn't do these things by himself. So here he was looking at a split screen, with the fat green one and the pest at the earth location and the femme and that skin bag on screen two. After closer inspection, Magatron also saw the medic with a metal container. He decided that the space gate was far more deserving of his attention. Especially since he couldn't see Optimus. Not that he wanted to see her. She was the last person he ever wanted to see. But not seeing her was a bit worrying.

He marched down the corridors and headed for there transport area. He was going to deal with these pests once and for all. It took only a moment for him to arrive at the bridge and he looked around with a menacing stare. He was going for intimidation and it seemed to work. The two Autobots moved in front of the container and even the fleshy seemed to want to protect it. How cute.

"If you move to the side and let me see that container, I will make your deaths swift and not entirely unpleasant." Arcee just laughed.

"Like we would ever trust you." Arcee charged at him and he easily deflected her, sender her crashing into the side of the bridge. He shot twice ant the medic sending him to the ground. Megatron reached down and picked up Jack, or whatever his name was, and set him far away, much to his protest. Megatron couldn't help but laugh at them.

"You are all pathetic. You might have lived longer if you had just agreed." He laughed some more as he worked open the container. The confidence that had been with him just a moment ago, was stolen away by the femme in the container. There lay Evelyn Pax, dressed in her Archives uniform. The one she always wore. Her hair was pulled back , with bangs hanging down below her brows. He was pushed backwards by the sudden rush of memories that this image brought. It was not so much the out fit, but how sickly she looked. It reminded him of the moment he had seen her in the hospital after there fight. She had looked so pail and it had almost made him stop his plans, just so that he could divert his efforts to making her better.

But he hadn't. He was the future and he couldn't let some, woman stop him. No matter how much she had meant to him. But as he looked down at the frail body, he didn't see his enemy. The femme he had spent decades trying to kill. All he saw was Evelyn. The beautiful, smart, shy little femme that had put him in his place all those years ago.

But she was still his enemy. He raised his sword up in the air, ignoring the cry of the bicycle. He was just about to bring his hand down when her eyes slid open. Barely a fraction, but he could still see her pure blue eyes. They looked up at him, innocent, and confused. And then there was the pain. Megatron couldn't help but let his hand fall to the side. This wasn't Optimus. This was the small femme he had stabbed so many years ago. The femme he had let get away because he was too absorbed in his own selfish desires.

"Megatronus? What's happening? Why, why can't I move?" Megatron felt his spark break. He gently reached a hand out and touched her cheek. She leaned into his touch and he gently stroked her face. This was the femme he loved. And she needed to be comforted.

"Just go back to sleep Evy. Your friends are going to help you get better. Just sleep." Megatron watched as her eyes slid closed again. He slid the bio pod shut and looked back at Ratchet. "Do what you need to do. But don't expect this ever again." With that, the tyrant transformed and flew off. Ratchet couldn't help but laugh a little. It had worked.

"Let's go save Optimus."