Just a quick note... I am not Russian and geography is not one of my strong areas. I think I've got this right and I apologise if I haven't.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers

Summary: Sequel to One Last Time. Two years later, Human – Autobot relations are breaking down and Sam is the only one who can fix them. Megatron's forces are increasing and Director Galloway is back with a vengeance. In the midst of all this, Sam and Will still have to try and keep their relationship a secret.

Rating: M

Warning: Language

One More Time

Chapter 11:

The briefing room was on the second story of one of the office blocks. There was a large annex beside the briefing room, where any Autobots who needed to stand in on any briefings were accommodated. Optimus Prime was currently standing in the annex, observing the team Will had chosen to go with them; Sam, Epps, Graham, Leo, Maggie, Glen, Kaminari and Simmons. The delicate situation between the United States and Russians meant that they couldn't take a whole army with them – the Russian government wouldn't allow it. Optimus just wished Will had been more thoughtful in selecting soldiers. Most of his team was made up of analysts. Sure, most of them were trained in combat and there would be support from the Autobots... but Optimus wasn't convinced that this was going to work. Galloway was sat at the furthest end of the table, typing away on his laptop. Will was glaring at the man, resent and loathing clear in his eyes.

"Okay everyone, if you're reading I'd like to start the briefing." Will announced. The room fell silent and everyone except Galloway turned their undivided attention to Will and the projector screen he was standing beside. "As you can see, the map behind me is displaying Russia. The Decepticons are here –" Will pointed to a mountain range in Eastern Russia. "– In the Verkhoyansk Range. It's full of deep snow nearly all year round. The Lena and Aldan rivers are to the West and the Yana River is in the East. There are coal, silver, lead and zinc deposits in the area. Anyone want to hazard a guess as to why the Decepticons are there?"

"Because we're not?" Sam suggested. "They know it's difficult for us to get to them there. We're not exactly the best of buds with Russia. Can we get to them?"

"Yes, we can." Will replied. He clicked the button on the projector remote and a passport photo of Petr appeared on the screen. "This is Petr Andronov. A few of you have worked with him before and know that we can trust him. He's been speaking to the Russian government and we're landing in at Ugol'nyy airport in a C-17. We'll have to do a couple of days driving... and probably off road but I'm sure they'll be plenty of snow and scenery to keep you occupied. Any questions?"

"I have a question." Galloway said, folding down his laptop. "What are you going to do when you find the Decepticons?"

"We're going to take them out." Will answered. "I thought that would've been clear due to the nature of this war."

"Why don't you take any Decepticon prisoners and ask them why they are still on Earth? Why aren't we interrogating them?" Galloway asked.

"Director Galloway, we would be unable to restrain a Decepticon long enough for interrogation." Optimus explained. "Decepticons – and Autobots – are walking talking war machines. You would not have any materials on Earth strong enough to restrain us, unless you used liquid nitrogen."

"And we cannot take bucketfuls of liquid nitrogen to Russia with us." Will added. "Any more questions?"

"I have one." Kaminari said, raising her hand. "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow at 0100 hours."

"You mean... one in the morning?" Glen asked, his heart sinking.

"Yes, one in the morning." Will replied. "I'm sorry that I couldn't give you guys more notice but this operation has been thrown together pretty quick. Basically, you guys need to pack today and make sure you get plenty of rest. None of you need to work today, you've all been taken off the roster. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. I'll meet you in this room at midnight with all of your equipment, so there probably isn't any point in going to sleep tonight. You're all dismissed. I'll see you tonight." Everyone began to filter out of the briefing room, until it was just Will, Sam and Galloway left. Optimus took a lingering look at the three of them and then departed from the annex, heading back to the Autobot hangar, accompanied by Epps.

"So, I take it you've made your decision?" Galloway asked, putting his laptop away in his briefcase. "Seeing as breaking into my office to destroy the copy didn't work. Don't worry, I removed the bugs from your office. I have all of the material I need."

"You did what?" Sam asked.

"Shut up, Sam. How can I trust you?" Will scowled. Galloway shrugged and smiled. "And I have made my decision."

"Good."

"The Autobots are staying."

"Hang on... did I just hear you say 'the Autobots are staying'?" Galloway asked. "Surely you know what this means, Will? Your wife is going to see this." Galloway held up the disc with the copy of the video of Will and Sam. "And don't think you're out of this, Witwicky. I'm pretty sure Mikaela will find out about it. News travels fast on an island as small as this."

"Galloway, there's something you don't understand." Will sighed, patting the man on the shoulder. "My wife loves me, and I love her. I'm pretty sure we'll be able to work through this. Hell, we might not and then Mikaela might find out and break up with Sam. If that happens, I'm sure we'll both be pretty happy with each other." Will smirked. "You see, Theodore, I win whatever you do. If you don't send the files to my wife, the Autobots stay here and I stay with Sarah. If you do send the files to my wife, the Autobots stay here and I stay with Sam."

"Your name will be dragged through the mud, Will. Morshower will have to fire you and Sam in disgrace and then the route will be clear for me to deport the Autobots, just as we do with illegal immigrants." Galloway glowered.

"Not all illegal immigrants get caught." Will reminded Galloway. "And I'll say this to you – do your worst. I'm waiting for it." he turned on his heel and walked out of the briefing room, leaving Sam and Galloway alone.

"Surely you don't want your marriage destroyed, do you, Samuel?" Galloway asked.

"No, I don't." Sam sighed. He couldn't lie to the Director.

"Well then, I'm sure we can come to an agreement." Galloway smirked, sitting down in one of the chairs around the table. "If you help me get rid of Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots, I'll make sure you don't go down with Will."

"How are you going to do that?" Sam asked. "And why would I help you?"

"I'll just bleep your name out and pixelate your face in the video and any screenshots." Galloway dismissed the subject with a wave of his hand. "And why would you help me Samuel? Well, you'll be able to have a normal life if Optimus Prime is out of the picture. You'll be able to spend your time with your wife and child, not worrying about being called away on random missions by Optimus Prime." Galloway leant forwards. "Do you want your family to end up like the Lennox's? It's obvious that they're not going to last much longer, and you want to see your daughter grow up, don't you? That's not going to happen whilst the Autobots are here. While NEST is still running. Think about what I said, Samuel. You have one hour until I send the video to Sarah Lennox."

xxxxx

Sam walked into his house and was greeted by Mikaela. She kissed him on the cheek. Sam looked her up and down and grinned.

"Why are you wearing a pair of overalls?" Sam asked.

"I'm painting the house." Mikaela replied. "And keep your voice down, Alicia's asleep in the nursery."

"Sorry." Sam whispered. "Why are you painting the house? I have to go away soon... I have to meet in the briefing room at midnight."

"It's okay. I'll have done all of the work for you when you come back and because you're abroad they'll be one less person in the way." Mikaela smiled. "I'm doing the living room at the moment. Wanna see?"

"In a sec. I have to make a call." Sam smiled back at her.

"Okay, I'll go and tidy up a bit." Mikaela kissed him again and walked into the kitchen. Sam pulled out his mobile phone and dialled a number. "Hello? Galloway? Yes, it's Sam. I'm going to take you up on that offer. I know. Okay. Bye bye." Sam ended the call and sighed. He didn't have any other choice. He couldn't lose Mikaela and Alicia. It was time he made a decision for himself, not to save the planet. He wanted his family. I'm sorry Will, but you're not going to win.

xxxxx

"Hey honey." Will grinned, walking into his apartment. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop. Annabelle was sitting next to her, drawing some sort of picture. Will vaguely recognised it to be Ironhide and bit back a laugh. He sat down opposite Sarah and sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

"You took your time." Sarah said, her eyes scanning whatever was on the laptop screen.

"Yeah, I went to speak to the pilot to make some arrangements for the Autobots. It's harder to take Chromia on C-17's now because she's so much smaller than the others and she used to be strapped down on the deck with Arcee and Elita..." Will shook his head. "I have to leave before midnight. We're leaving Diego Garcia at one."

"Well then you've got twelve hours." Sarah smiled. She frowned. "Oh, looks like I've got an e-mail." Will was completely oblivious to what she just said, as he was talking to Annabelle about her picture. Sarah gasped in horror at the events unfolding on the screen. "Annabelle, can you go to your room?"

"Why?" Annabelle asked.

"Just go." Sarah snapped. When she was sure Annabelle was in her room and unlikely to come up, she turned the laptop screen around to face Will, her expression conveying several emotions at once: disgust, hurt, shock, anger and disbelief. Will's jaw dropped when he realised that Sam's name and face was blocked out throughout the whole video.

"Sarah –"

"What the hell was that?" Sarah slammed the top of the laptop down and glared at Will, the tears welling in her eyes. "And DON'T YOU DARE try and lie to me. It was you in that film. I know it was you... I..."

"Sarah, honey –"

"In fact I don't want to hear it." Sarah said, the tears beginning to flow. "I want you to pack your bags for your next mission and get out of here. By the time you get back, me and Annabelle will be gone. We're going back to America. We should never have moved to this stupid island in the first place."

"Sarah, can't we just talk about this?"

"Go and talk to your boyfriend about it!" Sarah snapped and stood up. She walked into Annabelle's room to tell her daughter that they would be leaving Diego Garcia, even though they had only just arrived. Will sunk into his chair. He didn't know what he was feeling. He wasn't happy and he wasn't sad, but he should've at least been feeling one of the two. One thing he did feel was anger – how come Sam wasn't identifiable in the video and he was? He walked into the bedroom and began to pack his bags. After he was packed he would go to his office and ask Sam to see him. They needed to talk.

Sam walked cautiously into Will's office. Will was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. He looked like he had just lost his world. He looked like a broken man. Sam realised that Galloway must have sent Sarah the video. She must have watched it. Sam approached Will and stood in front of the desk, waiting for Will to acknowledge he was there. There was something smashed on the desk – Sam recognised it as a microphone and camera. Will must have given the office a sweep. It turned out they couldn't trust Galloway.

"Who is it?" Will sighed.

"It's Sam. You wanted to see me." Sam said. He took another step forwards and leant on Will's desk. Will looked up at him. His eyes were swollen and puffy. He had been crying. "Will, are you okay?"

"Oh of course I'm okay, my marriage has just been destroyed." Will spat. "How the hell do you think I feel?! Here I am, sitting here with nothing left in my life and you're standing in front of me with everything. How low did you sell yourself to Galloway to make sure he didn't destroy your life too?"

"That's not fair. You've always been the one telling me that Mikaela and Alicia should be the most important things in my life." Sam frowned. "And the one time I make a decision that shows this I'm in the wrong."

"BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO IT AT EXPENSE OF MY FAMILY!" Will roared. "I HAVE LOST EVERYTHING."

"You've still got me." Sam reminded him.

"Oh great, I can be your bit on the side now." Will snarled. "Just give me a call whenever you're in the mood for a good fuck and Mikaela isn't giving you anything."

"Will, you know I would never treat you like that." Sam said softly, placing one of his hands on one of Will's. "But... I can't leave my family. I love Mikaela too much. I can't choose between both of you... it's impossible. I don't want to miss Alicia growing up."

"Like I missed Annabelle growing up." Will sighed. "What did Galloway say to you? And you can tell me anything. I got Ironhide to help me give the office a quick sweep. We destroyed all of the bugs... and Ironhide knows what's going on, so he didn't need much explaining about what had happened."

"I... I don't want to tell you. It makes me sound so selfish." Sam looked away. Will stood up and grabbed the front of Sam's T-shirt over his desk and pulled Sam close to him, pressing his lips to Sam's in a soft, gentle kiss. It was an apology kiss. Sam relaxed into it, knowing that Will would stay by his side, even if he did tell him what he had done. "I... I made an agreement with Galloway because he said I could have a normal life if Optimus Prime and the Autobots were made to leave. All I've ever wanted is to be normal. Ever since I was sixteen years old I've been tangled up in an alien war. I know it's selfish."

"Oh, Sam." Will pushed all of his papers aside and climbed up onto his desk, he sat down on it and pulled Sam into his arms. "It's human to be selfish." He whispered and kissed Sam on the cheek. "And don't worry... I won't let Optimus Prime leave the planet and I won't let Galloway destroy your family."

"Do you really mean it?" Sam asked. "I mean – you're pissed at me for what I did."

"Of course I'm pissed at you, but that doesn't stop me loving you." Will smiled. "So. I'm going to talk to Morshower. I'm going to see if he can help us out at all."

"Does this mean you're going to have to show him the film?" Sam asked.

"I don't know... but he's one of my closest friends and he's high up in the military." Will grimaced. "I'm sure he'll be able to do something about Galloway... even if I have to plead him to send Galloway to Russia with us, where he won't be able to get any computer access."

"You could push him out of a plane again." Sam suggested. Will laughed and kissed Sam on the jaw and then proceeded to kiss along Sam's jaw, then down his neck. "Will... I thought you were going to talk to Morshower..." Sam panted as Will's hands reached the fastenings of his jeans.

"This will only take five minutes." Will growled against Sam's neck.

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