Man this one was hard to write. I still don't really like it too much, but I don't know what else to do with it. Maybe you guys can tell me if it's junk or not. What you like and what you think could use adjusting 'cause I've been staring at this so long I can't deal with it no more. So here you go. On another note I LOVE all the reviews I got last chapter! T.T thank you all so much! Lotta' Galloway haters out there, and lots of love for Megan. The winners who have the option of sending me a prompt are; (drum roll) Topkicker26, linguisticRenegade, Autobot Phoenix, Answerthecall, and darkpoisonivy. CONGRATULATIONS! (confetti rains from the sky) I've already heard from some of you but not others, so if you have a prompt for this story send it my way in a PM. Ok so less talking and more reading and reviewing, here you go.

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

:Comm link:


Crankcase had split his forces. He had sent Crowbar and Hatchet after the Decepticon deserter, making sure they knew that he would not tolerate their failure. If they failed to capture the Barricade they would be facing a harsh punishment. Crankcase himself was presently formulating a plan of action. The past day he had strained his circuits scanning traffic cams over a hundred miles, to no avail. He had no way of knowing where Mirage and his little pet had disappeared to, and it was likely they had already made it to the Autobot base. He knew from experience that Mirage had very few weaknesses, so finding one to exploit was difficult.

However, if Mirage was attached to the flesh-bag, then finding Mirage's location was as simple as finding where the human was. Crankcase's musings were interrupted when a hail from Soundwave sounded over his comm link. With a frustrated snarl Crankcase answered.

:What?:

:Crankcase; status report.:

Crankcase cursed Soundwave to the pit before answering.

:Autobot spy Mirage escaped after we managed to capture him with the help of a human, and the Decepticon deserter Barricade.: A few moments of silence followed his report.

:Mission; failure. Orders; return to base for disciplinary action.:

Crankcase snarled again and flexed his claws, one scar was enough. He wasn't leaving this pathetic mud ball of a planet until he had killed Mirage, but it would be best if he didn't have to be labelled a deserter to do it. Crankcase quickly came up with a feasible reason to stay on earth.

:Ah, but isn't it tactically more logical for us to retain our position?: Soundwave didn't immediately reply, and Crankcase got the impression that he was conversing with someone. Megatron or Starscream were the likely suspects.

:Reasoning; explain.: Soundwave commanded, and if Crankcase didn't know better he might have sounded curious.

:We don't know how much information the Autobots know about our plans to attack. Mirage no doubt told them all he knows. I doubt that we can attack sooner then the already projected timeframe and before the Autobots can set up some proper defences. So to keep on schedule it would be to our advantage to have some ground troops onsite, to keep the Autoscum occupied and sabotage any efforts at defence.:

Soundwave gave no indication of a reply, but instead there was that distinct pause where Crankcase was sure he was relaying his reasoning to someone else. Crankcase wondered which mech he was speaking to. Megatron had been acting strangely since his revival with the Allspark shard, still violent and cruel but he no longer reacted when Starscream was the one giving orders. No mech dared to comment on Megatron's strange behaviour, but it did unsettle many of them. Crankcase brought his attention back to the commlink as Soundwave replied.

:Reasoning is sound. New orders; maintain position and sabotage Autobot defences at the planned site of engagement.:

:Orders received.:

Without even a warning Crankcase rudely cut the comm link and returned to his thoughts. He hacked into the human internet and looked for anything that could give him an indication as to the identity of the human Mirage was traveling with. Within a few hours and a few simple hacks past some ridiculously weak human firewalls Crankcase had managed to use some face recognition software to identify Mirage's human. She had a highly unused social networking site that was useless to him, but it gave him a designation to direct his search for information.

He compiled any and all data he could find on the flesh-bag and what he found intrigued him. A news report from two years ago about an accident the femme was involved in and another human mech. Out of curiosity Crankcase did a small search on this mech, and a vicious smile bared his fangs. There was an order for this mech's arrest, and he was also looking for Mirage's human. Crankcase quickly came to a decision.

The Autobots would no doubt protect the girl should they even suspect he was after her to get at Mirage. Tracking the girl would be near to impossible, Crankcase only knew that she was loyal to Mirage, he couldn't accurately predict her movements. However, this human male Felix, apparently had a history with her, was already looking for her and likely already knew where to look. This human would be much more easily tracked without Autobot interference, and lead him to Mirage's human without even knowing it.

Within minutes Crankcase had all the information he needed on the human designated Felix, and knew he had just drawn money out of a discreet offshore account in a state to the southeast. All he had to do was find this human, and it would lead him to Mirage's human. Crankcase changed into his alt-mode and made his way from the disgusting organic woods, he couldn't help but revel in the thrill of the hunt. After almost a millennium of longing to see Mirage dead at his feet, he could wait a while longer to find the human femme. That girl would die, and that weakness would be Mirage's downfall. He would make sure of it.


It took Mirage hours to report all that had happened to him in the few days that he had been separated from his comrades. They were all concerned by the Decepticons plans to make a large assault on earth, for a number of obvious reasons. They only knew the approximate time frame that the attack would be coming in and even with human help they were likely outnumbered. There was also the problem that the Decepticons were using their superior numbers and position on one of the further planets of this solar system to kill any incoming Autobots.

"Perhaps we should disable the signal. Our allies are walking into a Decepticon trap by following the signal I am sending into space." Optimus spoke gravely, an undercurrent of regret in his voice.

"No, that would be detrimental to our cause, Optimus. If we suddenly disable the signal our allies will assume the worst and either try to rush to our aid or flee too far to help should we require it." Prowl spoke calmly.

"Then what ah we goin' t' do? 'Cause as it is th' signal's just leadin' 'em t' the slaughter." Jazz crossed his arms and spoke irritably, obviously frustrated at the Decepticons underhanded tactics.

Prowls optics dimmed momentarily while the tactician consulted his advanced logic circuits. After a momentary pause his optics regained their former brightness.

"It is logical to assume that with Decepticon forces gathering Soundwave has joined the ranks to keep them in line. Even with Autobot coding in the signal it wouldn't be difficult for him to bypass the codes and know what the signal contains. I calculate a 87% chance that he will not expect an additional, disguised signal being added to 'piggyback' the first signal and warn our allies not to enter the solar system. However there is something that still does not make complete sense."

"What now?" Ironhide grumbled. Prowl ignored Ironhide's tone and continued on.

"Even with a larger force to provide for, the copious amounts of energon they are stealing are enormous. We can only assume they are using it to create something, but we have no way of knowing what." The words were met with a grim silence. It was never a good thing not knowing what the Decepticons had up their subspace pockets.

It was agreed that Optimus would add the necessary code once the debriefing was concluded. Mirage continued, telling them how he arrived on earth and met Megan. Mirage kept details on the girl at a minimum, as even the smallest mentions of her were making him increasingly aware of her absence. So as Mirage spoke he worked to block the bond, putting up strong walls around his spark cutting it off until he couldn't even feel it anymore.

Mirage told them of how he had outrun his first encounter with the Decepticon's and his unorthodox introduction to Megan. Optimus and Prowl noted how had Mirage's spark cloak not been so heavily activated they would have found him sooner. Ironhide lamented the opportunity lost to use his cannons, while Jazz merely barked a laugh at how Megan reacted to finding out just what and who Mirage was. Bluestreak prattled on about something until a stern look from Prowl had him mute his vocalizer.

Mirage continued his report with as many details as he could, but refrained from making any mention of the things he had learned about Megan. He also didn't mention any of the more sensitive moments the girl had. He told them of how the Dreads had managed to track his location through Megan's phone and his decision to leave the girl, Optimus appeared disapproving but understanding. Prowl nodded his helm, the fact the two Dread subordinates had entered atmosphere without raising an alert at base, confirmed that Soundwave was among the massing Decepticon forces.

As he told them in few words of how he was captured and dragged into the woods, Mirage could feel Hound tense behind him. Even though he was obviously in front of them and well, the atmosphere in the room tensed as he told them of Barricade entering the clearing with Megan. The tension dissolved into numb shock and amazement as he told them how Megan had staged his rescue. The silence was broken by a loud laugh from Epps.

"Ha! I had a feeling that girl had guts but damn! Taking on three Decepticons with no weapon and Barricade to back her up? That girl must have nerves of steel!" Lennox rolled his eyes at his friend, but the smile on his face said that he agreed with him.

"It sounds like a reckless and nearly suicidal plan. Foolishness should not be mistaken for bravery." Prowl ground out of his vocal processor.

"There's ah difference?" Jazz chuckled, equally amused and impressed with the little femme Mirage had found, and he hadn't even met her yet. Optimus silenced the pair of mech's with an amused look before bringing his attention back to Mirage.

"I trust the girl wasn't harmed in the encounter?" He asked.

"Not as far as I could tell. I do not have internal scanning programming, and little knowledge of organic functions. She became highly aggravated when I scanned her and claimed she was fine." Mirage said.

"What we should be asking is what kind of Decepticon trick was Barricade trying to pull? I for one don't believe he's defected. Once a Decepticon, always a Decepticon. We should find the fragger and let me put a hole the size of Cybertron in his aft." Ironhide said with a whirl of his cannons.

"Easy Ironhide. Barricade will not be found until he wants to be. His experience as a tracker makes him difficult to locate, he knows how to hide his trail. I believe he is no threat to us right now. He is too busy keeping off Decepticon radar without having to avoid Autobots as well." Optimus said, Ironhide growled but put his cannons away all the same.

The last bit of Mirage's report was quick and concluded when Prime had pulled up at the guard station. Mirage was pleased to find that he could no longer feel the bond through the block, but he couldn't seem to shake the feeling that Megan should be there with him. The absence of her constant presence grated on his CPU and annoyed him at the same time. Though he didn't let it show.

"We are glad you found your way back to us Mirage. Though you had a difficult journey it is good that you had help." Mirage acknowledged Prime's words with a nod of his helm, but he could stop himself from asking.

"What will happen to Megan now that she knows of our presence here? There may still be a threat to her from the Dreads."

Eyes turned to look at Lennox, and the human stood and addressed Mirage.

"As the highest ranked on base I'm more or less in charge of who has clearance on base, with a few exceptions. Once this meeting is finished I'll be personally assessing how much she knows about you guys, and from there she will be given the option of staying here for her protection in exchange for her silence. Of course if she refuses to stay here she'll be given the option of leaving, we don't make it a habit to keep civilians against their will. She can't ever tell anyone about you guys, but I don't think we need to worry about that, she seems like a good kid."

Daniel Hops, the Executive Assistant to Director Galloway, snorted and stood.

"Just because someone 'seems like a good kid' does not make them entitled to know classified military secrets, Major Lennox. Not to mention a military base is no place for a civilian."

"I would say the same thing about donkeys in suits." Epps muttered under his breath. With all the advanced hearing in the room, it would seem like everyone heard him except for the one suit in the room. Jazz was having a hard time smothering the grin on his faceplates, and even Optimus had an amused look in his eye. Lennox dug his elbow into Epp's side before confronting the executive.

"That may be so, Assistant Hops, but the fact remains she has Decepticons after her and knows about both our friends here, and the location of our base. The safest place in the world for her is right here, where we can protect her."

Daniel snorted but backed down and took his seat again. Optimus took control of the meeting again with a nod from Lennox.

"There is much that has changed since we last saw you Mirage. We will now debrief you on those changes and inform you of the situation on earth at this time."

Optimus and the rest proceeded to inform him of all that had happened since their own arrival on earth. The human soldiers on the catwalk occasionally adding details and other important information. Mirage listened attentively as they told of how they arrived on earth and met with Sam, Bumblebee's charge. The struggle for the glasses with the location of the Allspark inscribed into them, and the human's own involvement. However Mirage their obvious hesitance as they began telling of the battle in Mission City. Finally Optimus sighed and came right out and said what they all had been dancing around.

"Mirage, I'm afraid to say that the Allspark was destroyed. We will not be returning to Cybertron."


Meanwhile Megan's conversation with Galloway was starting to get on her nerves. Not that she was letting her aggravation show, that would only undo all her hard work of the past few hours winding the irritating twit up. Megan had been purposely sidestepping and making dumb comments to his questions for the past few hours. Galloway was amusingly reactive to this treatment as she gave him the run-around, but as he persistently asked her the same questions over and over again the amusement lessened some. She was currently trying to see how long it took for him to change colors.

"How did you meet the NBE?"

"His name is Mirage, and I met him when he needed directions to Albuquerque."

Galloway didn't react, but his breathing became a little harsher.

"How big were the aliens?"

"Taller then you but they weigh less then your mom."

Galloway's eye twitched.

"What did they want?"

"They wanted to know the meaning to life. I told them it was forty-two."

And there it was, Galloway turned a light shade of puce as he began to pace back and forth. The man had yet to take a seat in the other dusty chair. Megan suspected it was because he both too worked up to sit, and that he didn't want to crinkle his suit. Megan really wished he wouldn't pace, because all it did was stir up the clouds of dust in the small, enclosed room. Megan coughed discreetly into her elbow and tried not to breath, she could almost feel the incoming asthma attack. She noticed Galloway look at his watch, for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes, before turning to question her again.

"What did their weapons look like?"

Megan couldn't help but roll her eyes at the most common question he had. The guy seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with the bot's tech, especially their weapons technology. She gave him the same answer as last time.

"I don't know. I was a little too busy dodging and dropping a tree on the head of the one who did shoot at me."

To anyone who didn't know the story it sounded like all the other nonsense she had been spouting, but he didn't know that. Galloway seemed to finally lose what little patience he had as he lean forward to get in her face. Megan didn't react and only narrowed her eyes at him. Did he really think she would be scared of him after confronting Decepticons?

"Listen here little girl, your not doing yourself any favors by being difficult, so you better start giving me some straight answers." Galloway spoke in a stern voice obviously meant to intimidate her.

"Or what? Your going to threaten my family? Sorry to say but that won't work." Megan couldn't keep the bitter note from her voice.

Galloway's look turned sharp and cold as he leaned back, and at last opened the file that he had slapped down in front of her hours ago.

"No, it won't will it? I know all about that incident from your file."

Megan looked sharply up at him, all silent humor at Galloway's expense gone. Galloway seemed to notice this as his gaze turned smugly triumphant, and his face became slightly predatory. Megan's hands clenched into fists under the table.

'If he knows about the incident, does he know about that?' Megan's thoughts were interrupted when Galloway spoke.

"So with a lack of family to make you behave, we can just skip right to the part of locking you away for the rest of your life." Both the tone he was using and the look he was giving her, as he flipped through her file, told her that Galloway indeed did know about that.

Megan didn't even breath as she gave Galloway a look that could have peeled paint at close range. Unfortunately Galloway must be immune to deadly looks because how often he was exposed to them, because he didn't even flinch at Megan's. She could feel her blood boil, and her hands tingled to smack the smug look off his face.

"You can't do that." She all but hissed through clenched teeth. Galloway gave a toothy smile.

"Actually, as National Secretary Adviser to the president, if I see you as a threat to the security of this operation I can do just that." He looked like he would enjoy it too. Megan's fragile temper snapped and she stood while slamming her hands on the table. The soldier who had been previously doing a good impression of a wall stepped forward to push her back in her chair.

"Why don't you kiss my a-" Megan had to cut off what he could kiss because she had inhaled a lungful of dust when she had slammed her hands on the table. Her violent coughing had her back in her seat and struggling for breath before the soldier had to push her back down. Galloway seemed unconcerned and resumed his pacing, seemingly unaware he was stirring up even more dust.

"Better not be contagious." The man muttered while looking at his watch again. Megan continued to cough as her breathing became more labored, she needed her inhaler. Spending hours in a dusty room was finally sending her into a reaction. Despite this she saw Galloway's look at his watch and realized why he was doing it so much.

'He's on some kind of deadline. Trying to get information before someone shows up?'

Megan managed to get his attention while clearing her throat.

"Hey, I need my inhaler." Megan hated having to ask in such a breathy voice, but she didn't really have a choice. She could tell by the way her chest and neck muscles were tightening, that this asthma attack was going to put the one from yesterday to shame if she didn't get her inhaler soon.

"Oh? And what makes you think your going to get it, you little faker?" Galloway sneered down at her. Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing, did he not notice the inhaler the soldier from earlier took?

"How about because I can't breath?" Megan gasped, try to force the air into her lungs. Galloway's look became more calculating.

"Tell me what I want to know and I will give you your inhaler." Galloway said like he was doing her a favour by making such an offer.

"I can't tell you what you want to know if I can't breath." Megan tried to snap at him, but the effect was ruined by the fact she had to pause every few words to breath.

"Then I'm afraid you won't be getting it." He smirked. Megan was furious but she was a little too busy breathing to try and kill the insolent jerk. The soldier by the door shifted from foot to foot when her coughing started again. Megan tried to shoot the man a pleading look through her watering eyes. The man met her eyes, looked at Galloway and spoke up.

"Sir, I don't think she's faking. My sister has asthma, and she gets the same way when-" Galloway snapped around to glare at the soldier.

"Did I ask for your opinion? No? Then kindly stay silent." He hissed and turned around to continue questioning Megan.

Megan ignored Galloway's continuing questions and held the gaze of the soldier. For several seconds the man looked torn, before he seemed to come to a conclusion and silently opened the door and snuck out. Megan hoped he was getting her inhaler and did her part to keep Galloway from noticing his company was missing. She gasped and coughed insults, telling him in an anatomically correct way exactly where he could shove his questions.


Mirage was stunned, the Allspark was gone. He had listened to the last of the debriefing with a numb processor, hearing what was being said but not really processing it. The only thing that had elicited a reaction from him was when they mentioned how Jazz had died in the final struggle for the Allspark. Mirage looked in confusion at the obviously alive silver saboteur standing not even several feet away. Jazz merely grinned and gestured for him to keep listening.

Prime continued to tell of how Sam had braved Megatron's wrath and the failed attempt to evacuate the Cube. Prime mentioned his decision to connect his spark with the Cube to protect the Earth, but at the last possible second Sam shoved the Allspark into Megatron's chest. In one decisive, random act, ending both and age old war and the mech responsible for it. Mirage didn't know how to feel about this.

Mirage wasn't angry, simply numb. Hound seemed to pick up on Mirage's distress without him having to physically express it, and laid a servo at his shoulder. Or perhaps he simply knew how hard it would be for him to accept. Mirage's processor was still trying to come to terms that they wouldn't be returning to Cybertron. Without the Allspark their planet would remain a lifeless rock, likely for the rest of forever. He understood why of course, it was better to have lost the Cube then have it in Megatron's claws, but still. The price of the war was still too great to completely comprehend, so much was lost.

Optimus went on to explain how Jazz was revived with the single recovered shard of the Allspark. A shard that was later stolen by the Decepticon's just a few months ago, and was confirmed to have been used to also revive the remains of Megatron. The Decepticon's had retreated immediately out of atmosphere and disappeared. Mirage's report now confirmed the Decepticon leader's return to the living, and that he was planning something for earth.

There was a moment of silence as the bots in the room each relived the loss of the Allspark, the end of their hopes for Cybertron. Even the humans remained silent, their sympathies and regrets showed in their eyes, with a few exceptions that wisely stayed quiet. Mirage deeply cycled his vents, the super heated air from stressed systems being the only external sign he allowed to show. However even as he released some of the tension in his frame he still felt like something was wrong, a nagging sensation at the back of his processor. Before he could identify the source of his unease, or anyone could speak further to conclude the debriefing, there was a harried knock at the door.

With a signal from Optimus the door unlocked and opened to admit a human soldier. The human rushed in, panting slightly as if he had ran across the base to get there. The soldier wore a camo skullcap, had an impressive scruff of stubble on his chin and was obviously of Hispanic decent. The man paused momentarily when he noticed the tense atmosphere of the room, still breathing heavily. Lennox called down to the soldier as he made his way down the catwalk stairs.

"Fig. You couldn't wait until we were done?"

"No, no podia. Ese maldito Galloway va contra las ordenes. El ser-"

"English Fig. What about Galloway?" Lennox interrupted the irate man, who had reverted to another language in his rush. The man paused, caught his breath, and tried again.

"The girl you put in those unused interrogation room. You know, the spunky little chica who came in with the new guy? Apparently Galloway's been circumventing protocol and has been interrogating her for the past few hours. Now she's having some kind of attack and we can't get to her."

Mirage turned his complete attention to what the human was saying. Mirage knew exactly what kind of attack the man was referring to and was immediately concerned. He had researched asthma after he had witnessed Megan's first attack almost a week ago. If she was having a sever reaction and wasn't being treated, her condition could rapidly deteriorate. Lennox turned and glared at Galloway's assistant who was standing by the railing.

"You knew where he was didn't you?" Lennox tried to ask calmly, but his aggressive body language betrayed his anger at having protocols broken for the second time in one night.

"All I know is that he was previously engaged." The younger man snorted, his tone suggesting that, yes he had known.

Lennox stiffened and his eyes flashed, but he stormed past Fig without replying, with Epps right behind him for back up. Mirage didn't hesitate or even look to Optimus for a dismissal like he usually would, and instead quickly moved to follow Lennox. If the others noticed his strange behavior they didn't comment and also moved to follow behind.

It wasn't long that they had been rushing along the large corridors when the sound of many people shouting could be heard. They entered the main hangar where there was a smaller, human sized hallway to one side, which was crammed full of people yelling and pushing each other. Mirage was confused to see that they seemed to be split in two groups, some trying to move forward while others pushed them back, and yet they all wore the same uniform. Lennox grabbed the closest soldier by his collar for an explanation.

"What is going on here?" He asked in a voice of deadly calm. The soldier seemed startled by the sudden appearance of the Major but quickly straightened and began to explain.

"Sir, I was one of the soldiers with Galloway as he interrogated the girl. She wasn't answering his questions, Galloway resorted to threats and she became upset. She began to have an asthma attack and Galloway is refusing her medical inhaler. I tried to make him see reason but he wasn't being swayed. I left to find it for her but her things appear to be missing."

Lennox cursed but gestured for the soldier to continue.

"I enlisted help from some of your soldiers who decided to skip the search and try to take her to the med bay. Some of Galloway's soldiers didn't like that and are now trying to stop them, resulting in this. Meanwhile that girl is alone with Galloway and she can't be doing too good."

Lennox shoved the soldier away with a calm glare that promised a later conversation. With a barked command half of the soldiers parted while he had to almost shove his way through the other half. Epps followed close behind his friend, watching his back and shoving back any soldiers that looked like they were going to follow the pair. The hallway was far too small for Mirage to follow, so he could only watch the Major's retreating back and wait for them to emerge again, and hope Megan was alright.

Mirage became aware of the presence of the others standing behind him, watching the interactions of the soldiers with varying degrees of disapproval and even annoyance. Ironhide was even growling at some of the soldiers who had stood in Lennox's way. Mirage had no doubt that if Ironhide had his way, those soldiers would be dodging real cannon fire for practice. A question occurred to Mirage which he asked, all the while not taking his attention from the small human hallway where Megan was.

"Why are the humans so divided? Do they not all work for the same cause?" It was Optimus who answered, slight censure coloring his tone.

"Their have been disagreements between Lennox and Galloway as to which soldiers are brought onto base and made aware of our existence. The result is a small fraction of the soldiers that share the same mindset as the Director as to our continuing presence on this planet. Though Major Lennox is minimizing the number of those with those prejudiced notions, he cannot keep them all off base."

Mirage would have commented on the humans apparently haphazard way of screening their soldiers but was too intent on the human sized hallway. The hallway was still clogged with arguing soldiers and Lennox's voice could be heard from deeper within. Mirage didn't need to look behind him to know that it was Bluestreak, who had by some miracle managed to mute his vocalizer this long, was the one fidgeting and tapping his armor. Finally the young gunner couldn't stay silent any longer.

"That little human femme is going to be ok isn't she? I mean nothing bad is going to happen to her not on base because of that nasty Galloway man right? I really hope not 'cause I really wanted to meet her. I mean from what Mirage was saying she seems nice and I wanted to see what humans from off base are like. She's going to be ok right?" Jazz fortunately interrupted the mech by laying a servo on his shoulder.

"She'll be fine Blue. From wha' 'Raj has been telling' us about 'er she's a tough lil' lady."

No sooner had the words left the silver mech's vocalizer that a call ran down the hallway. Sending Mirage's circuits on edge and his traitorous spark clenching with worry.

"Somebody get Ratchet!"


Megan had no idea how long it had been since the soldier had left the room, it couldn't have been too long, but it felt like hours. Megan could feel her shoulders rising to her ears as her neck and chest muscles had to work far to hard to force air into her inflamed lungs. Galloway was starting to look unsure of himself now as her painful sounds of laboured breathing were the only answers to his questions that he was getting. It was only when Galloway stopped asking his questions that she heard loud voices yelling in the hallway beyond the door.

"What the hell is going on out there?" He muttered while moving to the door.

Galloway never got to the door because it was suddenly opened by Major Will. The man's bright blue eyes looked as hard and cold as ice as he turned and began yelling at Galloway. Megan's view of the yelling fight was blocked by Epps, who wordlessly agreed to let the Major take care of the Director while he took care of her. Megan focused on the dark skinned man as he grasped her shoulders, and flashed her a brilliant smile, to hide his worry. Megan could tell that her allergic reaction was getting bad, but she couldn't see that she was beginning to turn blue.

"Hey Megan. We're going to get you some help, alright?"

Megan couldn't find the breath to ask, so instead she weakly gestured for her inhaler. Epps frowned as he helped her to her feet and supported most of her weight.

"We can't find your inhaler. Your stuff seems to have gone missing for the moment. So we're taking you to Ratchet. The human doctor on base left on a family emergency, but don't worry, Ratchet may be a little too scan happy but he'll take care of you."

Megan missed a step when he mentioned scans, but fortunately Epps caught her before her strength could fail her. The last thing Megan wanted right now was a scan, no matter how small. She just hoped that this Ratchet knew what doctor-to-patient confidentiality was. Megan struggled even more for breath as they moved through the crowded hallway, leaving Will and Galloway to yell at each other. Standing and trying to walk was demanding even more air, air that she didn't have. So as her vision began to fail and she felt her legs give out, the last thing she heard as she finally collapsed was Epps.

"Somebody get Ratchet!"


Translation: "No, I could not. That damn Galloway goes against orders, The be-"

So there you have it. I know it's a little shorter than normal but this is all I got right now, my muse is pulling a Galloway. To sum up; Galloway's a jerk, Will's pissed, Mirage's is worried, and Megan just passed out from a lack of oxygen. Should I be hiding right now? Next chapter we find out more about Megan's past and why she hates hospitals and doctors and scans. Let's just say Ratchet will not be happy, and you might all hate me for what I'm going to write. On a side note: some of you may wonder why the Allspark shard revived both Jazz and Megatron. My reasoning is that; remember the tiny shard that Sam finds in ROTF? Well if that tiny sliver has enough power to create several new sparks, just simply reviving two sparks should be easy-peasy for one BIG shard, with power to spare. That's how I see it anyway. Remember this is my playtime in the Transformers world, so as the writer, what I say goes! HA! Oh, and props to those who can spot the 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' reference in this chapter. Sorry for any bad Spanish and don't forget to review!