Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews. Yes! A supersize chapter (supersize for drabbles) as we hit # 50!. Should I add short notes by the Drabble numbers like "Wheeljack Sarah pt 4" or keep them as they are? What works the best? Simple little one shots or ongoing storyline? Or a mix? Onward to life changing.

Drabble 45

"Happened for a reason?"

"To prove your coding has suicidal sublines?" Ratchet challenged. "Worse, you dragged me into this."

"Dragged? You're the one who wants to study mating habits," Wheeljack reminded. resting on the medical berth. "Sam and pheromones? That was your first earthly greeting."

"Since then, I asked Sam, Mikeala, Leo, Miles, and Carly and several others. To observe their activities, distantly! I got one yes. From Mikeala. You never asked!"

"How bad could it be?"

"From Sarah or Ironhide?"

"The femme? Why would she be a threat?"

"You really need to get out of the lab more Jack."

Drabble 46

"Come back!" Optimus yelled, stretching to grab the tiny black GMC. Wheelie raced between crates, barely able to fit. Large armored fingers grazed the back of the frightened vehicle, pushing it further away. "We can fix this! Ratchet is coming."

'Fix me? Offline me for this prank! This is becoming a cluster. Where is Ironhide?' Engine revving, Wheelie shot into the bright tropical sunlight. "There!" Sensors located the pair nearby on the beach.

Optimus ran up, surprising the pair as Wheelie hid nearby, ducking behind a palm tree.

"Ironhide? You're big!" Optimus exclaimed, startled.

"That's my line," Chromia teased.

"..."

Drabble 47

Mikeala could only stare at the large check. "There must be some mistake."

"No mistake," Simmons grinned, leaning forward, much as a man in a leg cast in a wheelchair could. "Think of it as an enlistment bonus."

"You want me to stay? But I hurt you," she sputtered.

"Hurt? Me? Hah! I've had worse! Got scars from all over the world, hunting big bad robots before you were old enough to wear handcuffs. I see potential kid."

"For?" Her wariness remained.

"Field agent. Undercover and good too! Strike back at the Cons through the humans they used?" Simmons offered.

Drabble 48

Ratchet towed the open trailer behind his alt mode without complaint. The rough road normally would have had him swearing, but not today. 'Come on out. Trade you cubes for drones and repairs.'

Energon cubes bounced out as the trailer sunk nearly axle deep in a wide pothole. 'Plenty for your psycho boss too.' Rolling away, Ratchet's sensors detected nothing but Red Alert had guaranteed they watched.

Minutes later, Cassettes crouched, flew or walked out of hiding. "Hurry up!" Rumble ordered. "Before he comes back." Drinking greedily, his systems failed to detect the medically laced nannites dormant inside the fluid.

Drabble 49

"Ratchet, I'm worried about Sam. He's troubled," Bumblebee began.

"With what the humans just went through, half the population is troubled," Ratchet snapped, tired from seemingly endless repairs after the invasion.

"He tore apart a stuffed toy. Found it in his apartment. Ripped the rabbit foot right off. He kicks his old car and keeps a boom stick nearby. I even found a gun by his bed," the young scout reported worriedly.

"Afraid he doesn't need you as guardian anymore?" Ratchet asked, and then kicked himself mentally.

"I'm afraid he is turning violent. I miss the geeky youngling," Bumblebee said.

Drabble 50

Carly spun the key in her hand, snorting as only Dylan Gould would gold plate it. The bank officer left, closing the vault door behind him. She hesitated, unsure of what could be in the safe deposit box. "One condition to accepting his money. I take possession of this. Whatever it is."

Breathing deeply, she opened the box. Inside lay a single hexagonal metal shape nestled among tissue paper and a note.

"I was born crippled and mentally deficient. My father sacrificed everything to change that. My price was servitude to the Decepticons. Hold it, if you have the strength."

** updated 09.17.16