My head was pounding and it didn't help that my body was shivering violently. I was laying on something cold and slightly damp. By the roughness I guess that it was concrete. When I managed to open my eyes everything around me was blurry. Not that I would have been able to see anyways because it was so dark.
"Quicksilver?" I hesitantly called out. Maybe, just maybe, he was able to reach me after I blacked out. There was no response so I started calling out the names of the other Autobots. Still, there was nothing. A horrible foreboding feeling enveloped me.
"Antony?...Popi?" I prayed that they wouldn't be there with me, wherever I was. This time I was relieved when there was no response. I assumed that it was all right to believe that I was the only one taken. With that reassurance I began reaching around to find anything that would tell me where I was. All I felt was the damp concrete floor and empty space. I realized that I must have been in the middle of some room. Sitting up, I hugged my legs to my chest and buried my face in my knees. There was a certain amount of solace that the others weren't there and hopefully unharmed. Mr. Freedmont had always wanted me and now he had me without anyone else being caught in the crossfire. Of course, for all I knew, I was the only one alive from the ranch but I refused to believe that. Something inside of me told me that the others were alive. The one thing that kept repeating over and over in my head, saving me from going insane with how alone I was and the knowledge that I was going to die, was that at least the others were okay.
As I sat there in the dark room I lost all track of time. For all I knew, days were passing. My stomach began twisting with hunger and I could feel my lips beginning to crack. More than anything my body wanted to sleep but I was so taken with fear that I refused to let myself be caught unaware. At some point a door was swung open, the light coming from the other side blinding me. There was a distorted rectangle of light that shone into the room but it wasn't bright enough for me to really look at my prison cell. A foreboding figure was silhouetted in the doorway.
"Dear Faith, why did you have to make so much trouble?" Mr. Freedmont muttered. The only response I gave was a glare before burying my face back into my arms. I just wanted him to leave me alone. "It would have taken just that little fanatic robot they call Frenzy to get you but you had to create an uproar. Now two of those Decepticons are dead and useless to our studies" Mr. Freedmont seemed more annoyed than angry but he was one of those people who felt that others were just tools and were easily replaceable. But from what Quicksilver and the other Autobots had told me about the Decepticons, they had far too much pride to allow themselves to be used by tools, especially by humans. So it made no sense that Mr. Freedmont had sent the Decepticons on an errand to kidnap me.
"The Decepticons hate you and you hate all the Cybertronians, so why are you working together?" I looked up at Mr. Freedmont and found that the lights weren't as glaring. Mr. Freedmont seemed amused at my question and to my despair he came into the room. I was so focused with fear at his approach that I barely caught a glimpse of the dank hallway outside. The older man came closer to me. He was just about to reach out and touch me when I scurried out of his reach. A scowl covered his features but thankfully he got the hint that I didn't want him anywhere near me.
"It's simple really. I wanted you and they want the fragment of the Allspark" I felt my eyes widen with shock. None of the Autobots had ever mentioned that there was still a remaining portion of the Allspark that hadn't been destroyed. Immediately, Mr. Freedmont caught on. He gave a sickeningly amused smile. "Oh, so you're friends didn't tell you that the Allspark wasn't completely destroyed? How did you expect that Jazz character to have been revived? He was, after all, torn in half. It appears to me that those Autobots of yours aren't exactly as you thought they were" Mr. Freedmont continued telling me how the Autobots had betrayed me and were not trustworthy. He was trying to brainwash me into hating the Autobots. It was easy to ignore him. How could Optimus ever betray me when he had kept me secret even from Quicksilver and had also gone a step further by making sure that no one would ever find out about it unless I myself told them? How could Quicksilver, the mech who pledged to be my Guardian, ever be untrustworthy when he acted like the epitome of my big brother? Mr. Freedmont's words were blocked out by all of the memories that I shared with the Autobots. He would never turn me against them, ever.
"They may have not told me about the fragment to protect me" I muttered. What I would have given to have been stronger against Mr. Freedmont.
"Now do you really believe that dear Faith?"
"Yeah, I do" Mr. Freedmont gave a snort of indignation but I continued. "They knew that the Decepticons are after it and the less I knew about it the better. All I needed to know was that the Decepticons would do whatever it would take to get the remains of the Allspark. And they'll never get it"
"You're right, they won't. That's actually why I'm here. An 'exchange' will be taking place soon. The Autobots believe they'll be getting you in exchange for the Allspark, which the Decepticons believe I'll be giving to them. In all actuality though, none of those aliens will be getting anything" Before I could respond, two burly men holding coils of rope exploded into the room. I began scrambling backwards to get away from them but my back hit a wall. I screamed and tried fighting them off but they were far too strong for me. It was easy to tell that they had done this kind of work before.
I was tightly bound and gagged before being carried over one of the men's shoulders out of the room with Mr. Freedmont walking ahead of us. Despite the restraints I squirmed against my captor's extremely tight hold. I may have been terrified of Mr. Freedmont but I was in no way afraid of these two other men. The hallway we were going down was just as dank as the room I had been kept in. Flickering light bulbs lined the ceiling of the hall but there were no windows for me to see where I was or even where we were going. Finally we came to a thick iron door that the man who wasn't carrying me opened. He held it open for Mr. Freedmont and the man who was carrying me but I had to twist my body to avoid hitting the metal threshold. The moment we were outside, I felt a salty breeze that was freezing with the night cold. I looked over my shoulder and saw the dark ocean and could hear the waves beneath us. We were at some rundown abandoned port with a pier that extended far over the ocean. The men walked over so that we were a few yards from the edge of the pier. I was practically dumped to the ground but I managed to elbow the man somewhere on his massive bulk while being set down. For the most part the vast pier was abandoned except for discarded equipment consisting of hoses and chains that were next to the salt-eroded buildings that kept the goings on of the pier kept secret from prying eyes. There was also a pile of rubbish next to us on the edge. It had large metal barrels, thick metal chains, and concrete blocks. Terror filled me at the sight of the pile but a voice of reason told me that Mr. Freedmont would want me alive, not dead. Then again, I'd rather be dead than for him to have his way with me.
Everything was quiet for a short while. Then there was a faint roar of jet engines that were becoming louder as they came nearer. Two of the three jets that I first saw when I was kidnapped came flying in from the night sky. They transformed in mid-air to land heavily on the thick wooding of the pier. Out of the shadows Barricade and the other newcomer came lithely walking. Frenzy was an excited chattering silver blur that stayed close to the black and white Decepticon. They lined up next to one of the buildings. I could instantly tell the difference between the two factions of Autobots. The Decepticons had an extremely intimidating air to them and they didn't have to do anything at all to show how dangerous they really were. As they stood together, all of them appearing extremely smug, they kept a wary eye on Mr. Freedmont. One of the jets began walking over, his metallic footsteps thudding against the wooden pier which was groaning with the strain of the moving weight. The Decepticon was enormous with blood red optics. He was bulky with the outfit of the beige fighter jet.
"When are the Autobots due to arrive?" The voice was scratchy but it echoed within his massive metallic body before coming out.
"They will be arriving soon Starscream," Mr. Freedmont said with a bit of disdain which earned a scowl from Starscream. "You know the plan and that involves-"
"Will you quit talking you abstinent human?!" Starscream boomed. I jumped at the ferociousness in his voice. "We know the plan and how we will have the Allspark fragment at the end of this little meeting" Slowly the beige mech began backing up before turning to return to the other Decepticons. As soon as Starscream was with the others, Mr. Freedmont muttered something to the man who wasn't holding me. The man walked away and disappeared through a doorway into one of the surrounding buildings. Without any kind of warning there were several massive explosions that took place where the Decepticons were standing. A bizarre fog settled over them, leaving them disoriented. I watched in fascinated horror as smaller, human forms came out of nowhere, their shadows drifting around in the haze. Rope-like shadows shot out and captured the limbs of the flailing mechs. Before the fog even disappeared I saw people walking around spraying the Decepticons with something. Several minutes later I stared with disbelief as the Decepticons were frozen in place with all of the people completely hidden again. Even though I was gagged, I let out a horrified whimper at the thought that the Autobots could meet the same fate.
The Autobots came far too soon. I could feel my heart pounding when I saw them spot the frozen Decepticons. Even when I noticed that not all of the Autobots were there, my heart was still acting like a drum. Optimus was in the lead, flanked by Quicksilver and Ironhide. The twins were also there as well as a black and white Autobot that I didn't recognize. Ironhide had his hand on Quicksilver's shoulder to keep my enraged Guardian from rushing over to me. I could feel Quicksilver's ice cold optics completely riveted on me. We were both completely focused on each other until Optimus began speaking.
"I trust that Faith is unharmed" His deep authoritative voice had a blood-chilling amount of contempt to it, something I had never heard from him before.
"She's fine" It was the least amount of words that I had ever heard Mr. Freedmont say. Perhaps he sounded so angry because I was in fact unharmed for the most part. "I trust that you have the Allspark" All of the Autobots noticeably stiffened.
"We will not hand over the Allspark fragment. But instead we are willing to exchange ourselves for Faith's freedom" I let out a cry despite the gag. Unable to speak I began violently shaking my head. Somehow I managed to loosen up the cloth in my mouth enough for it to slide down.
"Don't do this!" I called out, pleading with them. "He'll just do to you what they did to the Decepticons. Please, just go!" Hot, angry tears were streaming down my face while my captor held me back.
"This isn't a decision for you to make Faith" Optimus said coldly. Then he focused his optics solely on Mr. Freedmont. "Do you accept our proposal?" Mr. Freedmont was quietly contemplating.
"I like that proposition. Very much in fact and I think I'll take it" The older man made a motion with his hands and the same people who had frozen the Decepticons came back out from the shadows. I screamed out and struggled against the tightly bound ropes around my ankles and wrists as well as the man holding me. Soon the Autobots were on their knees and chained to the pier, bound even tighter than I was. None of them cried out or fought, not even Sunstreaker. When the Autobots were completely restrained, Mr. Freedmont cleared his throat.
"But since you backed out of your promise on giving me the Allspark, I'll just have to kill Faith"
"You promised to free her!" Quicksilver yelled as he began struggling. Mr. Freedmont shrugged his shoulders.
"Some would argue that death is the ultimate freedom" he said I was hoisted off of my feet. I began screaming for Quicksilver as I tried to vainly keep from being carried over to the pile of chains and concrete weights. There was a high-pitched sound that I realized in the back of my mind was Quicksilver's cries.
No matter how much Quicksilver and I fought, neither of us were able to stop the chains from being wrapped around my lower legs and attached to the concrete blocks. Mr. Freedmont was standing slightly back, watching on with disappointment. For the most part he ignored the Autobots, all of whom were fighting their restraints. Besides Quicksilver, Optimus was the loudest, demanding that I be released. Finally the older man looked over and called out. The people began spraying the freezing compound all over the Autobots. My cries were drowned out by the pained electronic screams coming from the mechs.
I was so focused on what was happening to the Autobots that I didn't notice when I was tossed over the edge of the pier until I was midair. My breath completely disappeared as I went plummeting, pulled down by the heavy weight of the chains. The fall was so long that I was able to think of the horrible death that awaited me. The water was freezing cold, so cold that I instinctively sucked in a breath. Water began filling my lungs and I let out another breath to get it all of it. Large silver bubbles of precious air began twisting and contorting as they rose to the surface. Complete darkness consumed me and I stopped fighting. There was no use; I was going to die. I let my memories consume my thoughts. Memories of my family, friends, horses. I remembered the first time that I rode Taffy, the time I jumped the stallions the highest that we had ever jumped. I remembered Antony's heart beat and the way he made me feel whenever he smiled with those beautiful dark eyes. I remembered the first time I met Quicksilver and all of the time we had spent together; especially our talks at twilight when the land turned gold with the sun's final burst of light.
With those happy memories came heart wrenching ones. Several images came into my mind; Antony's lifeless body, the sounds of Kobe's pained whimpers after being shot, and the look of horror on Quicksilver's face as he helplessly watched as I was dropped into the ocean. Even though I was sinking lower and lower, my heart rose. I was tired of living in fear and I was never going to let myself ever give up. The Autobots were willing to give Mr. Freedmont their lives and I was not about to disappoint them. I began fighting and straining against my ties, trying to free myself. My lungs were burning with the need for air but I refused to let myself think about it no matter how much my instincts told me to lose control. My gumption doubled as I felt the restraints beginning to slip. With more fighting and twisting and squirming, the ropes and chains unwound. They painfully bit into my flesh, drawing some blood, but I didn't care. I began swimming upward with everything I had. My legs were stiff and felt as if they were made out of stone but kicked them as hard as I could since my wrists were still tied behind my back. I burst through the surface, gasping for air before dipping below the water again. I turned and contorted my body until I was able to unbind the ropes on my wrists. The Autobots' cries were still heard but they seemed to be quieter and slightly muffled. I swam through the freezing water toward the wooden supports that held up the pier. Luckily for me, there were diagonal beams that interconnected the enormous barnacle-encrusted pillars which would allow me to climb to the top. I ignored my screaming muscles and frozen skin as I let an ocean swell push me within reach of one of the beams. With everything I had, I pulled myself from the water. My arms were shaking with the massive effort.
By the time I had climbed all the way up supports and beams, my hands were a bloody mess and burned with pain from the grime and salty water in the wounds. I must have looked like some creature from a horror movie when I let myself collapse on the wooden flooring, hidden behind metal barrels. My whole body was frigid and wet, my long wet hair hanging in strands over my face. With the back of my hand I wiped my hair out of my line of vision. As I caught my breath and allowed my body to rest, I peered around the barrels. The Autobots were almost completely frozen but were still fighting with everything they had. Mr. Freedmont was standing alone and separate from the rest, watching on with a satisfied look plastered on his horrible face and his arms crossed around his chest. Beside him, one of his cronies lay dead. It looked like a laser shot from one of the Autobots had fatally hit him in the abdomen. My eyes locked onto the gun holstered on the dead man's hip. I forced back my inhibitions and crept forward, letting my instincts take total control. No one saw me as I slipped the gun out of the holster and stood up directly behind Mr. Freedmont. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I quickly reached forward and covered the older man's mouth with my bloody hand and pressed the gun into his back. I was too terrified and angry to say something so I let Freedmont turn slightly to see that it was me. His eyes widened in horror and disbelief. Then I changed my position so that we were both looking directly ahead at his people who were completely focused on subduing the Autobots. I had to fight back my emotions at the sight of Quicksilver chained so that he was flat against the ground. Freedmont tried to bolt forward when he felt me loosen my grip at the sight of my Guardian. I actually moved closer to him, peering over his shoulder. Strangely, it was at that moment that I realized that I was actually taller than Freedmont. And stronger. My hand slid from his face, smearing his mouth and clothes with my blood.
"Faith?! This isn't you Faith. Why'd you change from my beloved Faith?"
"It's amazing how a person will change when their loved ones are threatened" I kept the gun's muzzle pressed into Freedmont's back, directly behind his heart. The same exact spot where he had stabbed my Antony. I watched over Freedmont's shoulder as the Cybertronians were being frozen. Their heart wrenching screams were becoming fainter as they were going off-line. Quicksilver was getting the brunt of the human's attack since he was still fighting to get over to where I was tossed into the ocean. But he was losing this fight; his movements become slower and more labored as he was slowly being frozen. He wouldn't stop calling something out in Cybertronian and I recognized that it was my name.
"Let them go" I ordered as I cocked the hammer of the gun. I could feel Freedmont tense up against my body. "Now" The older man seemed to deliberate for a second but his natural instinct of survival was more powerful than his hatred for the mechs.
"Stop! Release them!" he called out weakly. When his men didn't hear them, I pushed the gun harder into his back. Freedmont gave the order again, this time louder. The workers immediately ceased. They saw the predicament that their boss was in. With what seemed a bit of relief and fear, they dropped their machinery and eagerly left the pier as they cast wary glances over at the mechs. Money may have bought Freedmont many things but it would never buy him loyalty.
I watched as the ice compound began breaking free from the Autobots and Decepticons. Slowly the Autobots began coming on-line first since the ice compound had already completely frozen the more-threatening Decepticons. I watched my friends while still holding the gun to Freedmont. I knew deep down inside, that as long as Freedmont was alive, he'd be a threat to the Autobots, my family, and me. Resolve settled in. No matter how much I didn't want to, I knew what I had to do.
"This is for hurting my boys" I whispered coldly. The gun shot echoed over the ocean's waters. Freedmont's lifeless body fell to the ground in front of me. Realization of what I had done dawned on me as I stared at the dead man and a sob racked my body. The gun fell from my hand with a dull thud and I began backing up, my eyes wide. I couldn't stop my body from shaking and when I went to cover my face with my hands, I balked at the sight of the blood on them. Not only was Freedmont's blood mixed with my own, but it was all over me. Large metallic footsteps approached but I couldn't tear my eyes from the body.
"Faith" Quicksilver's words were gentle as his cold fingers touched me. "Faith, its okay. You did the right thing"
"I killed him," I said in a disbelieving whisper.
"And you saved us" By then the other Autobots had come over and most of them were kneeling down around me.
"You would have made one hell of an Autobot" Ironhide said with a great amount of pride. Despite the flattering comment, I couldn't look away from Freedmont's body. Without any warning, my knees buckled. Quicksilver adeptly caught me and lifted me up so that I could no longer see Freedmont. My body was still shaking and I gripped his hand, my legs curled beside me. One of his fingers gently rubbed my back as he tried to sooth me.
"You did good, Fay, you did good" My eyes raised up to look at his optics. He had never used that nickname for me, no one ever had, but for some reason it comforted me. While Quicksilver continued to sooth me, I felt something smooth and cold press up against my cheek. One of Optimus' curled fingers was resting against my equally cold skin.
"Thank you Faith. You saved my mechs and myself and that is something we will never forget" I nodded and closed my eyes while Optimus took his finger from my cheek. I closed my eyes, letting myself be calmed down.
"Optimus, permission to speak sir" I heard an unfamiliar voice say.
"Permission granted Prowl"
"The Decepticons, sir, the compound is starting break off" Prowl said in a level tone. As if to emphasize his point, there was a cracking sound and then a crash as the ice shattered to the pier. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder. Past the loosely formed ring of Autobots, the frozen Decepticons were beginning to move.
"Slag" I heard Quicksilver mutter lowly. He then smoothly shifted me over to his left hand where the blade menacingly extended while his other hand phased into his gun. The rest of the Autobots brought out their weapons and put themselves into their battle stances facing the Decepticons.
"Looks like we'll be getting that action you wanted Streaker" Sideswipe laughed as Starscream took a stiff step forward, pulling himself from the position he had been frozen into.
"I bet I'll kill more than you Sides" The yellow twin responded.
"Not a fair bet," Ironhide grumbled. "We outnumber them" At that moment, three Decepticons burst from the ramshackle buildings to join their comrades.
"And now we don't" Sideswipe responded with a sadistic tone.
"They must have sent out an emergency call before they were frozen" Prowl stated in a no-nonsense way. Now almost all of the frozen mechs were functioning. Optimus gave the swift order and all of the Autobots advanced, firing massive amounts of volleys. The Decepticons began to instantly fire back.
Quicksilver clutched me to his chassis as he fired, twisting his body to take every precaution to keep me from being hit. I cringed at the gunfire and pressed myself against the metal. It was slowly starting to warm up and I could hear the increasingly louder humming coming from inside Quicksilver. He growled when Barricade came running toward us since my Guardian had purposefully stayed back and away from the fight. With insanely quick reflexes, Quicksilver changed his gun to a fist and completely leveled the Decepticon.
"Aren't you a sniper?" I asked, having to yell over the fighting. Quicksilver looked down at me, his battle mask covering the lower portion of his face. His optics brightened and he began looking around for a safe vantage point to shoot from. He quickly spotted one a top a sturdy concrete building slightly apart from the rest but still extremely close to the portion of the pier where the fighting was taking place. I gasped as Quicksilver jumped onto an old crane fifteen feet from the building. Still holding me to his chassis he scaled the crane. It groaned beneath his weight but held, even as he jumped from the crane onto the building's edge. He griped the edge with his free hand and with his other hand, pushed me onto the solid roof. I stared in complete disbelief as he swung up into a handstand and then lithely somersaulted to his feet on the rooftop. His battle facemask folded back to reveal an enormous cocky smile. Some things would never change.
I watched in silent horrified fascination as the melee took place below us. The port's lights shone brightly on the fighters but there was only moonlight where Quicksilver and I were. My Guardian lowered himself so that he laid flat on his stomach, if he had a stomach that is, at a slight angle so he faced directly towards the fight. Propping himself on his elbows, he seemingly pulled a long rifle out of nowhere. I looked up at his face and saw that he was completely serious and a visor that resembled Jazz's covered his eyes. It was then that I realized that it had been a while since I had seen the playful nature that he always exuded when it had been just the two of us. I wanted all of this to be over so badly so he could finally be himself again and no longer have to be a stern solder 24/7.
Unlike the snipers I saw in the movies, Quicksilver didn't have any sights on his rifle. Instead, he placed his fingers in the holds and I noticed that his visor had taken on a different shade of blue, a color that I couldn't put a name to. Apparently he didn't need any sights on the rifle since he could essentially just plug right into the rifle and somehow take aim through the weapon itself. Before firing, he gently nudged me over so that I was beneath him. I stood beside his right upper arm, my body pressed up against the now warm metal.
"It's about time for you to see what I can really do" my Guardian said with a sneer. The gun made no sound as it warmed up and I jumped as it made a soft 'pffft' sound as plasma shot from it and hit one of the transformed jets who had brought Prowl to the ground. The well-placed shot knocked the Decepticon back which enabled Prowl to nimbly leap to his feet and roundhouse kicked the other mech right over the edge of the pier. The muzzle of Quicksilver's rifle shifted a bit as he took aim at a new target. As my Guardian made short work of his targets, I watched his comrades fighting. The twins were back to back, fighting in such perfect harmony that it was mind blowing. They used each other to their advantage; Sideswipe would duck enabling Sunstreaker to swing a punch over Sideswipe to hit Barricade square in the chassis. Barricade took a stumbling step back only to have Sideswipe kick his legs right out from under him. The twins' strikes came split seconds within each other. Then Sideswipe rose to his feet and the twins grabbed each other's forearms which allowed them to swing each other around and both of them landed powerful kicks to two other Decepticons on either side of them. Right after the kicks, they raised themselves and fired multiple shots into their opponents. Both of the Decepticons were dead with the first shots but Sunstreaker kept firing at the lifeless mech. Sideswipe tried to get him to lay off and that allowed Barricade, who had snuck off after being leveled by Sideswipe, to come back and cut into the twins with a massive saw. I gasped as Sunstreaker screamed out in pain when he shoved Sideswipe out of the way so that the red twin wouldn't be so severely injured by the saw. Quicksilver must have heard my gasp because he took aim at Barricade and shot the black and white mech's saw right off, saving the twins. An explosion caught my attention and I saw that Ironhide had, of course, been the source of it. He was rapidly firing the massive canons on his arms and utterly destroying his target. Prowl had to dodge fire to go over and get Ironhide to stop firing. Then they both went over and began fighting with Optimus against Starscream and another Decepticon. The Autobot leader was the most incredible fighter out of all of them, his movements were fluid, powerful, and measured. While Starscream watched, the other Decepticon had grabbed Optimus' arm but Optimus twisted around flipped the Decepticon over his shoulder and onto the floor. Then the Autobot placed his foot on Decepticon's shoulder and pulled upward until the arm ripped off. I grimaced at the Decepticons pained screams. Ironhide and Prowl arrived at that moment, cornering Starscream. The beige mech looked at his helpless situation and quickly transformed into a jet. Before he got very far, however, Quicksilver shot him down. The beige fighter plane came crashing down into a building, going right through the roof. Prowl and Ironhide dashed into the building; bright lights, Cybertronian curses, and metallic bangs came from the fight from within. There was a loud crash of splintering wood and my head snapped over to the edge of the pier. The twins had once again gotten themselves in over their heads. Sideswipe was barely hanging onto the edge of the pier with Sunstreaker hanging from him. Optimus ran over, impaled the Decepticon who was trying to shoot them off, and pulled the twins up onto the pier. Once they were safe, the Autobot leader hit them both upside the head.
Soon, everything had quieted down. All of the Decepticons were dead except for Starscream, Barricade, and one I didn't know. Those three had run off when they realized that they were losing the fight. Quicksilver's rifle folded in on itself and he placed it onto the back of his shoulder where it became apart of his armor. Then he gingerly picked me up and vaulted over the edge. My Guardian landed with a heavy thud, his free hand steadying himself on the wood before he rose to his full height. The Autobots all gathered together, taking in the damages. Sideswipe muttered something about Ratchet off-lining all of them when they got back.
"That is if Jazz and Bee don't. They're gonna be freak when they found out what kind of action they missed out on" Sunstreaker said with a laugh. Quicksilver settled me on his shoulder and I found myself looking eye-to-optic with Optimus.
"One thing is for sure," the Autobot leader said to me. "There hasn't been a dull moment since we met you"
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you all"
Author's Note: Well, there it is! That's the end of the story but I'll be writing an epilogue. Thank you so much to all of my reviewers!!!!!!