It's a long chapter! Whoo! but I had to get all this mush out of my poor head... Especially since I realized that I had began to write the same notes down in my note book at work XD. Of course, Parts of this were derived from a combination of sunstroke and not sitting down for the better part of 17 hours doing some volunteer for my works Relay For Life Team this past weekend. Man my legs HURT.

Anywho On to the Thanks and Disclaimer.

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Chapter 25: Seeking Solutions

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"I'm what?!"

Will rubbed his temples as he stared at Mercy and Torri over his desk. Bothe of the women, Both at the current moment identical right down to their chestnut colored hair and the venomous green glared they were giving him, to the borrowed army clothes.

"What do you mean we're dead?"

"Okay between official police reports and the damage control you two have been officially declared legally dead for your own protection."

"What the hell Will? Are you insane? You have no idea how hard it was to get where we were! We had just paid off the house-"

"Which was destroyed."

"Thanks Torri That's wonderful news..." Mercy spat. "And what about my garage? Hell I had fifteen thousand in the safe at my shop alone! Not to mention that 1954 Etsel that I was rebuilding for Anna's Seventeenth birthday present! Damn it what in the blue blazes ever happened to my charger for that matter?! You realize that's the better part of a hundred thousand right there alone that I doubt Uncle Sam's going to pay me back!"

Torri sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What about me? I was Chief Resident at the hospital. It took me three years to convince those bastards that I was capable of performing my job despite my disability. And that was only after I threatened to sue them for discrimination because they were trying to say that I was unable to do my chosen profession. Now thanks to this mess my credentials are junk. After all what dead woman can work in the medical field without being called a fraud."

"That's it I'm going to kill him! Give me your gun."

"Mercy you don't want to do that now do you? If you must kill him couldn't you just poison him with your cooking or something?"

"But that's the merciful way out. I want it to be slow and painful."

Will smiled weakly before clearing his throat, cringing slightly as their green gazes turned back to him. "I do have some good news..."

"Pray tell because right now might be a good time to pacify Mercy." Torrri said with slight grin at her plotting sister.

"Well first off here." Will said handing Torri a file. Torri frowned at it and took it from him. She opened it gingerly before tensing.

Mercy was too into her plotting to notice what was going on until Torri went rigid. "Torri?"

"... Y-you can be serious." Torri finally said he voice breaking slightly.

"What? What is it?" Mercy said as she pulled the file from Torri's slack fingers. Her eyes widened as she read the file.

"Welcome under my command Lieutenant Colonel Torrine Hawkins." Will said a grin.

"B-but my disability-"

"Is of no problem so long as you are strictly the on base human Medic."

"But Wentauker is-"

"More than capable of going into the field, plus he is more than willing to relinquish the medical duties over to you since he is more skilled in the psychiatric field."

Torri blinked at Will. "But..."

"Torri just say thank you already." Mercy nudged her slightly.

Torri blinked over at her sister before looking back at Will. "Thanks... I mean thank you Sir! This is the best thing I think that you have said all day."

"It gets better." Will said holding up another file and handed it to Mercy who scowled at him.

"What is this?"

"Aren't you going to open it?"

"No." Mercy said as she handed it over to Torri who opened the folder. "Because I have a nasty feeling that I'm being shanghaied into working for you."

"Wow a Petty Officer from the get go. Congrats Mercy." Torri said with a whistle.

"And I'm right. You son of a bitch!" She growled as she stood up from her seat. "What makes you think I want to stay here fixing your pieces of army shit?!" She let loose a growl and stormed out of the office.

"Mercy!"

"Mercy come back and let him finish." Torri followed her twin out, with Will on her heels.

"Screw you both!" Mercy snapped back at them. "I am not a fucking soldier and I refuse to dance to your god dammed tune! Nor am I going to waste my time fixing shit that is broken straight from the fucking manufacturing line!"

"Oh come on Mercy you do that all the time."

"Yeah for people that actually need my help fixing their cars, with normal people around not sexually repressed grunts! The worse I had to deal with was that weird french hairdresser who still flirted with me despite his being flamboyantly gay!"

Torri sighed and fixed her with a stare.

"Don't you give me that damned look! There is no way I am ever calling him sir!" Mercy growled.

"And so the truth comes out."

"Oh go take a leap into the nearest body of water and drown there!" Mercy growled.

"You'd miss me too much." Torri countered.

"Mercy..."Will started as he put a hand on her shoulder bringing her to a stop. "You can't go back to that life unprotected. Especially since the cons know about you guys."

"Get your hand off of me now William." Mercy growled.

"Look think of it this way you, Annabelle, and Torri will be safe here. Not to mention I've basically given you a sta-aahg!" Will groaned from his new position on the floor, where Mercy had thrown him. Mercy placed a foot on his chest as she leaned down to glared at him.

"That is the only benefit from this whole damned mess. The only reason that I'm even considering this job is because my sister is here, my niece is here. But do note this I will never bow to your authority because I will never forgive you for the misery you have inadvertently wrought on my family." Mercy ground her boot on his chest before removing it and storming out of the room.

Will groaned as he sat up to realize that they were in the main hanger by this point. Damn that woman moves fast... "Where did she learn how to throw a guy?"

"She was best friends with few of the local guys on the police department back home. Old George probably taught her that though. She would never charge him to fixed that damned squad car of his." Torri said as she rubbed her temples. "Even after the damned engine block dropped out and nearly crushed her."

"Right..." Will said shaking his head. Torri held out her hand for him. He took it only to find himself in a tight hug.

"Thank you again Will. I know that she is madder than hell at you right now but she'll get over it."

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"OH COME ON!"

"Face it Oliver I beat you fair and square."

"Damn that blue tortoise shell!"

Blue grinned down at Oliver who stuck his tongue out. "Wanna go another round?"

"I would love to but my pride will finish shriveling up and dying if I I must go 0-25 with you." Oliver sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "Besides we've been at this for hours..."

"Well after what happened and what I did yesterday I figured I'd try to keep your mind off of the bad stuff and let you have some fun... Besides I still have to figure out a decent way to bring it up with the big man if you get me drift and whatnot. Honestly Oliver-"

"Blue."

"I was at it again wasn't I?"

Oliver sighed. "Blue I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about Oliver. I've just got to bite the bullet and get it over with at some point or another before Prowl is released from Med Bay."

"Wha about ol Prowler?"

Blue cringed as soon as he heard the sabator's voice and turned his helm praying that Jazz was alone.

"Hello." Oliver smiled at the silver mech.

"'ey there lil man. Da name's Jazz. And wha's your name kiddo?"

"Oliver." The red head said as he stood and stretched his legs, wincing at the slight sting in his legs and the ache his ribs put up.

"You know if Torri catches you standing on your feet again-"

"Yeah yeah Mother Hen I know just what that psycho doctor will do." Oliver sighed. "But I can't just sit still either so she can just bite me." Oliver sighed as he sat back down. "So Jazz do ya wanna join me and Blue in a round of Mario cart?"

Blue shook his head. "I thought you were tired of getting beat."

"Yeah by just you. My pride can't take anymore solitary abuse." Oliver grinned.

A few more rounds later, Oliver's luck was nil to none. He groaned about something about the possibility of them hacking the game under his breath as he flopped back onto the couch.

"You're just a sore loser Oliie."

"Bite me Blue. Just bite me." Oliver groaned as Blue chuckled at him.

"So kid how'd ya meet the chatterbox?" Jazz finally asked as he watched the brotherly interaction between the two.

"..." Oliver flinched at the question. He let out a low sigh as he sat up. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Jazz turned his visored helm towards Blue who merely shook his helm. :It's not a good subject to bring up right now.:

:May Ah ask why?:

:I don't want to upset Oliver. I didn't spend the whole morning distracting him only to bring up painful memories and his worries. It's bad enough I have to talk to Prime before my brother is released from med bay, about Oliver and-:

:Blue. Would ya like me ta take da boy to get some fuel? It'd give you a chance to go talk to Optimus.: Jazz asked successfully stopping Blue before he could go into a full ramble.

"Hey kid would ya like to grab a refuel with me?" Jazz asked.

Oliver glanced at Blue who almost had a pleading look in his optics. Oliver minutely raised his brow before shrugging. "I could use some grub. 'Sides I gotta choke down my next round of painkillers. Catch ya later Blue?"

"Of course." Blue grinned as Jazz put his servo down so that Oliver could climb into it.

"Lord I'll never get used to this..." Oliver commented as Jazz started out of the rec room.

"Sure you will."

"Right..."

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Sam poked his head into Will's office. "Hey you wanted to see me?"

"Come in." Will said waving him in. "How are you doing?"

"... I've been better. I called my parents earlier to explain to them about Zeke..."

"I am sorry for you loss Sam. I know how it is to lose family to the Decepticons..."

"It's just hard to believe all of the shit that went down... Who would have thought that they were using humans as spies?"

"Not many. Not many... I know I'm going to have to put this in a report.. but I don't want to because when the higher ups find out the shit's going to hit the fan."

"Tell me about it. I wouldn't be surprised if the fanatics didn't jump to the conclusion that the Autobots were using us."

"Exactly my point." Will sighed as he rubbed his temples. "Anyway that's not really why I called you here. Since your S.O. is deceased you have been assigned the position of Liaison for the Autobots by General Morshower and myself. About damn time too if you ask me. Mearing was a real witch, and Galloway... yuck."

"You didn't spend the last couple of years being her personal coat rack." Sam grinned.

"True." Will sifted through the papers on his desk until he found a set of three envelopes. He pulled the top one off. "I also go this for you as well."

Sam took the envelope, an glanced at handwriting on the front and went stiff. After staring at the envelope for several minutes he sighed before just tossing it into the trash.

"You're seriously not going to read it?"

"Why should I? She has some gall writing me after all this time don't you think?"

Will sighed. "Sam maybe you should-"

"No. Will why should I even think about her after she what she did? She tore out my heart and handed it to me on the very day I proposed to her!"

Will raised a brow. "Very well then. She did write two more letters, One addressed to me and one addressed to Bumblebee." Will opened his letter and read it aloud.

Dear Will,

I know that I haven't spoken to any of you guys in such a long time... And I know I probably have no right to even ask but I need your help. I need to speak with Sam as soon as possible. I know what I did to him was wrong and irreparable but I must talk to him the sooner the better. I know the he might never forgive me and might very well hate me, but I need to find some closure... and I believe that speaking to him in person is the only way I can do this.

M. Banes.

P.S. I am sending a copy of this letter to Bee as well.

"..." Sam glared at the trash can with such intensity that if it were possible it would have burst into flames...

"Sam... She doesn't want anything more than to apologize to you from the sound of things. Maybe you should consider going to see her."

The younger man sighed as he ran a hand through his short cropped curls. "I'm sorry Will but if you'll excuse me, I've got a funeral to plan." Sam said curtly as he buried the emotions that had began to stir and walked out the door.

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Optimus was fully aware of the young bot pacing back and forth in front of his office door. He had been doing this for the better part of a breem. Is he going to come in or not? Optimus let out a sigh before getting up and opening the door to stare down at Bluestreak who was muttering to himself.

"Is there something I can help you with Bluestreak?"

The smaller bot jumped at his inquiry. "Uh hi Prime um... Well I kind of have a problem, well more like two problems which are one big problem in the end and I'm not quite sure how to explain it without making it sound awful in one way or-"

"Come in Bluestreak."