I didn't read this through, I have class in fifteen minutes so I hope there isn't anything wrong with it! There's a little smut in it, hope yall don't mind. It's not as detailed as I'd like, but I don't want to get too in depth ... yet.

Thank you for reading ! Have a great day!


As Grimlock placed Venom into a stasis pod, I turned to Optimus.

"Is he still out there, Optimus?" I questioned quietly, not wanting to draw attention to us.

"Shockwave has survived worse before," he recalled, and it brought the memory of Arcee and Cliffjumper. "I have no doubt that he has found a way to live off what scraps he may find,"

"What about Starscream?" I questioned. "He ran off when Megatron disbanded the decepticons, do you think he'd try to raise the army yet again?"

"I don't doubt that the decepticons are still plotting against our efforts of peace, as you and Bumblebee have encountered here on earth. But I do not believe we have a reason to fear. We have a strong team, Cara. We will counter anyone or thing that gets in our way,"

I smiled softly, ducking into his arms. He wrapped them around me, and I smiled softly into his embrace. My helm was tucked into his chest plates, underneath his chin. I closed my optics, my spark humming in content.

"Yuk!" a small voice below chided. Optimus and I looked down to see Russell holding his hands in front of his eyes, Denny standing beside him with a smug look on his face. "Get a room!"

"I think you two are rather cute," Denny encouraged. "And Optimus, man to … bot? I think you've found a good one,"

"I know I have," my Optimus smiled back, taking my servo and twisting me in a dance spin, pulling me back in, winding myself within his embrace. "And my spark sings to be reunited with her,"

I smiled up at him, kissing his jaw. "You have no idea how long I waited to have you back at my side, Optimus Prime."

"A place I do not intend to leave again, Ancora Prime,"

"I'll hold you to that," I closed my optics again, allowing his feather light kisses run down my chin. "Just never let me go,"

"Never," he rumbled deeply, vibrating a certain reaction within my fame.

"Gross," Sideswipe held up his servos beside Russell, looking at Bumblebee for help. "Us young folk don't want to see that."

"It's good to see you two back," Bee awarded. "Autobots, we have work,"

I smirked at Optimus, transforming out of his embrace into my truck. I directed my holoform to hang out the window, a crop top perfectly outlining my curves. "Well hello, stranger," I mumbled in a suggestive voice. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?"

Optimus smirked, his spark humming in arousal before he transformed as well, his holoform stalking out towards me. He was wearing tight blue Wrangler jeans that highlighted his ass, boots that clicked against the ground when he walked. I licked his lips as he stopped right by my door, taking in the glorious half moon of my ass.

"I seem to found the most excellent prize," he answered, his voice low and hot. "I was wondering if maybe I could get lucky tonight and claim her as my own?"

I mocked thinking about it for a minute, before grinning back up at him. "I think you might be able to," I hopped off the door and into the seat, my real body opening the door for Optimus to crawl into beside me.

He didn't even bother to close the door.

He leaned over me, my back bending low off of the seat and towards the ground. My hair fell back, long black locks touching the floor of my cab. I could feel every move Optimus' holoform made, and it was different than when Denny and Russell rode in my cab. This was … electrifying.

When my back was arched perfectly, Orion finally spoke. "I seem to have caught the most delicious prize," he rumbled lowly, kissing my skin gently, his breath warming small sections of it. "Now, I wonder if I could tame her," he bit down on a small portion of skin, pulling it into his mouth seductively.

"You … You'd have to, try," I bargained, to which he met my eyes with a stare.

Before I knew it, he was over me into the other seat, lifting me into the air and into the back quickly. He tossed me on the sleeper, where I bounced into a sitting position to match him. But he was atop me the next moment, pushing me into the sheets that covered the mattress. I laced my seat belts around his wrists, remembering the old tricks he used against me when we were in his alt mode. I tugged against his wrists, suspending him just inches above me where I smirked triumphantly.

"Gotcha," I leaned up, capturing his own skin into my mouth.

"You think mere belts will stop me, girl?" he growled in a tone I hadn't ever heard from him before.

He was free of the binds the next minute, and before I could even process what was happening, his forearm was pressing my chest into the mattress, holding me there tightly, while his other hand hiked my shirt up over my breasts, my bra yanked down, and was playing with the mounded skin.

I bit back a moan, to which I was rewarded a tweak.

"Do not deprive me of the sounds which I desire, femme," he growled threateningly, even as I arched into him, trying to relieve the pressure off my chest. "Every reaction I give you, must be rewarded to me. Because I am allowing you to feel the pleasure. You must thank me. Do you understand?"

I hummed in content as he went back to gently massaging. "Yesss," I hissed, relaxing underneath him once more.

"Good," he smiled, sitting back on his heels. I whined in protest, my body relaxing as I stared up at him. "Be rid of these clothes, so I may begin,"

I shuddered at his demand, but did as I told.


"What's the matter?" I teased Optimus as he drove behind me. "Can't get over the beauty in front of you?"

"If I ever get used to your beauty, please offline me that very moment."

I chuckled as I rolled to a stop behind the others. Sideswipe and Drift transformed, Sideswipe laughing at one of his many stories he was repeating to us along the duration of our trip. Windblade landed beside me, myself transforming and pausing to check the scanner.

"There's still too much interference," I listened to Optimus' transformation, looking back up at Sides. "Lead the way, kid,"

"So I said to Strongarm," he continued his story as Windblade pushed past me, catching up with the mechs, myself hanging back until my Optimus caught up to me. "'I'll race you, and I'll be back here half an hour before we started!'" he chuckled, turning back in the direction we were traveling, Drift following behind lowly growling to himself.

"Might want to give your jaw a rest, Slick," Windblade encouraged. "Since we scanned camo modes from that offroading jeep, you haven't you haven't been silent for more than five seconds.

Optimus' arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me close to his side. I vented deeply, welcoming the embrace. I warmed my spark, allowing him to feel the love and affection I had for him.

I started to get the same back, until his portion clouded over in pain.

"Optimus!" I hollered, clutching at his frame as he leaned against the rockside, grabbing at his helm painfully.

"Are you hurt?" Windblade questioned, appearing next to me in the next moment.

"I, am fine," he finally rumbled. His spark sang the opposite, but it was only a moment before that too changed, agreeing to his confirmation. I glared at him, even as he straightened himself. "Since my power was drained from our fellow Primes, my stamina is not what it used to be,"

I narrowed my optics at him, still not believing. He gently brushed his digits against my face, smiling at me while he eased my frown away. I laughed, turning slightly so I could kiss the palm of his servo.

"Although I can feel myself slowly improving, longer missions like this one require some adjustment."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Windblade asked in earnest from her spot.

"No, but I appreciate your concern," Optimus smiled at her, an honest smile, and that made my spark swell. "Let us rejoin the others before Drift dismantles Sideswipe,"

Windblade nodded, pushing forward. I looked back up to Optimus, gauging his spark's humming with raised optic ridges.

He leaned down, kissing my head. "I'm fine, Cara,"

"Remember what you promised me at the scrapyard? When I agreed to you joining us?"

He vented a sigh, grabbing my chin with his hand, gently tipping my face up to meet his. "Yes, ma'am. And I will obey,"

"Good," I grumbled, moving to move forward.

When two minicons jumped out from a few of the bushes lining the path closest to the rock wall.

One was a beautiful blue, much like a few of the shades that came across my frame on normal circumstances. His partner had red and oranges, what seemed to be a blade coming from the top of his helm. They were laughing about something, before they started talking to each other. I had to strain my audios to pick up what they were saying.

"This one's so big that Razorpaw will have to thank us!" the red one stated, pointing behind me at my Optimus.

I growled at him, moving to stand in front of my bot protectively.

"Let's get rid of this one … " the blue one raised his servo at me. Optimus hollered at me, but all I felt was cold that moved from my arm through the rest of my frame. Then, extreme heat that threatened to melt my metals if it was just a liitle bit warmer.

I fell to my knees under the red one's attack, the blue one moving towards the rock my bot was hidden behind, firing the ice at it. He stopped for a moment, returning his ice on me while the other warmed the rock up tremendously. They traded again, the rock exploding behind me. I tried to move under the attack, but my circuits seemed like they were fried together.

"Ancora Prime!"

I turned to see Slipstream and Jetstorm taking defensive stances against the other two minicons, glaring at them with extreme hatred it was almost unrecognizable.

I turned my attention to my circuits, the sounds of the battle filling my damaged audios. I pried wires apart with careful digits, stripping only just past the damaged ends. I pulled fresh wires from my subspace, hearing the pedsteps of the larger bots charging forward, then the ground shaking behind me as my Optimus stood to his full height.

I relaxed a bit, knowing that my Optimus was up and moving. He wasn't damaged, all I had to do was repair myself.

Lastly, I calibrated my audios. Adjusting to the new intake of the proper noise without static, I looked around.

Only to be blinded by a bright, glaring light.

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded, relaxing my body weight onto my servos behind me. I looked up to see the others recovering from the sudden light overload as well. Sideswipe and Windblade helped me up as Optimus commed for the base, his optics never leaving mine.

"Optimus to scrapyard. Fixit, do you read me?"

"Optimus Prime!" the minicon cheered over the other end. I moved next to my bot, snuggling against his chest as he talked to the minicon. "How delightful to hear from our stealth squad! You never call, you never spite - blight , write!"

"Fixit," he interrupted. "We need data on a pair of Torpedo Minicons, with the ability to manipulate temperature,"

"Huh. Running that through the Alchemor's prisoner manifest … The ship's record returns two names, Swelter and Galcius. They can project extreme armor melting heat, and circuit cracking cold, respectively,"

"I confirm that," I muttered, absently rubbing at the site of one of the burns.

"And, they have teamed up with various decepticons during their careers,"

"Was one of their former partners named Razorpaw?"

"I see no reference to a Razorpaw in their file, nor do I see that name anywhere in the Alchemor's prisoner manifest."

"Thank you for your assistance, Fixit," Optimus cut off his comm.

"Pretty much every decepticon we've met since we've came to earth was on the Alchemor," Sideswipe started. "But, this Razorpaw just happens to be here?"

"I don't like having so little intel, Optimus," Windblade stated. "Especially when you're not feeling so wel-"

"Your concern is irrelevant, Windblade," Optimus suddenly stated firmly, leading me to twist away from him a little to look at him curiously. "Our mission to capture the decepticons takes priority over everything else. Let us continue our search with equidence,"

The others moved ahead, leading the charge. I moved my helm to rest my chin on Optimus' chest, looking up at him.

"Being truthful with your teammates is one of the cirtical steps of forming a bond between them, my love," I almost whispered, capturing his mouth with mine before he could protest. I released him, nipping his lip before I left, smiling at him and warming my spark next to his. "If you say you are fine, I believe it. But please, do not make me doubt,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

I kissed him once more, shorter this time, and turned to join the others. Before I could get too far, however, I heard, and then felt, a hard slap against metal. I froze in my steps, desire flooding my circuits before reality caught up to me. I didn't have to turn, as the bot was already walking around me, a smug look on his faceplates.

"Did you just … " I shook my helm, quickly taking the steps to catch up to him. "You didn't just .. "

"Oh, but I did," he countered, shooting me a content and way too sure of himself smile.

I growled lowly, shoving lightly against his arm. He chuckled, recovering quickly.

"I love you," he asured as I pulled the tracker out of my subspace.

I ignored him, hitting the device softly to try to get the signal back.

"Uh huh," It shuttered a little, before something very small appeared. "I'm hearing a faint signal through the static," I announced, the rest of the group turning to look at us. "It's up ahead,"

"You know, Optimus," Sideswipe countered. "Windy had a point back there," I snuck a glance at Windblade, who was smiling appreciatively. And even though I told Optimus I trusted what he said, I also have direct contact with his spark. I know he's playing it off, but I want to trust him. I'm glad there are other people on the team as worried about him as I am. "In case this Razorpaw is sneakier than we expect, maybe the four of us should check things out first. That way, if anything goes wrong, we still have our big-gun,"

"A well-reasoned plan, Sideswipe," Optimus agreed, and I knew what was coming. "But I'd prefer to end this pursuit as quickly as possible, with our team at full strength upon initial confrontation with our foes," he began his move forward, abandoning me at the back with the others. We slowly fell in line, myself hanging back a little.

"Thank you," I commed to Sideswipe. "I appreciate your concern. He's just a stubborn aft when he's hurt,"

"Why aren't you doing anything to stop him, Cara?" Windblade commed to me, and I met her optics as she peered over her shoulder. "I may be out of line, but don't you see he's not 100%?"

"I know he's not at 100," I commed to her next. "I've known that since the day the Primes took his energy. But, I also know my Optimus, and he has a lot more to give than most people think … there's more to him than meets the eye,"

"Even if that is so," Drift joined. "Optimus is too proud to admit such a handicap,"

"So do you think he'll be okay on this mission?"

I carefully thought over my response. "Will he walk out of it alive? Yes, of course. However … his condition when he leaves, and the amount of damage he may receive, is questionable."

"He's Optimus Prime!" Windblade suddenly countered, a defensive edge caressing her voice patterns. "We have to protect him!"

"He is a Prime," Drift argued. "He knows how to take care of himself,"

"The trick is protecting Optimus without letting him know we are doing so," I moved past their halted discussion, quietly tailing my Optimus.

"But we don't know what kind of fight we're getting into," Sideswipe stated, the procession falling back in place.

"I can assure all of you that I will be watching Optimus with all of my spark, as I always have been since I got him back," I stated, ducking under said bot's arm. "We don't know what fight we're getting into. You guys need to take care of yourselves first."

Optimus pressed a kissed to my forehelm.

"He really does love you, doesn't he?" Sides observed, and I smiled.

"I was made for him,"

My thoughts were caught off by Optimus' knee giving out. His weight fell onto my shoulders, a pained groan emitting from him. I stiffened my pistons, hefting up as much as I could. He only took a moment to recover, but when he did, we continued forward like nothing had happened.

I shot him a look, which he countered with a smile.


"The interference is heavy here," I stated, putting the device back in subspace. I still had Optimus' arm around me, supporting him slightly as he favored his left leg. "We should fan out,"

The minicons, Sideswipe and Drift started to one direction, and Windblade, myself and my Optimus were headed for another.

There was a rustling in a nearby bush. I quickly scanned the area, my weapons system just a twitch away, but Windblade beat me to it.

She bounded to the bush, her swords dissecting it piece by piece and slice by slice.

"Windblade!" Optimus questioned in worry. "What are you doing?"

She froze.

"I'm … uh … simply clearing a path before my hallowed Primes," she kneeled, and I internally face palmed. "It is an honor, Primes,"

"Windblade." I scolded, grabbing her upper arm and picking her up. "You know how much I detest being anything but your equal,"

She nodded, yet proceeded to swipe at every bush that swayed wrongly in the wind - which I was grateful for.

"You shouldn't scold those who honor you, Ancora,"

I groaned, following behind Wind's path she made. "I don't need that lecture now, Optimus," I argued quietly. "I spent years leading and reshaping your home in hopes of leaving the world of the living as quickly as possible. Everything I did? Was for you. It wasn't for the people of Cybertron, or for the greater good, but for you. It was a selfish act of a widow in mourning, and that deserves no honor,"

Before he could retaliate, up ahead, Windblade had moved toward the edge of the cliff, investigating a little rodent. The grounding underneath her pede gave, sending her falling off the edge and into the water below.

Optimus rushed to the edge, myself right behind him, us both observing the water's path. The others rushed down the mountain, joining us in looking over the edge. I didn't miss Sideswipe's concerned intake of air when he saw her in the water.

"Windblade!" he hollered, bounding over the cliff and sliding between two ledges down to the ground. When he appeared beside the river, running beside her floating frame, I moved back. I met Optimus' knowing optics, before running and leaping over the edge. I transformed quickly, flying low to the water.

She groaned and shouted in pain as the waters tossed her into rocks and logs and anything else in the water.

"Raise your hands!" Sides ordered, before jumping onto the side and flipping over her. He barely missed her hands, landing safely on the other side of the water.

She pummeled over a small waterfall, continuing her journey. Sides wasted no time in resuming his pursuit.

"Sides!" I called, taking into consideration the waterfall to a larger scale that was approaching fast. "Do it again! Use my wings!"

He nodded, searching the water for Wind again.

"Your hands!" he encouraged her when she resurfaced. "One more time!" I positioned myself above her, following at the same speed she was traveling. When I was ready, Sides jumped and flipped. Each leg landed around my wings, and I angled them slightly to allowing his footing to remain faithful. His upper half dangling, he reached down for her servos again. This time, he grabbed them.

I heaved as best I could, pulling up just as Windblade's pedes raced over the edge. We hovered above the water for a moment, Sides' pedes sliding forward slowly. I quickly thrusted everything I could into my engines, drawing from the encouragement Optimus was giving my through his spark. When I finally got them over the desired rock, I collapsed, at the last minute throwing my body to the side so I wouldn't fall on the others.

The minicons cheered from above, myself rolling onto my back and venting heavily.

"Thanks, Slick," Windblade muttered to the bot, both of them venting just as heavy as I was.

"Do us a favor?" Sides requested. "Next time you want to go white water river rafting …. Bring a raft,"

I chuckled, staring into the blue skies above me.

"Optimussss," I whined up to him. "I can't moveeee,"

"Would the promise of a reward get you moving?"

….

I quickly started scaling the rock to rejoin the others, Sides and Wind following me closely behind. When I reached the top, Optimus gave me a lift over the ledge, collecting me in his arms and holding my tightly.

"See?" he kissed my helm. "You could do it,"

I grumbled, before looking to him hopefully. "Can I have my reward now?"

He pressed a firm kiss to my lips, holding it just long enough for the others to voice their disapproval of the affection.

"That's all!?" I pouted. "Shoulda stayed down there."

Windblade and Sides climbed over the edge as he set me back down, Optimus looking over Windblade in honest concern.

"You're limping,"

"Nothing a little primer and paint can't fix, sir," she chuckled nervously.

He handed her the blade she dropped, which she took with a smile, before we all resumed our search.


Optimus' knee still gave out on him occasionally, and every time it did I shot him a look. However, I found myself looking over Windblade much more frequent. I knew what was causing Optimus' pain, but I didn't know Wind's.

"I think, when the water tossed you into rocks, one must've gotten into your joint, somehow," I explained to her as she rubbed at it painfully again. "Or, one of the dents are so deep as to rub against your protoform. When we get back, I can repair it. Once I get the outer armour off, I should find the problem stupid easily,"

She nodded, rubbing at it again. "Thank you, Cara," she smiled at me. "And, thanks for the rescue,"

"Anytime, kid,"

When I looked up, the party had stopped in front of what looked to be an abandoned military op.

"I believe we have found the source of the interference," he announced, turning to look at me.

"And a perfect place for decepticons to call home," Windblade agreed.

When we got there, run down jeeps were scattered all throughout the yard.

"Hey, Optimus," I commed to him. "Since we're walking right up to the front door, can I make a little racket?"

He nodded, taking the scanner from me and resuming her search like nothing was out of the ordinary. I ducked under his arm, allowing him to direct me, before I activated my holoform a good distance away. I quietly tinkered with one of the jeeps, finding nothing visibly wrong with it besides the rust and, obviously, the lack of running. I sat in the driver's seat, noting that it was particularly comfy. I pressed the clutch, shaking the gearstick before twisting the key.

The engine turned over a a little, before the gears finally caught and it roared to life. It started smoking black from under the hood.

"That's why they're all here!" I announced, looking up at a few shocked faces. "Hey guys!"

"Cara!" Sideswipe scolded. "What are you -"

"Lighten up, Sides," I cut the engine, moving back to him. "I was just curious. Besides, look." I deactivated my holoform, my whole self going back to my frame. I caressed Optimus' spark with my own, before I twisted to look at Sides. "I didn't leave for a second,"

"It looks like an automobile graveyard," he whispered, turning back to look at the mass jeeps.

"A military installation," Drift corrected. "Perhaps for the storage and repair of old vehicles.

"No heat radiates from their engines," Jetstorm observed.

"They have not been utilized recently," Slipstream added.

Optimus, Windblade and I stopped before a door that looked like the latches had a grenade attached to it, before it exploded.

"This door looks like it's been used recently," Sideswipe muttered.

"We shall split up," Optimus announced. "Windblade, Drift and Sideswipe explore the interior. Ancora and I will observe the outside."

"So after beating Strongarm in four straight races I … " Sideswipe's voice trailed off as the three of them entered the hangar.

"Optimus," I questioned. "Was it really wise to split us up the way you did?"

"The team needs the extra support should they confront Razorpaw," he explained. "We have faced many unknowns, but as Sideswipe said, they have not,"

"Ah," I silently cursed the bot.

There was a scream from the hangar, and I turned in the direction of it, almost recognizing it immediately.

"That was Sideswipe. I'd recognize his squeal anywhere,"

"The signal we've been tracking is stronger than ever, and it's right on top of us!"

There was a growl from above, on the tower that was messing with our signals. When we turned up, we saw a tanned decetpicon glaring down at us with a satisfied grin. "Perfect," he snarled. "The autobots step right beneath my claws,"

I vented a gasp, turning to my Optimus. He was glaring up at the con, and I could feel his spark flare in protection.

But mine flared first.

As the decepticon jumped from the tower, I shoved Optimus out of it's path, taking the brunt of the impact myself. I quickly twisted to my pedes, shielding myself from one of the con's attacks, wasting no time in dealing out my own.

My Optimus was back on his pedes, trying to get around me to the con, but I kept twisting to keep him behind me, well out of the con's reach.

"Ancora, move out of the way. That is an order!" he demanded, and my spark surged at the disobedience. But, it was surging protectively much strongly.

"Optimus please get away from here!" I pleaded, wrestling with the con as he tried to climb over me to him. "Razorpaw is after the weakest among us … and right now, .. that's you!"

The con chuckled in my face. "You think Optimus Prime is my target?" he laughed. "You couldn't be more wrong!" He heaved my full body over his helm, which was pretty impressive, and slammed me onto the ground. Optimus moved to charge, but an attack of fire was shot at the decepticon hunter in his hand, knocking it far out of reach.

"Just in time to save the day," I pushed myself to look, the two minicons from earlier running towards my bot. "And I'm sure we'll be showered with appreciation from it,"

I watched as Optimus grabbed a jeep, shielding their fire and ice attacks. He let out a pained groan as his knee buckled, but quickly recovered it. I pushed feelings of faith through our bond, feeling his strength build as he pushed against the attacks.

The decepticon grabbed my arm, in between my armor plating. I groaned as my energon levels started depleated, much faster than any leakage I've ever had did.

"Draining the weak and vulnerable is so much easier than slaving to bring down the able,"

What?

I tried to fight him, but my limbs wouldn't respond to me. I was just … so tired. My levels were dropping quickly, my spark weakening.

Optimus' started to panic beside mine, but I couldn't even bring enough energy to assure him.

Optimus let out a tired groan, the jeep and his body falling to the ground. I managed to turn towards his pained groans, seeing him lying on the ground.

"Optimus … " I muttered, trying to reach out from him through my spark.

"Razorpaw! Make sure you save a little room," the little blue minicon pointed to Optimus' downed frame.

"Little room?" the con argued, simply tossing my frame to the ground. I clattered there, unable to even lift my helm. "That's a main course compared to this trifle. Don't touch the other one,"

"Glacious and I maxed out our circuits for you!" The fiery minicon argued. "And the only reward you give us is -"

"The fact that I let you to continue to exist should be reward enough you little -"

They all grunted, a mass impact against the three of them sending them sailing across the courtyard. I mustered up the little energon I had left to brace myself on my forearms, to observe Optimus stand proudly. He charged Razorpaw, quickly dominating the fight and sending him sailing across the courtyard once more. He then turned to the two minicons. He took two jeeps, smashing the two of them together on top of the minicons, knocking their helms together and rendering them unconscious.

He rushed back to my side, where I had managed to lift my chest from the ground.

"You were, pretending to be more weak than you actually were," I observed.

He knelt down to my level, no doubt scanning my frame. "Our enemies seemed preoccupied with weaknesses. I wanted to give them a target that appeared even more debilitated than you,"

"But I don't understand," I allowed him to scoop me up, my frame relaxing as his spark calmed mine. "I wasn't injured before,"

"Maybe it was your weakness of protecting me,"

"Of all the fucked up things… " I scolded me.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Ancora," He smirked, nuzzling my nasal plating before setting me on my pedes. I laced an arm around him, working the energon I had left through my major motor controls, gaining some strength back as we walked into the hangar. "As errors go, ones for concern for others are by no means most egregious. I consider myself fortunate that I have captured a femme more protective of others than I am,"

I turned to the hangar, where there was a big glob of metal in the middle. There were muffled voices coming from it, one most clear.

"Stand clear," Optimus ordered, releasing his hold on my shoulders. He started working carefully at the rock. "I will have you three free in a moment,"

"Being encased in molten metal has finally forced Sideswipe to be silent," Drift's voice called as Optimus finished working next to him. "So please, take your time,"

"What's that Slick?" Windblade's voice rang out from in front of Optimus. "You think you can break your record and be quiet for more than five seconds?"

I settled against the wall, watching as Optimus worked.