READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE!

1) This is my last update for the next two weeks. Yes, I will not be updating for two weeks. You see, I am leaving for New York tomorrow for the week(senior trip). I come back Sunday, then I leave two days later for Nationals in Nourth Carolina. This is the last update for two weeks.

2) This chappie is an emotional rollarcoaster. For optimal emotions, listen to "My Immortal" by Evanescence when Chemical says, "Yes. My opiluk was a rather...interesting mech." Kay? ;)

3) Yeah, so y'all know how I'm really nice? Well, that came back to slap me in the face. The creepy boy in my class that everyone avoids that I, in a moment of stupidity, spoke to? Yeah, Friday, he confessed his undying love to me. In the middle of the lunchroom. Loudly. And he's coming to New York. Just kill me now.

4)If you haven't read my Valentine's story "Ways to Marry", it is completed now. So everyone go and read.

5) If you PM me, I'll probably uphold conversations a lot, because I'll be on the bus a lot. :) So PM me, and we'll chat it up. ;)

6) Sorry. You'll see at the end. Sorry.


Chapter 29

Life story and a shocking discovery

4,512 words


"Soundwave: capable of performing Moonstrike's repairs," Soundwave said in a tone that might be considered irritated, or maybe even angry. The monotone was only a bit louder than normal, so I could only hazard a guess.

"I don't give a flying frag if you can repair her blindfolded with only one finger! This is my medbay, and I perform the repairs here!" Ratchet shot back. He was very obviously angry. One could tell by the red tint in his blue optics and the slight tick in his left optic. The raised voice was a good indicator as well…

"Autobot CMO Ratchet: not educated on cybercat upgrades. Logical solution: allow Soundwave to repair Moonstrike."

"No! She is my patient, not yours!"

"Statement: irrelevant. Autobot CMO Ratchet: still unaware of extreme changes in Moonstrike's frame. Allowing Autobot CMO Ratchet to repair without correct knowledge: foolish. Soundwave: not foolish."

"Foolish? I'll show you foolish!" Ratchet roared lifting his wrench threateningly over his helm.

"Run, Soundwave! Save yourself!" Chemical cried dramatically. Ratchet whirled to face the red mech.

"You stay outta this, you cretin!" he snapped, taking a threatening step toward the scientist.

"AH! Soundwave, help! Save me from the insane mech!" Chem cried as he rushed away from the medic, moving to stand on the other side of the berth I was currently situated on.

"Insane?" Ratchet roared. Megatron squeaked quietly on my chassis, sending Ratchet anxious glares as he cuddled against my chassis.

"Loud," he muttered to himself and to me. I chuckled at him.

"He has a temper problem and doesn't know how to use his inside voice," I told him. I felt a sharp pain in my helm and yelped as the thrown wrench ricocheted off the side of my helm. "Ow! Hey! Injured femme and sparkling here! Are you trying to kill me?" I snapped.

"Danni loud," Megatron added. I poked his nose with my uninjured hand, gaining a giggle.

"He started it," I stated, pointedly ignoring the throbbing dent on my helm and the dark glare Ratchet sent me. Megatron giggled again at my childish tone before settling down again. I smiled as I watched him grab my hand and cuddle it close. My thumb was promptly placed in his mouth, something that made me grin. A shadow appeared over my body, and I looked up to see Ratchet preparing an intra-linear (For humans, this is an IV. Cybertronians don't have veins, though) needle.

"You will have a few kliks of awareness, then you will go offline. I will be repairing your shoulder joint while Soundwave repairs Ravage. Then, he will check your systems and repair any frame damage as I repair Chemical," the former CMO informed me. I nodded as I watched him press the needle into the primary energon line on my shoulder. He wasn't kidding. I heard Chemical bid me good-cycle and good recharge projections before the lights blurred and disappeared altogether as my systems shut down.


"Well, that went well," Chemical chirped from his seat on the berth occupied with a lightly growling Ravage. "I was expecting more protests. Moon used to hate IL (intra-linear) lines."

"Recharge: necessary. Last few cycles: extremely stressful for Moonstrike," Soundwave stated.

'Indeed," Ratchet mumbled.

"Neh, she's had worse. She's holding up marvelously," Chem said in pride.

"Real question: How long will he be able to hold up?"

"Touché," Chem said, wilting a little.

"Well, if Prime will stop beating around the slaggin' bush and just tell her that he loves her, she wouldn't have to handle that stress," Ratchet mumbled, obviously not meaning for the two 'Cons to hear.

"Statement: untrue. Moonstrike: unlikely to confide in Optimus Prime," Soundwave contradicted. Ratchet gave him an irritated look.

"And why is that?" he snapped.

"Moonstrike: empathetic. Autobot Leader Optimus Prime: inundated with problems. Moonstrike: hesitant to add to that load."

"Ah…" was the only thing Ratchet could come up with.

"That's okay, though, cuz she has us," Chemical chirped. "She's had us from the very beginning!"

"And when was that? I've heard how Soundwave got involved with this mess, but only a little bit about you. What's your story? Why were you a Decepticon?" Ratchet asked suddenly, glancing up from his work to Chem before looking back down at his work. Luckily, the shattered bits of metal in Moonstrike's shoulder joint hadn't moved around at all, so the repair would be quick and easy, though the recovery would likely be long and painful. Joint replacements usually were.

"Not one you wanna hear," Chemical stated uneasily. Ratchet looked up at him again and saw that the normally chipper mech was glaring down at the floor. Ratchet frowned as he returned to his work. He couldn't deny his curiosity. How did a mech like Chemical end up as a Decepticon torture specialist? The personality just wasn't right. "That's what everybot thinks," Chem stated, as if reading Ratchet's mind, and Ratchet realized that he had spoken his thoughts aloud. "Everybot thinks it's so strange that a mech like me walked down the wrong road." This was spoken in a quiet, self-deprecating tone.

"Do you deny that it seems strange?" Ratchet asked evenly, pointedly staring at the shoulder he was working on. He heard a scoff.

"Of course it's strange," Chem muttered. He glared at the floor some more before he gave an irritated sigh and a quiet "slag this" before looking up at Ratchet, who pointedly ignored his gaze.

"I was the creation of a scientist from Kaon." That got Ratchet's attention. His helm snapped up, and his optics met with Chemical's trouble red ones.

"A Kaonian scientist?" the medic breathed in horror. They were famous around the world. It was no secret that Kaon was where scientists gathered to study live organisms, Cybertronians included. They were well-known for the gruesome dissections and horrible experiments that occurred there. They were highly feared for the rumors, but more so for the known facts, such as the fact that they had no qualms about experimenting on their offspring or bringing their offspring to observe experiments on other Cybertronians.

"Yes. My opiluk was a rather… interesting mech. His deepest joy was finding out how the Cybertronian processor worked and what would happen if he disrupted the workings. I must say, there is nothing more disturbing than watching a mech go insane because your opiluk was playing with his processor. Luckily for me, my danniluk wanted me to stay far away from that. You see, she had plans for me to become a high-ranking scientist in Iacon. I had inherited my opi's intelligence, and she was certain I would reach great heights if given the chance. So she sent me to Iacon the moment she could. Two solar cycles after I left, I felt her bond disappear. I found out my opiluk murdered her for sending me away when he had planned to pass his legacy on to me. He wanted me to start picking up where he was leaving off." Chem went silent for a few kliks. Rage filled him, turning his red optics more pinkish as that rage worked to turn his optics white. When his optics were red again, he continued.

"I worked to stay below the radar, hoping he wouldn't find me. I changed my name from Deathtouch to Chemical when I discovered my aptitude for using them. I grew in my knowledge and became mildly famous in the small technology school I was attending in Praxis. I couldn't afford a school in Iacon. It was then that I received a strange job offer. A lab required a scientific mech to help with an experiment. Of course, I took it without hesitation. I was poor, living off of charity, begging for meals. It wasn't quite what I thought it was, though.

"When I got there, the first thing I discovered was that these mechs had just moved from Kaon and that their main focus was adjusting certain systems of sparklings to turn them into future super soldiers. I was horrified at the knowledge that my past was still coming back to haunt me. I was gonna run away, but then I was taken into the back room where the poor creatures were stored. They were so unhealthy, so unloved. I knew I couldn't turn away from them to leave them to their fate.

"So… I stayed. I stayed, and I contacted a mech I knew could help me. He was a member of the Elite Guard, and I knew he wouldn't turn down the information. As I waited for a response, I cared for the sparklings, nursing them to health and showing them love. There was one designated Bluestreak that I especially loved. A small little bitlet, and he was so quiet! When I discovered what they were doing to him… Well, I was unhappy. I took to carrying him around in my hold, and I relished watching the scientists panic when they finally discovered him missing one cycle. From that moment, I just kept him with me. It was miraculous watching how he changed after a few solar cycles of remaining unconstrained and free of those scientists. The going was difficult. I was still poor, and I had to feed both of us, but it was worth it, even if I had to keep cleaning up after the other sparklings while hiding my own semi-adopted one.

"It was two orns later when everything changed. A mech designated Tap-Out started working there. I knew he was suspicious. He was always staring at things, studying things, and the solar cycle he arrived, sparklings started disappearing. I will admit that this worried me. I mean, they were just disappearing! So I stayed after work one cycle and watched as Tap-Out stole a sparkling while it slept. I was so angry. These sparklings had been through so much, and he had the gall to cause them more strife! You see, I thought he was selling them."

Chem shook his helm with a small smirk as he recalled the memory. He could still feel Bluestreak shifting in his hold, could still remember the squeaks and twitters that he gave more and more of as he spent more time with Chem rather than the scientists. Ratchet, having finished up on Moonstrike's shoulder, moved toward Chemical.

"Come over this way so you can lie down," Ratchet ordered gruffly, gesturing to the empty berth on the other side of Moonstrike's berth. Chem hopped off the berth he was occupying and trotted over to the other berth, dismembered arm in hand. "So what happened next?" Ratchet questioned as he moved to Chem's side and injected pain-killers into his arm when the mech was lying down.

"Well, I followed him. He eventually led me to an Elite Guard shuttle. I found out later that they had been shuttling the sparklings over to an Iaconian medical facility for rehabilitation, then the sparklings were given to couples who did not have the spark strength to produce a sparkling. Once again, though, I discovered that later. At that moment, I decided that if Tap-Out was taking the sparklings to the Elite Guard, I would not interfere. I went back to my borrowed housing unit, fed Bluestreak because we didn't have enough energon for both of us, and we went into recharge.

"A half-orn after that, the Elite Guard stormed into the facility during hours. We were more than surprised when the Guard members put all of us under arrest. I was sedated, and when I woke up, I was in a cell and Bluestreak was no longer in my hold. I panicked, wondering where my sparkling was. The surrogate bond wasn't completely formed, but it was enough that I could feel him bonding with another mech and femme as his surrogate creators. I still do not know who they were, but their combined spark strength was stronger than mine, meaning my incomplete surrogate bond was torn apart. I can still remember the pain, the feeling of… complete loneliness. I think that was the worst part, knowing I was alone in the world again." Chem released a single huffing vent before continuing on, obviously not wanting to dwell on the pain.

"Well, I went through trial, had my Elite Guard friend testify for me, and I got off with only a blurb on my permanent record. I chose to move to Protihex to try at a medical job that wasn't experimenting. That was where I met my sparkmate, Speedsprint, the only other military build there. I still don't know what that femme was thinking, going into the medical field when she was terrified of processing energon. I'll never forget the cycle she passed out when we were giving each other injections. She was so cute when she woke up and asked me why she was on the floor." He gave a fond smile at the memory.

"We worked together so well that it was no surprise when we announced our bonding. I loved her so much… but when Megatron attacked… Autobots swarmed the place, simply shooting anything with red optics. Both Speedsprint and I were from Kaon, so, of course, we were both of a military build." Chem's voice cut off with a strangled warble of inner pain when the story made his spark reach out for its other half. His bond node, though, could not find its match, and as such, it sent his processor a spurt of pain and loss.

"The mech stared her in the optics for a full five point eight three two (5.832) kliks before raising his gun and shooting. Of course, I retaliated. I used my medical knowledge to kill that mech in the quickest way possible, then I turned back to my mate in an attempt to save her life. It was hopeless, I knew. The shot had gone through her chassis, and I could see that it had pierced through her primary energon line to her spark. I could feel her pain as she died. I could hear her last words, the words that would make me fight spark shock. She asked me to defend the innocent. She asked me to keep living and to be happy for her, since she would be watching me from the Well. Then she died. Primus, the pain was terrible."

His optics offlined when his bond node reached out again. He gave a quiet electronic wail as he felt the loss and despair floating through his systems. He searched through his bond nodes to find a way to fight the pain. He gave a happy whir when he found the guardian bond he had formed. The recipient didn't really know about it, but that didn't matter to him. The small tendril of peace she was currently feeling floated from her spark to his. He was glad his ward was only a berth away, or he wouldn't be able to feed off that peace, and he would sink into depression, as he had done many times before she had appeared in his life.

"I didn't keep her promise at first. I was bitter, and I only wanted to cause pain to the mechs that had been the cause of her death. I joined the Decepticons so that the blue-opticed mechs would know that nobot messed with me. I was very good at my job, a fact that I no longer take joy in, though I did back then. I was feared on base, avoided. It was perfect because nobot could tell how utterly devastated and lonely I was all the time. No friends, no family… no mate. Finally, I was transferred to one of the better bases. In fact, Megatron himself had sent for me. At that base, I met Soundwave, the only mech who knew the truth about me. That was only because Megatron had him read the mind of every transfer, the paranoid mech he was. Soundwave and I had a kinship because both of us were lonely and misunderstood with harsh and intimidating reputations. So we became friends, strange as that was. Our conversations were scientific discoveries and ideas for future discoveries. Together, we discovered my hover technology.

"However, Megatron, being who he was, decided to send me to Shockwave when he asked for an adaptable scientific mech. After all, Megatron couldn't very well send Soundwave, his third in command. So I met Shockwave and Moonstrike, and everything else, you learned on the way here." Chem finished with a vent of pent up pain and frustration. There was complete silence in the bay for a full two breems, broken only by the sounds of Ratchet reattaching the cables of Chem's arm and Soundwave working on Moonstrike's flatten audio amplifier. It was a tense silence, one that nobot wanted to break. For a moment, Ratchet wished he hadn't spoken, hadn't asked Chemical to share his story. After all, how did one reply to such a story?

"And what do you want now?" the medic asked quietly, finally finding a way to break that silence. Chem gave him a sideways glance before returning his gaze to the medbay ceiling.

"Redemption. Forgiveness. I want to be able to walk down the street without somebot pointing at me and whispering or moving their creations away from me. I want to be able to look an Autobot in the optic without said Autobot threatening me or glaring at me like I killed their best friend. I want my old life back, my chance at having a future." Chem trailed off, his optics dimming at his loss. Not only had he lost his sparkmate and Bluestreak, but he had lost his chance for a future as a medic with his bitter decisions.

"The war is over. You have that chance," Ratchet stated flatly. Chemical scowled, turning his helm to glare at the medic.

"Surely, you don't believe that. This war will never be over as long as you Autobots refuse to let bygones be bygones and we Decepticons keep blaming you for our losses. This war will never end, and I will never be forgiven. I've spent enough time trying to know that this is no longer a possibility. I don't hate Autobots because they were my enemies. I hate them because they think themselves so noble, but when you really cut away the good deeds and bad deeds in the war, they're just as bad as us."

"Chemical's statement: legitimate," Soundwave added.

"I see," Ratchet said, a hint of anger and sadness in his voice. "I am finished with your repairs, Chemical. I will check back up on you in a few breems. I must speak with Ironhide before he blows up my office."

"Very well. I appreciate the repair," Chemical said flatly. He didn't watch as Ratchet left, and he spoke again only when he heard the door shut. "Take that IL line out of Moonstrike. She deserves to be online to know of our plans."

"Affirmative," Soundwave replied as he followed Chemical's advice. Chem slowly rose into a sitting position, the soreness of his arm blocked by the medications Ratchet had injected him with earlier. "Activating online protocols," Soundwave announced. He returned to the audio amplifier repairs as his patient's systems whirred to life.


I groaned as my systems sluggishly onlined. Primus, my shoulder slaggin' hurt. I could feel a hand on my injured audio receptor, but luckily, I could feel no pain from it. It wasn't because the pain receptors were offline, but the pain data being sent from my shoulder simply overrode the data from my amplifier.

"Moonstrike: online," Soundwave stated.

"Good!" Chemical chirped, hopping off the berth and moving to the femme's side. "Feeling okay, Moon?"

"Not really," I admitted, wincing at the pain in my shoulder.

"Pain: temporary," Soundwave claimed. I nodded.

"If you're sure," I replied hesitantly.

"Soundwave: always correct. Painkillers: perfect remedy for pain."

"Soundwave, stop using sarcasm. It sounds so weird in your voice."

"Moonstrike: impolite."

"Hey, would you rather it be some annoying mechling than me?"

"Yes."

"Slag you."

"Throwing curses: immature."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why am I not in recharge?" I asked, looking over at Chem. Chem grinned.

"We thought it would be wise to inform you of our next plan," Chem stated. "You are leaving to find a place to stay that Shockwave wouldn't expect to find you at. Soundwave and I are going to speak with Mirage about getting a spy into the Decepticon ranks."

"Hold on, hold on," I ordered, looking back and forth between them. "I'm on my own?" I asked in a more panicked tone.

"Affirmative. Wrecker community: first place Shockwave will search. Medical clinics: second place Shockwave will search."

"Primus," I whispered in horror. "No! I can't let all these bots die because of me!"

"Moonstrike, Shockwave wants to control the Wreckers, and you are currently his only successful Wrecker experiment. If he can hack your processor and find that coding… this planet's as good as dead," Chemical stated. I felt fear and dread mix with that horror.

"No," I whimpered. My attention was grabbed when my comm. link beeped.

"You have to run, Moonstrike. Find somewhere safe. Find—"

"Quiet for a klik," I interrupted as I answered the link.

::Moonstrike?:: -Optimus Prime

::Prime? What's wrong with your voice?:: -Moonstrike

::Moon, I need to see you. I need to see you now:: -Optimus Prime

::Prime, I'm a little busy:: -Moonstrike

::I need to see you, Moon. Please:: -Optimus Prime

::… Okay… I'll be over in a little bit…:: -Moonstrike

::Thank you:: -Optimus Prime

"I have a place to go," I announced. I didn't expound.

"Good," Chem said after a few kliks of waiting for me to explain further. "Then you leave now before the medic gets back. Good luck, my spark. Have strength and speed."

"I'll be careful," I promised as Soundwave stepped away from me, having finished the repair.

"I will track you down next solar cycle and finish your repairs," Chemical promised. I nodded as I watched Soundwave walk to me with a needle in his hand. Painkillers were injected into my system, numbing the pain a little and only leaving behind a light throbbing. I opened my chest plates and gently placed Megatron in my sparkling hold. He gave a small squeak when I removed my thumb from his mouth, and the thumb was replaced with two of his own fingers as he snuggled up to the wall of my spark chamber, warmed by the gentle heat coming from my spark. The hold's door slid closed and latched, and I smiled at my two pack members.

"Stay safe," I ordered. Chem nodded, and Soundwave didn't respond. I was sure he was nodding mentally, though. Maybe. I hopped up and sprinted out the door. The receptionist gave a cry of alarm, followed by a "Hey! Come back here!". I didn't stop, though. I ignored the throbbing as I sprinted out the door and down the street with only one destination in mind: Prime's housing unit.


I would say that it was a sense of déjà vu, but the other times, I had an annoying short creature beside me, berating me for my cowardice. This time, it was just me. I stared at the door, wondering why he had called me over. He said he needed to see me, but his voice had sounded strange. I grimaced, hating the "what ifs" my processor was listing out for me. What if Prime was angry? What if he desired to kill Megatron? What if he desired to kill me? What if he wasn't really Optimus, but was Shockwave in disguise?

So, I stood outside the door, staring it down as if that would make something happen. My rotors rose slightly at my anxiety, and each movement reminded me that Soundwave hadn't repaired my bent blade. Or my engine, for that matter.

"Right. I can do this," I told myself, and really, I could. All I had to do was knock or press the buzzer. I mean, how hard was that? Just raise a servo and press. Yet, my servo refused to obey me. Primus, I was so pathetic. "Come on, Moonstrike. Shockwave could be waiting around the corner this very klik." I paused in my vocal pep talk when I realized what I had just said. He wasn't just around the corner… was he? My left optic twitched. What if he was watching me stand there…?

Somehow, my hand moved to press the buzzer. I still don't remember when I moved it, and the second it was moved, I wished I could take it back. However, the deed was done, and Prime was already calling out, "It's unlocked." I twitched and groaned. Why was his voice so strange? I pressed the keypad to open the door, and I squeaked in surprise when I was suddenly yanked inside and hold against a broad chest.

"Why did you take so long?" Prime's deep baritone asked. I shuttered my optics in surprise, then looked up. His optics were intense, and sadness was mixed with resolve in them. I could see the tracks from dried coolant tears, and I wondered what had just happened that caused the Prime to shed tears.

"Prime?" I asked, wiping at the track under his left optic. "What happened?"

"My Elita died," Prime stated.

And then he kissed me.

I was taken aback by the passion and need of the kiss. His arms were wrapped around me, and I could feel my arm and back pulsing in pain, but I ignored it, focusing only on the sensation brought about by his lip components on mine. My spark thrummed louder, which garnered a quiet purr from the sparkling in my hold, and my optics showed brighter. I vented heavily as I returned the kiss, giving him some of the feelings I had been harboring for him lately.

Then I tasted what was on his lips, and I pulled back.

"High grade? Prime, are you overcharged?" He ignored my question as he pulled me down the hallway. As we moved past his office, I saw at least ten empty cubes that had, no doubt, once held high-grade energon.

"I love you, Moonstrike. I don't know when I started loving you, but I do. My spark started laying claims on you, and I want you to be mine alone," he stated as he pulled me along. My spark sped up again.

"Prime, where are you going with this?" I asked hesitantly. My spark sped up a little more when he gently tugged me into his berth room. He spun me around and trapped me against the wall just beside the door with his body. He gave me another mind-numbing kiss. His left arm wound around my waist while the other hand held the back of my helm firmly, keeping my lips pressed firmly against his. I was sufficiently dazed when he pulled back, and my processor cried for more as he pulled away and answered.

"Moonstrike, I love you. Bond with me."


XLizardXQueen: Yeah, Prime's retreat wasn't wise. But, I think he made up for it. Sorta. Would'a been worth more if he hadn't been overcharged.

Iceshadow911247: XD Yeah, my favorite two to write used to be Ratchet and Sideswipe, but Soundwave and Jazz are slowly taking that spot. Megatron, once he gets enough power to stay awake for long amounts of time, will become more adorable. X3 I already have so many plans. :D And Prime… well… Prime. Nothing really to say about him. Poor mech with such conflicting emotions. :(

Jinxed just in Time: O.O Ten bags of candy? That right there is extremely unhealthy… Oh well. Who needs health anyways? Megatron is so cute. :3 Optimus will warm up to him. Probably.

BluePheonixPrime: 0.0 I didn't skip you, did I? Primus, if I didn't reply to one of your reviews, I apologize profusely! I don't think I've ever skipped someone before! Sorry, my friend! D: Baby Megs is really cute. You know, I was planning for him to come back as an adult to fight Prime for Moonstrike, but I decided on this last minute, and now, I'm emotionally attached to the cute li'l mechlet. :3

Mercedes Wolfcry: XD Well, hiya, and thanks for giving me the feedback! I must take this moment to request that you not cuss in reviews because my little sister reads these, and I don't wanna risk her getting a potty mouth ;)

As for the whole 1st to 3rd person switch, yeah I occasionally do that. Accidentally say "she" instead of "I". Now that I'm just writing on 1st person fics, I've been doing well. Plus I actually take time to reread my fics now before posting. =D

Neheh, yeah. Prime has a few issues. ^^''

Kellie Witwicky: … XD Oh, the image.

Optimus: She's mine!

Soundwave: Moonstrike: Soundwave's kitty!

Optimus: NO! MY MOONSTRIKE!

Soundwave: OPTIMUS PRIME: RELEASE HOLD ON SOUNDWAVE'S KITTY!

Do not fret! Soundwave's thinking will be explain. Soon. In, like, two chapters… so like… four weeks. I think. :)

Bee-roxs98: Glad to be the first story for you to review in a while ;) And teared up when I read your review because I started thinking of the Opi moment to that song. ;'( So dramatic!

I needed him to have one more moment like that, one that would remind him of Elita, because I wanted to give all y'all something you've all been waiting for. It's only a kiss or two, but still.

Ya know, mine's been going back and forth, too. Some days it'll let me log in. Others, it won't. :( Kinda makes me mad.

Exactlywhat: Well, here's one way he deals with it. :( High-grade isn't necessarily the answer, but it was his only choice. :( Poor mech's all alone in the world. No bonds. And Imma reply to your PM tomorrow, k? I gotta finish packing. :)

Edward-Elrics-Girl: XD I love hearing that my readers were laughing in a public place and getting strange stares! Totally makes my day. And Prime just needs to work on his emotional problems for a while. He just needs a bit of time.

Angel897: :D I've always wanted to write a story that people would wanna reread. :) your review totally made my day. :)

Erin Primette: XD Wouldn't you prefer Soundwave over Ratchet? XD

Supergirlprime: Neh, no mech's perfect. This is Prime's weakness. Yes, before he died, Megs was his brother, but Alpha Trion saw fit to change that. Plus, it avoided a weird situation that would have arisen in the future had I not changed their relationship.

Fanmanbookman: XD I'm actually writing a short blurb that consists of their relationship becoming more. I'm hoping to finish it during my trips. :) I hope that will make you happy. :)

Rapidfeather: ! That sucks! I just have my bird and dog, so I don't have to worry about that. ^-^

AlexisOptimus: XD Yep, Poor Optimus will have a terrible solar cycle the next cycle when Ratchet comes to visit him. Especially since Ratchet will already be pissed for reasons that all y'all will discover later. :)

I will agree that Ratchet is very difficult to write. I usually pit him with someone to yell at and beat up and threaten because that's how I keep his temper obvious.

Yes, she can feel his emotions, but only mildly and only when Megatron is focusing on his opi's emotions. This will make for a lot of… interesting situations. XD

Autobot-Bre: :( Yeah, Optimus was mean, but I can't blame him. I'd have trouble accepting the little mech, especially since every time Prime looks at Megatron, his spark searches for Elita's bond, effectively sending pain and loneliness through his systems. :(

Littledhampir13: Language, please, darlin'. :) Li'l sis reading.

Megatron is adorable! Prime will accept him in time. Maybe. Probably…

Now to answer your questions… Ultra Magnus is a mech that was the leader of the Wreckers. In some 'verses, Magnus is Optimus's little brother. In this one, he isn't. In my universe, he's just the Wrecker leader. He adopted Arcee in my 'verse, thus making him Moonstrike's grandfather. :)

Yes, the Autobots were on Earth, but left when they defeated Megatron again. That's why it took so long for Shockwave to bring the dead Decepticons back online. He had to go back to Earth and retrieve the offlined bodies. When they won the war, Optimus had all the bots return to Cybertron because he didn't want to impede on the humans any longer. So, he returned to Cybertron and started rebuilding it. As you can tell, the rebuilding process has gone rather well. :)

Luna Prime-Awesomeness: XD Yep. Next chapter! Poor, poor Optimus. Sucks for him. He'll live, though. Most likely. Aw, thanks! I will take any fans I can get! It took me forever to write out the lullaby, because I had to make it rhyme. XD It turned out well, though!

And the relationship between Moon and 'Wave will be explained fairly soon. *nod nod* promise.

Vivian Hale: XD Yep. If ya need a hint, Ratchet's gonna show up fairly soon at Prime's housing unit… After discovering that one of his patients is missing… and he has no clue where that patient is… Yep. Prime's luck is gone.

Ninja Star Light: Yep! :D Just a bit of a surprise there. ;)

The D-man: HOLY SLAG! HOW DID YOU FIND ME? GAH! She didn't! TELL ME SHE DIDN'T! I WILL THROW MY SHOE AT HER!

…I can explain everything, I swear… =_='' Just give me a sec to come up with something…


Yeah... Not really a cliffhanger, but i know that all of y'all are like, "You cut it off there! How could you!" ;) I'm a meanie head. :D And y'all have to wait TWO WHOLE WEEKS for another update. ^-^ SUCKS. Well, my friends. Y'all got your wish! After 29 chapters, y'all get your Prime/Moonstrike kiss. Nothing more just yet, but it's still gives ya someting to think about ;P Review! Give me a long one so I have something to read on the bus and plane! If ya haven't read my other stories, go read them and review! Except for Not of your World. That one sucks.