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Chapter 37
Friends and Family
3,983 words
The first thing I felt when I awoke was a strong arm resting across the stomach. Another arm was resting at what I was sure was an odd angle beneath my helm. The upper part of the arm was pillowing my helm, yet Optimus had somehow found a way to wrap the rest of his arm around my shoulder. As such, the left side of my body was cuddled comfortably into a strong, warm chest. I purred lightly as I turned toward that warmth.
Which was when I was reintroduced to my other companion: pain. A jolt of pain shot up my left arm, and another jolt moved up my right one, accompanied by a tugging feeling. A high squeal escaped my vocal processor before I could stop it. Optimus huffed in his recharge as my body tensed up in pain, and his arms pulled me closer to his chassis. My left arm throbbed as it was pressed up against his armor.
"Optimus!" I gasped. He grunted and shifted a bit, moving my helm to rest next to his spark. "By Primus, Optimus! Let me go!" I shrieked. Optimus hummed lightly as his optics dimly lit up.
"Moon?" he asked groggily.
"Yes, Moon! Now, let me go, slaggit!" I snapped. Optimus's optics lit up completely as he shoved himself away from me in shock and in doing so, fell off the berth.
"What the slag?" Ratchet griped as he stomped into the room. He glanced around before moving to my side. He fiddled with one of the lines that led to my arm, and not a klik later, I was able to settle down on the berth again, completely pain-free. Optimus slowly rose to his pedes, and I abruptly realized that he had pushed one other the other medical berths up against the one I was on to give us more room.
"So, Prime, did you sleep on the floor, or is that a recent inhabitance?" Ratchet asked snidely. Optimus sent him a withering look.
"Recent," he said shortly. His optics softened when he turned them on me. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay… How are the Wreckers? The attack…" I asked, not really knowing if I wanted to know the answer. Optimus obviously was thinking along the same lines as me.
"There will be time for that later, my love," he stated. His optics suddenly brightened, and he stepped back as his chest plates started to open. I felt a sense of contentment and joy from Megatron's side of the bond just a second before Optimus pulled him from his hold. Megatron kicked lethargically in Optimus's grip and squeaked groggily as he was lowered into my hands.
"Danni, Danni, Danni!" he squeaked cheerfully. I smiled as I allowed Optimus to help me maneuver him to where he was laying on his stomach over my spark.
"Hello, sparklet. Tired?' I replied easily as I looked into his dim optics.
"Danni back. My danni," Megatron purred. I smiled at him as I watched his optics flick off, then I turned my gaze to Optimus, who was watching us with soft and loving optics. He held my gaze for a few kliks, and I felt my frame grow warmer and warmer with each passing klik.
"Prime!" Ratchet snapped. Both Optimus and I jolted and looked at the irritated medic. "If you don't stop flustering her like that, I'll lock you out! I will not have you two acting like love-struck younglings in my medbay! You two can bond once Moonstrike is healed, am I understood?"
"Ratchet," I groaned.
"Now, don't go acting like that wasn't what you were thinking about," the CMO remarked with a smirk. "Now, Prime, did you get in contact with any of the ex-Autobots during the lunar cycles?"
"Yes. I have eight mechs that can arrive sometime during the solar cycle, and I have ten more that say they can be here during the next four solar cycles." Optimus glanced down at me. "I have a few Wreckers coming, as well as a few trust-worthy ex-Decepticons."
"I swear, if Sideswipe or Skywarp are in those groups, you will have a very painful diagnostic," Ratchet threatened lowly, waving a wrench for good measure. I didn't miss the way that Optimus winced.
"Wait. Sideswipe? Like the Sideswipe? I get to meet him?" I asked, actually kind of excited for that. Ratchet grimaced.
"If you're smart, you will avoid them at all costs," he stated flatly. I frowned.
"Why…?"
"Just accept my advice and move on with your life," Ratchet replied. "Now, stay still so I can scan around your sparkling."
I grimaced when I felt the tingling that accompanied a deep protoform scan. Ratchet's optics dimmed as he focused on the results, and he gave a dissatisfied hum as he moved to fiddle with the monitor that was connected to the lines in my arm.
"Well, Moonstrike, your welds have taken very well. Your arm seems to be functional. Your new shoulder joint and optic cable are syncing to your systems as we speak. Your leg repairs are holding nicely. In all, I believe you can leave as soon as you are able to function without the pain-killers."
"So I can leave?" I asked, glancing at the door anxiously.
"If you have someone carrying you around, then yes, you may," Ratchet replied. I cocked my helm in question, which garnered a sigh from the chartreuse mech. "Your leg repair won't be at full-functioning order for another six solar cycles, at least. No walking until I say so. The same goes for lifting things with your left arm, Megatron included." I wrapped my arms a little tighter around my snoozing sparkling, who clicked quietly and snuggled closer to my spark. "Now, Prime, I believe you have work to attend to?"
"I believe I should stay here with—" Optimus began, only to be cut off by Ratchet.
"I am more than capable of caring for your intended. You do your job, and I will do mine," Ratchet retorted. Optimus grimaced as he turned his gaze back to me. I sent him a soft, reassuring smile. At least, I hoped that was what it looked like. At this time, the pain-killers and sedatives were beginning to take hold again.
"I'll be fine, my love," I assured him. Optimus held my gaze for a few more kliks, and I could almost see the internal battle raging behind those optics. He finally looked away with a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh.
"I will be back before the joor is out," he stated, glaring off to the right. His attention returned to me, and he smiled as he ran a hand across my forehelm lovingly. "Rest, my love. I will return as soon as I can."
"Yeah, yeah. Now get out," Ratchet snapped, flinging a wrench in Optimus's direction, just for good measure. Optimus sent him yet another withering glare before turning and exiting. I smiled dreamily, or perhaps it was more of a loopy smile, as the door closed behind him.
"I'm his love," I dreamily informed Ratchet, who snorted.
"Recharge, femme. Those pain-killers are messing with your processor," he stated as he moved toward his office. I giggled at this before following his advice. Recharge sounded nice.
Optimus was glad that his facemask was on. His scowl would, no doubt, worry every bot he passed, but he simply couldn't keep his worry and anger contained. Moonstrike had been right on one aspect: whenever he wasn't around her, she tended to get hurt. And it wasn't just a little scratch. She always ended up in Ratchet's care. Optimus sighed heavily. The war was supposed to be over. Megatron was no longer in power, his second in command was offline, his third in command had changed sides, and Cybertron was at peace. True, the peace was fragile at the moment, but it was still there, and where there is hope, there is chance for success. Even if that peace was fragile, with time, Optimus knew he could make it stronger.
Then Shockwave showed up.
Anger flooded through the prime's systems as he moved to the old meeting room where a group of Wreckers was awaiting him. He wasn't exactly looking forward to this meeting, either. Springer and Arcee were guaranteed to be angry, Ultra Magnus would likely spend half the meeting asking for advice, and Kup would simply sit there smirking at the insanity caused by a single family unit. Optimus sighed, wondering what he had done wrong to deserve this. He paused for only a klik by the meeting room door before striding inside, back straight, surrounded by an air of nobility and leadership.
"Well, took you long enough," Kup griped, having noticed the prime the second he stepped inside. Optimus fought back the urge to slouch at this comment. He was actually a quarter breem early. However, training given to him by Sentinel Prime himself kept him from giving in to his desires.
"Greetings, Kup," Optimus said cordially. He nodded at the mech, before greeting his other guests. "Arcee, Springer, Magnus. It is nice to see you, though under such negative terms."
"Indeed," Arcee huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Not now, 'Cee. You can get angry at 'im later. Right now, we just need to know everythin' you know, Prime," Kup interjected, always one to get to the point. Prime nodded evenly as he took a seat at the head of the long table so that Kup and Magnus were on his right and Arcee and Springer were on his left.
"You remember that Moonstrike was captured by Shockwave before," Prime began, pausing to look at each Wrecker to make sure they were all on the same page, so to speak. "After speaking with Ratchet and Chemical, we learned the complete story of her captivity. Apparently, sometimes during her captivity, Shockwave reprogrammed her, giving her the mind of a youngling, and he treated as such. We believe Shockwave has actually grown lonely with his drones and has decided to raise a youngling."
"But the bond… and youngling/creator protocols would…" Springer began with a frown.
"Keep him from retaining a youngling," Prime finished with a nod. "Yes. I am sure he was more than aware that he could not hide a youngling from its creators without ripping out a bond node and thus, seriously injuring the youngling. We believe this is why he wanted Moonstrike."
"Make an adult believe they're a younglin'. Then you get yer younglin', and you don't have ta worry about creators busting down yer door after using a creator's bond to locate the kid," Kup surmised. Optimus nodded.
"Precisely. In addition to that, we believe Shockwave was working to find a way to control a Wrecker's actions to make them soldiers for the Decepticon cause. We think he did this by uploading a string of submissive slave data into a Wrecker's processor. The data string in Moonstrike's processor was isolated and deleted by Ratchet and Perceptor, but it is unknown if Shockwave captured your missing Wreckers for this reason or not."
"So, why is he singling out Moonstrike… or is he?" Arcee asked with a frown. Optimus sighed.
"We cannot be sure at this point. Who really knows what does on in Shockwave's processor? We believe he wants Moonstrike back because she was his first experiment, his prototype, if you will. A scientist enjoys keeping his first successful experiment, and in Moonstrike's case, he would gain a youngling from it, as well, seeing as the youngling programming worked with her. She is his proof of success, and I have a feeling he wants her to show off to his army of Decepticons."
"And this traitor that everybot is talking about…?" Springer asked, his voice deadly quiet. Optimus glared down at the table.
"We are uncertain who the traitor is, but I know Moonstrike has at least an idea who the traitor is."
"That ain't our only problem, either. We still have to find out about the Monster Murderer," Kup remarked. Optimus frowned.
"'Monster Murderer?'" he repeated curiously. Ultra Magnus grunted in affirmation.
"There were four bots found in the base that were killed rather gruesomely. Three had their sparks completely ripped out and crushed, and the fourth was missing his helm. Whatever killed them didn't show mercy and killed them fast," Magnus stated grimly.
"And we know it couldn't have been one of our mechs because we have a strict policy that states that we leave sparks intact," Arcee added solemnly. "We might not be afraid to kill, but that does not mean we have to be completely barbaric about it."
'Apparently, ripping a mech apart is not barbaric in Arcee's optics.' Optimus smirked behind his facemask at that thought. "The security playback offered no answers?" he asked evenly.
"No. The security was taken out by the saboteurs," Springer answered, sounding irritated by this fact.
"I still think it was those two 'Con torturers," Arcee huffed angrily.
"Impossible. They were with Ratchet before these murders could've even taken place," Mangus interjected.
"Well, there is nothing we can do at the moment. For now, we must plan for the immediate future," Optimus broke in diplomatically. All optics turned to him as he continued speaking. "Ultra Magnus, you stated you would send over some troops to help guard this base…" Optimus prodded. Magnus nodded.
"Yes. I will be returning to the Wrecker Community once this meeting is over. Arcee, Springer, and Kup will remain here, and I will be sending Hot Rod, Streamshot, and Perceptor to help out here as well."
"Your assistance is appreciated," Prime claimed. Magnus smiled.
"It is my grandcreation we are guarding, after all," he replied. Optimus frowned at how that sounded. He knew a warning when he heard it.
"And safe she shall remain," Optimus said, forcing his irritation to the back of his mind. He and Moonstrike were going to bond, whether these Wreckers liked it or not.
::Optimus, I will kill you.:: -Ratchet
It was by sheer habit that Optimus didn't jolt by the anger and irritation that bled through the comm. link. He frowned as he tried to figure out what he had done to make Ratchet so angry.
::After I kill these accursed twins:: -Ratchet
Ah. The twins were here. Optimus fought back a grin as he prepared to give his farewells to the Wreckers. He needed to greet the twins and send them to Prowl to receive their personal quarters. His plans were cut off when he received a burst of fear from Megatron, followed by a burst of protective anger from the small bond he held with Moonstrike via Megatron. Without another thought in mind, Optimus surged to his feet and rushed out the door, headed to the medbay.
::Slaggit, Optimus! Get to my medbay and control your slaggin' mate!:: -Ratchet
::She's not my mate yet!:: -Optimus Prime
::I don't give a flying frag whether it's fraggin' official or not! She's about to kill Sideswipe, and she shouldn't be moving yet, so she'll hurt herself in the process!:: -Ratchet
::Entering medbay now:: -Optimus Prime
I looked around idly from where I sat. Darkness surrounded me on all sides, and I could only see an arm's length away from my body. I didn't know where the small bit of light was coming from, but I knew it wasn't bright enough to help me figure out where I was. I had debated calling out for help, calling out to see if there was another person lost out here with me. I dismissed the idea, though. There was no telling who was out there. Slag, Shockwave could be wandering around out here, and the last thing I needed was to call attention to myself. So I sat there, trying to come up with an idea to get myself out of this mess. Logically, I knew that I must have come in somewhere…
"Hello?" a voice called out loudly. My helm shot up as I looked in the direction it came from. I slowly rose to my pedes, preparing myself to flee if needed. "Hatchet, ya here?" I froze, and my helm cocked to the side in confusion. Hatchet? Who the slag was Hatchet?
"I don't think he's here, Sideswipe," another male voice stated flatly. I looked around, trying in vain to find the owners of these voices.
"Hey, Sunny, look at this!" the first voice, dubbed Sideswipe, said excitedly.
"It's a femme. Big deal," the mech named Sunny replied.
"No, no! It's Prime's femme!" Sideswipe claimed in a mock reverent voice.
"Yeah. All the more reason for us to leave her alone and leave," Sunny stated. I could almost see him rolling his optics as he said this.
"Hey… Is that a sparkling?"
"No, Sideswipe. It's a scraplet that chose to recharge with its meal."
"…Strange," Sideswipe remarked, obviously ignoring his brother. "You don't think Prime actually bonded with her and got her sparked, do you?"
"A rather crude way of putting it, but does it matter to us whether the sparkling's Prime's or not?" I suddenly got a sinking feeling as I looked down at my own arms.
Megatron wasn't there.
He. Wasn't. There.
I looked out into the darkness with a new goal. I had to find my sparkling before those two mechs found him. I started forward at a brisk jog, not wanting to move too fast and miss him.
"Umm… Sideswipe, I wouldn't do that…"
At that moment, a wisp of confusion floated through my spark followed by a surge of fear.
Sparkling protective protocols: engaged.
Speed up energon pump to increase energon flow: check.
Activate recharge override protocols and overlay online protocols: check.
Cybercat instincts: overriding…overriding…unable to override.
Cybercat instincts: engaged.
Battle computer: online.
Logic center: offline.
My optics flared to life, and an enraged roar ripped from my vocal processor. I glanced down at my chassis, noting swiftly that my sparkling was no longer there. I heard a cry of fear to my left, and my helm whipped in that direction.
The red mech was staring at me with something akin to confusion. Then a saucy grin covered his lips. The golden mech to his side was watching me like a hawk, but I chose to ignore him. The red mech was the focal point of my interest. The red mech and the little black mechling he held. Megatron wiggled and chirped in distress. The red mech glanced down at him and gave a few calming chirps that didn't calm the sparkling at all. Then his attention turned back to me.
"So, sexy, did you and Prime finally tie the knot?" the red mech asked with a suggestive undertone. I didn't reply. I only glared and growled as I rolled onto my stomach. I dimly noted when the medic came in and started yelling at the two mechs. I didn't hear the words. I was too focused on my sparkling. Megatron gave one more cry before finally realizing his femme creator was awake. He twisted in the red mech's servos, sent me a terrified look, and screamed, "Danni, save!"
That was all it took. My tail spiked up, and my claws unsheathed as I pounced at the red mech. The lines in my right arm ripped out, causing a rather bad energon leak, but I ignored it, too focused on saving my sparkling and eliminating the threat. The red mech dodged at the last minute, and the golden mech stepped in front as I landed on the berth behind them. The claws in my pedes sank into the berth, keeping me from sliding off. Twin Cybertonium swords rose from the gold twins weapons subspace and melded with his wrists. The medic gave a string of curses as he hurried in our direction. I disregarded him, centering my attention on the newest adversary that stood between me and my sparkling. I roared as I pounced on the golden mech, who gave an irritated grunt as he caught my wrists and tossed me away before I could cause any damage. I slid across a berth and landed on my pedes. I roared angrily as I prepared to leap over the berth to take another shot at the golden mech, spurred on by my creation's scared cries. However, my leg could no longer take the harsh treatment it was receiving. My angry roar turned to a pained one as my leg strut collapsed under my weight.
"Primus slaggit, Moonstrike!" Ratchet yelled as he moved to my side. I paid him no attention as I tried to crawl to the golden warrior, ready to fight to my death for my sparkling. I was preparing to use my one good leg as leverage for a pounce when the door opened, and all my fears were dropped.
My mate-to-be strode into the room with all the force of an acid storm, his engine growling lowly in his chassis. He moved to the red mech's side first and firmly lifted Megatron from his grasp without receiving any fight in return. I kept my gaze on the two enemies as my intended moved to my side.
"Allow Ratchet to assist you, my love," he said lowly. The red mech took a step forward, eliciting a growl from me. I would not have him attacking my mate while his back was turned. "Relax, Moonstrike. I will take care of everything from here on," my mate assured me gently, running a hand down my cheek as he held Megatron over his spark with the other. I scowled, not recognizing the designation they kept using. I allowed the medic to scan me, my optics never leaving the two assailants.
"Slaggit, femme. Your leg is slagged to the Pit and back," Ratchet groused.
"Is she gonna be okay, Ratch?" the red mech questioned, taking a hesitant step forward.
"Stay where you are, Sideswipe," Prime ordered with a scowl. I looked up at him and frowned. Why was he fighting his protective protocols so much? Why wasn't he killing the mech that threatened his mate and creation? My engine revved lightly in righteous anger at my mate's hesitance.
"He meant no harm, Moonstrike," my intended stated. "Ratchet, sedate her and repair her new injuries."
"Yes, sir," the medic replied, moving to my side. I hissed at him, warning him to stay back. I wasn't going to allow myself to get hurt again. The medic paused and glanced up at my mate. "I don't think she's in the right frame of mind right now," he said lowly, carefully studying me.
"Moonstrike, I need you to let Ratchet do his job," my mate said gently.
"I do not know that designation," I replied irritably. My mate's optics flicked to the medic when he gave an enlightened, "Ah!"
"Her cybercat programming overrode her normal programming," the medic explained when he saw my mate's confused look. My mate's optics brightened in understanding.
"I see. Freedom," —My audio amplifiers perked up at the sound of my name from my mate's vocal processor— "Ratchet is going to make you feel better." I looked over at the medic with a critical look.
"You will guard my sparkling?" I asked as I looked back up at my mate. He smiled gently and nodded.
"You and Megatron will remain safe," he promised. I vented, frowning when I discovered that my vents were clogged.
"Very well," I replied. I waited docilely as the medic pressed a needle into one of my neck cables. "You will stay with me?"
"Of course, my love," my mate assured me. I hummed as my systems slowed down.
"Ratchet, repair her quickly. I will not leave her alone again."
It was the last thing I heard, and I fell offline with those protective words repeating through my processor in that velvety voice.
Jinxed just in Time: XD Ah, but I live for dramatic scenes! :D
Mercedes Wolfcry: Many thanks. ;)
Vivian Hale: Hehe. Yeah, bad things happen to Prime, but I don't think I'll ever do anything that mean to him. ;) Heh, with my mind, ominous is normal. Keeping that thought process of 'nothing's happened yet,' may be a very good idea ;)
Angel 897: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
Starscream's Prime: I know, right! I didn't think that this many people would actually like this fic! :D And soon. Very soon. Within the next four updates, hopefully. Patience, my dear ;)
Jazaline Lupus: I frickin' love your username. I had to actually rewatch the movie to figure out where that quote was XD It drove me nuts! Thanks for the review. ;)
Iceshadow911247: Oh, I don't mind reading the long reviews, or the stories. I just can't always reply to every part of the review like I prefer to. I still read it all, and I don't mind reading it, I just didn't have the attention span to give a long reply. I actually stopped writing replies for the day after writing yours. I was really sick, and my head was just not functioning. So, go ahead and give long reviews ;) I dun mind.
Lol. I could totally see someone sitting in the restaurant, reading a Kindle, and allowing a super creepy smile to rise to their face. XD Oh, the mental pictures!
*Gasp*! (Not in the sarcastic sense. I actually gasped when I read that) I was thinking about doing the same with my hair, but with red instead of blue. I have blonde hair, so it would show up really good. Just trying to decide…
XLizardXQueenX: Aww! Sugar, if you keep showering me with praises, Imma get a big head! X3 Many thanks!
Linariel: Lol. Yeah, one of my goals was to make a creepy bad guy. I didn't want to write a bad guy that only wanted the main character for sexual reasons, mainly because it was rather overdone and I don't write smut or rape of any degree. So, I worked it out logically, and I can see Shockwave wanting a femme for that reason. I mean, he doesn't wanna bond with a femme, so he can't have a legit sparkling, and the Allspark is gone, preventing a non-femme birth. Ya know? I believe I explained it further in this chapter, but it seemed most logical, and it has never been done before. Originality is my goal.
Eh heh heh heh. Well, as you can see, he's just a little more protective than normal. That will be touched upon more next chapter. My "Possessive/Protective Prime" fangirls will adore next chapter. :)
My next story, which I hope to actually start publishing soon will focus on him, so I get to dive into Sunstreaker's mind. :) It is an adventure I await with anticipation. =D
Hmm… Lemme give you some advice that I had to learn at the beginning. Often times, a reader doesn't review for their own reasons. Me personally, I normally only review once: when I first read the fic. This is because I'm always reading the updates on my phone, which makes reviewing a hassle. I have no life right now, so I usually am reading on the go, too. So don't focus on the reviews as much as the favorites and the alerts. You would be surprised how many silent fans you might have. On top of that, if you don't update a story for a long time, your readers will automatically assume you have abandoned it. It's how we think. So just keep it going. Besides, the more the update, the more it's on the top of the updated list, meaning more transformers fans will see it. I get new readers every chapter because whenever I update a chapter, people who are just scanning the Transformers page see it. So keep updating. I will wait with anticipation. :)
And thanks. :)
Jeannette Hetfield: Lol! I love how many of y'all consider my fic a sort of drug. XD Honestly, I'm like that with the fic "Lyra". And I plan on continuing this for a long time. :)
Glad you like Moon! I love hearing when people like my ocs. So satisfying. :) I'm trying to put little Megsy in more, because he seems to be such a hit with everyone XD
Lol. Yep, finally getting away from high school! Yes, DB did pick on me. He commented on my stalker, he commented on my inability to be silent, and he noted that if you searched out the loudest table in a room, you could guarantee I'd be at that table. -_-'' Gotta love the guy. Did you go to his retirement party that was held on Friday? I can't believe he's retiring! I was lucky to get him his last year. I'm gonna be bawling while he gives his last speech at our graduation. :'(
Transformers girl 1234: :( Be sad no longer! Here's your chapter, and a cookie! :D
Kellie Witwicky: Tell me about it. I understand to a point. I mean, one girl only updates once a month, but the updates are 10k words long. I dunno whether I should be pissed or amazed by this. -_- And yeah, I've been neglecting my other stories. It makes me mad, because I dunno whether I should just discontinue them or not. :S
Supergirlprime: I will try. :)
Just Watch Me: Next chapter, my dear. Next chapter is your fluffy fuzzy chapter, I swear. Look forward to it. :)
Anon: I think it's just allergies acting up. 'Least I hope that's what it is. Lol. Yeah, I need to update the others. My muse is just so focused on this one… ^^'' Oh! And guess what! I got a flame on that fic! I got a fraggin' flame, and the slagger that left it didn't even read the whole slaggin' story first! Her review was supplied with incomplete information, which only irritates me more. I was rather irate when I received it. :(
I'm actually looking into protective dogs. I want a dog that can defend us when we're outside. The coyote problem has been picking up a bit, so I'm looking into dogs that can fight, and will fight to protect their pack. *nod nod*
The camera angles gave me a headache. Whoever shot that movie should be shot. (See what I did there? *nudge nudge*) Anywho, the whole concept kinda made me sick to my stomach. The only good part was the black guy that designed her clothes. Loved that guy! Oh, and that guy that asked around to get her sponsers. Loved him too! XD
LOL. I love 'Warp, too. He always came across to me as the loveable younger brother with ADD. Adorable! :3
I know what you mean. It was so short because I couldn't focus on the plot long enough to plan it out. Illness sucks.
And I'm actually a big OP/Elita supporter, as well. I didn't want Elita to just disappear to the side because I always saw her as a big part of Prime's life, but I needed Optimus to be single, so I gave her an honorable death as a warrior defending her home. And Now, Opty has Moon. :)
Dreamin'BIG: Thanks :D
Annabellelennox: I know, right! I feel so loved and honored! And… I think this chapter may have answered your question partially… :) I overthink things, too. It's not a bad thing… most of the time. ^o^
Tenko Kugen: 1) I shall try. Orange juice has been my best friend for the last few days. -_- It has more flavor than water. 2) Yeah, and it's worse when they haven't updated any of their stories, cuz then you can't have the hope that the story will be updated in the future. :( 3) Aw. Sad day. Losing pets is always so sad, cuz it's like losing a family member. 4) I'm going to see that Tuesday! Can't wait! I've heard from so many sources that it's amazing. So excited! 5) Hmm… Is it okay if it's a one-shot? I won't have time for a chapter fic, but a one-shot just for you I can fit into my schedule. :) Lemme know. 6) Thanks for the compliments and the feedback. :)
Autobot-Bre: Lol. If he goes offline, it will definitely be in an epic fight. Dunno how it will all pan out, though. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Fanmanbookman: Nope. Never two chappies in a row. Don't have time right now. Just every Saturday.
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