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Sarah nodded as she looked around the hanger, noting the new faces, the old ones and the expanded space.
She looked up at Optimus, "Are the new quarters sufficient for the newcomers and the existing Autobots, Optimus?"
He nodded, "We can fit another thirty before we need more space."
"Good," she looked at John, still trying to get use to having an eyepatch, turning more than she used to so she could see, "Your armors?"
"Hundred percent. We've been training more so we can be more effective as base defense if needed."
"Have you started the recycling on my armor?" she felt a pang, but it had to be done. She couldn't fight anymore. Not with her eye damage and her broken leg. It would be a year before her leg recovered to walking strength.
"Yes, but it's slow going. We think it'll be done in another month or two," John offered.
Sarah wanted this over since she had a question to ask Optimus. While the base medic had kept her bed bound for the last two weeks, she'd sketched the Autobot who'd been on the rubble. Grateful for her schematic drawing training, she figured she represented him well.
The art book hung in the bag she carried so she kept her hands free.
"Keep at it. I will be slow getting back to work as I tire easily, but if you hand me the big stuff, I think I can manage."
John saluted, walked off, "I'll go paperwork hunting."
The rest of her tribe returned to their duties.
"Optimus?" Sarah asked gently.
"Sarah?" He knelt, his expression curious.
"Before I passed out after the second explosion, I saw a Cybertronian on top of the rubble. I drew him and hoped you know who he is."
He nodded, curious, "I may."
She pulled the bag around, grabbed the art book, flipped to the page, then held it up for him.
He stared.
Ratchet frowned, then moved closer peering at the picture before saying, "Primus."
Optimus looked at her, "How did you see him?"
She felt embarrassed, but told him what she saw, from Grandfather to Bobcat to the Cybertronian.
Lennox stood beside her when she finished, asked, "You recognized this new Cybertronian, so who is it Optimus?"
Optimus smiled, "Primus."
Sarah realized Ratchet hadn't been swearing to Primus. He'd given the name, "Your deity appeared before me?"
"Alongside one of your Great Spirits," Optimus replied, "Though I am surprised by the presence of your Grandfather."
She realized he didn't know, "My father said Grandfather died the same day as the attack on the base. He's gone to the home of the Great Spirits. That is how he came to be there."
Optimus apologized, "My deepest sympathies."
"It was his time. He departed with no pain," she smiled, "He was proud of what I did so I take comfort and strength from that."
She stood, hating the pain that returned.
Looking up at Optimus, she smiled, "I'll be speaking with Mr. Ranthorne if you need me."
"Please rest," he started, Ratchet snapping, "You will stay here for thirty minutes."
Sarah looked up at Ratchet, "Thirty minutes?"
"Movie night starts then," Lennox grinned, "We all are sitting in the Autobots' barracks and enjoying a movie together."
She sat back down, "Who am I to miss the first on base approved activity."
Sarah looked over all the faces, grateful her tribe had gotten through safely. Happiness from the world's voice allowed her to relax and simply be. She lived for this.