OBJECTIVES

#36: THE HUMAN HOLIDAY IS BEST NOT SPENT AROUND YURI.

OYMYAKON MILITARY BASE

16: 43 P.M

Pre-note: Yep, two weeks are up, and I realised that it was Christmas, and I had done nothing for Christmas. So here we go – the moment that everybody has been patiently – or not – waiting for.

Eliza, Jazz, Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet stood in the hangar, waiting for the specified plane to pull up. In the human femme's hands, she held the electromagnetic pulse guns – the Autobots with her did not know about her current possession of these weapons. If Prowl had decided to not let her in on something, she was going to make sure he never did so again. And if that was stunning him, so be it. Of course, then everything would go back to the way it was, because he was her only way out of running for two miles in freezing cold weather.

The plane pulled up just outside of the large building, just as it began to snow. They had arrived in good time.

Of course, the gathered Bots – and human – were surprised to see a male walk off the aircraft first. A male which was not the pilot, and had been previously assumed dead. Then the familiar red haired female known as Natalie Silverman followed. AKA crazy femme.

And of course, who else but the mech that now regularly vanishes since meeting Eliza and Natalie. Prowl stepped out of the military plane, and was greeted by the none to pleased reception of beings. He resisted the urge to cringe when he saw the evidently unhappy Eliza.

She stalked over to him when he wouldn't come any closer, 'Hello Prowl.' She greeted. He nodded down at her. She held up the electromagnetic pulse guns. His optics widened. She smirked, and fired. He went down instantly, and the gathered beings just blinked. They finally understood how ticked she was.

OYMYAKON MILITARY BASE

16: 50 P.M

Prowl did not un-shutter his optics when his processor restarted. Once again, he could sense Jazz next to him. As well as his commanding officer, the CMO and the weapons specialist. He spoke to the saboteur then, also without on-lining his optics.

'Jazz?' He asked, speaking in Cybertronian.

'… Yeah mech?' His friend replied in the same language after a brief period. The Praxian paused a moment before replying.

'Please tell me we are on Cybertron and I just underwent a large crash which caused me to have hallucinations of an organic planet where I knew a crazed Russian and a Czechoslovakian stalker, and work with a very strange woman, and killed thousands of organics.'

'What did he say?' A familiar female voice asked to the side. Prowl then realised he could understand her. Finally, a way to jog back his memory. He knew how to speak English again! Thank you Yuri for the highly dangerous guns.

'It is nothing Eliza. My previous statement has been… corrected for lack of a better term. Thank you for rectifying the problem which my processors had that wasn't allowing me to speak in your normal earth dialect.' He finally on-lined his optics and sat up. She blinked at him.

'Uh… okay… you're welcome. That… was not the reaction I had expected. Usually when being knocked out you don't… thank… them.'

'No, you have a right to be angry. I have been ignoring you for the past few weeks in lieu of a more pressing matter. I am sorry about that. This mission that I just went on was to confirm that Yuri was alive, and to acquire a Cybertronian object, which was simultaneously being sought after by Starscream.' He was now addressing his commander, whose optics widened minutely at that piece of information.

Noticing that he now had the attention of the other Bots in the room, the SIC stood up and un-sub-spaced the heavy container. He held it out to his leader, and the larger mech took it from him, surprised at its weight. Optimus looked from the metal box to the Praxian, 'What is this?'

'It is a transwarp generator sir. One of the rarer components for a spacebridge. It is the only thing that could not be manufactured by humans. Starscream met me just outside of its previous location. It signifies that he – or many of the Decepticons – will be trying to get back to Cybertron. There is nothing more on Earth to fight for. The Allspark has been destroyed, and this pitiful planet has nothing to offer-' The tactician explained, but was then cut off by the humans in the room.

'Hey!' They shouted at him. This included his work colleague, Yuri, Natalie, and several other military personnel. He simply stared at them, until all felt uncomfortable. He continued.

'It is either that, or Megatron has decided he wishes to conquer this planet as well, and is bringing in reinforcements.' Prowl concluded. Ironhide eyed the metal box.

'This is made of Cybertronian alloy. What was it doing on Earth?' The black mech asked. None of them knew, and Yuri didn't bother to comment on where he got the information from.

Then, Jazz smirked, 'So, how hard did ya have ta fight Screamer for tha box?' He asked. The Praxian – surprisingly – smiled.

'Enough to be dragged a thousand feet in the air by my door wings, get stabbed by one of my own energon daggers, as well as losing one, then being dropped from that height into the Strait of Gibraltar.' He said it so casually. Only then did they realise that the SIC was injured. Dents covered his frame, and there was drying energon on his arm. Eliza also noticed, and instantly felt bad. He had come in injured and she shot him with a gun. Life is interesting. And cruel.

Ratchet went over and performed a scan, while Ironhide and Optimus conferred about the device in the Prime's servos. Jazz stood by his friend while Eliza apologized to her companion, 'Sorry about shooting you. It was a childish thing to do, and I'm sorry about that. I was just… annoyed that you hadn't let me in on this, just like Prague, and then it was with Natalie again, and… I just got suspicious.'

'Suspicious?' Prowl's door wings twitched upwards in anticipation, an action that did not go unnoticed by the saboteur and CMO beside him. She realised what she had said, and immediately wanted to slam her head against a wall.

'Uh… well what I mean is-' She was saved from answering as her estranged friend ran up to her. Saved may not be the best word though.

'There you are! Come on, we have monitor duty, your sister said that there was no way out of it for you,' Melissa then took notice of the SIC, 'So,' she gestured to him, 'Did he "Cheat" on you with Natalie, or was that a misunderstanding.' It was said sarcastically. That still did not stop the three surprised "Whats?!" that came from the mentioned people and Cybertronian.

'I did not say that!' Eliza hissed, while the tactician tried to compute that, and Agent Silverman began swearing.

'No, but you were thinking it. Now come on!' The blonde grabbed her friend's hand and dragged her away from the hangar. The red headed femme stormed off, muttering under her breath. Jazz smirked.

'Ya've got an interestin' relationship with that femme, don't ya Prowler?' He asked. Said mech was still running that sentence through his processor, and so did not take offense at the nickname. Then another thought hit the saboteur, 'Hey, how come ya're able ta move now, but tha last time ya were hit with that gun, ya were paralyzed?'

'Because after the last incident, I lowered the power on those weapons. I knew something like this would happen in the future. It was a surety that I would somehow annoy another human female. And it was a very high possibility that it would be Eliza. So, I took precautions.' He explained. At that, his friend laughed.

'Ya sure 'ave changed Prowl.' Jazz pointed out. The mask of neutrality slid back into place over the Praxian's features.

'I have not changed Jazz,' He stopped the Porsches train of thought, 'You simply see me different for the things I have done,' His gaze slid up to the higher balcony of the hangar, where Terry Jover stood, a scowl on her face. They just stared at each other for a short period of time, before she moved away. He continued, glancing back at his friend, and CMO, 'And what I am capable of.'

OYMYAKON MILITARY BASE

10: 04 A.M

TIME SKIP – ONE DAY

Prowl sat at his desk, Eliza beside him, going over datapads. He was glad to be back in the same routine. The human placed down the report she was going over and reached for another one, at the same time as he was. They both paused as servo and hand was placed over the last piece of work. The SIC blinked. This was new.

Agent Jover was just as surprised, 'Well… um… I guess we have some time on our hands. Have you got any meetings to go to?' She asked. He shook his head.

'Do you have any other activities on the base that need to be completed?' The Praxian asked his human comrade. She shook her head. That left them stumped.

'We have really grown apart since the road trip haven't we?' Eliza summed up. Prowl nodded and then released a cycle of air.

'I would like to rectify that. Care to take a walk Miss Jover?' He held out his servo. She smirked and stepped on.

'Such a gentleman. Where would you like to go?' The brunette asked. He was only a moment in replying.

'Wherever you would like. Truthfully, I simply wish to spend some time with you. Other than working, the only social interactions we have had, have been arguing over a very strange topic.'

'And me shooting you.' The human added. Prowl quirked an optic ridge.

'That was well deserved though, and is now allowing me to speak English again. So it was more helpful than damaging.' He did not wish for her to feel guilty. He did not even deserve to be in her presence at the moment. He was a failure, and she could do better than being around him.

'Still… so, how was Spain?' Change of topic. He sighed, and thought about it.

'I did not see much of it. We spent two hours waiting for Yuri to arrive, and I spent most of the time in the sea, then in the air. That is about all I can tell you. What happened while I was away?'

'They found the guys who were pulling all those pranks. They're both currently in the brig.'

'Who was it?' Prowl would like to have a word with them.

'It was Sideswipe and Melissa's charge, Emma. Do you know her?' Eliza looked up at him, as he came to the exit of the base and stood in the open door way, looking at the white landscape.

'I am aware of her. Why she was placed in the charge of both Blurr and that friend of yours is another matter entirely.' Ah, dry humor.

The brunette smiled, 'Hey, contrary to what other people say, Melissa is good at looking after other people, just not so much herself. Anyway, I think Emma and Sideswipe will probably be let out for the holiday, and then be placed back in. I don't think I'll go to South Dakota this Christmas-'

'Christmas?' The Praxian stopped her, a questioning look in his optics. She gawked, not believing what she had just heard.

'Seriously? You've never heard of Christmas?' She demanded. He looked at her pointedly.

'Eliza, I have heard of Christmas. I spent an entire year navigating across this planet to find the other Autobots. At this time, I was in Murmansk, but was told a much different version of that holiday from Yuri. I was also introduced to different religions that saw differently than the one that began this… absurd tradition. Truthfully, I try not to think about it, as it is likely to crash my processor. I just did not believe that you were someone who celebrated it.'

Before continuing, I must inform my readers of any religion that this is not being in anyway insulting of other types of celebrations, and inform you that I am neutral in any of those prospects. If you are in anyway offended, please send me a PM and I shall rectify any thing that you find is not positive. I do not wish to lose any of my readers, and implore you to point out anything that could be offensive. Thank you.

'Of course I celebrate it. It's a world wide thing. About giving, and being with family and friends-'

'Except you just stated that you would not be spending it with your family.' He stopped her. She rolled her eyes.

'Well, if you don't remember, the situation between my family is kind of… off putting at the moment, seen as I embarrassed my dad in front of the president, and I have a grudge against my sister currently. It'll be good to stay away.'

'I believe that your sister may be staying at this base as well though.' Prowl pointed out. She stared at the snowy world beyond them before answering.

'I know… but it's better than being addressed by my father. He's higher power than my sister – I think.' She could no longer be sure with Terry. Pit, her sister could be running the world for all she knew, 'Ah well… so, you've never really celebrated Christmas?'

'No. From what I have gathered, you give and receive gifts, and this has been changed into a financial scheme.'

She sighed, 'You really know how to take away the joy and the spirit of this holiday don't you?'

'I take away the joy and spirit of everything Eliza, you know that.' He attempted a joke. She smirked.

'Well, the holiday is soon, better think of some "Financial scheme" to come up with. Maybe do a grand Christmas miracle.' She was grinning by the end of it, and his processor was now calculating things. "Christmas Miracle"… this could very well help him in his attempts to tell Eliza how he felt about her. There was only below a week to this day. He would tell her… and hope for a good reaction.

'Yes… an interesting thought Miss Jover.'

She nodded, then looked into his optics, 'Well we better get back to your office. There's a likely chance that more work has filled it u-' The brunette was stopped as an explosion shook the ground. Immediately, they were on the defensive, 'Is it 'Cons?' She asked. He scanned the area. Then paused when he realised what it was.

Soon he was sprinting down the halls, Eliza still in hand, heading straight for Wheeljack's lab. In arrival, there was no door, and smoke was pouring out. The human covered her mouth and nose, to block the fumes.

'Wheeljack!' Prowl called. If that Transwarp Generator had been destroyed, so help him…

'Uh… hey Prowl! Sorry about the explosion. I was testing out different human metals and their reaction towards one another and… well this happened. Sorry about that.' He could hear the inventor, just not see him.

'You are supposed to be working on the spacebridge Wheeljack. Please get on with that, instead of your side projects.' He placed his free hand to his helm in frustration.

'Oh, yeah. Sorry again. I'll get right on it.' With that, a lot of clattering could be heard, as the mech moved around in that tip of a lab.

Prowl stalked away from the room, his mood darkened. Eliza sucked in a clean draft of air when they were far enough from the danger zone and sent him a questioning glance, 'SpaceBridge?'

He only spared her a moment, 'It is not important. Come, we have work to do.'

OYMYAKON MILITARY BASE

19: 27 P.M

Terry sat at her desk in her office. She stared at the one photograph that stood on the metal surface. It was of her father and her when she was younger. She had been chasing him with a pointy stick at the time as he ran away. When she was slightly older, the General believed that he had just been running for the sake of entertaining her.

Now, she knew he had been running for fear.

Very few people understood the power that she held. And those that did, tended to avoid her. She knew everything that happened in the world. The human didn't just have influence in America, her control reached farther than that. Of course there were places that were far too powerful for her to immediately take over. Yet.

When she had been five, she had wanted to be an astronaut. When she was six, she had wanted a more feministic job, maybe as a hairdresser or fashion designer. When she was ten, she wanted to be president.

But now, she had surpassed that dream, and had gone further than any power holder she knew. It was unheard of. A woman in total control over so many people. Never in history had it been done. All because they had been regressed to common housewives.

Her fingers drummed against the table. Influence. That was all there is to it. And fear. Fear is what had gotten her here. Fear is what made her successful.

Infiltration helped as well. Before she was this, she was like Eric Webster. An agent in a classified division. But she had found out things. Things that needed to be left hidden. Her objectives had been to infiltrate and plant. The people she had killed never knew what hit them, and nobody was the wiser. Her ledger would never be clean of the blood she had taken. And that did not bother her in the slightest.

Terry had worked her way up through the same way she took down her enemies. By killing her superiors from the inside.

While she may never be an openly know leader – like the President – because in this country, who would vote a woman into power. If anybody dares to deny this, then you are an idiot and evidently don't pay attention to these things.

But her plans were being shifted. By the one being who she wished she had killed those two years ago. But then Yuri Arkhov had to somehow manage to get him out of the country. And her chance had been taken.

General Jover leaned back in her chair and contemplated over the existence of Prowl. He had been the Cybertronian who caused the most trouble on earth. Murmansk, New York nearly every place he went. If he had just waited in the Arctic Circle a bit longer, he never would have met Yuri, and circumstances would be so much different. His year of traveling around the earth would not have transpired, and he'd just be working in his office. She needed him out of the picture.

And she had just the solution for it.

Activating her comm. she spoke to her little sister /: Eliza this is Terry, report to my office. Now:/ She didn't wait for a reply, and hid the picture in one of the draws.

She hadn't always been this cruel and mysterious. The femme had always been there for her family. She loved and cared for her brothers. She occasionally fought with her sister, but they usually wound up coming to terms with what they had done. She loved her mother – even though it was her that bought those god awful wooden chairs – and followed in her father's footsteps. Her main goal in life though, had always and will always, to be known. She would be known in history as whatever she accomplished. As long as she knew she'd be remembered. It was a near primal urge to be it.

The door slid open to reveal Eliza. Terry gestured her to the seat and she sat down slowly, concern gracing her features. The older Jover waited a moment before going straight into things, 'Eliza. What can you tell me about Prowl?'

A raised eyebrow was her first response, as the Agent took that absurd question to mind. She replied after a short pause, 'He's the Autobot SIC.'

'I need more than that.' Her sibling snapped. The brunette hurried then to explain more.

'I work with him. He hardly ever recharges or refuels though, so sometimes he falls unconscious. It's happened several times. He is friends with Jazz, the Saboteur. He also has a slight problem in his processor… why am I telling you this?' She asked, but Terry had latched onto the processor thing.

A problem hey? She wondered how large of a problem. This played into her plans perfectly.

Cutting off her sister, she spoke, 'I suggest that for your own safety – and for his – that you refrain from anymore social interactions with him. Understood?'

'What? Agent Jover blinked in surprise at that, 'No! Why would I do that?'

'For his own protection. I can make sure he doesn't die…or…' She trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air. Eliza jerked back at that.

'What is wrong with you?' She demanded, 'You threaten to kill my friend, you work with viral warfare, you… what else have you done!'

'I have done many things in my life Eliza. I have political power in nearly every major country of the world. I plan the reasons we go to war. I have defied any and all expectations of me and have gone further than any other person in power.'

'… Why?' Agent Jover's features hardened as she glared at her sister. Terry smirked, leaning back in her chair.

'Why not? If it weren't for Yuri, Prowl would already be dead. You'd never have met him. In fact, you wouldn't even know about the Autobots. My plan is to get them off earth. And now that I think about it, their SIC has helped me dramatically in that effort. He's been a thorn in my side from day one. Now, thanks to him, they'll be off of this planet in no time.'

Eliza got up from the chair she was in, 'I can't believe you. You used to have morals. Now… you may as well be the enemy.'

'You have five days Lizzy.' She used the nickname that her father gave her sister. The door slammed behind the retreating figure, but the General knew she had heard.

Stage one: complete.

OYMYAKON MILITARY BASE

CHRISTMAS

16: 34 P.M

Prowl sat in his office. He had not seen Eliza all day. He understood that this was the day Christians had dubbed the birth of Christ, also know as Christmas. He knew that she would most likely be celebrating.

The Praxian didn't blame her for it. She had been working nonstop these past few days, and deserved a break. She was only human. While he was Cybertronian and could survive for a long time in these conditions without refueling.

Setting down the report he was currently going over, he reached into the desk draw and pulled out the human sized box he wished to give to Eliza for today – as was per the tradition.

Now if he simply knew where she was.

Placing the box down on his desk, he contemplated how low his life had gotten. Celebrating an organic holiday. Ugh.

He jerked upright when the door opened. Unfortunately it was not the human he was expecting. Actually, he had been expecting a visit like this, but he had been hoping for his work colleague, 'Hello Yuri.' He greeted the Russian, 'What can I do for you?'

'You can order all of zhese buffoons to take down zhe decorations vhich signify zhis terrible holiday!' And let the complaining begin.

'Yuri, I am not about to do that, as my decision will be overruled. While I agree with you, I do not have that much authority over the humans. You must simply-'

'Come on Prowl!' Agent Arkhov stopped him, 'Vhen you arrived on Earth I taught you about my religion not zheres! Can't you at least make zhem avare-'

'I have my own beliefs, please remember that. While I do not believe any of the tales that your religions have come up with, I still respect the ideals of others. You would do well to do the same.' He picked up another datapad and prepared himself for the evident rant that would come afterwards. Three, two, one.

And the human began shouting in Russian. Prowl was able to understand all of it, and most of it was not entirely pleasant. Placing down the report, he reached for the datapad he had properly hidden and had not updated in quite some time.

OBJECTIVES

#1: ATTEND ALL FUTURE MEETINGS WITH OPTIMUS PRIME.

#2: AVOID RATCHET BY ALL COSTS. - FAILED

#3: REFRAIN FROM ALLOWING BLIND SIGHTED ANGER TO CLOUD JUDGEMENT. CONSEQUENCES MAY BE DIRE. - FAILED

#4: BE AWAKE FOR MORNING REPORTS. NECESSITY – TOP.

#5: DO NOT LISTEN TO THE NEW RECRUIT (ELIZA JOVER) - FAILED

#6: AVOID TWINS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY UNLESS PUNISHING THEM.

#7: HAVE ELIZA RECORD ALL FUTURE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN HER AND OTHER AUTOBOTS.

#8: EDUCATE ELIZA IN CYBERTRONIAN HISTORY.

#9: KEEP CONTROL OVER EMOTIONS

#10: REMAIN FOCUSED ON DUTIES. SOCIAL INTERACTIONS LIMITED TO MEETINGS. - FAILED

#11: AS THE HUMANS SAY, DO NOT GET YOUR HOPES UP. DOING SO WILL JUST LEAD TO DISAPPOINTMENT AND IT IS ILLOGICAL TO BELIEVE THAT ANYTHING WILL CHANGE.

#12: WHEN IT COMES TO HUMANS, FEW HAVE THE CAPACITY TO REMAIN QUIET.

#13: NEVER LET HER GO.

#14: NEVER LEAVE WITHOUT THAT DATAPAD

#15: LEARN MORE ABOUT ELIZA JOVER.

#16: DO NOT LET ELIZA NEAR ANY GAMBLING LOCATIONS.

#17: PROTECT ELIZA TILL DEATH.

#18: THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE. NEVER STOP HOPING.

#19: ALWAYS KEEP NUMEROUS WEAPONS IN SUBSPACE.

#20: NEVER ALLOW ELIZA NEAR ALCOHOL.

#21: KEEP ANY AND ALL OTHER PAST EXPERIENCES QUIET.

#22: DO NOT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS UNTIL ALL FACTS HAVE BEEN DISPLAYED.

#23: WHEN SEEKING REVENGE, EMPLOY A MORE TACTICAL PLAN.

#24: ALWAYS SPECIFY YOUR INTENTIONS, ESPECIALLY TO THE HUMAN WHO SUPPLIED YOU WITH THREE THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS.

#25: DON'T LISTEN TO YURI AS THAT WILL LIKELY LAND YOU IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY TRACKING DOWN DANGEROUS PEOPLE ON THE WORD OF AN ESTRANGED WOMAN.

#26: EXPERIENCE.

#27: REMEMBER THAT HUMANS ARE NEVER GOOD IN SITUATIONS THAT PRESENT THEMSELVES WITH MORE POWER THAN THEIR OWN.

#28: REFRAIN FROM BRINGING ELIZA INTO MEETINGS.

#29: THE ACT OF DISCLOSURE IS NOT ONE THAT SHOULD BE REPEATED.

#30: PUNCHING A HOLE IN THE WALL IS NOT A GOOD WAY TO RELEASE ANGER. DO NOT ATTEMPT THAT IN THE FURTHER FUTURE.

#31: HUMANS HAVE VERY SHORT ATTENTION SPANS. DO NOT GET TOO IRRITATED WITH THEM, AS IT IS JUST THEIR NATURE.

#32: NO MATTER HOW MUCH SHE ANNOYS YOU, DO NOT POINT YOUR ACID PELLET RIFFLE AT NATALIA. DOING SO HELPS NOTHING, AND RESULTS IN PROCESSOR ACHES, AND THE INABILITY TO MOVE

#33: CHANGE OFFICE PASSWORD CONTINUOUSLY. USE PI.

#34: BLOCK OFF ANY OTHER ENTRANCES IN OFFICE.

#35: RE: OBJECTIVE TWENTY FIVE.

#36: THE HUMAN HOLIDAY IS BEST NOT SPENT AROUND YURI.

Setting it aside once again, he released a weary vent and decided that he might as well go look for Eliza. It was that or continue listening to Russian swear words.

Sub-spacing the box, he stood up and made his way to the door. Yuri knew that he was departing, and so decided to follow, still speaking in Russian. There was no way that Prowl was getting a break from the rant.

Deciding that his best chance would be in the rec room – AKA dreaded place of doom – he made in that direction, walking faster so that he would lose the human currently tailing him.

He passed several other organic personnel on his way to the social pit, all who sent curious glances to the raving Russian. No other humans could understand him and that was for the best.

Yuri had taken up running now to keep up with the Praxian. To say Prowl was annoyed would be an understatement. So he transformed and sped off, not caring about the earthlings that he nearly hit.

And so, Agent Arkhov was figuratively left in the dust.

The SIC did not let up his speed till he literally slammed inside the rec room, changing to his bipedal mode with the same momentum. Henceforth crashing into Jazz.

'Ah!' The saboteur cried out as both went sprawling across the floor, much to everyone's amusement, 'What in the pit was that Prowler?'

'My name is Prowl Jazz.' Ah, never letting up a moment to correct the master spy, 'And it was to get away from Yuri.'

'Why?' He sat up, and rubbed the back of his helm as the Tactician stood in one swift movement.

'He has different views on this holiday, and had gone on to using profound words to describe his dislike of it. This was the closest location in which to escape.' Everybody noticed the Praxian's change in demeanor. Prowl seemed almost… relaxed.

The thought was frightening.

'Uh… okay…' The saboteur was also slightly unnerved by the calmness radiating from his friend, 'Well… merry Christmas.'

'… Thank you… Jazz.' How were they all so adapted to this strange holiday? He began scanning the room for the organic he was looking for, and others went back to their celebrating. He spotted her in the far corner with that strange friend of hers and Blurr. Interesting combination.

Walking over, Eliza spotted him instantly. Well everybody had. The crashing spectacle was highly amusing. She stiffened as she remembered her sister's warning. While it was going to be hard, she knew that she had to distance herself. But it had to be today. The fifth day was upon her.

Melissa noticed the Autobot SIC coming over, Come Blurr. Let's leave Eliza to talk with him.

The intelligence officer didn't know why, but complied and stepped away. Agent Jover watched them leave. It would be easier.

Gathering herself, she placed a smile on her face and looked up at her colleague, 'Hey Prowl. Nice entrance.'

'Not intended, but unavoidable. Are you enjoying yourself?' He asked. The brunette nodded, but froze when he un-sub-spaced a box and held it out to her. It was very small in his servo, but she reached for it, 'So, getting in on the financial scheme I see.'

'Depends. This is something I forgot to repay quite a while ago. I have simply gotten around to it now.' This left much to the imagination.

Sending him a questioning glance, she removed the lid and stared at a much smaller case, usually used for storing glasses. Eliza smirked and opened it. Just like before, 'I actually forgot about these. Didn't think you would remember.' She lifted out the reading glasses, any grim thoughts dissipating. Remember the reading glasses?

'I have three processors Eliza. I do believe I can remember something like this relatively easily.'

The agent blinked, 'Was that a joke?' It was incredible enough as it was

'No, I was simply stating a fact.' He deadpanned. Placing the glasses back in their case, her smile widened.

'Thank you Prowl. I didn't really know what to get you, sorry.' And there was guilt.

'There is no need. I do not celebrate this holiday. It just seemed fitting to give those to you on this day.' He paused for a moment, hesitating, 'Might I speak with you somewhere else?'

Eliza's brow furrowed but she nodded and stepped onto his outstretched servo. They left the room, and he took her to an empty hangar, placing her on the railing so that they were face to faceplate.

'Uh… Prowl… what are we doing here?' She asked. He sighed, and went for it. Yes folks what all of you have been waiting patiently for, for the past few months is finally happening. Think of it as a three day late Christmas present.

'Eliza… over the past few months that I have known you, we have become close friends. And…' Why in Primus name was this so hard? He continued, 'I have gained deeper feelings for you.'

The femme reeled at that, 'What?' She knew exactly where he was going with this, but could not bring herself to stop him.

The SIC was bad in situations like this, so he opted for bluntness, 'I… care for you far more than I have any other being and… I love you.' Pause. This was very hard to write. I am not very good at doing these things, so just bare with me.

Wanting to get away now, Eliza was stopped from her escape by the Praxian. As he kissed her. Looking back on it now, this was very similar to when she was drunk and had kissed him. Except in reverse. And Prowl was not drunk.

But in that one moment, she just wanted to accept it. Wanted to give in and be with him. He was better than Jonathon ever was. She would have loved to say yes…

But her sister's threat hung in the air. Prowl was a crucially important part in the Cybertronian war, and he could not die now. And it would never work. It may be fine with Melissa and Blur, but… well it was Melissa. The blonde had no family left and nothing to lose. There were no complications for her. But there were for Eliza.

And so – with much difficulty – she pulled away. And left.

Prowl watched as the love of his life ran out of the room. He sighed in defeat. This was what happened when he opened up, and let others in. Disappointment. And now heartbreak.

'Well Prowl. Seems as though you've messed up big time.' The hated voice of Terry Jover pierced his thoughts. He had been so consumed that he had not noticed the General come in.

He turned to her, and saw the human openly smirking, 'And I suppose that you have won. Correct?' His expression and voice had gone back to emotionless. Over the last few months, he had let far too much show. Anger. Sadness. Love.

He was the Autobot SIC. He had the reputation of sparkless drone. He needed to live up to that.

'I have nearly won. All I need is for you to leave the earth.' She took a few steps forward, arms by her side.

'That will soon become a reality. I am not needed on this primitive planet. My purpose is on Cybertron, planning battles. Not handing out punishments to front liners and humans.'

'I'm glad you finally realise that. But I need all of you to leave.'

'Then that will be far more difficult. The others have made Earth their home – even if it is not Cybertron. They have made close friends here, and it is unlikely that they will choose to leave.'

'Well that's too bad. But one of these days, I will find a way to get them off. This is our planet. You do not deserve to be here.'

'I agree.'

'You- what?' That stopped her. She glared at him, almost in disbelief.

'We invaded your planet, and killed many of your species. You have all the right to want us to leave.'

Terry blinked, '… Uh…'

'Of course, there are others who have grown to accept our presence here. Even if we were to leave this primitive planet, the Decepticons will remain. Eventually, your race will be destroyed, and this planet will be for their taking.'

They both stared at each other, before she crossed her arms over her chest, 'You have always been just out of my grasp Prowl. And yet somehow you fell for my sister. Tell me, why is that?'

He regarded her silently for a moment, 'There is a being for every Cybertronian. Primus picks out our ideal mates, and it is a great honor if you find them. Such as Blurr and Melissa's situation.' He always knew, he was a tactician, 'But I have learnt that any attempt is simply batted away. Emotions are distracting and have proven more destructive than you.'

Terry smirked, 'Well, as a last attempt to irk you, you shall be crushed to know that I was the one who made sure that she would leave. A threat is always the best way to control.'

'Indeed. Unfortunately, that attempt has failed. And, I now thank you.' His door wings twitched in anticipation. General Jover stared at him in surprise.

'You are thanking me?'

He nodded, 'Yes. You have freed me from any liabilities that would be holding me back from returning to my home. Congratulations Miss Jover. You have succeeded. And to think, it was all those years ago when you were trying to kill me. And here we are.' His words had turned dark. She frowned.

'So we are. Except, all of those years ago, I was not in power.' She wished to shift this conversation to another topic. The human did not wish to go into this.

His optics sharpened, 'Oh yes you were. I must say, you would have made an excellent ruler. The citizens would have been kept in line; any political rivalry would be destroyed. All in all, I applaud you for your method of reaching the power you hold today. Tell me, does anyone else know of this?'

She took a step back, beginning to grow intimidated, 'I have no idea what you are talking about.'

'I believe you do. Agent Arkhov and I looked into it. The string of deaths of any unintended opposition was to… similar… to be overlooked.' He took a step toward her. She stood her ground.

'You are not sane Prowl.' There was a hint of fear in her voice, but she tried hard to stamp it down.

'No second in command is. But we are always the ones who control the more powerful. We have influence. That is all there is to it.' He smirked. And that was the last thing Terry saw, before a blunt object bashed against her head. Not enough to kill her, but enough to knock her out. And include substantial brain damage. Natalie stood behind the sprawled out General, her expression neutral.

Prowl lost the smirk, 'Thank you Natalia. You have covered the video feed?'

'Yes. Nobody knows about this except me and Yuri. And you. He's got the car around back.' She paused, eyes downcast, 'I guess this is goodbye.'

'I suppose it is. Send Yuri my regards.' He hesitated, 'I am sorry that I have made you do this.'

She smiled slightly, 'Prowl we agreed to do it. Sure, we'll be fugitives for the rest of our lives, but they can't know you were in on this. Or that you planned it.'

'I'm sorry that it came to this. But she could not be allowed to continue here. Where will you dispose of her?' His door wings twitched minutely.

Agent Silverman shrugged, 'Probably in Prague. We'll be able to use the viral warfare laboratory as a cover up. We placed the notes and information. It'll be assumed she was killed by the people running the operation. But it'll eventually be found out that it wasn't them.'

He released a weary vent, 'Thank you Natalie. I am in both of your debt.'

She grinned, 'Don't worry about it. Hell, we'll probably be dead before we can ever call on you. Just get back to Cybertron and end the war.' Placing a plastic bag over the Generals head, she dragged her away, waving a last goodbye to the Praxian. He nodded.

Once the red head was gone, he felt a sharp tearing pain in his processor. Not the usual sensation for a crash.

Barely a moment later, had he fallen to the ground in a heap, his processors sparking. The emotional overload had been too much. But before he was sucked into the black oblivion, he blocked the memories of Terry Jover. Nobody could find out.

Nobody.

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Well, I don't think this chapter was all it could have been. It was better at the end, but it think the start and the rest of it could have been far better. But it is the longest.

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