Author's Note: Here's the epilogue (One day I swear I will be able to spell that correctly the first time around DX) I promised Ya'll, and many of you still begged for. Enjoy.
Warning: Bits of drinking Cold an' Angry fun, and an ending you will never forget ^^
Disclaimer: In a last desperate attempt to own TFA, I wished upon a star…turns out it does make a difference who you are…Those damn Disney theme songs will be the death of me yet.

Down by the Bay

Never End!

Since Sari was not old enough to enjoy the party legally, nor would she have even drank the oil and high-grade, she was sent home. The plan was a few drinks to celebrate the return of the norm, and then send the Autobots packing. Things didn't quite go as planned as somebody started socializing, and soon everyone was talking to an Autobot, and finding themselves sort of fond of them. Megatron liked the Prime specifically; the bot reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger, up to and including the low alcohol tolerance.

"Prime if you have another one of those you'll drop like a sack of potatoes." He teased taking a cube of high-grade away from the young Autobot leader.

"Fine. I'll just have yours." Optimus replied stealing Megatron's and managing to take one sip before Megatron took it back.

Mixmaster and Scrapper came over with Bulk-Head and Lugnut. "Hey Megatron?" One of the Constructicons asked, "Bulkie here wants us to pose for him in his next painting. Can we?"

Megatron was about to approve when Optimus jumped up, as if he were sober screaming "No! No more posing! We don't want another one of...of…of those." He cried in horror, and then seemed to be trying to scratch his optics out.

Bulk-Head seemed embarrassed and disappointed, but he took another sip of the oil that Mixmaster had given him. "Hey this stuff is good." He muttered taking another sip.

"It's Meg's Private blend." Scrapper announced.

"Don't call me that." Megatron protested to the nickname.

"What's in it?" The big green bot asked, looking at the Constructicons.

They looked at each other with blank faces "Dunno." They answered after a while and turned to Megatron. "Hey Boss! What's in this stuff?"

The Decepticon leader had turned back to Optimus trying to coax him out of his horror, but when asked the question he looked up and shook his head with an uneasy smile, "Oh, its tastier if you don't know what I put in it."

Bulk-Head stared at him in confusion as he started to laugh; it was Lugnut who finally offered at least a vague explanation. "Don't bother asking Megatron about his mixed drinks, he always changes the story, I think the only one's who will ever get the truth are the bot's that will come about when our mighty leader decides to settle down and start a family."

"You'd be right." Megatron answered tossing up his high-grade and taking a swig.

Optimus had taken back the cube confiscated from him earlier and had been staring at its empty bottom, but then he looked up at Megatron with drunken curiosity. "You want youngling? I want younglings." The Prime slurred out, "In fact, rather than being a Magnus I've always wanted to know what it would be like to be a mother."

Megatron promptly choked on his drink as he bust into laughter, so did the other Decepticons within audio reach. Bulk-Head's jaw dropped slightly at the randomness of the confession. Bumblebee, Wasp and Blackarachnia turned towards them with their optic ridges raised, while Swindle and Prowl appeared to have made a light conversation, or at least Swindle was trying to convince Prowl to buy something from him, Soundwave and his instruments sat back watching. The deal, if it had made it anyway, would have been put on hold as the two of them stared at the laughing Decepticons.

"Hey…" Megatron looked around suddenly still chuckling. "Where'd Blitzwing run off to?"

Blackarachnia rolled her eyes, "He said he didn't feel too good and left to go somewhere quite."

"Lightweight." Mixmaster sighed.

"He drank the high-grade and the oil at the same time, didn't he?" Starscream mused aloud, from where he was joining Lockdown and Ratchet in a subtle argument, for once taking the Autobot's side. "Didn't we tell him not too?"

"Definitely a lightweight." Scrapper reiterated his buddy's earlier accusation.

But as soon as he said it the door opened and Blitzwing entered, Cold's face was on the floor almost as if embarrassed about something as he approached Megatron. "Ve 'ave a problem." he said looking slowing into his leader's optics.

Megatron chuckled, "What?" Megatron asked with a teasing smile, "Are you stuck on Cold now?"

Blitzwing shook his head, "Vorse I'm afraid." Turning towards the down and giving a clap like he was summoning someone to join them.

"Worse?" Starscream repeated, "How could anything possibly be wor…se…" Starscream trailed off as two figures walked in from the hall.

"I Still dun see vhy, jou got to break ze news to zem!" Angry shouted at Cold as he stomped over.

"Hahha ha ha! Maybe becauz he knew jou vouldn't break it to zem easy!" Random cackled taking three skips to keep up with one of Angry's strides.

Autobots and Decepticons alike stared in complete shock at the sight of three Blitzwings. All in separate bodies, bickering like siblings. Silence waged between them and Lockdown was the first to throw up his arms as if in surrender "That's it," he announced as he headed towards the door. "I'm outta here!" He had trouble keeping up with one Blitzwing, to the pit if he was going to try and handle all three.

Swindle dropped what he was doing and sprinted after him, "Wait for me!" he cried.

Ratchet made his way over to the still drunk Optimus and casually touched the Prime's arm, "I think…uh, its time for us, to, well, return to the base." He said, also trying to get all the Autobots out so they did not have to deal with the Blitzwings.

Optimus was staring at his empty cube again, and slowly raised his gaze to the old medic's optics. "Shaddup." He muttered with a slur, and passed out on to the floor.

"Oooh!" Random cried happily, "I zink zi calls for a zong!"

"No!" The still present and conscious Cybertronians shouted together, including Cold and Angry.

"Down by ze baaay! Vere ze vatermelon grooow! Back to my hooome! I dare not gooo! Fooor it I dooo! My leader's goona saaay:"

"Does it never end?" the Decepticon lord sighed burying his face in his palms again, seemed he was doing that a lot lately.

"Dooown byyy ze baaay, down by ze baaay!"

Never End!

Author's End Note: Finished just in time for summer break, hope ya'll have fun and wish the same for me, remember to go see Revenge of the Fallen, and waste your money on Transformers junk. See you in September with the planned sequel fic "Three Times a Charm"!

Editor's note: -Is currently off sulking because of her injured arm- Have a great summer Ya'll, glad you enjoyed the fic, please review, no flames, blah blah blah, PUDDING!