Epilogue (Part 1)

"I did not approve of this, youngling. In fact, I very much do not approve. They went behind my back, and they will pay for it. This I swear to you."


Three Years Later…

"…and Rafe is fifteen now, he just got his driver's permit yesterday! Miko says he should be saving up for a car to drive when he's sixteen, but he says that would feel too much like he was replacing me, so- oh, sorry Fixit, I have to go. I have a shift. See you later," Bumblebee said sadly, squeezing her servo one last time before getting up.

He turned and walked out of the room, the door closing on the Eradicon's stasis-locked frame.


Fixit clawed her way groggily towards consciousness, blearily onlining her optics to a dark room.

Oh, ooooooowwwwwwwwwwww. Fraggin' Sentinel and his fraggin' rust…wait. This doesn't look like…

She sat up slowly, grunting as her parts screeched and scraped against each other. That…sounded like parts that hadn't been used in a while, and…where the frag were all her modifications!? This looked like her…old…body…

The Eradicon shot up, disconnecting the monitoring systems attached to her as she practically flew over to the small console in the corner. She hacked it rapidly, pulling up information…

…I'm home, she thought in awe. I'm…I'm back in my world, I'm home! I'm back with Ryan and KO and Bee and Jazz and Steve and Prowl and- wait, did Jazz keep his…?

She slumped to the ground, shaking in relief. Jazz had kept his promise- he had found Soundwave, Lazerbeak and Ravage. He had saved them.


Fixit skulked out of the building, still reeling from all the information.

It's been nineteen years for me, but only three for them…oi vey.

They're still in the process of fixing Cybertron, of making it livable again. Ryan, Magnus, Soundwave and Predaking are in charge of building the new government- though I'm not quite sure how his Majesty's supposed to help with that...

Prowl's Chief of the New Enforcers, with Bumblebee and Dreadwing as two of his lieutenants. Although I'm sure Jazz is helping out behind the scenes, given that he and Prowl are apparently bonded now. Whoo, go Jazz!

Ironhide is still guarding Ryan, along with his bondmate Chromia. Ryan was reunited with his femme as well, Elita-One, which is just awesome! More blackmail material, here I come! Oh, and I still have to make him suffer for dying again, don't I…

Not really too sure what the Twins are doing, or Bluestreak, Steve, or Knock Out…eh, I'll ask Jazz when I see'm again. I'm sure he knows.

She resisted the urge to start singing and dancing down the street. There were a fair amount of modified Vehicon and Eradicon frames around, so she didn't get too many weird looks…yet.

Eh, maybe after she had reunited with her creeper…ooo, yes, that was perfect! Oh, so many possibilities!

Watch out Cybertron, 'cause Fixit was back!


"L-look, I'm very sorry, but I'm not interested!"

Fixit paused in mid-stride, moving to peek into the alley she had been about to pass without a second thought. It had been five joors since she had headed out to find her creeper, and she was getting pretty tired.

"Trust me, sweetspark, you'll be interested pretty soon," an obviously drunk voice purred. The Eradicon lifted a brow at the sight of a big hulking mech built for construction looming over a tiny femme. The mech reached out to grab him-

"You must've had a lot to drink there, big boy," Fixit drawled, deflecting the servo and pulling the femme out from against the wall to shove him behind her frame. "So let me put it in clearer terms- the optic goodie said no."

She was insistently shoving the femme away, but he didn't seem to be getting the message, instead choosing to cling to her tightly.

"And you must've not had enough," the mech snarled, getting in her face. "That's mine-"

Fixit stepped back as the mech fell flat on his face, letting go of the wire in his neck as she did so. "Idiot…and frag, that feels so good to be on the other end of that trick for once!"

"T-thank you," the femme said, relaxing enough for Fixit to turn around. He had pretty delicate features, with adorable light blue optics and an aqua and white paintjob. "I got lost, and he just started hitting on me suddenly, and-"

She chuckled, patting the other femme on the helm. "Don't worry about it, kid. Where were you going?"

"Oh! I was going to visit Bluestreak so we could go shooting together at the range, but then I got distracted, and I think I missed the turn, and-"

"Yeah, you know Blue alright," the Eradicon said wryly, rubbing her helm. "Where's this range located?"

"Near the center of Iacon. Would you be willing to…?" he asked shyly, scuffing her pedes against the ground.

"Yeah kid, I'll walk you. We can be lost together!" Fixit proclaimed cheerfully, ushering the femme out of the alley ahead of her.

"You're lost too?"

"I've never been here before. It's an adventure! We'll go exploring, discover new worlds, new levels of Cybertron, and eventually go everywhere except where we need to go!"

The femme giggled, bouncing alongside her. "And we'll do it together!"

"Yeah!" she cheered, punching her fist in the air. After a nano-klick, the femme copied her.

"Yeah!"

"So what's your designation, fellow explorer?"

"Oh, right! I'm Moonracer," the femme flushed in embarrassment.

"Nice to meet you, Moonracer! I'm Fixit. Now, onwards! It's time to get hopelessly lost together!"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

Bots were giving them weird looks as they cheered themselves down the street, but neither femme cared.


"Fraggin' spawn of a toy airplane and a Xbox controller…" Fixit breathed in awe as she and Moonracer stared in disbelief. "We actually found the fraggin' range! Yes! Take that, horrible sense of direction! We won!"

"We won!" Moonracer squealed in joy, joining the Eradicon in dancing around in little circles together.

"We won!"

"We won!"

"We won!"

"We won!"

"We won!"

"We won!"

Fixit picked the other femme up, twirling her around before dropping her back on her pedes. "Victory is ours!"

"Yeah! Whoo!" Racer cheered, having been granted an official nickname by Fixit several breems ago. "And we made it on time for me to meet Blue!"

"Awesome!" she fist-pumped in triumph, the high finally beginning to wear off. "…yeah. So, this is where I leave you, I guess."

"Wait, what? But…but you haven't met any of my friends yet!" Racer cried in dismay, latching onto the Eradicon's arm.

She vented heavily, patting the femme on the helm. "Yeah, well…I have to go meet someone too. Only I have to find him, first, which is going to take forever…yeah. Don't worry, I'll find you again later," she added at Moonracer's stricken look. "But…I really, really need to find him first. I-I miss him too much to stay away from him much longer."

Racer looked at her curiously at her soft, wistful, needy tone. "…you love him."

Fixit choked, flushing furiously. "Um, that's not- I don't- I mean…yes. I do," she admitted meekly, ducking her helm.

"…okay, I guess you can go. But you have to promise to come back!" the young femme said sternly, propping her servos on her hips.

"As his Worshipfulness commands," the Eradicon swept into an elaborate bow, causing Racer to flush. And then Fixit swept him into a tight, reassuring hug. "I'll see you later, Racer. Till next time."

Racer kept waving as his new friend was swallowed up by the crowd. He hoped the other femme found his love…


Fixit stared up at the building Moonracer had said Soundwave lived in. Most bots didn't know where he lived, but since the femme was so close to Elita-1, she had more access to sensitive information than most. Even if most of it came through eavesdropping or his friends forgetting he was there.

Now, how to break in…


I still got it, she thought triumphantly as she crawled through the ducts, deactivating and reactivating alarms as she went. Take that, security mechs! Your worst nightmare is back!

Fixit opened a hatch, dropping down into Soundwave's currently vacant apartment. She whistled mentally as she realized just how elaborate his security was. Looks like she wasn't moving till he came home, then…


Lazerbeak and Ravage paused outside their host's door. What…no. It couldn't be.

They burst in…to stare at the Eradicon dancing in place on top of the table, getting down to Bon Jovi's "Living On A Prayer," skillfully avoiding setting off any alarms as she did so.

…yeah, only the real Fixit would- or could- do that.

:FIXIT!: Lazerbeak shrieked, throwing himself across the room to attach himself to the startled Eradicon's face. Ravage barely deactivated the defenses in time.

"LAZE!" she cried happily, immediately plopping down to smother the little femme.

Ravage leapt up onto her lap, shoving his way into the cuddle pile and purring ecstatically as he commed Soundwave frantically. It was about time their Eradicon woke up!


Soundwave tore into his apartment building. He had been in the middle of a meeting, and hadn't gotten Ravage's message till almost a joor after it had been sent. As soon as he had read it, he had rushed back as fast as he was able.

The host mecha skidded to a halt outside his door, practically forcing it open in his haste. He ran in, the door shutting behind him…and froze at the sight of his bleary Eradicon cuddled with his symbionts on his couch.

"Nggn…too loud," she moaned, reaching up to rub at her optics- a gesture left over from her previous life that only she had.

"F-Fixit," he breathed shakily, taking a small step forwards. Then his Eradicon looked up, her dark crimson optics lighting up in recognition and…joy.

Soundwave yanked her into his arms, not sure about how he had crossed the distance between them, and not really caring. His symbionts had moved so as not to get crushed as their host clung to Fixit, wrapping himself around her as he sunk onto the couch in relief, vents hitching erratically as he struggled not to sob.

She clung to him just as tightly, but had no reservations about sobbing herself. "I m-missed-d y-ou s-so f-fra-ggin' m-much," she whimpered, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. "S-so…m-much."

He yanked his helm out of her shoulder and crushed his lips to hers, his visor already having been discarded at some point. "Fixit," he breathed, diving in again and again to kiss her until she could barely think. "Fixit."


A/N: Next chapter is the lemon, which I will post along with the epilogue part 2 after it.

(The epilogue was getting really long, so I just cut it in two to post quickly.)

Ha, I scared you guys, didn't I?