I keep forgetting to mention milestones we've reached, such as; over 60k words, 40k views, 170 favs/follows almost 350 reviews and WE'RE ON CHAPTER 50! And just a few more weeks will be our one year celebration eeeeee! :D

Sorry if it seems like the DOTM arc might be going a bit slow, I don't want to brush past it, and I definitely don't want to take it too slow.

Next chapter is a POV change!


Chapter 50

I leaned on the railing, my elbows set on the metal as I watched Optimus introduce various different humans and Autobots to Sentinel Prime.

The way the red Prime looked around told me he was wary, and most likely, feeling unwelcome. He didn't belong here. He was a war commander from Cybertron, I assume, not a part of the team here on Earth.

Once they were finished, he looked around again, optics scanning over each Autobot and human present. Until they landed on me.

"What about her?" his gaze remained on me, intent on finding out my identity.

Optimus stepped forward with stiffness, I knew the 'Bots weren't entirely fond and comfortable with me, "That is Charlese..." he trailed off, not certain of how or if he should explain my past.

Sentinel noticed his pause, "And...?"

"...She has worked with us before," he fought to find those words, optics never leaving me. He was lying about the first part, but not this one, "The Decepticons are after her."

Probably wasn't such a good idea to tell him all this incase he isn't with us. But no one would believe me if I said something and I'd just have to see how this plays out. Sentinel did just spend years, decades, possibly even centuries in deep stasis.

"Interesting," he examined me further, looking me up and down which immediately made me uncomfortable, "Quite a young one to be caught up in this mess."

Optimus stated it was my own choice. Sentinel eyed me while his successor kept speaking. I think he calls bullshit on me as well.

We're definitely going to butt heads in the future.

I made my way over to Sides and Sunny, the silver twin transforming to see me on the catwalk, "You guys ever meet this dude?"

"You should respect him," Sides softly said, head turned to see the red Prime, "He's the Great Sentinel Prime. Goes by the book."

"Yeah, but," I held out a hand to gesture, "Have you ever met him personally?"

He smiled, "This is the first time I've seen him besides the time I saw him boarding the Ark," the Autobot looked at him again, "It's a great honor to be in his presence."

I huffed, seems like everyone supports Sentinel, "You ever have your suspicions on him?"

"Of what?" He gaped at me, surprised I would even think about it.

Shrugging, I looked to the red Prime, who had just averted his gaze from my direction, "It just doesn't feel right when he's around. And the way he looks at us..."

"He spent vorns in stasis, Charlese," he began, "He's just shaken up."

This was getting no where. They trust Sentinel because he's a Prime. Why would he ever do something to harm their cause?

To help it, of course. By hurting it.

"It's a shame Cybertron has perished," Sentinel muttered, but was the loudest voice in the hangar, seeing that everyone quieted every time he spoke, "I wish it hadn't come to this."

A look flashed across his optics, it was too quick for me to catch, but I noticed it. It immediately changed back into his grief-ridden visage.

Something was definitely wrong.

But what?

I continued to watch him. His every move, expression. I listened to each word he said.

At the end of the day, I sat in a chair and ran a hand over my forehead. You're just being paranoid, Charlese I looked out the hangar door, where the two Primes drove out of. Optimus was going to show Sentinel the beauty of this planet, and why they are protecting it, it'll be fine. Just leave it.

I heard a transformation sequence, two sequences. Then the closing of car doors. It was no doubt Sides and Sunny. A hand firmly landed on my shoulder, I looked to see the silver twin's serious face, "Word has it that the Decepticons collected the Pillars and left Sentinel on purpose for us to find and revive him. We're relocating him to here, you're coming," He hauled me up and led me over to... Sunny? I questionably turned to him, "I need to help escort. Stay with Sunstreaker."

Oh, he's serious. I silently nodded, obediently climbing into the Lamborghini, that had previously opened the door for me.

Sunny and I mainly stayed around NEST, waiting for the Autobots' return.

I caught sight of a black pick-up truck driving in, followed by a fire truck and a Camaro. They were back.

"Ironhide," Lennox walked up to the transforming Autobot, "Help protect Sentinel, get him inside."

The black mech huffed, "Consider it done!"

"You gotta guard him," a boy reasoned, "He's the key to the whole thing."

"Indeed I am," he bellowed, standing after his transformation completed, "But what you must realize, my Autobot brothers, is that we were never going to win the war," Sentinel paused, "For the sake of our planet's survival... a deal had to be made. With Megatron."

My blood instantly ran cold as he turned and shot Ironhide in the back, the mech stumbled forward in pain. He lied on his back ad looked at his... rusting and disintegrating hand... "What have you done?"

I gaped at Sentinel as he shot multiple things at a time, also aiming at Bumblebee.

A golden servo grabbed me and moved me out of range.

I was expecting the unexpected, but was unexpecting the expected... if that made any sense.

Basically, I was thrown off guard that my theory was correct.

My eyes met Sunny's, he looked troubled and grief was written all over.

Ironhide was offline.

January 8, 2017, 2:04 pm