In which Alison leave school early, does some healing, and hears a needed lesson.


Another quiet two weeks passed us by. It was a good thing, but for some reason I started getting a bit antsy. There had been no other signs of the 'Cons following the attack in Arizona, but I knew they were only laying low, not gone. Whether Starscream had gone rogue or not, it was only a matter of time before they would appear again.

Those thoughts stayed in the back of my mind, but I was usually able to ignore them. A good thing, cause school was piling on work before spring break, I guess as a primer for college or something. On the Tuesday before break, Mikaela and I worked together on a report for English class, investigating themes we found in Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, when Mrs. Werbrich called on us.

"The two of you have an early dismissal. Save your work and turn your laptops into the cart. I still expect your reports to be finished and turned in by Friday."

I furrowed my brow and glanced at Mikaela, but she looked just as confused as I was. Once we packed our bags, we left the classroom, heading to the attendance office.

"You have any idea what this is?" Mikaela asked.

"Not a clue. I hope it's not an attack, but I can't think of another reason for both of us to leave."

Mikaela glanced ahead at the glass windows of the office as we approached, and her eyes narrowed. "Wait, what is Aunt Starry doing here?" She sped up and entered just ahead of me. Not only was Starry there, talking to the secretary, but also my mom, standing next to them.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I asked. She didn't respond beyond blinking, and I started to get worried. "Mom? Is everything okay?

Starry finished speaking to the secretary and turned to face us. She and Mom both blinked, then Mom gave me a half hug, saying, "I'll explain in the car. Go sign out, we gotta get going."

That… was really off. Mom not taking the chance to over explain a situation? And Starry was really stiff, and her face was blank, like she wasn't thinking of anything in particular. I glanced at Mikaela, and she had a similar look of caution in her eyes. I zipped open my purse and kept my hand close to it, just in case I needed to pull out Ironhide's grenade.

Mikaela and I signed out and we walked out of the school, but instead of Mom's car or Starry's van, Bumblebee was at the curb, Miles in the front seat, a look of extreme worry on his face. "Come on, we have to get going!" he called.

"What's going on?" Mikaela asked. "Why'd Aunt Starry and- ah!" She and I jumped as Starry disappeared, and my mom changed into Bumblebee's holo.

"Whoa. How'd you do that?"

"Proxy holos," Bee explained, opening his doors to let us in. "Let us be two places at once, kinda. Not important now. It's Barricade."

"What about him?" Mikaela asked, sliding into the front seat after I climbed into the back. We couldn't even buckle up before Bee sped away.

"He sent me this text like, twenty minutes ago," Miles said, holding his phone out to us.

The message read [ Miles, is Cade. Get Alson. Bring Autbots. Medal attenon need. ] followed by what looked like a string of coordinates, followed by [ Hury. ]

Immediately my stomach and my jaw dropped. "Oh god. Starscream got him."

"We have to go to him now," Miles said.

"Have you called the 'Bots?" Mikaela asked.

"Yeah. Ratchet's already headed there with Prowl and Optimus," Bee said. "But they're over two hours away still."

::They didn't want us heading out, but Bee argued that Cade might need your healing,:: Arcee said. ::They want us to wait for them in a town not far from the coordinates.::

I could see the sense in it, but something didn't feel right. "Why is the message broken up like that? And why didn't he just call us?"

Miles shrugged. "He sent this from an unknown number, so I'm guessing he swiped someone's phone."

"But why?" I was getting more worried as I tried to think of possibilities. "Comms could be traced, which might be why he didn't call. Arcee, are there injuries that could cause a holo to flicker in and out?"

::The only two possibilities I can think of are his helm being damaged, which could account for not using comms, or-:: She cut herself off.

"Or what!?" Miles asked, his voice breaking with the force of the question.

::Or he's edging towards stasis lock.::

Stasis lock. The coma that came before death for cybertronians. And Barricade was almost to that point.

"We don't have time to waste waiting for the 'Bots," I said. "Barricade's life is in our hands, we're heading straight there."

"We gotta grab my tools," Mikaela said, and Bee made the turn to head to the Banes' house.

"How far are these coordinates?" I asked.

"About a hundred miles northwest," Bee said. "If we hurry, we'll reach him in just over an hour."

"AllSpark, can you sense him?" Miles asked, surprising me a bit. It was the first time since they were introduced that he spoke directly to Her. Usually, any queries were passed through me. "Can you tell if he's alright?"

The AllSpark stepped forth. "~I'm sorry, Miles, but he is still shielding himself. I cannot sense him when he does so.~"

"But- your connection-"

"~Is weak at best with any of my grown hatchlings, and Barricade was a sparkling. Should my children wish to hide from my sight, I cannot prevent it.~" She reached our arm out and rested it on Miles's. "~I promise, I will not let him leave you, Miles.~"

I was a little puzzled by Her choice of words, but was distracted when She grabbed my lunch bag and set it on my lap. "~Alison needs to eat, for depending on Barricade's injuries she will expend a lot of energy healing him. Make sure she does.~" She then retreated, and I opened my bag, grateful at least we hadn't had lunch yet.

Arcee met us at Mikaela's house, and once she had grabbed her tool bag and hopped on her, we took off for the coordinates. With Bee and Arcee's diplomatic plates, as well as Bee sending calls into the various highway patrol barracks, we were able to speed through without fear of being pulled over or chased. Aside from that and my chowing my way through both mine and Mikaela's lunches, the ride was silent. Miles was as tense as a wire, his fingers drumming on Bee's steering wheel and his eyes darting back and forth as the only release of his nervous energy.

We pulled off the interstate at a small stopover town and headed into the countryside to the east, driving until we came to a dirt track leading into a small wooded area behind a farm. It had been an hour and ten minutes since we left school.

::We're almost there,:: Arcee said.

"I don't sense any 'Cons around," Bee said. "But not Barricade either."

Miles's fingers finally stopped drumming and his gaze fixed ahead of him. I reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We will fix him, Miles. Barricade will be okay."

"I- I just…" he trailed off, unable to say anything. This was a side of Miles I hadn't seen before, but it looked like one I would have if Mikaela or Bee was hurt like this.

"We. Will. Fix. Him. With me, Arcee, Mikaela and Ratchet on the case, he'll be back up and running and snarking at us in no time."

::Primus below!:: Arcee's exclamation, accompanied by the sudden flare of her EM field, cut off anymore comforts and I turned my attention from Miles to the femme and Mikaela, who had brought a hand up to her mouth in shock. Bee stepped on the gas, just skidding to a halt next to Arcee at a break in the brush. I felt what I had eaten roil in my stomach as Bee gave a distressed whirr.

The break in the brush had not been natural, the foliage there having been torn away and was currently laying scattered across a clearing that it had previously been hidden from view. The clearing itself was violently torn up, deep gashes in the ground. Barricade was half propped against a splintered tree, the top half sheared off from the force of whatever blow sent him into it. His right arm hung at his side, twisted at an unnatural angle so his open servo faced the sky. The other was pressed against a spot on his chest with energon seeping around it, killing the grass and earth around him as it dripped to the ground. All across his chassis were bullet holes and deep gouges in sets of three or four, like claw marks - no, talon marks. His helm had another set of similar gouges on the left side, and one of his optics on that side was pushed out slightly while the other three were cracked. All were dim.

"BARRICADE!" Miles sprang from the Bee, me right behind him, and raced to the 'Con.

His optics flickered once, twice, before brightening and he tilted his helm slightly. "To- Took you long enough," he said, his vocalizer straining. "Th- Thought you didn't get…." He trailed off, his optics going dark and his helm dropping forward again.

Arcee transformed almost instantly, barely giving Mikaela time to get her toolbag off, before rushing to his side. She plugged a datacable into a medical port on his arm and swore violently at the readout. "He's in stasis lock!"

I leapt into action almost before I knew it, finding hand and foot holds on Cade's chassis to haul myself up to his chest. One of my hands landed in a trail of energon, but I bit back my cry, just letting myself take in the energy from it before moving on. Bee pulled the servo away from the hole, and recoiled from the damage. I peered inside, and saw the internals were practically coated in energon, many lines, wires and struts sliced through by whatever had made the wound. The only saving grace was that it has missed his spark chamber by bare inches. Had that been sliced into, he would have died long before we got there. He still would if nothing was done.

I was vaguely aware of Arcee calling someone on her comm, and of Bee's servos at my back, but my focus turned inward as I drew on the AllSpark's energy, like I had when I fixed Skid's leg. Unlike then, I muttered a short prayer. "Primus and AllSpark give me the strength." I plunged my hands right into the mess of cables and energon, and the AllSpark rushed me with power, pulsing it into Barricade's body. I could feel his spark reacting, speeding up to match the AllSpark.

Unlike when the AllSpark healed Coppertone, the damage inside had been aggravated by the energon sitting around it, and Cade's self repair systems had already started trying to fix the damage. I had to absorb or wipe away energon from my work area, then burn away the work of the nanobots to correct it. The energon lines were my first target. Find the two parts of the line, absorb the energon, burn the bad repairs, make new correct ones. Find, absorb, burn, correct. Find, absorb, burn, correct. Once the lines were done, I moved on to the wires, delicate work most comparable to human nerves. Find, absorb, burn, correct.

I had just finished the wires and was moving onto the actual struts inside when Bumblebee pulled me away from the wound. I struggled in his grip, reaching out Barricade. What was Bee doing? Didn't he realize Barricade was dying? I had to keep working, had to save him. For Miles, for himself, for me, for-

"Alison, calm down!" Will said, snapping me from my hyperfocus as Bee set me on the ground in front of him.

"Will?" I asked. "When did you…?" I looked around and saw not only was Will here, but Optimus, Prowl, a COTA squad making a perimeter, and Ratchet and some medical-mechanics descending on Barricade like a swarm of bees. Arcee moved from welding a spot on Barricade's left side up to one on his chest, making room for them. I could see Mikaela working on a similar spot on his right side.

"We just got here," Will said, and I turned back to him. "You've been healing for an hour and a half now, you need a rest."

"No, I can't, not until he's-" I started to turn, but Will placed gloved hands on my shoulders.

"Barricade's stable. Whatever you and the AllSpark have been doing worked. Ratchet's brought tools and parts, he and the others won't be using just energy and nanobots. Let him take it from here."

I wanted to protest more, but as I did, I became aware of how exhausted I actually felt. I probably would have dropped to my knees if Will hadn't been holding me up. And looking at my hands and arms, they were red and raw from the energon exposure. I was a little surprised they weren't burned like after the battle.

Will led me to the entrance of the clearing, where two trailers plus the COTA jeeps were parked. The smaller one had medical supplies in it, the other was empty, but Miles was sitting on the tailgate, wrapped in a blanket with a soldier handing him a protein bar and gatorade bottle.

"You are to sit here, rest, and eat," Will said, lifting me up next to Miles. He placed another blanket around my shoulders, then took a bar from the soldier and held it out to me. "Do not move from that spot, alright."

I had to smile a bit as I took it, then the following gatorade. "Okay, but only because I'm too tired right now to pull rank on you."

"And as your second in command, it's my job to make sure you don't kill yourself being a hero." He shook his head and patted my hand. "Give us a chance at it once in a while, it's good for morale." He then walked back into the clearing.

I opened my bar and took a bite. Not my favorite flavor, but the moment it touched my lips I realized how hungry I was and scarfed it down, then chugged about half my bottle of gatorade. I glanced at Miles and found he had set his protein bar and gatorade aside, just staring out at the medics and Barricade. His face was frozen with worry, and his hands were gripping the blanket tight.

"Hey," I said, bumping his shoulder with my own, and he half jumped. "If you're not gonna eat that protein bar, give it to me. I'm starving."

"What? Oh, yeah." He handed me the bar and sighed deeply. "Is- is he...?"

"He's stable," I told him. "I was able to reseal all of the main lines in his chassis, and Arcee, Ratchet, Mikaela and the others can take care of the rest." I took his hand and squeezed it. "He'll be alright."

That seemed to be the final straw for Miles break down and he started crying, big ugly sobs that wracked his whole body. After shifting my blanket so the energon on my clothes wouldn't burn him, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close, letting him cry into my shoulder. In between his sobs, I could make out him repeating. "I- I can't- I can't lose him. He- he can't die. I- I-"

"I know. I know," I told him, and I think I actually did. It wasn't just a crush, like I had thought. Miles loved Barricade. My best friend loved a cybertronian.

Miles eventually calmed down and sat back, and the two of us watched the medics work. Someone went on a food run and brought back a whole tray of sandwiches, of which I ate three and chugged another bottle of gatorade. I also noticed Optimus sternly talking with Bumblebee about something, and Bee had his head bowed, like he felt ashamed. Time was lost on us again and before we really knew it, Ratchet and the others were stepping away and Prowl and Optimus moved towards Barricade. Miles dropped to the ground and ran over to them, me right behind, but angled more towards where Mikaela was stripping out of a filthy coverall.

"What's happening? What're you doing?" Miles asked frantically.

"We're taking him back to base for final repairs, rest and monitoring," Optimus said, stooping to pick up Barricade's chassis, Prowl taking his legs. "He will be fine, Miles."

I looked to where Mikaela, who looked as tired as I had been. Her face had a few small burns from energon hitting them, as well as grease and oil smudges all over.

"He'll be okay," Mikaela repeated, wiping her hands with a towel that one of the other mechanics handed her. "We've sealed all the main lines and leaks, and did the best we could with the helm damage and the arm. Once we're in a medbay, Ratchet and Arcee will be able to do the fine work. But he'll be okay."

Even after telling Miles the same thing so many times, it was still a relief to hear someone else say it. I went to give Mikaela a hug, but Miles beat me to it, squeezing her tight as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you."

Mikaela hugged him back, and I could see her start shaking a little. I wanted to move in and hold her, but my clothes were energon soaked and I didn't want to get any on her. At the same time, I wanted to be hugged too, as I felt tears of relief welling in my eyes. Like a mind reader, Bumblebee popped his holo to life next to me, arms held open. I practically collapsed into his embrace, the adrenaline and fear truly leaving my system. "We did it," I whispered into his shoulder as he held me tight. "We did it."

"Yeah. Yeah, we did," Bee said, and I felt him press a light kiss to the top of my head.

Optimus, Prowl and Arcee loaded Barricade into the trailer, Arcee guiding his upper body into the back. She would ride with him to monitor his condition. Miles jumped in once the 'Bots moved out of the way, and I saw him sitting down by Barricade's helm as they closed the doors. Someone handed me a clean coverall from the supply trailer, which I changed into while Optimus hooked up to Barricade's trailer. After a final sweep of the area by the team, we left for base as fast as safely possible, though it still took long enough for me to pass out in a nap.

When we arrived, Barricade was taken right into surgery. Miles and Mikaela went with Ratchet and Arcee, to watch and to learn respectively. I wanted to join them, but Will pulled me into the barracks, where he ordered me to get a shower, and when I was done, Ella was waiting with a large plate of beef stew and both of them made me eat. Bee stayed with me, his holo solid by my side, and he provided a nice bit of distraction and entertainment by telling us about a prank gone wrong from his youngling days in the Temple. At least until Optimus came in, then he tensed slightly and ducked his head. Oh boy, this wasn't going to be good, was it?

"How's Barricade?" I asked, setting my spoon down and wiping my face with a napkin.

"Barricade's completely out of stasis lock and in a medical stasis now," Optimus said, walking up to take a seat. "His one optic will need to be replaced, so he has a patch until Ratchet can modify one for him, and he will need time to regain full function in his arm. But Ratchet believes he will awaken in a few days, once his self repair systems have replenished themselves."

I smiled a little at that. "I'm so glad. When we found him, I wasn't sure if he'd pull through."

"Yes, and that's what we need to talk about," Ella said, folding her hands together. "We understand why you did what you did, but going directly to Barricade like you did was irresponsible and dangerous."

"You know if I hadn't gone, Barricade would have died long before you got there," I defended. "Without me-"

"Without you, we could lose everything." Optimus leaned in a bit. "Alison, did it occur to any of you that Barricade could have been bait for a trap?"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything. I wasn't sure about Bee and Arcee, but the thought of a trap had never occured to me.

"It is a cruel tactic and one I have unfortunately seen used time and time again," Optimus continued. "After all we have stressed about your importance, I would hope that you would remember it and take the necessary precautions." He leveled a stern gaze at Bee, his eyes seeming to bore into him. "I especially expected more diligence from you, Bumblebee."

"We're not laying all the blame on you two," Will said as Bee hung his head. "Arcee was ranking officer for this situation, as well as having spec ops training, she should have taken charge and come up with a better plan."

"By rushing in blind the way you did, you left yourself easily open for an attack," Optimus continued. "Even Starscream alone would have been trouble as Arcee and Bumblebee would have had to worry about protecting you, Miles, Mikaela and Barricade at once. If Starscream had back up, then the best case scenario would be the Decepticons capturing you and just leaving the others injured. More likely, he would have taken you and killed them, long before we would have been able to reach you."

A part of me wanted to defend myself, but I didn't have an argument that wasn't childish. Bee and Arcee wouldn't have been able to take on several Decepticons, especially if they were flyers. If things had gone wrong, it would be five deaths on my head, deaths of people I loved. So I just sighed, reaching a hand up to my dog tags and clutching them. "I don't, and never will, regret going out to save Barricade, but you're right. We had no intel, nothing to go on but a text and a gut feeling, and while it worked this time, it easily could not have, and next time we won't be so lucky."

Bee did a double take in my direction, like he had been expecting me to fight, but also nodded. "Yeah, what we did was pretty stupid. " He looked up at Optimus. "What's our punishment?"

"I will recommend Agent Stark restarts her early morning training sessions with Alison, Mikaela, and Miles," Will said. "And more lessons should keep you busy." So no skipping out of the office if I finish work early. I didn't care for that, but it could be worse.

"And Bumblebee, you will be working with Ironhide all of next week while you are on base, as well as the next two weekends following. Ratchet will be assigning an appropriate punishment for Arcee." Optimus then stood. "Go collect her, Mikaela and Miles from the medbay and meet us at the gate. Alison, come with me."

I was a little surprised, but Bee and I got up and followed Optimus out (after a quick good night to Will and Ella). Both 'Bots were sitting in alt mode outside, Bee quickly heading off to medbay while Optimus opened his cab door and let me haul myself in and buckle up. He was quiet for a minute, so I asked, "You aren't going to make us stay on base?"

"As much as I would like to do so to ensure your safety, having you three become truant is not something we need to deal with right now. I'll remain in Tranquility until the weekend, and I will be assigning an additional Autobot to patrol the area weekly."

"Okay." I settled back into the seat, feeling myself starting to drift off a bit despite the fact it was barely five in the afternoon. Even after napping most of the way back to base earlier, I was still tired. I woke again when Optimus started his engine to head out the gate. Bee and Arcee pulled up just ahead of us and I could just see Mikaela sprawled out on Bee's backseat, about to go to sleep. I was about to follow her example when Optimus spoke.

"Alison, if you could stay awake a while longer, there is something I need to discuss with you."

"Oh. Okay, what is it?" I sat up, stretching a bit to wake me up.

He paused for a moment, considering his next words. "Will and I, as well as the other leadership, have concluded that you seemingly don't trust us."

"What!?" That shot all lethargy from my body. "What do you mean?"

"Alison, how many times have you made a plan completely on your own. Or where your only input was from Bumblebee or Mikaela?"

A lot more than you knew, Optimus. "Two or three times, I guess."

"Three times. First when you merged with the AllSpark and gave Megatron energon for the hatchlings with the Decepticons, then when you kept Barricade's location a secret for an entire month, and today by rushing off to rescue him."

"I thought we'd already discussed those."

"Sometimes things bear repeating. All those plans were impulsive, and dangerous, and you could have easily gotten yourself or others killed."

"But they worked out, and I know what I did wrong this time, so I know not to do the same things again." I knew I was being a little childish, but we just finished discussing this. Why was he going on about it?

"Even when you know something is not right doesn't prevent you from making those mistakes again. That's why I have Elita, Prowl and High Command to review our plans and talk me out of bad decisions. The one time I refused their counsel, I almost made the greatest mistake of my life."

"What was that, a battle?"

"Yes and no." Optimus vented a deep sigh. "It was the time I almost killed Megatron."

That was… confusing. "But, don't you want Megatron dead? To end the war?"

"Ending the war and killing Megatron are two different things. Even after everything he'd done, I had believed that somehow I could turn him back. Until the day the Decepticons killed Sentinel."

Sentinel. That secret sank like a stone in my gut. But while I could remember the story, Optimus had no idea I knew, so I had to ask, "What happened?"

Optimus was quiet for a minute. "You know what Sentinel was to Megatron and I from our lessons. He was my greatest advisor when the War started, and even led a corps whose purpose was specifically to protect and relocate civilians caught in the conflict. Near the end of the fighting on Cybertron, he created a weapon that he believed would help us end the war, but he wanted to test it secretly away from Cybertron. We did all we could to keep his ship's launch a secret, but the Decepticons found out and attacked. Despite all our efforts, his ship was caught in an explosion and destroyed. Not a trace of it was left."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." Especially since I couldn't tell you he's alive. I drew my legs up, feet on the seat and wrapped my arms around my knees. "Did you attack Megatron in the battle?"

"No, the Decepticons retreated immediately afterwards. But I insisted on pursuing them, attacking them at their own fortress. Elita, Prowl and the others tried to talk me out of it, saying it was far too dangerous, and that we needed to focus on breaking through the Decepticon's siege of Simfur and the AllSpark's temple. I didn't listen, too blinded by anger, and Ironhide and I led a team in."

He paused again, and seemed to drive a little slower, as if the memory was weighing down on him. "The only reason it wasn't a massacre on our side was because we managed to take them by surprise. I fought my way to Megatron and we dueled. Every time we had fought previously, I held back. A part of me still thought the brother I had grown up with was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, I only saw Sentinel's murderer. I could barely speak for my fury, and every bit of it went into my attacks. Even so, we were evenly matched, until I finally gained the upper hand. I was able to pin him down and had my blade at his throat. I could have killed him there and then."

"Why didn't you?"

"It was the look in his optics. They were full of anger, but also grief. Grief like I had not seen in him since the day our sire passed. And at that moment, I understood how such grief could drive one to do things unfathomable. It was a terrible moment of enlightenment. After realizing that, I knew I couldn't go through with it. I spared him, simply knocking him out, and then went to help Ironhide and the others retreat."

Optimus sighed. "We lost twenty good mechs on that mission, and as we returned to Command, Ironhide told me that they'd found it was Starscream acting of his own accord who had led the attack on the launch. The only good that came of it was that our distraction allowed Elita and Wheeljack to retrieve the AllSpark and take Her into hiding."

"Then, it wasn't a total waste?" I offered, but it sounded weak even to my ears.

"I had no part in planning it. My advisors took that action on their own. And my actions then still have an affect on how well my orders are received even now. Elita only truly forgave me for it after arriving here, and Prowl and Jazz are watching my actions, in case I make the same mistake."

"And they're seeing a similar pattern in my actions?"

"Yes." He paused a moment as he swerved to avoid a pothole. "Perhaps it's partly our fault, putting so much responsibility on your shoulders when you're so young."

"Hey, you didn't shove the AllSpark into my chest," I told him. "And I accepted being COTA's director, responsibility and all."

"Just because you did, does not mean you have to do it all on your own. While one being can make a difference, they cannot save a world or end a war entirely on their own. Even heroes need allies."

I wanted to say something more, but I couldn't find any words. I reached up to my dog tags, wrapping my hand around them and my charms, and rubbed the cybertronian symbol with my thumb.

Optimus flickered his holo on, and placed his hand on my shoulder as I looked to him. "At least think about what I said, and remember we all are here for you." He then turned back to the road, hands on the wheel, and as he blinked, I could see the holo seem to stiffen, and I knew he had switched to a proxy.

I sat quietly for a few minutes, his words echoing and sinking into my head. I almost hated to admit it, but he was right. It'd never truly occurred to me that I could share the information I had, or that it would really help. I don't have to carry on all on my own. But, who should know? If I told the wrong people, it could throw things so far off track anything I know would be useless. Maybe it would even prevent the Fallen from dying, and he had to be killed, if there was to be any chance of peace. Yet, I did need allies who would be able to help me plan, prepare and execute my goals.

I spent the next fifteen minutes planning and debating in my head, until I couldn't keep my eyes open and fell asleep in his seat.


AN: Dun dun dun! Okay, who called Cade getting attacked while on the run as a plot point? And who called the Miles/Barricade ship? What about OP's story to Alison (which some people might recognize, if you can tell me where it's from, you get a internet cookie)? Who do you think Alison should/will tell about the Jump? Let me know in the reviews!

Oh, and in case anyone is interested, I posted a new series yesterday; Tales of Fantasia: A Multi-Fandom AU. It is a collection of oneshots, some connected, some not, that I wrote for Fictober this year. While I did not complete the challenge, I'm sharing what is done, and will be continuing the storylines. Fandoms included are Dragon Age, Transformers, Star Wars, and maybe a few more. If you're interested, you can find it on my profile.

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