AN: So, this update probably comes as a surprise for a lot of you. Yes, this sad story has been dead for quite a while now, and unfortunately, that shall remain the case here.

HOWEVER! I have given permission to EvaShinobiKaiserKnight to adopt this story, and they will be continung it from where it left off.

Now, to get around FFN's rules about notes chapters, I'll go ahead and share with you the chapters I had completed but never posted, a scene that never made it to context, and a summary of what I can remember planning for this story.

CH 4

When Elita awoke, it was from the most peaceful recharge she had in years. Her mind was at rest, her spark calm, and big, strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close to a body from behind. Arms…

Instinctively, her elbow shot back, hitting the mech's abdomen and a pop told her she'd left a dent. The mech opened his arms in surprise and Elita pushed herself out of his reach, rolling off the berth and activating her blaster to aim at-

Optimus. Staring at her in surprise and shock. His arms were settled before him, just where she'd been moments before. "Elita," he said gently, as non-threatening as he could be.

She blinked, and remembered. She disengaged her blaster, though she didn't move from her spot on the floor. "Optimus. I'm sorry, I thought…"

"It's alright, Elita." Slowly, he sat up, dropping his legs over the edge of the berth. He slowly extended his servo towards her. "Are you alright? That was a mighty hard tumble."

He's treating me like an animal, Elita thought. Then she realized she'd acted like one. She took the servo and used it as leverage to stand. "I'm fine, Optimus." She then noticed a dent in his abdomen, one not from before. "Oh, I made a dent." She extended a servo down to trace over it.

Optimus used his free servo to cup hers. "I am fine, Elita. I've had much worse." He smiled. "This just reminds me not to misbehave too much."

She couldn't help it, she laughed. "Oh, Optimus."

His smile grew and he stood. "We have a little bit before we must go see Ratchet, would you like a trip to the washracks?"

Elita looked down at herself. No one had mentioned it, but she was a wreck. Her once vibrant pink paint had faded and been worn almost clear away in some places, and she knew she must have been disgustingly dirty. She met Optimus's optics. "I would love that."

Optimus nodded and made to pick her up, but she stepped back. "I'm going on my own two pedes, thank you very much." She turned and walked to the door, Optimus following.

In the washracks, Optimus showed her how to adjust the water and solvent. The last time she'd had access to any was at least a vorn ago, more than likely longer. Stepping under the stream was a sharp sting at first, being so unused to it, but it soon settled into a comforting warmth, working into her joints and under her plating to cleanse away the collected grime of Cybertron. She looked down at her pedes at one point and saw the water running gray-brown, then she looked away. Optimus handed her a cloth to scrub with and it felt like she was scrubbing the past away.

This is what matters now, she thought, leaning into Optimus as he scrubbed her backplates for her. Optimus and Arcee and the team. We'll move forward, and it will be okay.

When she was clean, albeit missing a bit more paint than she had before, they'd popped the dent in Optimus's side,then she and Optimus left the racks to see Ratchet.

Ratchet looked ready to yell at them for being late, but upon seeing Elita, he didn't comment, and just told her to sit on one of the medical berths. He attached one part of a scanner on her and set the computer to run a full diagnostic.

Elita sat back on her servos. "So, can I get a full briefing of the situation here?"

"Of course, Elita. This planet is called Earth by it's inhabitants, who are called humans. This base is Autobot Outpost Omega One, a decommissioned missile silo the humans granted us after we made contact with the government."

She nodded. "Are the humans who were here last night a team chosen to assist us?"

Ratchet snorted. "Miko would never be picked for such a thing. Fowler is our only government approved ally."

"While on a patrol, Arcee was tailed by two Decepticons," Optimus explained. "She hid in the parking lot of a human establishment, and Jack had climbed on her when the Decepticons attacked. She had to reveal herself to him, and to Rafael when he was caught in the crossfire. I had Bumblebee and Arcee pick up the boys, and Miko spotted them. June was captured by a Decepticon and a human organization to get to Arcee and Jack, and learned of us that way. None of Fowler's superiors know of their involvement."

Elita nodded. "What are we up against here? I saw Megatron, and you've mentioned Starscream, but what other Decepticons are here?"

"The Decepticons mobilize from the Nemesis, which is constantly on the move. We've only ever been able to pin down it's location three times. Soundwave is with Megatron, and an arachacon by the name Arachnid has been Megatron's SIC since Starscream's defection."

Elita's brows rose. "Arachnid? The interrogator who tortured Arcee and killed Tailgate?"

"The same. She was the Decepticon who kidnapped June. They also have a medic and a former Stunticon, Knockout and Breakdown, to round out the officers. Besides them there are a few thousand vehicons; soldiers and miners."

"So a team of six Autobots and five humans against a couple thousand Decepticons." She smiled. "Normally, I would not like those odds, but in this case I believe we will do just fine."

"The only problem is that it's not just the Decepticons we must watch out for," Ratchet said, checking over a message on a scanner. "Humans have their own versions."

"There is a human organization known as MECH," Optimus explained, "who seek to create a new world order using the best technology they can find, and they have set their sights on using Cybertronians to that end."

"What do they mean to do, torture us into giving them our technology?"

"They mean to dissect us and find what makes us tick," Ratchet said. "They were the ones who teamed with Airachnid to get to Arcee."

"And previously they captured Breakdown, and deconstructed him, including removing one of his optics to attract and try to capture us."

Elita felt her energon boil. "Those fiends! What is being done about them?"

"Unfortunately, once their mission is accomplished or fails, they vanish. Fowler has agents working with him to find them, but there is usually no trace until they reappear."

"So we are just hitting a dead end there."

The scanner beeped and Ratchet checked over the results. His brows rose a bit. "If it wasn't you, Elita, I would ask how you are even still online. But it's you; you'd be able to barter your spark back from Primus if you put your mind to it."

If only she could get other sparks back as easily. Elita smiled. "May I inquire why you say that, Ratchet?"

"Where do I begin. I fine traces that say you were running on less than twenty percent of all levels, you have faint traces of a rust infection all over, as well as the marks of several healed breaks and welds, and several of your inturnals show signs that your systems were cannibalizing themselves rather recently." He did get a puzzled look. "Even so, you are in much better shape than I would have expected for the conditions you were under."

She nodded. "When I could, I raided Decepticon camps for nanoboosters, and they lasted a while. I also spent three vorn or so in a CR tank, which healed a lot of my injuries."

"Three vorn? How could you tell?" Optimus asked.

"My chronometer read the time change for me. I was in stasis for most of that time, and it's a blank spot in my memories to coincide with it." She shrugged. "It's the explanation that makes sense to me."

Ratchet nodded. "I see. Well, there's not much I can recommend here, except to put you on more nanoboosters and order you to take it easy for the next few earth weeks or so."

"Weeks?" Elita checked the translator Arcee had sent her and found it was a little more than half an orn. "What does 'take it easy' mean?"

"You will not go in the field on missions, no heavy lifting, and if I could, I would have you on berth rest where I could see you. As is, I expect you to relax." He went over to the counter and picked up a syringe before returning to her side. "Tilt your helm."

Elita tensed at that, and hesitated. It was the fastest way to get the nanos into her system, but something about it threw her off greatly, though she couldn't recall what. Optimus came up to her side and slid a servo into hers, the other going to her backplates and softly rubbing. She vented deeply and tilted her head, just long enough for Ratchet to inject the nanos and pull the syringe out cleanly.

"There, you're done." He picked up a small cube of medical grade and passed it to her, "Drink. It will help the nanos get to work faster. And Optimus, you get on the other one. I'm going to check you over as well."

Optimus nodded and did as Ratchet said, obediently following the medic's directions. Elita watched, and it was reassuring in a way. Helping establish that this wasn't just some cruel dream she was having.

While he examined the Prime, Ratchet asked questions. "What is the last thing you can remember before you lost the Matrix."

"Megatron and I entered Unicron's spark chamber, and he lashed at us with his spark energy. He then tried to control Megatron through the Dark Energon. Megatron managed to maintain enough willpower to hold Unicron off, and I opened the Matrix to Unicron." Optimus blinked as Ratchet shone a light into his optics. "My next memory is seeing Jack and taking the Key of Vector Sigma back."

"Hmm. Amnesia. I guessed after what you said at the spacebridge." Ratchet stood back, adjusting his scanner and running it specifically over Optimus's helm. "No trauma damage. It appears to simple be a side effect of the Matrix rejoining you."

"I suspected as such." Optimus said. "Let us hope Megatron had no information from me that will harm our team."

"I doubt it, Optimus," Ratchet said, then stood straight. "There, you're ready. Take your courtmate out to the main room and fuel up, both of you."

Elita nodded and swung her legs over the side of the berth. "Yes, doctor." Once Optimus was one his pedes, the walked together to the main part of the atrium, near the groundbridge."

In the main atrium, she could see it was nearly bare of places to sit, except for the crates she and Optimus had sat the night before, so she sat there. Optimus made sure she was settled, but she waved him away.

"If you really want to help, go get some energon," she told him.

"Of course, my dear." He hesitated a second, then leaned in and kissed her cheek, before walking away to the energon dispenser.

Elita felt her faceplates warming a little, but just smiled. She'd almost forgotten that they wouldn't have to hide their relationship anymore. The thought made her spark flutter slightly.

A sound to her right made her turn and she saw the older female human - June, she thought - walking over on the upper level, a servo - hand the translator said - over her mouth. A steaming cup was in her other hand. She smiled when she saw Elita. "Good morning."

Elita noded. "Morning. You are June, right?"

June nodded. "Yes, that's me. I didn't expect you to remember us after all the excitement last night."

"My memories rarely fail me. You are Jack's carrier, correct?"

"The human term is mother, but yes, I am." She sat on the edge of the level, her arms hooking over the bar, and she took a drink from what was in the cup. "And you are Optimus's lover."

Elita smiled. "Yes, I am." She vented deeply. "It feels amazing to be able to say that out loud."

"And it is amazing to hear you." Optimus sat next to Elita, handing her a cube of energon and placing a light kiss to the side of her helm. She smiled and took a sip, noticing the sweeter taste than what she'd had last night.

She lowered the cube. "You remembered."

"Of course I did." Optimus took a sip of his own cube. "I hoped they weren't stale, I've been hoarding them for several years."

"It's just fine, Optimus." Elita leaned against him. "Just right."

June smiled at them. "It's amazing that you two have kept your feelings for all these years."

"I believe it puts true the human adage," Optimus said, lacing his free servo with Elita's. "'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Or spark, in our case."

"I think I agree," Elita said.

"How was it the two of you met?" June asked. "You mentioned being second in command, but what about before the war?"

Elita chuckled. "Before the war, I never knew he existed. I was a senator, then when the war started I was tasked by the Senate to lead my own team of Autobots and protect certain areas. My team of femmes were independent of the main arm of the Autobot army, until I received a correspondence that Optimus wished to work together."

"I'm afraid I did not make the best first impression," Optimus admitted. "I'd never met Elita, and hadn't expected her to be so beautiful, or to show up as suddenly as she did. I dropped my datapad from surprise and my pride fell with it."

"I do have to tell you, Optimus, when I saw that, my first thought was 'he's going to get us all killed."

Optimus raised a brow. "I hope I've increased your confidence on that end by this time."

Elita smiled. "By a hundredfold."

"You guys started storytime without us!?"

Elita looked up to see Miko had rushed forward, her - hair, that was the word - hanging down around her face and was tying one half of it up as she came over. Jack and Raf were following her.

"Fowler's still asleep," Jack said, answering the unspoken question.

"They didn't get far, Miko," June assured the girl. "They were just explaining how they didn't get along at first."

"Oh we got along well enough," Elita said, "but never had any inclinations of becoming more than colleagues, even after I was promoted to second in command. Then there was a mission that went south…" She looked to Optimus.

"It was Tyger Pax, the mission that cost Bumblebee his voice," Optimus said. "He was badly injured and I was not reacting well, so Elita kept me distracted by filling me in on reports and statistics, as well as a briefing on a mission she was to undertake."

"Of course the most memorable part of that meeting was you wishing me the 'chest' on the mission and running off embarrassed." Elita grinned as Optimus flushed and bowed his head, a servo moving to cover his face.

"I was hoping you would have forgotten that," he said.

"Wait, you actually did that Optimus!?" Miko asked. She was grinning. "You have lost your cool before!"

"Was that the mission where Elita was injured?" Jack asked.

Elita shook her head. "I was telling Optimus of a mission I took with Arcee and the rest of my femme squad. Optimus and I were together on the mission where I was injured. We were ambushed and a con managed to catch us off guard. I made to move Optimus out of the way and was hit myself. Optimus brought me back to base."

"And you were so worried for her you made a scene and had to be sedated," June said.

Optimus flushed a little bit more, but nodded. "As I said last night, it was then I realized that I loved Elita. And to mine and most everyone's great relief, she pulled through with minimal consequence."

"You would say that. You didn't have to wear a brace and remain on bed rest for several orns." Elita said.

"And then you snuck out and started dating?" Raf asked.

Optimus nodded. "Indeed, Rafael. It was the last bright spot in the end of the war."

"By this time, we'd discovered not only were the energon deposits almost entirely depleted," Elita said, cutting off the question she knew would come next, "but also that the Decepticons had been constructing a spacebridge. It was decided that an exodus had to happen, with the Autobots who could splitting into groups to search for energon deposits on other planets. We'd also hoped that Megatron would pursue, and the Decepticons would leave Cybertron. That, given time, the planet would recover." She shook her helm.

"But it hasn't," Jack stated plainly.

"Elita," Optimus said, and she turned to him. "Glyph was with you when we left. What has happened to her."

Elita froze for a moment, her optics widening and her grip on her cube tightening a bit. Quickly, she relaxed, though she knew at least Optimus and, by the looks of it, June had noticed. "She was deactivated almost twenty vorns ago, shortly before I fell into my stasis. A Decepticon got a lucky shot. She felt no pain."

She drained the rest of her cube and set it aside, standing. "If you will excuse me, I feel I need to rest some more."

She turned her helm slightly to see Optimus nodding gravely, and a small data burst came from him, containing the code to his quarters. She nodded in return and made her way out of the room, remembering the way from hers and Optimus's trips that morning and the night before. Once in the safety of his - their? - quarters, she allowed herself to remove the mask of stoicism and reveal her emotions.

She hadn't thought of Glyph in cycles. Groons. Vorns. It was just easier to shut out the memories of the little femme. To not remember how her optics lit up when she came across an interesting piece of data. How her small frame huddled by Elita's own to conserve energy and warmth. How the Decepticon's shot had entered the side of the base of her helm, bursting clear through and severing all connection of her spark to her CPU. How her faceplates had registered shock, then relaxed to peace. How a silver scalpel cut into her chassis-

She cut that train of thought off right there. The past was the past, and could not be changed. Moving forward was most important. And right now, that meant resting so she could get back to top shape and help the team fight the Decepticons here. With that, she laid down on the berth, noticing a folded thermal blanket to the side of it. She pulled it over herself, wrapping it around until she was almost cocooned. One of the things she'd severely missed, after the one she'd had before had been lost when she had to make a hasty retreat from one of her safe spots. She noticed, if she put it to her olfactory sensors, she could smell Optimus on it. She let that scent filter through her, letting it remind her of him, and of the precious moments they'd shared before the Exodus. It was with those thought in mind she'd drifted into recharge.

CH 5 - Interlude (Optimus)

Optimus watched as Elita walked back to their quarters, noting with concern how she didn't even acknowledge Arcee as she walked past. Arcee turned to watch Elita, then looked to Optimus questioningly before walking over.

"Hmph." Miko's voice made him look up. "What's her problem?"

"Miko," June scolded. "Elita just told us her one companion had been killed while they were on Cybertron. We need to let her grieve."

Arcee's optics widened. "Glyph's gone?"

Optimus nodded. "I must apologize to Elita when she wakes, for bringing the question up so bluntly."

"I thought that was Ratchet's job, not yours." Arcee smirked a little, but it fell. "Glyph was a great bot."

"You would know better than I would, Arcee." Optimus finished his cube and stood. "If you will excuse me, I must familiarize myself with what has happened these past two months." He made his way to Ratchet in the medbay, though not before he cause Miko's comment of "He must be back to normal. He's doing paperwork."

After retrieving the reports from Ratchet, he made his way back to his quarters, stepping in quietly to not disturb Elita. Finding her curled up on the berth, he couldn't help but smile sadly. She was always first to rise on Cybertron, so him seeing her in recharge was new. Seeing her wrapped in the thermal blanket was even sweeter, if he didn't know the reason she'd retreated to rest.

He sat at his desk and made his way through the reports, though he couldn't help glancing over at Elita every few pages - or paragraphs, almost the same thing - just to assure himself she was there, and it wasn't an odd recharge dream. Though if it was a dream, he was loath to wake from it, and thought it cruel that it would be placed upon him.

Even with his interruptions, it didn't take too long to read through what had happened in the two months he'd been gone. Which, truthfully, hadn't been much, though the news of a new mine was welcome. Once those were complete, he found his personal datapad where he'd left it before he'd left, in the top drawer of his desk. Turning it on, he found himself just where he had left off, in the middle of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. He'd picked an interest in the book after seeing Jack reading an adaptation of it, including the element of zombies to the storyline. Optimus had perused the first chapter of it, then sought out the source material. So, until Elita awoke, he would lose himself in the world of Regency Era England and the romantic pursuits of the Bennet sisters, keeping a sensor out for any sign of her waking or someone coming to the door.

CH 6

Elita woke from her recharge all at once, her internal alarms telling her she'd reached the number of cycles she could safely rest before she'd have to check around herself, to ensure she was still safe.

Cautiously, she pulsed her EM field once before drawing it tight. There was a mech not twenty feet from her. She started formulating a plan of action when a familiar field of warmth and comfort ran over her and her spark started singing in response. It calmed her enough she opened her optics slowly to see Optimus sitting in a chair across from her, a datapad in his servo.

"Hello, love," Optimus said softly. "Did you rest well?"

She blinked and sat up, the blanket falling to pool in her lap. "I did, actually." She checked her chronometer and saw she'd been in recharge for a little more than a joor.

Optimus set the datapad down and walked over to her, slowly like he had earlier. His servo extended and stopped in front of her, waiting for her next action. "I was a little worried when you came back here. I am sorry for bringing it up the way I did."

Elita had place her servo in his as he spoke, tensing for a moment at his words, but forcing herself to ease up and stood. "It's alright, Optimus. It was a surprise, that's all."

He nodded, then slowly pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. Her helm almost tucked under his chin, and her servos cupped the back of his shoulders. Venting deeply, she closed her optics, leaning against him slightly. It was nice. Peaceful even. She almost wished it could last forever.

But the moment couldn't, though it was several minutes before Optimus rumbled, "Are you ready to head out now?"

No, she thought, but instead she vented deeply and nodded, pulled away from him. She looked over her frame, frowning at the splotching. "I need a repaint."

"Fowler can easily arrange that for you," Optimus said, stepping back, though still keeping hold of one of her servos, "provided you do not mind humans working on you.

She thought for a moment, and nodded. "Anything to avoid looking like a scrapheap."

"You could never look like a scrapheap, my dear." Optimus gently pressed his helm against hers briefly, then walked to the door, leading her back to the atrium.

Arcee stood by the platform, speaking with June, Jack and Fowler. Raf and Bumblebee stood off to the side. In the boy's servos - hands - was a small black box with an antenna. A controller, she realized, for a little vehicle drone whirred at their feet. Miko and Bulkhead were nowhere to be seen.

Bumblebee spotted them and waved in greeting. -Hey Optimus, Commander.-

The others looked up and saw them as well. Arcee smiled. "How are you doing, Elita?"

"I am fine, Arcee." Elita and Optimus moved towards the two wheeler and humans. Elita nodded to Fowler. "Good morning, agent Fowler."

"Good afternoon, Commander, Prime," Fowler said, straightening a bit from his slouch as he looked to Optimus. "I was just about to head out to give my report to General Bryce. Is there anything that you can add to it?"

Optimus shook his helm. "I believe Arcee and Ratchet will have given you enough information, besides the fact that I can not remember most of it. However, if you could arrange a repaint for Elita, it would be greatly appreciated."

Fowler glanced over at Elita. "I'll let the boys know. Any particular colors, ma'am?"

Elita looked over her frame once. "Light pink, as well as a few darker shades, and some black, gray and gold for details."

"I'll have that ready for you, along with an alt mode. I also need to know if you'll be taking any leadership positions on the team."

"Inform General Bryce that Elita will take the place of second in command of Team Prime." Optimus looked to Elita. "That is, if it is alright with you."

Elita smiled. "Of course, Optimus. What other role would I take?"

Fowler saluted the two of them. "Until next time," he then went towards a column Elita had not previously noticed, a door on the side opening to reveal a lift. She watched the lights of it blink as Fowler went up, she assumed to the roof of the base.

"Are we underground?" she asked.

"In a manner," Optimus said. "Our base is hidden inside a large landform known as a mesa. The main floor is at ground level, while we have several floors underground."

"Perhaps a tour would be more beneficial than simply explaining the floor plan."

"I'll handle that," Arcee suddenly said, slipping her arm into Elita's. "You've had her all to yourself, Optimus. Let her best friend have some of time with her."

Elita looked down and gave a smirk to match Arcee's, turning back to Optimus. "I'm sure there is something you can do to entertain yourself until we return."

Optimus smiled and nodded. "I believe there is. Enjoy yourselves."

BONUS SCENE

When the dust settled, Elita found she was the only one standing. The cons were all offline, or close to it, and she was perfectly fine.

Now to collect she thought, and knelt down next to one of the vehicons. She pulled an old, worn laser scalpel from subspace and started cutting into the con's abdomen, right around where the fuel tanks would be. She did it with the skill and ease of practice, and she'd had much of that.

"Elita, are you okay?"

The voice startled her and her servo slipped, scalpel slicing into the fuel tank and splattering energon on her, some spray going up to her faceplates.

She turned and saw Arcee standing there. The two wheeler's optics widen. "Primus, Elita, are you alright." She rushed to be at the commander's side.

"I-I'm fine," Elita assured her. "It's not mine." She then looked down at the vehicon, and threw herself away from it, landing on her aft and scooting back until she'd bumped into Arcee. The scapel was dropped by the vehicon, and lay there like the incriminating weapon of a crime. Which this wasl.

She'd forgotten, she didn't need to do this any more. There was plenty of energon back at base, and the new mines they'd captured had as even more. She looked down at herself, the blue of energon standing out like _ against the pink of her armor.

"Then whose is i-" Arcee cut off upon seeing the vehicon. "Oh." She knelt by Elita's side, not saying anything, but resting a servo on her shoulder in support. Elita didn't look up, but after a minute raised her own aervo to cover Arcee's.

"This was how you survived, wasn't it?"

Elita nodded. "Yes, it-" She reset her vocalizer. "It was the only reliable way to get it, towards the end, after Glyph-" She couldn't go on.

"After Glyph was gone."

Elita's shell cracked and a sob escaped her vocalizer before she reset it again. "She was- She was the first one. I was holed up and starving and she was there, where I had set her. I- I was as clean as I could have been, and I sealed her up afterwards. The Decepticons I didn't even do that. I just let them gutted to the atmosphere."

The sobs came again and this time she let them. She pulled her legs up, gripped her knees with her arms and cried, deep, hitching sobs with keens as she vented in. Her helm fell to rest on her arms and her optics shuttered. Arcee simply held tight to her shoulder, a lifeline through the grief. It was several minutes before she even slowed her sobs.

::Arcee, have you found Elita:: Optimus's voice came over the comm.

Elita froze. No, she couldn't let Optimus or the rest of the team see her like this.

"I've got her, Optimus," Arcee said. "You guys head back to base. Elita and I are going to spend some personal femme time together. We'll call for a bridge when we're ready."

::Understood. Remain safe, you two.::

"Will do. Arcee out."

Elita turned to Arcee, resetting her vocalizer. "Thank you."

"I didn't think you wanted Optimus to see you like this." She pulled a cloth from her subspace. "Here."

Elita gave a small smile and took it, rubbing it over her faceplate and wiping away the lubricant. When she pulled it away, there was blue as well as golden orange, and she remembered the slight spray from the vehicon. Her servo shook a little, tightening her grip on the cloth. She closed her optics, trying to control herself.

Arcee gently pulled the rag from Elita's servo, replacing it with her own, and started wiping her down, collecting the energon with a deftness Elita had usually only known from medics. In Kaon, you often were your own medic, and Arcee it seemed hadn't lost that touch.

PLOT SUMMARY

In truth, there was only one plot point that I had planned to get to. Optimus and Elita would have a makeout session that gets a bit heated, but something Optimus does (I believe it was press her against a wall) triggers a flashback and she lashes out, causing the team to really realize something bad had happened to her on Cybertron. It would turn out the three vorn she was "in stasis" in a CR tank were actually spent as Shockwave's prisoner, and he did lots of messed up things before she managed to escape and when she went back into stasis, her memory was blocked to protect herself.

And then I had no resolution to that plot point, nor do I have notes on how Elita's presence affects the rest of the series. I presume I'd end it off with the Cons defeated, Megatron dead, Cybertron restored, and OP and Elita would probably be expecting a baby, cause I do like babies ever after endings.

Thank y'all for reading this, and please go check out EvaShinobiKaiserKnight's take on the story, you won't be disapointed.