It was decided that I should stay with the Autobots until the threat of me being used as a battery pack was over. So, as the moon rose over the Autobot base, I fell asleep on the same sleeping bag in the same room I had regained consciousness in only a few hours before, with Jazz faithfully by my side. He was always right there when I went to sleep- it may sound silly, but ever since that first night Jazz and I met, I haven't been able to doze off unless he sang me to sleep. The words were those of a love song and I'm not sure if I've heard the entire thing or not, but here's what I know:

"The moon is high, the stars are too. This night is made for me and you. I'll take your hand, put it in mine. This love is one to last all time. You smile at me, I smile at you and I know that all my thoughts are true. There's more to you than meets the eye. I look at you and I have to sigh. There's a light of goodness in you that always shines through. But beyond that, I know there's more."

As Jazz sung me to sleep, Hot Shot was standing outside the door, watching; listening; trying to figure out just what happened earlier today.

"Hot Shot? Is everything all right?" Optimus had been watching Hot Shot closely since we had returned from our scrap with the Decepticons and noticed that he seemed far off. Hot Shot looked at him and shook his head.

"I'm not sure, sir," he replied. "When it was merely insinuated that Sarah had been captured by the Decepticons, my spark did more than just skip a jolt- I thought it was going to shut down completely! I've never felt that way before, sir. I mean, don't get me wrong, I care for you guys and Rad, Carlos and Alexis... but when it comes to Sarah, it's different." He looked at Optimus with an embarrassed smile on his face. "I'm losing it, aren't I?" Optimus shook his head.

"You're not losing it, Hot Shot," he said. "Actually, I've been wondering how long it would take for someone to say something. I never expected it to be you though." Hot Shot just stood there and gave him a blank stare.

"Huh?" Optimus chuckled.

"Hot Shot, how much do you know about the Dedicanvelope Prophecy?"

"Basically, what I told Sarah is all I know. Why, is there more?" Optimus nodded.

"I was there when the prophecy was foreseen, Hot Shot. Like you said, it told of a human child that would be the key for the Decepticons to win the war, but there's more. The Prophets also told me about Rad finding the Mini-Con, but not when it would be found, and he told me more about the girl mentioned in the prophecy."

"So that whole thing about not knowing humans would exist?"

"A poor attempt to make Sarah feel better." Optimus paused for a moment then as suddenly as he stopped, he began. "He told me that one of my team members would develop a bond with the girl, one beyond that of just friendship, and for good reason- the two of them would share the same soul."

"Soul?" asked Hot Shot, "What's a soul?" Optimus smiled.

"The Prophets compared it to a CPU," he replied. "It's the thing that creates a human's personality- what makes them laugh or makes them cry; the thing that makes them do the things they do, much like a CPU." Hot Shot nodded and told Optimus of my jumping from vehicle to vehicle stunt.

"I remember thinking," Hot Shot said. "That she has to be a bigger hot shot than I am." That comment made Optimus laugh.

"Oh yes," he replied. "It has to be your CPU she shares. No doubt about it." Optimus looked at a clock and shook his head. "It's late, Hot Shot. Maybe you should get some sleep." Hot Shot nodded.

"Yeah, maybe I should."

Meanwhile, on their moon base, the Decepticons were trying to figure out why the Mini-Con they had gotten from the mountains had not yet awakened.

"I don't understand it," said Megatron. "Why won't this Mini-Con wake up?!"

"I don't know, sir," said Starscreen.

"Maybe it's broken," said Cyclonis. Angered by the comment, Megatron picked up the Mini-Con and was about to throw it at Cyclonis, when he felt something on the back of the plate. He brought it to eye level and looked closely- there was writing on the back.

"Made by Sarah- 3/19/2001." Megatron clenched the plate in his fist, causing it to crumple like it was a piece of notebook paper. "Why that little… the girl, she tricked us! The Autobots have the Mini-Con and she slipped us a fake!"

"But how, sir?" asked Demolisher. "I didn't get the Mini-Con from her, I got it from one of the boys."

"She obviously slipped it to him some how," replied Megatron. He thought for a moment. "Demolisher, didn't you say she pulled the Mini-Con out of her backpack before handing it to the boy?" Demolisher nodded. "That's how she did it, you dim-witted poor excuse for a Decepticon! The real Mini-Con was in her bag! Didn't you even think to follow her?"

"I did follow her, Megatron," Demolisher defended himself. "I followed her bike right to those kids who dropped the Mini-Con."

"Was she on her bike, Demolisher?" Demolisher thought for a moment.

"Um, ah, now that I think of it sir… no she wasn't." Megatron's eyes narrowed, as he glared at Demolisher, who started to tremble. "I, uh, think I'm gonna run now." As Demolisher fled in fear, Megatron looked at the rest of his troops.

"Tomorrow, we proceed in setting a trap for the girl," he said. "But first we must acquire the bait." He smiled, "And I know of just the right things- no, just the right person and the right robot."

Hot Shot looked around. He was in a dark, cold place- almost cold enough to freeze his circuits.

"How the devil did I get here?" he thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard an ear piercing, blood curdling scream.

"Hey!" it cried. "Let me go, ya stupid robots! LET ME GO!" Hot Shot looked in the direction of the sound, only to have his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

"Oh no- Sarah!" Yep, there I was, being dragged towards a giant cannon looking thing by a couple of unruly Mini-Cons... both of them being led by Jazz.

"Jazz," I pleaded. "Jazz, please don't do this, it's me! It's Sarah, Jazz- can't you see that?" My old friend said nothing, but continued to lead my captors towards the cannon. I felt tears start to run down my cheeks. "Oh, Jazz what have they done to you?"

"Sarah!" called Hot Shot as he began to run towards us. "Sarah, I'm coming!" I looked at him.

"Hot Shot!" I called back, "Hot Shot, please help me!" That was what Hot Shot planned to do, but something rather unexpected happened- Hot Shot's legs suddenly froze, stopping him but a few feet away from the cannon. Try as he may, Hot Shot couldn't get his legs to move. All he could do is watch as the Mini-Cons locked me into a human shaped key hole kinda thing. Hot Shot struggled, trying as hard as he could to free himself, but to no avail. He watched as Jazz walked over to the cannon and flipped a switch. I let out a scream, ten times louder than before. Hot Shot watched, encased in horror.

"SARAH! NO!"