Author's Note: As a closing statment, here's a little glimps into Isis and Taratron's history and a preview of other stuff I may write. Enjoy the ending of In Brotherhood Bound.

Epilogue

Cybertron, 19 stellar cycles earlier,

The room was mostly barren. The walls, the floor, even the bed sheets were all white. The two medical bots busied themselves around their charge, carefully taking data readings, which didn't make any sense to them. Their charge's brain waves were completely off the charts.

"Now you be a good little girl and hold still, okay?" the Maximal female smiled sweetly at the young girl, barely nine stellar cycles of age. She took her arm and pressed a hypo-needle into it. The girl squirmed on the bed uncomfortably.

"Where's my big brother?" she demanded. The two medical bots exchanged a look.

"Probably damaged memory circuits," the male murmured. The girls frowning at the strangers, not knowing what he meant.

"Let me try," the female turned back to her. "Honey, you don't have a brother."

The girl rolled her red optics at them. Didn't these adults know anything? "Of course I do," she insisted. "Where's Taratron? He was just here. Where'd he go?"

The two exchanged another look, but didn't have a chance to speak. The door to the medical facility slid open, and the violet-eyed transformer came into view. He looked damaged and tiered, but he smiled as soon as he saw the girl.

"Taratron!" her bright red optics shined at the sight of her guardian. She reached out for him with her tiny arms, and he sat down by her bedside giving her a hug. With a wave of his hand, he demised the two confused medics. Pulling back from the hug, he soothed her blue curls and kissed her forehead.

"How are you feeling, Isis? How does your head feel?"

"Much better," she beamed up at him. "What happened anyway?"

"You and the other children were taken by the Predacons," he reminded her.

"Oh yeah," she recalled. "And then you came and saved me. Again."

"You didn't think I would actually leave you there, little sister?"

"No, but I kept hoping you'd come, but then solar cycles passed and you still weren't there," she bowed her hear and pouted.

"But I was coming," Taratron insisted, a bit hurt that his sister didn't trust him enough to know. "Never think that I would abandon you, Isis, because that will never happen."

"Promise?" she looked up at him, her optics wide and innocent.

"I swear it, Isis."

Author's End Note: Wow! This one's even longer than 'Let Fate Decide.' 47 pages! Okay let's see, I'd like to thank the Academy… Oh wrong speech. ^_^

You know, I actually had someone do an in depth analysis of these two stories. See I'm an only child, and my dad's kind of an asshole (no really, he pulled a GUN on me and my mom.) So I kind of missed out on that male-role model character in my own life. Maybe that's why I wrote these two fics. In a strange way, Taratron's betrayal represents my father's betrayal, only unlike Isis; I still haven't forgiven my dad.

On another personal note, I recently had a huge fight with me best friend, and was quite... intrigued to find that while writing the ending of 'In brotherhood Bound,' I taught myself a lesson about forgiving. My other friend, Jill, asked me, "When will you forgive Louise?" My reply to that was, "When I can swallow my HUGE pride and follow Isis' advice." This just left Jill confused since she didn't read either fics.

That's enough about me. You may have noticed that there were several hints throughout 'Let Fate Decide' that Taratron actually set her up. He knew a lot about Earth, and Isis even asked if he was planning on going there. He became worried and quickly replied 'no,' so she dismissed it.

Well that's pretty much it. A whole year of working on this mini series and it's over. I may write some more stuff about Taratron and Isis, but it would be prequels to this series. So until later.