Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Though Megatron and the Decepticons getting drunk was a riot =^-^;=

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Zeheria: Thankyou! You've been one of the biggest inspirations for this fic ^^; Gomen. Full credit for the drink will go to you =^-^=

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Pivot: Wow, thankyou so much! And I have to say, thanks for the laugh ^^ "From a greater evil than you, Megatron... the British Education System!" That was funny to me for the simple fact I'm from New Zealand and am constantly accused of being British ^^; I have an accent apparently. Hehe, even Vor got a laugh outta it. ^^; And you're welcome, I read one of the POV fics and had to read the rest. Loved 'em all ^^ Heh .. yes, Megatron was most likely trying to defen them n.n He's not all that original, is he? ^^;

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A/N: Thus said, I have to admit this is a fairly pointless chapter, and a little sadder than I would have liked; but when you re-write something 10 times you take what you can get ^-^; They, obviously, are Sai's … and in the next fic, the bad guys get loose n.n Predictable and cliché, but I like them too much to cut them out ^-^;

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I never actually expected them to leave.

Even as – from my viewpoint on the cliff – I saw their ship door close and the engines flare into life, I couldn't comprehend that they were going. Even as they ship took off soon to become a distant speck, then vanish all togther.

Even then, I expected Them to appear behind me from thin air, laughing, joking, mocking me gently for thinking they would leave.

But they didn't. Haven't.

They won't

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It started to rain a time ago, but it doesn't feel real to me. I remember the first time I felt rain – the night I left the base, the first night I spend with Magnus. I danced in it for hours and got a killer cold … never for a moment regretted it, despite the week it took me to get better. Thinking about that, I suppose not all the water on my upturned face is rain, I don't know. It doesn't feel any realer than the rain.

It doesn't feel real they've gone. They're all I've ever cared about in my life – the Autobots; predictable and straight-laced. The Predacons – amusing in their moronicness, but no as stupid as they appear. The Decepticons – deadly. They were nothing if not deadly. But … they have to come back, all of them … don't they?

The Onishi brat … Koji … was here before. I don't remember what he said, I don't care either. He was smiling – I suppose when I stop standing here in the rain I will go after him. How could he laugh now? They were his friends too – in a way, more so than they could ever be mine – so why does he feel no sadness they've gone? I feel betrayed more by him – my enemy – than I do by the others. The others, who took everything and they left me here. How can the Onishi brat hate me in a such a way this is amusing to him?

Do you think, I was too hard on Prime? I judged him before I met him … was I wrong?

Do you think, I should have told the real reason I cried for Burn?

Do you think, it's my fault he's gone?

Do you think, he isn't? That somehow his spark still functions?

Do you think, Magnus …. Do you think that I've been wrong all this time?

Do you think, do you believe … he and I are the same?

I think … maybe, we are.

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As the sun sinks below the horizon, a young black haired woman trails slowly through the rain to her car.

From his viewpoint above, the shark-bot sees the Onishi kid walk up to her, smiling. She ignores him, driving off without a glance back.

[I think] he decides, defying all logic by achieving this simple act [I should go and talk to her]