Author's notes: This story was written with the help of my friend DragonsFlyame. Upsilon is mainly her creation and I am useing him here with permission. It oringinally started as a bit of an RP but grew into a story in my head. Any how, hope all of you like this take on the subject. I dont own transformers or the original characters, this is purely for entertainment.

RP1

Second Chances

He had no idea how long he'd been there, notreally. He had kept counting for a long time after the explosion, but eventually even that had lost his interest. It had been his impression that he was going to wake up on the other side of the matrix when he'd driven that shard downwards. What had happened though had been the exact opposite. He couldn't move on, and neither could the other one.

Who was the other one any how?

He kept trying to dredge the name of the person up out of his spark but it wasn't working. When he'd first realized that he was trapped there had been a very long while that he had spent talking to the other one. Some where he still slightly resented him, but after this long he couldn't even remember why. What had he been so very angry over? Once again try as he might he couldn't seem to make the memories of what he'd been mad over come clear.

It must not have been very important, else I'd remember it. Maybe I was angry for the wrong reason?

Maybe, but pointless or not, he knew deep in the core of his spark that it was that anger that had resulted in trapping him here. That anger or the actions he had taken because of that anger. The really funny part was that try as he might to get that anger back, he couldn't. Perhaps being trapped down there had mellowed him some what.

And how do I know it's down any way?

Once again he thought to him self. It had been a long time since he'd been able to keep his thoughts straight.

Not that he was crazy mind you, though some where he knew there was people that thought he was, again he didn't know how he knew that. It was just a certainty to him that existed. No he wasn't crazy, and he wasn't really angry any longer. But it really didn't matter he supposed. He was probably going to be trapped there for much longer than he already had been. That didn't really bother him that much any more either.

After all, something told him that he'd been wasting his life on something pointless. So he made up his mind that it really wasn't doing any harm staying like this. No one needed him, and he wasn't hurting any one, so maybe things were better off this way any how.

That was when every thing changed. Some one or something found the spot where he'd been for all of those years. He could hear them talking but couldn't really make out that many words. He got the impression they were moving him though, moving what was left of him rather. Why he didn't under stand really, he wanted to stay like that. Not hurting any one or being hurt. But the ones that had found him believed that they were doing the right thing.

He tried to tell them that he wanted to be left alone, that they shouldn't have bothered. He was happy down there. This was where he belonged, where he wasn't in any danger of hurting some one or of getting hurt him self. Still the people that moved him out weren't listening.

Eventually the sense of movement stopped. He guessed the person who had moved him had decided that perhaps it wasn't worth it. That he was better off just left alone and had put him some place, not like the one he remembered, but some where that he could be alone. He had come to that conclusion when every thing suddenly changed.

Something changed, and he no longer felt like he was trapped. No, now it felt strange. More like he was waiting for something, for some kind of change to happen to him. He could hear people around him again now, and the voices actually began to sound coherent. But what they were saying still didn't make much sense to him.

Still alive? Four million years? What does that all mean? Is that how long I've been here?

Then it changed again. Blackness slowly began to creep into the edges of his awareness. It was like he was going into shut down, or recharge. But he hadn't done that in a long time. He didn't understand what was happening to him and so he tried his best to fight it. Eventually how ever, he was only left with the barest minimum of consciousness and that too was slowly fading away.

Maybe this is it? Maybe, I've finally found away to move on, when I wake up, things will be different, better. Maybe after all of this time, I can finally have some peace.