A/N: Guys. Guys. I don't want to say it but I have to. This is the last Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family". Don't worry, there will be more. As I've said before, this is basically an entire series. I will probably be taking a break for a while to get the next part situated, maybe start posting a different story, idk. I'll get it figured out. So it's not over yet, my beautiful readers! Anyways, enjoy the final Chapter of the story.

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Delta sighs as he looks up from the DataPad in his servo, taking in the sight of the SpaceBridge looming up in front of him. Everything he'd come here to do was finished—he'd helped catalogue all of the returning bots that he could, he reunited with his family, help get his little brother back on his peds, and now, it was time to go back home to Earth and be with his team again.

He'd already said goodbye to his parents, explained that other than them, Ironhide, and SkyLancer, there was nothing here on Cybertron for him. He had no place here. Earth was where he was supposed to be, acting as protector and Guardian for the small planet.

They were sad to see him go, but were understanding. They saw his reasoning and supported it.

But…it still hurt more than expected. This time, he was aware of leaving. This time…this time it felt like he was abandoning them.

Shoulders slumping slightly, he moves forward, setting the coordinates for the base into the console. The SpaceBridge opens with a roar, a breeze whipping around his plating.

A servo suddenly appears on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts with a jerk. He whips around, the other bot catching his fist with their own servo, amusement in their optics. His own optics widen.

"What's the matter, kid? You didn't think we'd let you go that easily, did you?"


10 years later...

Denny Clay holds back a groan as the black-and-white police cruiser comes to a stop behind him. The lights and siren switch off, a form stepping out of the driver's side and walking to his window.

He blinks as he takes in the officer. A middle-aged officer with broad shoulders and chest, light scruff and graying hair, he wouldn't be someone who's very intimidating, except for the fact that his dark brown eyes shone red when the light hits them just right.

He smiles. "Is something wrong, Officer…" he squints slightly to read the nametag. "…Cayde?"

The officer leans down.

"You were speeding a bit back there. I'll let you go this time with a warning, but I catch you again going over in this hot rod, I will give you a ticket. You understand, Mr. Clay?"

Denny nods, "Yes, Sir. I understand. I will do my best to time it better so this doesn't happen again."

Officer Cayde nods, patting the roof of the car.

"Good. Have a good rest of your day, Mr. Clay."

Denny nods, waiting until the other man is in his car once more and driving off to pull away from the curb and continue down the road. It's not until he's off the main road that he realizes something.

"Wait…I never told that officer my name. How did he know who I was?"

Suddenly, the radio crackles to life, a young-sounding voice emerging.

"Frag that, if he finds out I got pulled over again, Bee's gonna kill me!"