Hey guys and girls. New chapter time, and this one is a good one. Now I am not saying for sure but I am pretty sure that many of you will hate me by the end of this chapter.

Sooo... enjoy!

Will sighed and sat back in his chair. It had been three days since the attack on the highway and tension was high around the base. Ironhide and Optimus were not talking to each other, in truth, it was Ironhide that was not talking with Optimus. The Prime tried on several occasions to strike up a conversation with the black mech but he never got more than one or two words for an answer, and that was when Ironhide was being polite. Every other time he would just grunt. The tension between them was slowly affecting everyone else at the base.

Everyone snapped at everyone else for things that before never bothered anyone. Sideswipe's music suddenly was too loud for anyone to take; Sunstreaker's pranks were making everyone mad even though they normally found them funny. Ratchet had set a new record for how many times a day he threw his wrench at someone. Even the humans on the base where affected. Will found that he suddenly couldn't stand Eps's cocky attitude for everything; he had even wanted to point his gun at him once which was something he never thought about doing to his best friend.

Groaning Will got up from his chair and decided to go get something from the mess hall to calm himself down. Leaving the building he was in, he hopped into a nearby jeep and headed off to the large food building. Compared to the kind of food the military had served before, the food at the base was almost decent. It still didn't compare to a home cooked meal or even a grease filled burger from a fast food place, but it was better then what he had had early on in his carrier. Jumping from the jeep he headed inside and got into the short line that was there. The room was mostly empty, a few other soldiers and a few scientists where all that was in there.

There was however one thing that caught his attention more than anything. Something he never would have thought to see in this building. Sitting at the very back table hidden in the corner of the room, was the sparkling. He was just sitting at the table looking down at his hands. Forgetting about food, Will left the line and headed straight for the young Autobot. The kid didn't even look up when Will sat in front of him.

"Hey there. What are you doing?" He asked kindly.

The sparkling's head snapped up and his optics widened a little."Mr. Lennox!"

Will chuckled a little and shook his head. "I have told you before, we are friends. You can call me Will."

The sparkling nodded his head before looking back at his hands. Will raised an eyebrow at the odd behavior.

"Is everything alright?" He asked. "You look like you got something on your mind."

The sparkling didn't say anything for a moment. But he let out a sigh of air from his tanks and kept his head down. "Everyone is mad because of me." He said. "My creators will not talk to each other and it is all my fault."

Will got up and quickly moved to the other side of the table putting his arm over the sparkling's shoulders like he use to do with Sam when he came to him for advice.

"Listen, no one is mad at you. What happened was not your fault." Will told him. "And Ironhide will get over it in time; he just needs to work out his anger."

The sparkling sighed and shook his head. "If only I could be helpful. I do nothing but get in everyone's way..."

Will grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him so that they were facing each other. "You are not in anyone's way. Do you hear me? You are just a kid right now; you're doing everything a kid is supposed to do." Will was sure that he had, had a talk like this once before with Sam. "When you grow up, then you can start to do more."

The sparkling's face plates shifted up a little as he smiled slightly. "Thank you Major... I mean Will."

The sparkling got up from his seat and started making his way to the exit of the mess hall. Will watched him as he went, and his eyes narrowed as the sparkling was stopped by one of the scientist. He couldn't hear what the man was telling the young bot, but he didn't stay long. He spoke for a moment before holding out his hand for the sparkling to shake then walked away in a hurry. Will watched the man leave and couldn't help but get an uneasy feeling from him.

'Who was that?' He asked himself.

He remembered being the one to examine all none military personnel when they were assigned to work there, but he couldn't remember who that man was. Deciding to find out, he got up and ran after the man. He got outside and looked around for a moment; the labs where to the right so he figured that was the best way to go in order to find the man. He ran in that direction as fast as he could trying to catch up to him. He knew that he wouldn't take a jeep or anything like it since the labs where not that far from the mess hall.

As he turned a corner he found the man resting against a wall with his phone pressed to his ear.

"Yes sir, I made contact with the new one." Will heard him say. "Yes, I put the devise on it, it didn't suspect a thing. It should activate any moment, then, it will be ready to be transported." Will clenched his fist and made his way closer to the man making sure to keep quiet. "Yes, I saw your men come in today. They should be able to get it out of here without anyone knowing about it." Will stopped a few feet behind the man. "Thank you sir. I look forward to getting out of this place. I don't trust these things as far as I could throw them."

Finally the man hung up the phone and turned around smiling. His smile didn't last long as his eyes fell on Will's scowling face. His eyes went wide and they started to move around quickly trying to find someplace to run. The cocking of a gun drew his attention back to the Major who now had his gun pointed at the man's head.

"Please, try and run." Will said with a firm look. "It would look bad if I killed a man in cold blood."

The scientist whimpered and held his hands up in surrender.

"That is what I thought you would do." Will said grabbing the man by his jacket and shirt. "Now be a good little cowered and tell me, what the hell did you do?"

The sparkling wandered through the base not really heading anywhere. He kept his head down as he thought about everything Will had said to him. Maybe he wasn't supposed to be all the helpful right now, but he promised himself that once he was older and able to he would help fight against the Decepticons no matter what. Stopping he placed his hand to his head and shook it a little.

'How did I know that?' He asked himself. 'Decepticons? Barricade? How do I know all this?' His confusion continued to grow as images began to flash across his processor.

A beat up old Camaro in a used car lot, running from the same 'Con that had attacked him and Bee. Hanging from Optimus's shoulder under a bridge just before falling. Running through a city with a heavy burning cube in his hands. A bright light as he looked into the face of the devil himself.

The sparkling shook his head but the images kept coming.

A large brick building, a brown skinned boy talking almost too fast to understand. An attack by a silver mech that had been human once before. Running, hanging from a car door. The fear as the devil loomed over him, Optimus... dying... A large old Decepticon helping him. Sand... so much sand... A tomb, large bodies contorted together. Protecting an important object, the hope, the satisfaction. Silver dust, disbelieving. A burning hope, more running. Fighting, him... dying? A bright light, warmth the voices.

Optimus alive again fighting for him... for everyone... His optics snapped open and his mouth hung open. Air entered his body fast and his spark pulsed quickly. He looked down at his hands and saw flashes of slightly tanned skin covering them; he could feel the ghost feeling of hair being pushed by wind. He gently put his hands to his face, moving them over every inch. Optics that where once brown eyes. Facial plates that where once smooth skin. Audio receptors that use to be ears.

'I... I was... human!' He thought to himself.

He looked down at himself and if he could he would cry. His hands moved over his body exploring the metal that was there instead of the flesh that had been there before.

"Wha... what happened?" He asked himself.

The sound of several boots behind him made him turn around. Standing there were several large soldiers that he had never seen before. Each looked stern and void of emotion. He started to get worried and took a few steps back but stopped when a strong tingling started coming from his right arm. The feeling got stronger and it wasn't long before he couldn't move his arm at all. He looked up at the men who hadn't moved at all, he turned and started to stagger away. But the feeling was starting to move to the rest of his body making it hard for him to stay up right. His legs fell from under him and he dropped to his knees. He kept trying to get away but wasn't getting far.

He finally lost all control over his body and fell forward. He tried to move, to speak but nothing was happening. His body was numb and he could see warning signs flashing across his vision along with static. He could hear the men getting closer and he soon saw the ground getting further away from him as several of them lifted him up. They began to move quickly as his vision continued to fade.

Huh, huh? You hate me right? Come on don't be afraid to admit it. I even hate myself a little.

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