This…this was my weird dream… I have no idea where this came from, but it's become one heck of a story.

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Teaming Up

WASHINGTON D.C., NOON, MID-AUGUST

I look around the area in Washington D.C. I know Optimus is coming back today, so I'm watching the skies. From where I'm standing on the roof of a two-story building—a rather stupid place seeing as I cannot fly—well, I can but I don't because, like a Teen Titan I learned about through TV, my powers are controlled with emotions, and I'll lose control—I can see a man who is no doubt some kind of terrorist, the Cybertronian-Human rescue team we located on an island off the coast of Maine—now waiting for us in front of a military base with their family(s)—the Burns' and the Greene's—a C-17 approaching from the east—I know it's carrying the girl I met when I was looking for a safe place to hide Optimus, Bumblebee, and the rescue squad, and the newly-arrived Yeager family, with Bumblebee. I've spent the last four years with the rescue team, getting to know the bots and their human partners, and teaching the town's scientist what I know about their planet and their kind. Much to my surprise, the second-youngest on the rescue team was far more eager than the Greene's ever were to learn about their culture, their science—even their medicine—and is currently testing a theory we had—on himself.

I spare the obvious tele-terrorist a final glance before turning to the Yeager family.

The man—Graham Burns—turns to me. "How do you plan to get down?"

I turn to him. "I…hadn't thought that far."

"Shey!"

"Hey, Bee!" I shrug when he walks over and climbs up to get me. "A good a way as any."

"What are you doing up here, Star?"

"Watching for Optimus."

Bumblebee sets us on the ground. "He's almost here. I got a message to meet him here."

"Slag." The two—plus the Yeager family—turn to me. "Tele-terrorist against the Autobots is right over there. I've been watching him, and he mentioned 'Hide a few minutes ago."

"Guess he doesn't know Hide's dead."

"Guess not."

"You can understand Bumblebee?"

I shrug. "Star Healer can. I'm the Star Healer." I wrap a hand around the ring I wear on a necklace when I'm not using it. I've been a Green Lantern for the last nine years, but rarely have to use my ring because I'm the Star Healer.

"I know, but—"

"I see him!"

"OPTIMUS!"

"Quiet! You don't want that terrorist to kill him, do you?"

"Good point." I run over as he lands. "Optimus."

Optimus kneels to me. "Starlight. It has been a long time."

"Longer to me." I hug his arm. "Primus, I missed you."

He turns to the military base. "Why is the rescue team here?"

"I have a safe place for you all to stay. The televised terrorist over there is proof America isn't safe for you all anymore. I've got some Ranger friends on a Hong Kong base of sorts that is going to shelter us until its safe again. The C-17 is taking us there. Quickly! He's got some kind of weapon that can hurt you!"

Graham sighs. "I—"

I sigh heavily before laying a hand on his shoulder. "I know. You got sick on a teeter-totter. I get sick on a swing. If we had the time to talk that over, we'd do it. Right now, Optimus is in danger of being killed, and we need him." I sigh. "But I don't do well if I can't see out, so we're both gonna have some troubles on this flight." I run toward the plane. "Everyone, on the plane. We're getting you all to safety."

"Sheyenne."

"Mako. Nice to see you again. Everything set up?"

"We're ready."

PLANE

We're all sitting on the sides of the C-17 with the bots in the center, in their robot forms. Blades looks miserable, but I know from staying with them that Blades has motion sickness, same as Graham, Kade, and myself. Kade, thankfully, isn't as bad off as Graham, and is used to riding in Heatwave, so this is more of an enjoyable experience. I'm doing what I can to help the others, which keeps my mind off my own nausea.

Graham groans before leaning his head on the side of the plane.

I turn to him worriedly. "Graham?" I sigh. "Chase, throw me a motion sickness bag. I think he's gonna need one here in a minute." I catch the bag and hand it to Graham. "Just try to relax. You'll be all right." I turn to Blades, who has Dani rubbing his rotors, trying to help him relax. "How's he doing?"

Dani sighs. "He'll be all right. Unlike Graham, he hasn't had anything today."

I glance over to Graham. "How's he been doing?"

"He won't tell us anything, but I have noticed that he and Boulder seem to be going to Doc's a lot more."

"We started an experiment last month, with Cybertronian medicine. He wanted to be the, er, test subject."

"Combining Cybertronian and human DNA? With Graham?" She shakes her head. "How was that even possible?"

I sigh. "Cybertronian biology."

"Then you'd be better at handling it."

"Well, Duh." I sigh heavily. "I'm just…worried." I reach over and rub Blades' rotors gently. "You'll be all right, Blades."

"Just let me know when we're landing."

I sigh softly. "We still have an hour or two, Blades. You'll be all right." We turn at a sound. "I just hope Graham will." I pat his rotors one more time before running to the other side of the plane. "Graham?"

"I'll be okay."

"Anything I can do?" He sighs before shaking his head. "Try to keep your head down and relax. We're trying to get there as soon as we can." He nods slightly before leaning on me. "Try to get some rest. You'll be all right."

HONG KONG

The plane lands near the Shatterdome. I help Graham out before turning to the others. "Kade will love this place."

Cody sighs. "Tell me about it."

I sigh. "Well, let's get inside. There's more than enough craziness in there for me to handle."

"What do you mean?"

"Why would Kade enjoy this place?"

I shake my head as I lead them inside. "Calm yourself, Blades. I'm the one who has to deal with it—well, Doc Greene, Graham, and I do. 'Wave, it's from Pacific Rim. I only watched the movie for the giant robots—they're even bigger than Optimus. Kade, on the other hand, went nuts about the kaiju."

"Who's this?"

I turn to see five teens. "Joy."

"What's wrong?"

"Boulder, you'd better let Graham inside or there's going to be some nuclear trouble soon."

"What?"

I turn to Charlie—their father, and a police chief—with a sigh. "Those teens were in a story I read." I turn to Blades. "That doesn't happen as a rule." I turn back to Charlie. "They're Jaegers—they became sentient in the story." I turn to Cade and Tessa. "Different kind of Jaeger." I sigh before turning back to Charlie. "Gipsy Danger, Coyote Tango, Cherno Alpha, Crimson Typhoon, and Striker Eureka—this is why Mako needs Doc, Graham, and I. Coyote has a leak in his reactor, and because they're techno-organic now, they need me." I turn to Gipsy. "Is the boat-bat still there?"

"Yep."

"Boat-bat?"

I turn to Blades. "She used a boat as a bat to stop Otachi." I turn to Kade. "And if you say one damn thing about Humungado or Ravenous—or one of those in Pacific Rim—I swear I will slap you. Blades is going to be freaked enough about the—"

Blades interrupts me with a startled yell. "Kaiju are real!"

I roll my eyes. "Like I just said."

"I am afraid much has happened since I was here."

I sigh. "Ya ain't kiddin', either." I sigh. "I'm surprised it's only been four years." I turn back to Mako. "I need you to take them to their rooms. Graham will room with me. We're going to see about the jaeger teens." I rub the back of my neck as I turn to the Jaeger teens. "One or all of you may want to kill me now, but…" I turn back to Mako. "Are there enough pieces in Oblivion Bay to build a new Jaeger?"

Blades gasps. "What!?"

Tessa glares at me. "You're crazy!"

I roll my eyes. "You heard me, and no, I'm not. I may be afraid, but I'm no coward, and if the teens are back, then we'll definitely need another damned jaeger. Their pilots have been coming back, and if I'm not mistaken—" I turn to see a hoard of people. "Damn." I sigh before starting introductions. "Tamsin and Stacker—Coyote Tango. I was just about to check his reactor. Chuck Hansen, son of the Marshall—Striker Eureka. Sasha and Aleksis—Cherno Alpha. Yancy Becket—Gipsy Danger. The Wei Tang Triplets—Crimson Typhoon. Survivors, but with the suddenly revived; Raleigh Becket, Mako Mori—pilots to Gipsy Danger, and Marshall Hercules Hansen, pilot to Striker Eureka." I turn to the rescue team. "To continue, the Cybertronians: Blades, partnered to Dani Burns; Boulder, partnered to Graham Burns; Chase, partnered to Charlie Burns; and Heatwave, partnered to Kade Burns. Doc Ezra Greene, his daughter Francine—she prefers Frankie—and Charlie's youngest son Cody. Optimus Prime, my current assigned guardian, and Bumblebee, guardian to Cade and Tessa Yeager, and Tessa's boyfriend Shane."

"Where's Graham? You only pointed to—"

I roll my eyes at Gipsy. "He's inside Boulder."

Chief Burns turns to his family. "The rest of you, get into your bots. Cody, Doc, get in Chase. Frankie, get in Blades with Dani. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

I roll my eyes at Charlie, but hold back the snarky comments about how it was just for Graham's sake. "Optimus just got back from space. He more than likely has some radiation on him, because they did before." I shake my head and turn to Mako. "Take them to their rooms. Boulder, Graham, and I will check on Coyote." I smile. "I know he must be important to you." I shrug. "After all, he saved you from Onibaba."

"How does she know all this?"

I sigh heavily. "It's my favorite movie, Kade. If you took time to hang with the bots, Cody, and I, like Graham did, you'd know that."

"You like kaiju?"

I glare at him. "No, I like giant fraggin' robots—like 'Wave, or Gipsy Danger." I sigh. "Now go with Mako."