The families came over to bury there dead Optimus held a large funeral for all. The families all wept for their lost loved ones. That was a sad day for all. 20 were killed, but thanks to Electrofrost that was all who were killed.

"This day is a day for mourning for the loved ones we have lost," started Optimus. "Some have lost friends, some brother, some sisters, some sons, some daughters. It is not easy to forget, I should know, but one day their deaths will not go in vain. Because of a certain femme many were saved. Because of her sacrifice she saved many."

"Electrofrosts family was there and they mourned her greatly. She was part of a large family and she was the youngest as well, her eldest sister Aquafrost was there as well. She was the wife of Scavenger and mother of Blurr.

She missed her baby sister dearly. Her husband Scavenger, and son Blurr were with her, but Hot Shot never saw them for he didn't care to look upon any family that day. He was sad as well, but he let his anger take hold of him and now he was glad that he was being shipped off to the army he wanted to take down as many decepticons as he could. He wanted revenge.

There were many there that had lost only children and this greatly angered Electrofrost's family for they had a large family.

"So you're saying since we have other children we can afford to loose a child?!" cried her mother in rage.

"Calm down," said her father. "We have come here to mourn for our daughter not to fight . . . there has been enough fighting as it is."

"You're right."I'm sorry," she said as she started to cry for her lost child.

When they buried the dead all went home to try and forget that horrible day. The only one who was last there was Hot Shot. He stood over their graces and let his anger take hold of him.

"I swear I'll avenge you guys," he said. "I swear to Primus I'll kill as many of decepticons as I can. I promise."

After that day ended Hot Shot was shipped to the army where he was put in a small unit away from the hard war, but that did not stop Hot Shot from fighting. He would, on countless occasions, get the unit into trouble with the decepticons and they would have to fight them, but Hot Shot led them to victory every time. He had only spent a millennia there, but he became greatly known among the transformers, both autobot and decepticon. Hot Shot had made a name for himself like he wanted to.

Many wanted Hot Shot in their unit, squad, but he was mostly wanted by Optimus. He wanted Hot Shot close to him and out of harm and he knew that one day Hot Shot's anger would get him killed, but so far Hot Shot had not responded to Optimus' proposal. At 16,000 years of age Hot Shot was given a young soldier to train. Even though all his commanders knew he was too young to take an apprentice they gave him to Hot Shot anyways.

His name was Wheeljack and he greatly admired Hot Shot. He was skilled, but they wanted Hot Shot to improve him a bit and Hot Shot trued. He showed great potential. Everything was going well for the two.

One day on Cybertron when they fought in battle the battle went terribly wrong. Too many decepticons were there when they shouldn't have been. They called in reinforcements and Optimus' unit came to their aid since he was the closest. One of the decepticons by the name of Starscream had lit the battle field with fire and it scorched everything.

Hot Shot and Wheeljack were caught in the middle of it and trued to make their ways back to the autobots through the falling debris. The decepticons had retreated and the autobots tried to control the fire, but it was no use. As Hot Shot and Wheeljack made their way through the flames the side of a tower fell and landed on Wheeljack. Hot Shot tried to pry it off him, but he was too weak.

"It's no use Wheeljack I'll have to get help," said Hot Shot standing up.

"Wait Hot Shot, don't leave me," he pleaded.

"I'll come back I promise," he said.

"Okay," he bowed his head. "I'll be waiting."

So Hot Shot ran to find help. He found his unit and told them of the situation, but they did not want him to go back.

"No Hot Shot. The unit is more important than a single soldier," said his commander.

"What?! No I have to go back for him I promised!" Hot Shot cried struggling to go back to the flames.

They then punched him and he fell.

"No," cried Hot Shot as he bowed his head. "Wheeljack."

He then grew angry and got up and ran back into the flames.

"Don't Hot Shot you'll get killed!" they cried but he was gone.

Optimus then came and said-

"Hurry we have to get those flames under control!"

Optimus saw his hesitation and asked-

"Is there a problem soldier?"

"It just . . . Wheeljack and Hot Shot are trapped in the flames . . . we've lost them," he said.

"Then go after them!" said Optimus his anger rising.

"The unit is more important than two soldiers," he said crossing his arms.

Optimus' mind went straight back to that horrible night when he had thought he lost Hot Shot to the flames. His anger then took hold of him and he hit the commander, knocking him down.

"How dare you say that?! Nothing is more important than a soldier's life and Hot Shot IS MY SON!!"

Optimus then ran into the flames to find them. He lost him once to the flames and he would not lose him again. He looked everywhere for them, but they were nowhere to be seen only a roaring fire.

"Hot Shot, Wheeljack!" he called, but he heard nothing.

He then ran deeper into the fire and there he found Hot Shot passed out on the floor.

"Hot Shot!" he gasped as he picked him up and held him in his arms.

He was overheated and his circuits nearly fried beyond reconditioning.

"Don't worry Hot Shot . . . I'll get you out of here," said Optimus looking at his son in his arms.

He couldn't find Wheeljack, but Hot Shot was found and immediately tended to. Optimus waited for news of his son's condition. Hot Shot would be alright, but he needed plenty of rest. Optimus never left him side, but before Hot Shot awoke he left to speak with the high council.

When Hot Shot awoke he was so ashamed that he didn't save his friend.

I promised, he thought to himself. I promised I would save him, but I couldn't. I'm not worth being called an autobot.

As he thought to himself Optimus entered and saw him awake.

"Hot Shot you're awake!" he said with an unseen smile. "I'm glad you're well. That fire could have killed you."

But Hot Shot turned his head away from him and hid his sad face.

"Hot Shot?" said Optimus taking a step closer to him.

"Why didn't you just let me burn with Wheeljack?" asked Hot Shot his voice low with sadness.

"Because I treasure all life," said Optimus. "Even yours."

"But why didn't you save Wheeljack?! He's got a right to live just as much as I!" Cried Hot Shot turning to Optimus with tears staining his face. "He was so young. He didn't deserve to die!"

"So are you. Hot Shot I couldn't find him," said Optimus. "I only found you. Wheeljack was nowhere in sight.

"I should have burned instead of him!" he cried gazing at the ceiling.

Optimus hated seeing his son like this. He wished he could comfort him, but with his attitude he would probably not let him anywhere near him. So Optimus just left him there.

"Why?" gasped Hot Shot, his tears making a long streak down his face.

He was only 17,000 years old. He was too young to be like this, too young. Optimus knew Hot Shot would not go with him and he didn't want to force him, but he wanted Hot Shot with him. For the longest time Hot Shot was depressed.

Optimus watched him closely. It reminded him of the time when Hot Shot lost his adopted father Geargadget. It pained him to see Hot Shot like this and not being able to do anything about it. The high council told him to just take him, but Optimus was not like that.

"Optimus we respect your ways, but Hot Shot is your own son. He is heir to the matrix . . . a Prime. You need to take him and train him to be ready to receive the matrix. He cannot linger the way he is," they said.

"I want him to accept my proposal by telling me," said Optimus. "I will not force him to do something he doesn't want to do."

"Then you better persuade him Optimus . . . SOON," they said.

Optimus let Hot Shot be for now. He knew he wanted space to mourn for his lost comrade.

"You'd think he lost his first man," said Jetfire gazing at the depressed Hot Shot.

"You don't understand Jetfire," said Optimus also looking at Hot Shot. "They were as close as brothers . . . to him they were brothers."

Hot Shot sat alone in a dark corner. His head was down and you could hardly see his optics.

"I'm going to talk to him," said Optimus leaving Jetfire's side.

He came and sat by Hot Shot, but Hot Shot just inched away from him.

"Hot Shot?" said Optimus looking at the young yellow mech with concerned optics.

Hot Shot just turned his head away from him.

"Why won't you talk to me?" he asked touching Hot Shot's shoulder.

But Hot Shot flicked Optimus away.

"Can't you see I want to be left alone?!" Hot Shot said placing his hands upon his face.

"I won't leave you alone Hot Shot," he said straightening. "It has been too long for mourning Hot Shot. You cannot blame yourself for his death."

"But can't you see that it was all my fault?!" Hot Shot cried. "I should be dead with him . . . It would be better anyways."

Optimus then grew scared and grabbed Hot Shot firmly by the arms so that he would look at him.

"Don't think like that Hot Shot. Never give up on life!" he said.

"Leave me alone!!" Hot Shot cried running away from Optimus.

Hot Shot ran past Jetfire nearly knocking him over. Optimus came and stopped next to Jetfire watching Hot Shot disappear into the darkness.

"I want so much to tell him Jetfire, but he is far from ready," sighed Optimus with a sad sigh.

"I know Optimus . . . I know," sighed Jetfire.

Days had past and still Optimus tried to talk to him, but he did not want to be near no one. He wanted everyone to leave him alone. One day Optimus came to Hot Shot and when he tried to run Optimus wouldn't let him.

"Hot Shot I want you to hear me out," Optimus said trying to look Hot Shot in the optics. "I have tried to wait for you to answer my proposal, but I know you are too stubborn to come to me, so I am coming to you. Hot Shot I want you to join my squad not just because you're good, but you need it. I promise I will not force you to do something you don't want to do, and never will I give you anything I now you're not ready for."

Hot Shot turned his head away, but Optimus turned it back to his.

"Look me in the optics Hot Shot so I know you know that I will promise to be everywhere you want me to be," he said.

"Will you?" asked Hot Shot looking at Optimus with watery blue optics and a shaky voice from not talking in so long and of sadness.

Optimus was glad that he spoke. It had been a long time since he had. Optimus smiled and his voice began to shake as he began to talk-

"All you have to do is take my hand Hot Shot."

He held out his hand and waited for Hot Shot to take it. He waited and hoped he would take it. He prayed he would take it. Hot Shot's hand slowly inched towards his till finally . . . he took it.

Optimus squeezed his hand so he wouldn't let go and pulled him into a hug. Hot Shot then let out all his sadness and wept on Optimus. Optimus held him close and let him cry. He comforted his son.

That day was the last day Hot Shot ever felt alone.

Hot Shot's girl: Well here's the next chapter. It is five in the morning and I'm tired and my fingers hurt. I'll try and update as soon as possible, but it may take a while so yea.