wow, it's been how long since I've updated this?

Well, I was reorganizing my fiction folder on my computer and discovered several new chapters to this.

err... if anyone is even reading this.

Anywat, here you go. Reviews are much appreciated. Thanks.

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HighRoad tried to ignore the looks he got from the Autobots as he plodded back to Prime's office. I may have just been his imagination, perhaps he was imagining the glares he'd gotten? He shook the thought out of his head as he keyed in the access code. He glanced over his shoulder to see Prowl following him on one side, and Ironhide on the other. The door slid open and he looked up from the floortiles, talking half a step back in suprise.

Optimus Prime glanced up from the datapad he was reading. "HighRoad." he greeted. "Was there something you needed to discuss with me so bad you used my own acces code to get in?"

"Uh, uh, er, I, um, sir, ah" Highroad stumbled around to try to find the words. But Prowl cut in with. "We had not realised you had returned, sir." Prime nodded, looking to ironhide. "Hagh-rowd stopped the cons from usin their newest spacebridge. We kicked their butts raght." he declared in that southern drawl of his. The rust-colored mech clapped a hand on the Prime-mimic's shoulder, making HighRoad jump. "Hagh-rowd here is good leader, that's fer shore." Prime's optics twinkled at the declaration, he was smiling behind that face mask of his. "Is this true, Highroad?" he tried to make his voice sound serious, instead of amused like it was. It was funny because the "good leader", as Ironhide had put it, currently looked like the proverbial deer in th headlights. "Yessir, I mean I went, we went, we found... the cons were..." he swallowed.

Prowl now stepped in with "As much as I am against letting your "twin" here run things around the base while you are gone, he did indeed find and stop the Decepticons from using their newest spacebridge." he nodded. "We also discovered some new information about the new group of mechs." he glanced at HighRoad before continuing. "We have reason to believe they are working with the Decepticons." the two mechs gently pushed HighRoad into Prime's office so the door could shut behind them, giving them a little more privacy.

Prime looked suprised at this. "Are you sure they are working with the Decepticons? and what happened to the spacebridge after the Deceptiucons left it?" he asked.

"Well," HighRoad started. "I think Megatron and Starscream were on Cybertron because they came back through the spacebridge with another mech, but the other mech, a seeker of some kind, was wearing a different symbol that wasn't the Decepticon symbol. And we blew up the spacebridge after they left." Prime simply nodded. "I will be expecting a full report of the event while I was gone." he looked at Prowl and Ironhide. "From all three of you." a chorus of "Yes Sir" was his reply. Prime stood and nodded to them. "Dismissed." They walked out, and Prime thought for a second. If this new group were Decepticons, why had one of them risked his life to rescue Spike? perhaps their allegiance had changed since they got here. He was certain they were going to find out just what was going on.

HighRoad glanced around then answered his beeping comm. "HighRoad here." he answered. "It's me, Kat, come meet me outside." HighRoad's optics widened slightly. She hadn't been at the battle, but what if the Autobots thought she was a Decepticon? he hurried outside and looked around, but no sign of her. "Where are you?" he asked into his comm. The little blue four-door car zoomed around some rock to stop a few meters away from him. "I'm right here." she said. HighRoad switched off his comm and walked over.

"What're you doing here? did you know the Autobots all think you're a Decepticon now?" he asked, stress lacing his voice. "I know." the blue car swaid, voice serious. "That's what I came to talk to you about." HighRoad sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Come on, get in." Wyldkat popped a door open. HighRoad glanced around. "No, not out here. If I change, the Decepticons could see." he glanced over his shoulder at the mountain. "Not to mention the He looked back at his friend. "Gotchya." Wyldkat shut her door and started to drive towards the woods at the back of the mountain. HighRoad followed and Transformed.

Meanwhile, inside the Ark's security office, Red Alert narrowed his optics at the viewscreen. Something was going on, and he didn't like it. He brought up the external security camera controls and followed the pait until they were out of sight over the nearby ridge. Then huffed. "something is going on, and I'm going to find out." he promised the now-empty screen.

Wyldkat and HighRoad reached where the landscape sloped downward slightly into the bowl of an old lake bed before the forest, and Wyldkat stopped, transforming. HighRoad did so as well. The blue car glanced back at the mountain and walked down into the bowl. "I think it's safe to talk here." she said. HigRoad sat down on a nearby rock. "Kat, what's going on? who are those people, and why are you back? I thought you'd had enough of the fighting." he asked. The blue car glanced over at him, then down at her clasped hands. "What can I say, I missed you. And they're not really Decepticons." She looked up at the sky just in time to catch a glimpse of something metallic reflecting the sunlight. "I can't stay and talk. I gave Prime some information on my new friends." she stood. "I think one of them just flew over." she glanced at where she had seen the sparkle of light.

"Look, I can tell you this," she walked over and took his hands in his. "They're neutrals, not Decepticons. I'm trying to work out a way to get them to come to us, but they're not very trusting. If the Autobots went driving over to their base, they'd probably try to attack them." She shook her head as he stood, pulling her into an embrace. "Wyldkat, you know you can trust me." That was all he could find to say. Both of them knew their bond ran deeper than that. She had been his car, his first car. Brought back from the junkyard, quite literally before they both became Transformers. He had talked to that car long before she could ever hear him. Ranted into ther dashboard, cried into her steering wheel. He had spent ever last dime he had trying to fix problems with that car. She was no ordinary car. She was *his* car.

"I know." she smiled, leaning into his embrace. "And I know, I can tell you anything." she pulled away. "But this time, you have to trust me, okay?" he smiled, caressing the side of her face. His most trusted companion. He could do that, trust her, as she allways trusted him. He nodded. "Allright." his optics widened slightly as he jokingly added "Just don't get into any more trouble, okay?" Wyldkat chuckled. "Oh, I won't, you know me." she blinked one optic to wink at him playfully. "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of." he laughed. She giggled too, and transformed, driving away. He commed her as she started to drive away. "By the way, it's good to have you back. I've missed you." he said. "I missed you too. See you later, HighRoad." she ened the conversation, and headed for home.

Meanwhile, Scythe stood at the base's main computer, watching the viewscreen thoughtfully. His emotions flickered from "This is going better than I had hoped" to "What was she thinking", and more than a little suprise when he saw the Autobot leader caress her face like that. "What is going on, I wonder?" he asked himself softly. The sound of a car's engine interrupted his thoughts, though. "Ah, Wyldkat." he turned. "Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked, noticing how she almost imperceptively tensed. He motioned to the monitor. "I, ahm, I was just talkign to the Autobot leader." she shrugged. "Really?" Scythe tilted his head. He was almost tempted to show the video of her exchanging "pleasantries" with the Autobot leader, just to see her reaction, but decided to save it. He would hear her story first, to see if it differed from what he had seen.

"We were just..." Wyldkat sighed and glanced around. She didn't want the fliers to hear this. Razer and Dusk would not doubt be *very* displeased to hear this. And Backdraft... She didn't even want to think about him. "Look, we're... kind of good friends. I didn't tell you before, because I didn't want you to ask me what information I have on the Autobots and try to use it against them." she took a few steps to the right, turned, took three steps to the left. Scythe simply watched.

"They're.. good mechs, they're just trying to defend the Earth from the Decepticons." she looked at him. "And how do you know this?" he folded his arms. "Well, I was kind of... I've been there a couple of times when they've gone to stop the Decepticons, and I've seen them..." she paused "I've seen them run into a collapsing building to save humans, even when the Decepticons are allready chased away. I've seen them stay after a fight to help put out fires and make sure everyone is okay, even clean up their messes they've made, or the Decepticons have made after a fight." she started pacing again. "I just... I don't know." she shrugged, "I don't have any real information, like access codes or anything that could help you, I mean, if you really did want to sneak into their base." she shrugged again.

Scythe shifted his weight. "Are you telling them about us?"

She looked at him, then shook her head. "No. They don't know who the group is, or where we're from." Scythe nodded. "Wyldkat," he walked up "Are you on their side? do you want to help them capture or otherwise subjegate us?" She stopped pacing. "No, of sourse not!" the blue car looked suprised, even mildly offended. Scythe simply nodded, face still a blank mask devoid of emotion. "Why are you flirting with the Autobot leader?"

Mild sputtering followed. "Whu-what?" Wyldkat looked at the motior screen. "Oh, he saw" she thought. "We were... he was concerned for my well-being." she said, almost flatly. "I see." Scythe walked over and turned the monitor off. "That is all. I will speak with you again later." He stood in front of the computer, rms folded. "Oh, okay. Later then." Wyldkat walked out, and headed for the barracks. She breathed a proverbial sigh of relief. She might have managed to get out of that one, but she had a feeling things weren't going to get much easier. She wished they had never met Razer and Dusk. Things would be easier. She would be able to introduce her group to HighRoad and possibly...

"Waitaminute!" she stopped dead in her tracks. HighRoad had been the first one to enter this dimension. Maybe he knew how they could get home? she hadn't seen many of he other Revolutions, HighRoad's team. "Nah." she continued walking. They were probably out on patrol or something. She rubbed a hand over her face wearily. Maybe in the future she would meet with HighRoad again and ask him, but she couldn't so that anytime soon. She knew the fliers would be watching. Or the base's spy camera, a satellite surveilance system which could see anywhere within several hundred miles. She guess (or hoped, rather), that it was the flash she had seen, the satellite being launched.