A/N: So as usual, please give me feedback, and constructive criticism is always welcome (hint, hint)

(you may have noticed I switch from Barricade/Autobot/Mission city people's POV to Miles/OC/non-Mission City people's POV)

Unlike the last chapter, this one is almost from Barricades point of veiw.

"Barricade." Optimus greeted the former Decepticon stiffly, positioning himself so he could look directly into the other's red optics.

As Barricade returned the greeting, Ironhide walked behind him and picked up the weapons Barricade had discarded, giving them all a quick once-over before subspacing them. As he reached the final weapon, he picked it up carefully, taking a bit longer to examine it, before looking at Barricade with a calculating expression.

"Is something wrong, Ironhide?" Will asked his friend, curiously.

"No," the large mech replied, before subspacing the weapon and straightening up to fully face Barricade. "These are all your weapons?" He asked the Cruiser.

"Yes."

Optimus drew attention back to himself as he began to address Barricade, "As a defector, we will offer you sanctuary. However, we may also ask for intel, which you will be expected to give, to show your sincerity in your defection. You will also not be allowed to roam freely around our base and the city without an escort and you and your actions will be monitored closely for as long as we deem adequate." Barricade nodded in acquiesce as Optimus laid out the conditions. "Now, I believe, you told Bumblebee you have something to offer us."

"Yes Sir." Barricade had been trained like any other Decepticon, so like any other Decepticon, he respected (and feared) Prime. "My Exoskeleton is compatible with Jazz's. And as you are lacking in the spare parts needed to do this, I ask that you use me to bring him back."

Whatever Optimus had been expecting, it hadn't been that. He stood in silence for a few moments, and he wasn't the only one. It seemed like each person, both human and Cybertronian alike, were holding their breaths, waiting for Optimus's reaction.

When at last Optimus spoke, It was in a voice full of warning, "How do you know this?"

"I can feel it through the bond, sir."

This time the anger in Optimus's voice was very clear. "Barricade. You do not share a bond with Jazz, so please explain truthfully how you know this information."

"No sir, I do not share a bond with Jazz. Not directly." Nervously, Barricade glanced around the clearing to see where the other two Autobots were, in case he needed to escape. He noted with interest that Ironhide – famous for his dislike and distrust of Decepticons – was the most relaxed of the three. "My bond is with my brother. Through that bond we share, I could see through his bond with Jazz."

"Is that even possible?" Ironhide asked gruffly. "To feel another's reaction and bond through completely separate bond?"

"Bond? What is are these 'bond' things you lot keep talking about?" The dark skinned human asked. His comfortableness aroungd the Autobots led Barricade to assume he must have been part of the battle.

"A bond is a link between two of our kind," Barricade explained, "there are many types of bonds. I speak of the bond I share with my brother, a bond like all Cybertronian siblings share, a bond we have not used properly since the war began."

"Then why now?" The lighter skinned man, that had previously been speaking to Ironhide, asked him.

"At Jazz's death, my brother's pain was so great, It crashed through all of our firewalls." Barricade shivered at the memory, "Millennia of barriers built, one on top of the other, and they all came crashing down when he felt Jazz die."

"Why?" The human repeated.

"Because, when your bonded dies, and by this I mean your spark-bonded - much like your husband or wife - you can feel it through the bond you have created. My brother could feel it though the bond he and Jazz shared. When Jazz was ripped in two, the agony my brother felt was worse than any pain I have ever known." He looked at the two larger mechs regarding him silently.

"If I can help Jazz, it will help my brother, and he will no longer be feeling this constant agony." By this time Barricade was pleading with Optimus, "Please, please, let me do this for Prowl?"

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