Yo! Chapter 2 is now up. Happy day!

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"So you're telling me that two additional cons have joined Starscream?" I sat on a medical table that Ratchet had repaired me on, the dents banged out with a wrench and my paint shining brightly again. I was happy to be clean. "I thought you would've already located and taken them out by now."

Bulkhead was already swooning over me. I was uncomfortable with the looks he was giving me, but I was use to it. Arcee looked a bit bothered by it though. Neither one of us were comfortable with another femme around. It's a dominance thing I guess.

My father didn't give me an answer. He just gave me a look as if he said 'you know we can't'. I knew better than to question him further. My father is scary when he's pissed. I sighed in defeat.

By the time the 3 humans had arrived from school I was already situated in the base and lying on my berth, staring at the ceiling in thought. I heard the enthusiasm of a female human asking about me and where I was. I was thoroughly annoyed to begin with from my earlier encounter with the two cons.

A knock came to my door not even 5 minutes later. It was a heavy knock, meaning it came from the biggest mech here. I remained silent until he eventually sighed. Another set of footsteps made their way here, followed by a deep and booming voice.

"She isn't answering her door, Optimus. I think she may be in a bad mood." Bulkhead's voice was easy to pick out. The accent was that of a warrior that's seen better days before the war started. He also sounded like Breakdown's best friend even though I know they now see opposites to the war.

"I'll take care of her, Bulkhead. I need to speak with her alone."

One word came to my mind when I heard my father's voice say what he said and it's not a word I'd like to repeat or say. Bulkhead's heavy footsteps left my door and my father's lighter and more gentle footing stopped at my door before he knocked on it. I immediately got up and opened the door.

"May I?" He wanted to come into my room. He always did during our private talks. The last time he wanted to talk to me alone was before I was shipped off to Prime training when I was a younger femme in the teenage years. I complied and left the door open so he could come in. I sat on the edge of my bed as the door closed.

"I had heard about the training sessions you went through on Cybertron." Here we go. Another lecture. It didn't help that Sentinel Prime was not only my mentor but my grandfather at the same time. It ment my father heard everything. An I mean EVERYTHING. "You didn't choose a sparkmate when yo-"

"I didn't think it was important." I answered before he could finish. He hated when I did this. It always ticked him off. But I didn't care.

"Continuing the Prime family line is the most important thing you can do, Lunar. You may be the last Prime in our line, but it doesn't give you an excuse to blow up our rules of mating age. Even if you're a femme."

I inwardly rolled my optics. Here we go. Another Prime lecture. I swear he's just like my grandfather. Lectures, silent treatments and stern warm-sparked punishments. I hope I'm not like that at their age.

"Back when I met your mother, I wasn't even of age yet. Your mother wouldn't have been proud of your decisions." I got angry at his choice of come back. I was ready to snap at any second. "If she were in your position-"

"Don't you dare bring her up." He froze, sensing the anger that was passed down throughout the Prime family. He then drew in an intake of air and sighed.

"I'm just trying to prove a point. Here." He handed me a necklace. I had remembered it well. After seeing her pass with my own optics, I had lost it in the confusion when my father was trying to push me back to safety. Memories flooded back into my processor. "I found this before we left."

I took it without saying anything and shoved it into a case I had made for it back then, locking it with a combination and key so it wouldn't be stolen. I had managed to keep my emotional barrier up until he left my room, making sure he was gone before I started to silently cry by myself.

I didn't have a shoulder to cry on anymore...

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