Hey guys! I am so, so sorry about the long wait. I've been really busy with school starting back up a few weeks ago. I probably won't be able to update very often now, just so you all know. Lots of homework, you know how it is.

Anyways, here are some replies to reviews.

11guest11: I don't mind your random thoughts. Yeah, her hair will look just like it did when she was human, only it'll be the same wires as Brains has in DOTM. If you want to see what that looks like, google Madison Pettis 2013. You'll get somewhat of an idea. The telekinesis works kind of like in chronicle, but she can only control machines. It's all really just atom manipulation. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

San child of the wolves: Glad you're liking the story. And here's a little spoiler, Sunny and Sides, will be coming soon, along with a few other Autobots. Enjoy the new chapter.

RaphaelplusMikey: I might just do that. Hop you enjoy the chapter.

Guest: Yes, Soulsong will meet the other 'Cons very soon. I think you'll enjoy this chapter.

IMPORTANT: I have revised a little bit of the first three chapters and prologue. The timeline of the story has changed now, and there will be things in this chapter that will contradict what you've already read in the previous chapters. I suggest you re-read those chapters to avoid any confusion.

ALSO IMPORTANT: I've created my first poll. It's about the soon-to-arrive Autobots, so go to my profile after you finish this chapter. I NEED FEEDBACK!

CONTEST: I'd very much like to see your interpretation of what exactly Soulsong looks like. So, create a picture of her and submit it to me (through a link in a review or post it on deviantart, doesn't matter, so long as I can find it) before the end of October. Whoever wins, their picture will become the title image of MDLCT and I will write a one-shot about Soulsong doing whatever said winner wants. (within reason)

Legend:

"Normal Speech"

Dream/Vision/Normal Thoughts

"Bumblebee Speech/Cybertronian"

:::Bond Speech:::

Enjoy

Chapter 4

Needless to say, Fowler wasn't exactly happy about the Autobots raising their version of a baby in the base. Once Optimus and Ratchet had explained everything they knew about me, including my significance to their race, the government agent relented, albeit begrudgingly. He was still pretty steamed, and left here muttering something about a robo-daycare.

My inner child can't seem to understand why he's so mad. She's worried he just doesn't like me. My inner teenage girl, however, understands that his superiors probably wouldn't be very pleased if they found out the only effective line of defense they have against the 'Cons are raising a child. Fowler probably sees me as a distraction, if not a liability. Well, he will get used to me in time. After all, he got used to the kids on the show after a while. Besides, I'll be an adult in a little under a year. I've no intention of becoming a soldier like the rest of the Autobots, but I'll still be able to help in my own way.

A few days later, the M.E.C.H. incident took place. I am really, really steamed because I somehow managed to nap through most of it, and the parts I didn't sleep through were spent playing with my toys in my sparkling berth. I did try to ask Ratchet what was going on, but he just told me everything was fine before dampening our bond. My inner teenaged girl knew something was up, but my inner child decided it was nothing that should concern me. So, I played with my toys for awhile until I fell asleep again.

In hindsight, I suppose I could have just warped to the main hanger, but my inner child was impossible to overpower.

I was still in power-down when Ratchet finally came into our quarters. I could tell he was not planning to wake me, but I have always been a relatively light sleeper. All it took were the sounds of his big metal pedes hitting the floor and I was awake. I sat up in my sparkling berth and rubbed my optics to get the remaining traces of sleep out of them, but Ratchet picked me up before I had regained my vision. When I took my hands from my optics, the first thing I saw was an energon cube, which I gladly accepted. Ratchet sat down on his berth as he fed me, and explained what had been going on.

I couldn't really say I was mad at him. I remembered the first episode involving M.E.C.H. very well, and there isn't much I could have done to help. Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad that I missed the whole thing, but Ratchet had the best intentions. He does not like the fact that I came into this world in the midst of a war. He told me that when war first broke out on Cybertron, the planet was evacuated of all families with sparklings, younglings, and the adults who either raised them or simply wanted nothing to do with the war. These cybertronian are called neutrals. Ratchet explained that the ships took the neutrals to different planets to colonize until the war was over. He did not know very much about the planets themselves, other than a friend of his had gone to a planet called Velocitron. I was immediately reminded of Transformers: Cybertron from the Unicron Trilogy.

When I was finished with the energon, my dad sat me on his berth and we played with my toys until it was time for us both to power-down for the night. It was surprising to witness Ratchet play with a sparkling as though he had been doing so his entire life. Perhaps he had worked at a sparkling center for a short before becoming a medic. I would have to remember to ask him in the future.

For now, I was content with lying on his chest plates as we both drifted into recharge.

I awoke about four and a half hours later. I had been speaking to Primus in the Dreamscape again, and I knew what I had to do. Right now.

I could feel the warm, secure embrace of my adoptive creator as he recharged. As pleasant as it was, I could not stay here all night. Moving his arms would risk rousing him from power-down, and that was a big no-no. Instead, I shuttered my optics, pictured the top of this base, and transwarped out Ratchet's hold.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with the beautiful sight of star-filled night sky with a luminous full moon. I could easily sit here all night, just gazing at all the stars. I had never been able to see this many stars from the house from my human life. My family had lived in a suburb just a bit too close to a city. Living in the middle of nowhere certainly had its perks.

Focus. I told myself. I shuttered my optics and concentrated on the energy in my spark that stemmed from its very core- the Allspark. When the energy had built up enough, I opened my mouth, releasing a sound - a signal - that would draw in any Autobot forces within a million light-year radius. No one on Earth would be able receive this signal, so my family wouldn't know until the nearest Autobots had arrived. Decepticons wouldn't notice the signal either; it was a custom signal only I was capable of emitting. Only Autobot vessels would be capable of receiving it.

I sent out the signal for about a minute and a half. When I was done, I was exhausted. I had just enough energy to warp back into Ratchet's arms. As far as he would know, I had never even emerged from power-down.

As I began to slip into a blissful power-down, I smiled to myself. According to Primus, the first arrivals - the closest Autobots to Earth - should be here in the next 3 months.

I wonder who they'll be? That was the last coherent thought I had before toppling over the edge into sweet oblivion.

A Month and a Half Later

The last six weeks have gone by in a blur for me. So far, the three episode between Convoy and Sick Mind have taken place. I have not played much of a part in any of them, but it has been pretty cool seeing what goes on around base in between episodes. I've fallen into somewhat of a routine. My mornings and nights are spent with my dad, afternoons are with one or more 'Bots and their human charges, and evenings before bed are spent with Optimus.

Usually, Optimus just holds me while we stand outside atop the base, looking out at the setting sun on the horizon. He tells me stories about what Cybertron was like before the war, since I can't really remember anything before my human life. Sometimes I have dreams that I am fairly certain are memories from when I was the Allspark, before the war. It seemed most of my existence had been spent in the Well of Sparks, tending to the sparks of unborn/deceased cybertronians. They had all considered me their mother. From what I could make of these memories, I had enjoyed my time in the Well, but I had also lived as an actual cybertronian from time to time.

I learned how to talk about a week and a half ago, when I was the cybertronian equivalent of a two-and-a-half-year-old. Granted, it was a broken mix of English and Cybertronian, but Ratchet said my voice box would fix that little problem on its own as I grew older, which basically means I would be speaking like a normal person in several weeks. Already, I have started speaking complete English sentences, but I still sound like a toddler.

Now that I know how to kinda-sorta talk, my time with Team Prime is proving much more interesting. Like right now, Optimus and I are having a conversation about the Matrix of Leadership.

"So, da piethe of crysal in the thenter i' suppose to be a piethe of Pimus' spark?" Like I said, toddler. I was sitting on his shoulder, very much the same way Miko sits on Bulkhead.

"That is what the legends say, and given that Primus himself bestowed the Matrix upon me, I believe it to be true." Optimus replied.

"I coul' as him if you wan'." I offered.

He chuckled, which confused me. "You speak as though you visit with Primus frequently."

"I do."

He stopped chuckling and turned his head to look at me with a dubious expression. He didn't say anything, so I assumed he was waiting for an explanation, which I happily supplied.

"Sometimes, when I go into power-down, I go to this weally cool fowest and Pimus is always there and we talk about stuff."

"A forest?" he probed.

"Uh-huh. He calls it the Jeamscape." I explained.

"Dreamscape?" he asked, probably trying to make sure that was what I had tried to say. Emphasis on 'tried.' Curse my toddler dialect.

"Yeah." I replied.

He looked away to watch the sunset. He seemed to contemplate for a brief time, then he broke the silence.

"How often does this occur?"

I thought for a moment. "Evwy few days. The res' of the time I jus' recharge."

He hummed and nodded, then we fell into a companionable silence.

:::Soulsong, youngling, it is time for your energon. Have Optimus bring you to the Medical Bay::: Ratchet called through the bond.

:::Kay, be there in a few minutes::: I replied before turning to Optimus.

"Oppy, Daddy wants you to take to the Med-Bay for my energon." I informed him.

"Very well." he replied before turning from the sunset and heading for the cybertronian sized elevator.

The ride down is always long and pretty boring. Usually, Optimus and I continued what ever conversation Ratchet had interrupted, but since the conversation had already ended this time, I allowed my inner child to take over. She made me look at Optimus, who seemed to be deep in thought, and decided his audio receptors looked interesting.

I shifted my frame so I was closer to his helm, realized I was too short to reach his audios while I was sitting, and stood up on his shoulder. Now his audio was right in front of my face, so I used one hand to start fiddling with it and the other to keep myself steady.

He didn't seem to notice initially. Either that or he just didn't feel the need to acknowledge it. I wanted him to react in some way, preferably in an amusing one. I had read in fanfictions that his audios were supposed to be sensitive, but it was as if I hadn't even moved from where I had been sitting. Then my gaze moved up to the antenna protruding from the circular audios. Curious, I reached my little servo to it and lightly stroked it while keeping my optics on Optimus' face. His lips lifted in a tiny smile. I also smiled. It wasn't much, but it showed I was on the right track.

This time I actually grabbed the antenna and moved my hand up and down continuously. The Autobot leader actually started purring. It sounded like a mix of cat and engine. All in all, I found it adorable, since I loved cats. I also found it amusing when the thought of reducing the Autobot leader and Prime to a purring puddle of cuteness crossed my mind. He didn't make any move to stop me, so I continued. That is, until the elevator doors opened. It might embarrass Optimus if his soldiers hear him purring, and I didn't want to do that to him. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't identify, then left the elevator and headed for the Med-Bay. As he was walking, I made a mental note that he enjoyed having his antenna caressed.

After Optimus dropped me off with my dad, the next hour was spent feeding me. Being the cybertronian equivalent of a four year old, I was actually old enough to feed myself, but we did not have any sparkling or youngling sized cubes. The regular cubes were to big for me to hold, so Ratchet still had to feed me the same as when I had first arrived. It would be another month before I was strong enough to use an adult cube.

I didn't mind too much. Ratchet always fed me in the Med-Bay and no one was ever in here unless they were hurt. Besides, the 'Bots would understand and wouldn't give me grief over it. It was the humans that concerned me. Well, one in particular; a certain Asian pink pig-tailed human female. I'm very certain Miko didn't even know the meaning of the word empathy. In fact, I had always considered Miko to be my polar-opposite. I had discussed this with Ratchet, and he agreed. It was well-known here, as well as in my human universe, that the rambunctious Asian girl got under Ratchet's plating more than anyone else. He was all for making sure the human female didn't have a reason to get under mine, as well. Yeah, Ratchet could be a sweetspark when he wanted to be.

When I was finished with my energon, Ratchet set me on his shoulder and walked us into the main room. The kids had gone home around half an hour ago, and Arcee and Bumblebee were out on patrol. Optimus was in his office doing what ever it is Autobot leaders did, so that left Bulkhead. After Ratchet dropped me off with him to go get some work done before bed, Bulkhead told me a bunch of stories from the war for Cybertron. Now, I know what you must be thinking. Why is Ratchet ok with Bulkhead telling gory war stories to his sparkling? Well, remember. I'm not your average sparkling, and Ratchet it well-aware od that, as is the rest of the team. I usually just block out my inner child until the stories are over, to ensure I don't have nightmares courtesy of that immature part of my psyche.

Ratchet came back to collect me in the middle of the story of when Wheeljack chucked his one grenade into the primary heat-exchanger. I made it very clear through the bond that I wasn't going anywhere until Bulk was finished. He sent both acquiescence and amusement through the bond and went to lean on a wall while he waited for Bulkhead to finish. Let me tell you, Bulkhead is an amazing storyteller. It was like I was living the story rather than simply listening to it.

Once Bulkhead was done, Ratchet scooped me up and cradled me to his chassis before tuning his attention to the green SUV. "Thank you Bulkhead. Soulsong enjoyed your stories very much." I nodded vigorously toward the large, green mech. "But, it is time for her to power-down for the night."

"Sure. See ya later, kid." Bulkhead waved goodbye at me.

I waved back. "Nuh-night, Bulk."

And with that, Ratchet took me back to our room. He placed me in my sparkling berth before asking, "Now, Bulkhead has already regaled you with his war stories. Would you still like to hear one of my stories before powering down?"

I nodded. "You know I love those stories. Even more than Bulk's. But don't tell him I said that."

He chuckled. "Very well. Which one would you like to hear?"

I thought about it, and finally said, "The one about how Oppy became a Prime."

He raised an optic ridge. "I told you that one just last night."

"I know, but it's my favewit."

He smiled. "That it is. Alright, then. Before he became a Prime, Optimus was a data clerk at the Iacon Hall of Records. Back then, he was designated as Orion Pax. Being a data clerk, he had access to every file regarding Cybertron's history and present. As he learned about Cybertron's past, he grew increasingly concerned about the present corruption in high places and inequality among the masses."

"Orion soon became inspired by the words and ideas of a gladiator. One who had named himself after one of the original thirteen primes: Megatronous. Megatronous vowed to challenge Cybertron's leadership and demand that all cybertronians be treated as equals. This gladiator turned revolutionary rapidly gathered a loyal following; Soundwave chief among them."

"Orion began corresponding with Megatronous, who came to be something of a mentor to him. As Megatronous left the gladiatorial arena for the political, he saw fit to shorthen his name." It was at this point I interrupted. "And became Megatron." Ratchet nodded. "Yes, and before long, Megatron appeared before the High Council to propose his vision for a just society. And it was here that he began to show his true colors, proclaiming the need to overthrow the old guard with force and arrogantly demanding to be named the next Prime."

I interrupted, yet again. "But, Owion knew that was wrong. He knew the using force to get what Megatwon thought was wight was bad, didn' he, Daddy?"

Ratchet chuckled. "Yes he did, my little one. Orion did not believe in violence as a mean of achieving justice. The sparks and minds of the Council were moved by Orion's words. Here, for the first time since Cybertron's Golden Age, stood someone worthy of being a Prime. But that honor could only truly be achieved by earning the legendary Matrix of Leadership."

"His ambitions thwarted, Megatron spitefully severed all ties with Orion and the Council and came to wage war on all who opposed him through his growing army of followers which he named Decepticons. He vowed to claim the Matrix for himself, wherever it might lie."

I interrupted once again. "But he didn' deserve the Machix. No Prime would wage war and kill so many just because he didn' get what he wanted, right Daddy?"

"Right, dearspark, but Megatron could not see that. He still can't. Now, as I was saying. In time, warfare consumed Cybertron, poisoning the planet to its core. Orion journeyed there, hoping to reverse the ill affects, and found himself before the very spark of our life giver, Primus himself. The ailing Primus sensed the innate nobility within Orion, and bestowed the Matrix upon him. It was thus, that a surprised and humbled Orion Pax came to be Optimus, the last of the Primes."

I clapped my servos. "I love that story, Daddy."

He smiled. "I know you do, dearspark."

"Tell it again! Tell it again!"

This time Ratchet actually laughed. "No, my little one. It is time to power-down. You need the rest."

I pouted for a few seconds, but acquiesced as I laid down. "Okay." I said, dray out the second syllable. "Night-Night, Daddy."

He came closer and drew up my covers and placed my monkey in my arms. "Goodnight, Soulsong. Pleasant fluxes." he said, and kissed me on the crest on my forehead, which looked a lot like Arcee's, only it was the same color as my wings.

I closed my optics as Ratchet turned out the light, and listened to him lie down on his berth. I fell asleep before he did.

The next day, I was playing with the kids on the recreational platform when Ratchet announced that he had pinpointed the location of the Decepticon warship. He had also said he found an Autobot emergency beacon. He and Optimus went to find any surviving Autobots, but I knew what they would find. Ratchet doesn't seem to remember what he saw in my memories when he bonded with me, what happened in the TV show. That's good; some things need to happen, and this is one of those things.

I really wanted to tell them not to go on that ship, so Optimus won't get the Cybonic plague. But, if he doesn't, Bumblebee won't go into Megatron's mind, get stuck with Megatron in his mind, and Megatron won't fix himself with the dark energon. If that doesn't happen, the Autobots won't have anyway to get to Unicron's spark when he starts to awaken, and Earth will be destroyed, the humans, Autobots, and all other Earth creatures along with it. That's why I need to be careful what I change in this universe. The ramifications could be catastrophic. Good thing I have a serious talent for analyzing situations such as this.

Ratchet came back with Optimus' arm slung over his shoulders. He laid Optimus on a berth in a medical bay after Bulkhead came to help him move Optimus there. I teleported onto Optimus' berth, and have been sitting by his face ever since. He isn't doing well at all, and I've been trying to comfort him. I don't now if it's working; he might just be trying to smile for my sake.

Bumblebee and Arcee left to infiltrate the Decepticon Warship about fifteen minutes ago. As far as I know, they are in the middle of constructing a cordical psychic patch so Bee can enter Megatron's mind. I'm getting tired, but I'm trying very hard to stay awake.

I lasted another five minutes, and the last thing I heard was Arcee telling Ratchet they were ready. "Initiate cordical psychic patch." Then, nothing.

I opened my optics, and was met with a very startling sight. I was somewhere familiar but scary. It was definitely not Earth or the Dreamscape. I racked my brain, and figured it out. This was Kaon, or at least, Kaon as Megatron had recreated it. Somehow, I was in Megatron's mind. I looked around, and saw that I was on the same bridge Bumblebee had been on when he initially entered Megatron's mind. In fact, Bee was a short distance from my position.

"Bee! Bee!" I called to him as I got up and ran for him. He stopped walking and turned around, his optics wide. When I finally reached him, he scooped me up.

"Soulsong, sweetpsark, what are you doing here? How did you get in Megatron's mind?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I don' know. I fell asleep next to Oppy and when I opened my eyes, I was here." I replied.

"Ratchet, are you seeing this?"He asked.

I couldn't hear Ratchet over the communication's downlink, so Bumblebee had to tell me what was happening back at base. "They're trying to wake you up, but it's not happening. Guess you're stuck here. Don't worry, though, I'll protect you." he assured me.

I smiled and hugged him around his neck. "I know you will, Bee. I know."

Bumblebee placed me on his shoulders, my legs around his neck. I was now an inch or two taller than Jack, so I was a little bit too big to just sit on Bee's shoulder. He walked for awhile, until we came to the top of a set of stairs, and saw Optimus in front of us. Bumblebee ran for him, but I knew it wasn't really him. I didn't say anything, since I knew my dad would.

Then there was some scary laughter. Bee and I both looked up to see Megatron on top of cliff.

"Optimus Prime. Your Autobot armies are defeated. Bow before your new master." the Decepticon leader ordered.

"Never Megatron." Optimus replied defiantly as he turned to face Megatron. "One shall stand. One shall fall." As he was saying this, Bee went to go hide behind a large rock.

"So be it." Megatron said, and brought out his sword just as Optimus had. He jumped down from the cliff and the to sworn enemies charged for each other. They raised their swords as they came closer, and struck each other. I watched as Optimus dissipated into dust-like particles. Bumblebee jerked. I tried to soothe him. "It's okay, Bee. It's just Megatwon's dweam. We both know that never happened." He nodded and seemed to calm down somewhat.

As Megatron walked away, part of the rock we were hiding behind morphed into another Optimus. "Megatron," it said. "Your treachery ends here." It unsheathed its sword as Megatron turned around to face it. This time, Megatron sheathed his sword and aimed his cannon at the Optimus look-alike. Bumblebee seemed to forget himself, and that I was here, and jumped from our hiding spot to shield Optimus. The blast went right through Bee, and Optimus poofed to dust again. He turned around to see Optimus gone, and turned back around to face Megatron.

"The Autobot scout." he said acknowledged, as though I weren't here. "The punishment for trespassing in my domain is you destruction!" he ended in a shout as he raised his blade to slice Bee. It didn't work, of course. The blade went right through Bee and I. I didn't even feel it.

"Huh?" Bee said, dumbfounded.

"How can this be?!" Megatron shouted. He kept trying to slice us in half with his blade, and Bee kept trying to shield himself on instinct.

"Would you give up already? It's not going to work!" I shouted at Megatron, and it was then he finally noticed me. He raised an optic ridge at me, but spoke to Bee as he circled us.

"You're not wearing phase displacement armor. Your eyes track my movements, so you're not a hologram. And I do not believe in spirits. So, tell me, scout; what are you?!"

"Megatron." said yet another Optimus, only this time a fake Bulkhead and Bumblebee be were at his side.

"Um- I- er." Bee said before going over to check out the doppelgangers. "Hello?" He said to his look-alike.

Megatron roared and blasted all of the figments, the blasts going right through us. "You are real, they were not!" he stated. He started walking, then stopped to chuckle. "A cordical psychic patch. How unexpected."

He looked around. "If this is my subconscious... what are you doing inside my head?!" He came at us and shouted.

Okay, this is getting annoying. "Stop yelling!" I shouted at him.

He raised an optic ridge. "And who is this youngling?" he asked quizzically.

"I'm Soulsong. Stop yelling at Bee, I don' like when people yell." I stated defiantly.

He continued to raise an optic ridge at me. Then, he looked at Bee. "Tell me scout, what made you think it was a good idea to bring a sparkling into the mind of the leader of the Decepticons?"

"He didn'. I don' know how I got here, but it migh' have to do with me being the Allspark." I said, before covering my mouth in horror at what I'd just revealed.

"The Allspark? You are the Allspark? The Allspark has taken the form of a femme sparkling?" he rambled. He seemed to come to a conclusion. "I will deal with that at a later time. The question still remains, what happened to me?!"

"You got blown up by the space b'idge." I said matter-of-factly.

His optics widened. "The space bridge explosion. And yet if... if you're in my head then... I am not one with the Allspark. So tell me, scout. Do I still function?"

"Yes, you do. But thas' not important righ' now. We need your help. We need the cure for the cybonic p'wague." I said, cutting right to the chase.

"Cybonic plague?" he questioned. "Someone besides myself is... is unwell?"

Bee and I both nodded. He seemed to think about it. "Optimus!" Then he started laughing. "Such irony! But after ages of endless battle, the mighty Optimus Prime is felled by a simply virus from the distant past."

That made me angry. "It's not funny! Opmus needs a cure!" I shouted at him.

He smirked at me. "And what makes you think I would save the life of my oldest enemy?" He asked, before shooting another Optimus doppelganger

I looked at Bee. He looked back and nodded before looking to Megatron. "If Optimus dies, then you will never get what you want most."

"Oh," Megatron said, placing his hands on his hips. "And just what is it that I want most, scout?"

"To slay Optimus by your own hand."

Megatron chuckled. "Did you not see? I do slay Optimus by my own hand, at will, whenever I desire."

"If you let the plague virus destroy the real Optimus, you'll never get the chance to do it yourself."

Megatron hummed in contemplation. "After our deep history together, to not watch the spark ebb from Optimus' eyes with my very own..."

"You wouldn't want to miss out on that, would you?"

"Well played scout." Megatron said, opening his hand to reveal the chemical formula for the cure. I hugged Bee; he'd done it. Optimus would be okay now.

"The chemical formula for the cure you seek - not that I expect you to know how to read it." he explained.

Bee went to grab the formula, but Megatron closed his hand, making the formula disappear before Bee could get it. "What the-"

"Not yet." he stated.

"What?" Bee asked.

"What gives?!" I shouted, glaring at the warlord.

"And how am I to accomplish terminating Optimus as you propose, while I'm trapped here in a perpetual daydream?" he asked us. "Once you release me from this prison, you will have the cure." I stated. I was really getting mad now.

"You must guarantee my recovery, or Optimus fades to gun metal gray. The real Optimus."

I smiled knowingly. "Don't be too sure, Megabutt."

He raised an optic ridge, and a few seconds later the scenery started to collapse, entering the green vortex in the sky. I looked around, all out grinning, now.

"You were watching. You tricked me!" He accused us.

"Buh-bye!" I waved at him as Bee and I started to dissipate.

"No! Take me with you!" He shouted. "Take me!" his voice echoed before everything went black.

When I became aware again, I saw Ratchet helping Optimus up. "That's it. Steady." he was saying to Optimus.

Everyone was cheering for him. I started to cheer, too. Optimus spoke. "Please, reserve the hero's welcome for my physician. And, my scout." Everyone turned around and started cheering for... me?

I saw something quite startling, then. My body was on the berth Optimus had vacated. I appeared to be sleeping. Then, I saw Megatron's body hooked up to a bunch of cables. Then, I saw his optics, the rest of him shrouded in darkness.

"I'm out." he said. "Or should I say... in?" then he started laughing triumphantly.

That's when it all clicked together. I'm in Bumblebee's head. With Megatron.

And so ends chapter four. Hope you enjoyed.

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