It's offical... I no longer own my stories. They own me. This chapter is proof of it. I wasn't planning what happened here. I wanted to make things complicated, but not like this at all. I'm going to let all of my stories (since they seem to have minds of their own) lead them selves with me (their slave) writing them. Isn't it wonderful? Oh, and when the writing is like this, I kind of can't remember the name of it off the top of my head, Optimus and Optima are talking over the bond. Just to let you know. On to the story!

Optimus was laying on his berth later that evening. His intakes hitched a little making it seem like he was snoring softly. His helm was turned away from the door. He yelled when some one sat down on his chest. "Easy there brother. Just me," Optima stated.

"And what are you doing sitting on my chest plates?" Optimus asked. Optima moved off him.

"Couldn't recharge."

"So you're making me not recharge?" Optimus asked, slightly annoyed since he was just startled awake.

"Can I stay in your room?"

"Wouldn't a femme's room make more sense? I'm a mech, not a femme."

"I know... But you are my brother."

"So is Megatron," Optimus mumbled.

"Is that it? You want me to join Megatron? Fine. I'll join Megatron's Decepticon. Goodbye PRIME," she hissed. Optima stood and left the room.

Optima wait.

What is it Optimus? Changed your processor already?

Yes. Come back. Please.

Optima grinned as she spun and walked back. Optimus was standing up by his berth. "Take the berth. I'll be in the room," he told her. She smiled and hugged him before climbing into his larger berth. He covered her with one of the blankets the humans gave him and the other Autobots.

"Thank you Optimus."

"You didn't know me as Optimus, did you?"

"No. Orion was what I knew you as," Optima replied.

"Then you can call me Orion in private. Not in front of the other Autobots. Deal?"

"Deal," she agreed with a grin. Optimus patted her shoulder as he dimmed the lights and went to sit in the corner of the room on his stool.

"We're not doing this every night," he warned. She looked at him and nodded. "Good night."

"Night Orion."

Optimus woke up long before his sister did. He started on one of the data-pads he'd placed by his berth the day before. Optima woke up to the soft sounds of Optimus writing. The lights were dimmed so low she wouldn't of been able to see Optimus across the room if it wasn't for the light of the data-pad making him looked like he glowed. She waited for him to notice her optics glowing in the dark. He didn't get the chance because the door swung open. Optimus jumped to his feet and way from the wall to avoid being hit with the door.

"Optimus, you're not up yet?" Ironhide asked from the door way.

"I'm awake. I just didn't want to wake Optima up," Optimus replied, coming back into Ironhide's view. "She came in saying she couldn't recharge. I didn't want to leave the room and wake her. What did you need Ironhide?"

"Ratch wanted to talk to you," Ironhide replied.

"Ratchet?" Optima asked, stepping beside her brother.

"He said to get you Optimus. You could probably visit Ratchet after, Optima," Ironhide said.

"What're you doing now? I'm going to be bored," Optima asked. Ironhide grinned.

"We can practise your fighting. Optimus, get your aft down there. I'll take care of your sister," Ironhide replied. Optimus sighed before gathering the data-pads and leaving the room.

Ratchet was going over a data-pad with a scowl. He looked up when Optimus entered the room. "I take it what you're reading isn't good news," Optimus said with a calm almost happy tone.

"It's about you," Ratchet snapped. Optimus frowned.

"Me? What is this about?"

"A disease. It's the reason you can't remember your sister. It wasn't deleted. It was replaced with a chip. One that can't be removed."

"What can I do then?" Optimus was starting to get scared by this information.

"That's the thing. There's nothing we can do. It was absorbed by your systems. Optima's appearence here started the program. It's going to destroy your processor. I can't help you. Optima leaving wouldn't do anything either. It will just have to run it's course," Ratchet informed. Optimus' optics were wide. The data-pads in his servo were slipping towards the floor. "I'm sorry." Optimus suddenly tightened his grip on the pads, before standing and leaving the room. "I wish I could help," Ratchet mumbled to the air around him. He sighed before getting back to work.

Optimus walked through the halls in a daze. Humans moved out his way since he should no signs of slowing down for them. He was walking at his normal speed not heading in any certain direction. Lennox caught sight of the giant and ran to catch up. "Hey Optimus!" He called. Optimus didn't reply. "Optimus?"

"Wha? Sorry. What do you need?" Optimus asked not stopping.

"What's wrong? You don't normally ask like this," Will asked. Optimus froze. His optics were closed tightly before he sighed and looked to Will.

"Nothing that any one has any power over. I'll be fine. What can I help you with?"

"You have a meeting in an hour with Galloway, and there are more of those pad thingies are on your desk," Will said. Optimus nodded slowly, and Will could see clearly that some thing was wrong with his giant metal friend.

::Öptimus to Ratchet::

::Ratchet here::

::No matter who asks, what's happening stays between us. Understood?:: Optimus

::Who would ask?::Ratchet

::That doesn't matter. It is now a secret. Will may come by and ask what's wrong::Optimus

::What about Optima and Ironhide?::Ratchet

::Especially them. I don't want them to know::Optimus

::Understood::Ratchet

Optimus went to his office before grabbing the new data-pad. He made his way to the room where the meeting would be held and sat down waiting for the humans for once.

He didn't have to wait for long for them to show. They were talking as they entered, and Optimus alreadly had a processor ache. Will sat down near Optimus, while Galloway sat across from them. There were a few other soldiers present. "Shall we begin?" Optimus asked with an annoyed tone. His servo had gone to his head as he leaned against the wall.

"We were talking about some of those trouble makers you have under your command. The twins," Galloway hissed.

"Skids and Mudflap? Or Sideswipe since he is a twin to the currently missing Sunstreaker?" Optimus asked. Lennox was watching the Autobot's every movement. Optimus' servo fell to his side before he started to work on the data-pad in his lap.

"The small ones. You never punished them."

"They were punished. Ironhide trained them harder that day. From stretches to laps. They had to be under Ratchet's care for a day to recover," Optimus stated.

"That wasn't reported," Galloway said with his eyes narrowed.

"I am the leader of the Autobots. I handle their punishments. Not you," Optimus replied not changing his tone. "If that's all, I have work to do. Work you assigned."

"For now," Galloway grumbled. Optimus nodded before getting up and walking away. Will followed until Epps caught him in the hall way.

"What's the rush?" Epps asked. He had been standing near the door during that 'meeting'.

"Did you notice Optimus was acting strange?"

"He did sound a little angry but I thought that was at Galloway," Epps joked. The glare he recieved told him Will wasn't in the mood. "He did seem out of sorts."

"Optimus had a meeting with Ratchet, so I think he's the one to ask," Will said. Epps sighed but followed as Will led the way.

Will walked into Med bay as Ratchet was putting away tools that he had been polishing. A data-pad was low enough that Will and Epps could see part of what was written. They could see the words 'Optimus', 'ill' 'terminal'. Will and Epps exchanged a glance. Will walked over to Ratchet. "Tell me what's wrong with Optimus."