Elita was still holding Alex in her hands, she stopped walking, around her was the golden age of Cybertron. The perfect place to allow, their histories to meld together.

"Alex, I was not always Elita One. I was not always a solider, I was once a civilian named Ariel," Elita started. Alex's eyes closed darted from side to side rapidly, as Elita's words became visions under Alex's eyelids.

"Orion get anymore archives, " a light hearted feminine voice said.

"No Ariel history takes time to make, you were just here yesterday and asked the same thing. May I question why you do this?"

"I don't know Orion, maybe I just like coming here and seeing you," the last part she whispered. As the memory changed to a more dark, later years.

"Orion, you're going to the core but why?"

"Something is not right, Megatron lust for power, it's corrupting Cybertron to the core."

"I'll go with you."

"Ariel, I won't risk your life too."

"Yeah and I want you to get there. I might be no soldier, but my sire did teach me to take care of myself. Let me escort you, there most likely is old traps and defenses that you'd not see."

"You doubt me Ariel, I thought you would be the last person to doubt me."

"I am not doubting you, only concerned," Ariel said putting a pale pink hand on her hip, Orion smiled.

"Ok let us move out before night falls." Again the vision faded and repapered to a large metal orb with large line connected to it. It was tinted purple but it still had a bright energon blue center. Alex could not hear what was being said to Orion. As the orb glowed and discharged a golden object which went into his chest, and Orion changed from a smaller mech to the mech known as Optimus Prime.

"Ariel, you too are also one for leadership. Your caring and gentle personality, your willingness to be there for your friends. Yet it is your genuinely that stands out the most, that you would never fake who you are to make people approve of you. That is why you will hold the lost knowledge of my words, You will become Elita One. Best first, the chosen one, the mother of the generations to come upon Cybertron." A voice said, Primus Alex recognized it. As the scripts that she had were also appearing on Ariel as she transformed from Ariel to Elita One. Then it went black again, then there was light as there were two femmes one was Elita the other was unknown to Alex, she was blue, strong, looking a bit tom boyish.

"Chromia, I have to do this. I think this is what Primus meant when he said I would be the mother of the one to come."

"But given your life to the Allspark, I just don't know girl," the one called Chromia said.

"Please Chromia, this is what I understand. Do not tell Optimus of this plan, he would give of himself than have me give up my spark. The knowledge I posses I can not use it myself, needs to be returned to all Cybertronians. This is how I will do it, Cybertron will stay lit and the next generation from the well will know how to end this war."

"Allright ya win Elita, but I'm a goin' with ya."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." The cut scene of the memory faded, Alex's eyes slowed down then they stopped

"Alex, Alex can you hear me?," Elita asked. Alex's eyes shot open, she shook her head no.

"My past is nothing but shame, I did no honorable thing in my life."

"Alex that does not matter. Your past is what caused you to be who you are, and who you are is what is important. We are as one Alex let me see what made you who you are." Elita closed her optics and vented softly, Alex began to tell her story.

There was a message on the answering machine, "The tree now please, I need you." was all the message said no name no number. Alex just wrote a note to her parents 'Gray needs me, be back late or in the morning.' is all it said before she ran out the door to the woods. She was around age thirteen, Gray was fourteen. Alex made it to the tree house they had built with her father six years before.

"Alex is that you," a scarred voice said,

"Yes, Gray can I come up?" She asked as a rope latter was dropped down to the ground. Alex climbed to see Gray in the corner, his left eye bloodshot, his nose swollen. He looks up at her, a weak smile comes on his face. Alex just walked over to a chest opening it she got out a first aid kit and blankets. Gray moved slowly over to his best friend, she folded some gaze and placed it over his eye and began to wrap his head.

"Anything else besides what he did to your face," she asked.

"My ribs, I don't know Alex how long I can take this. He's my father and you know he was not like this. Alex," he said groping around since both eyes were dressed.

"Here," she said grasping his hands to her face. "I won't let you be alone, how long do you want to stay here."

"All night, if you can stay?"

"Ok," Alex said placing his head in her lap and covering him up with a blanket.

"Never let me go Alex, I love you and I need you here, you're my anchor."

"I won't Gray, I won't," she whispered the scene fading to black.

She sat there head on her knees weeping, her head, stomach ached, but everything else was numb. Everything but her mind, it was as sharp as ever. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so right to let herself go. Her whole world crashed down when her father died. When he was test flying a new fighter jet and it malfunctioned, forcing him to eject then his parachuted didn't work. Alex wanted to be like her father and fly planes, but now she was afraid to fly. Afraid to die, without her family around to say she loved them. Now she just wanted all the pain to go away, a just physical pain could stay, something she could understand.

"Hey Beachy, where, where da blunt?" Alex looked at the stoned teenager next to her, and pointed at him. "Oh I have it. You want?"

"No, just my acid," she mumbled just as stoned. Trying to get up, only to fall two times before getting up and leaving the crack house as it was known in the neighborhood. Stumbling around, she was tripping things were blurs and bright colors. Alex made it to the graveyard, she sat down on her father's grave. Crying again she laid down, it had been eight months now and she still couldn't deal.

"Alex, you here," A young man's voice said. Foot steps were heard coming closer to where she was sitting. "Alex," Grayson said gently sitting next to her, warping his strong arms around her.

"I need help, I can't keep on this going father would not want me to." Alex sobbed pulling her long golden brown hair showing about a half inch was now white at the roots. "I'm dieing to fear, kill myself…" she stopped as flashes of light filtered into her eye sight. She started to have a seizure and stopped breathing.

"Alex, Alex no," Gray shouted holding her to his chest. "I can't lose you, I love you, I need you. Don't die"

As he said that she started to breath again but would not wake up. It went black and Elita opened her optics and looked at Alex who was shaking.

"See my life was wasted and my hair is a reminder that I was stupid, the thought that I could not live without my father. I became afraid of having to do such a thing, fear of living without him consumed me. I reused to accept that he was gone forever, I wanted him back."

"Primus said that you have went with him after he gave you his knowledge, why didn't you?"

"You said you needed me, and other people needed me, you ordered me to stay here. I follow my orders to a tee." Elita smiled at the girl as she faded into smoke. Alex jolted awake in a medical bed her hands and stomach wrapped. She looked at a medical monitor three months had gone by, that was how long she was in Primus's care.

"Tell me the truth William, was Paul murdered?"

"May, it is still not confirmed, if he was or was not murdered."

"Good God, William it has almost been two years. Was the jet ever found?"

"No, nor were pieces found."

"Then he was murdered, who killed him humans… Decpeticons."

"Yes, a Decpeticon, I was almost killed by them too May," Agent Fowler said. May just broke down crying. "I'm sorry," he said gently holding his friend's hand.

"How long have you known William?" she cried

"Five months, I didn't want to throw Alex into another phase. I didn't want to hurt you May, by hurting Alex. Your family are my only non-government friends, I didn't want to lose that."

"So you lied instead, but I understand you have always cared for us since Paul died. Thank you William you have given me closure. Why did you hid our friendship?"

"You hid it first when you just said that you recognized me only from the funeral."

"Who was the decpeticon ?"

"Starscream."

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