Once again own nothing except maybe OC's! Please tell me what you think…this is a brand new chapter that wasn't in the original "Web of the Spider!"

That night after last chapter…Autobot City…

After dealing with Barricade and packaging him up for GUPS for delivery at one of her brother's secret mailing locations; Stigma stalked toward the city's entrance still in furious rage! Unbeknownst to her, she was about to get even angrier…as well as her commanding officers! She met Red Alert and Grimlock about a mile outside of the city's entrance, she greeted them, "Stigma, reporting for duty."

Grimlock looked at her, half in concern and amusement, "Me Grimlock say You Stigma all right? You Stigma sound informal!"

Before she could respond, Ultra Magnus came up to them and ordered, "All right, Stigma your not needed; you can just head back to the Ark."

She narrowed her optics in suspicion and asked, "Query: Why?"

He waved a hand at her and said with skepticism, "This is pointless! Blackarachia is not going to attack us! We haven't seen any sight of her!"

"But Lt. Caine said…" protested Red Alert.

"Lt. Caine," interrupted Ultra Magnus sternly, "Is a figment of Prime's imagination! He's got no one to replace me! In fact, I bet my best high grade that Prime is regretting his decision right now!"

"Me Grimlock say that me take that bet!"

Before he could make a comment on Grimlock's remark, Stigma growled out, "Statement: Ultra Magnus is a fool! Lt. Caine real! Theory: Lt. Caine is currently anger at Ultra Magnus, will become even more furious if Ultra Magnus continues this course!"

Ultra Magnus sighed wearily and told them, "It figures that Prime got his imaginary character from Chromia's run down crew! You're dismiss, Stigma!"

He walked back toward Autobot City as the three of them stared at him in astonishment; finally Red Alert asked, "Grimlock, do you remember that April Fool's Day when Sideswipe turned a certain mech pink and signed him up to gay humans' porno sites?"

Grimlock shuddered as he remembered the incident, "Yes," he replied, "Took Him Ratchet months to repair Him Sideswipe!"

"How much high grade do you want to bet that the shout we well hear from a certain Autobot will be louder than the one from that particular April Fool's Day prank?"

He quickly picked up what Red Alert was thinking, "Me Grimlock say no bet!" he exclaimed and then he turned his attention to Stigma, "You Stigma will need audio plugs when You Stigma tell Her Chromia and Her Moonracer this!"

Stigma looked at him in curiosity and worry, finally she said, "Statement: I will take advice under advisement."

She left the two mechs as she transformed into a sleek Ford Fusion and raced back towards the femmes' base of operations; they waited patiently for what they knew was coming in the direction of the Ark. While he was waiting, Red Alert brought out a data pad from subspace…when he finished reading what was on it; he groaned out loud in misery, "Aft-Magnus is relaxing the security protocols around the city! They're at green levels!"

"Why don't Him Magnus just put out welcome mat for Her Blackarachia?!" grumbled Grimlock in disgust.

Red Alert snorted in agreement, "Are you thinking what I am thinking about how much trouble Ultra Magnus will be in?"

"From who?" questioned Grimlock, "Him Prime or Him Lt. Caine?"

As if on cue…they could hear a familiar voice roaring in the wind, "HE SAID WHAT?!"

Red Alert winced and said fearfully, "Oh, Primus! Even after what Sideswipe done to him that one time…it didn't make him this mad at a fellow Autobot!"

Grimlock merely growled in reply as he headed toward the entrance of Autobot City, he asked as he walked away, "Him Red Alert want to play paper, rock, scissors? Loser tell Him Prime bad news."

Wincing again, Red Alert replied frightfully as he scurried to catch up, "Yeah, let's do it. Prime's been even more temperamental lately for some slagging reason!"

A few minutes earlier…within Autobot City…

Ultra Magnus frowned in confusion as he looked up from the report that he was reading while he was walking back to his office, for a moment…he thought he heard Prowl's voice bellowing in the wind.

At the same time…in the Ark…Chromia's office…

Stigma tried not to rub her audio receptors in pain as she keep a hold of Moonracer's body; she thought to herself that next time she would listen to Grimlock's advice, she said, "Statement: Calm down, not healthy in your condition Prowl."

"To the pit with my condition, I am going to kill him!" bellowed Prowl as he struggled in Stigma's arms, "Never in all my eons as an Autobot and as a commander have I seen another Autobot with his head so far up his aft that he can't slagging perceive what is under his very fragging nose!"

Stigma sighed wearily, and then looked over at Silverstar whom was dealing with an equally furious Chromia, "Query: Contact Gadget for sedative?"

"If you got a hand free, go for it Stigma!" ordered Silverstar as she held a flinging Chromia by the waist, "I got my fragging hands full with this trigger-happy lug nut!"

Chromia had her hands filled with Ironhide's old cannon, she kept muttering, "Just one little blast, Silverstar! It will take care of all our problems with Aft Magnus… to the pit with Blackarachia finding out about it!"

Before either femme could call for Gadget, the femme herself appeared in Chromia's doorway with a syringe in each hand; scowling with fury she marched towards Prowl, "What do you know pit spawn… you were right for once!" she yelled as she injected the sedative into Prowl.

Sideswipe peaked into the room with his newly reattached arm, he whistled in amazement, "Fragg! I have never seen Prowl this mad! And that includes the time I painted him pink and signed him up for human gay porn!"

Stigma's head shot up at those words in shock; noticing the reaction… Gadget asked as she injected a sedative into Chromia, "What's wrong now, Stigma?"

Stigma didn't say anything, but gently laid Prowl on the floor and then she rushed out of the room as if Unicron was on her aft. They stared after her in shock, finally Sideswipe asked, "Was it something I said?"

Meanwhile in Autobot City...Rodimus Prime's Office…

Grimlock and Red Alert were still deciding who would tell Prime the latest bad news; "You tell him, he can't terminate you when he comes back!" hissed out Red Alert.

"Me say you tell him," grumbled Grimlock, "You Red Alert have lot of hiding places!"

As they continued to argue, Prime and Jazz looked at them from the view screen in amusement as well as dread. Finally, Prime drawled out, "Would it help if I swear to Primus that I won't kill either of you… if you just tell me what the fragg is wrong now?!"

Regretfully, Grimlock and Red Alert took turns telling Prime the brainless stunt that Ultra Magnus had just recently pulled. As they told him, Prime was eerily silent; but his optics glowed whiter, and whiter…when they finished their tale, he screamed out, "HOW DARE THAT SLAGG HEAD FRAGGER ENDANGER AUTOBOT CITY AND MY MATE!"

As Rodimus Prime continued to curse up a storm… Grimlock and Red Alert stared at Prime in shock over the word 'mate.' Meanwhile, Jazz sighed wearily as he pulled out a syringe from sub space, "Pit, why did that aft head have to do that?! I'm having trouble enough keeping him calm!" he yelled as he injected the sedative into his leader, "Slagging Matrix, why can't it just hurry up?!"

At the word Matrix, Red Alert's optics widened and he moaned out, "Ah, slagging pit…no! Primus can't be this cruel! Jazz, please don't tell me…"

"That Roddy here is going thru the Prime Heritage?" interrupted Jazz as he gently placed Prime's head on his desk, "You'd guessed right Red Alert! And it's been a glitch to deal with by myself with no slagging help!"

Red Alert groaned out loud and went to bang his head on the nearest wall; Grimlock looked between the two mechs in curiosity, "Me say what Prime Heritage?" he asked.

Stopping for a moment, Red Alert answered, "The pit from Primus himself!"

"Me say that don't answer question!"

Jazz groaned out loud in misery from the view screen, "Primus, I don't want to be explaining this again! Grimlock, do you remember when Ratchet explained rods and sockets to you as well as the rest of the Dinobots?"

"Me say yes," he replied as he blushed at the memory.

"Well, for Primes when they just become Primes…it kinda goes up a notch!" he explained.

Red Alert snorted in disagreement as he came back from the wall, "That is the slagging understatement of the eon, Jazz!"

Between the two of them, they explained to Grimlock what was happening to Rodimus Prime, when they finished… a blushing Grimlock declared, "Me glad not a Prime!"

"That makes two of us!" agreed Red Alert, and then he turned his full attention to Jazz, "Speaking of Prime…what in the slag did he mean about Ultra Magnus endangering his mate?! For that matter, what do you mean that you wished that the Matrix would hurry up?!"

"Well, to answer your second question," explained Jazz, "And mind you this comes from Chromia…The Matrix had to go outside its comfort zone; Prime and his mate can't fragg one another due to something physical. According to her, the Matrix is slowly fixing the slagging problem! As for your first question, I have no fragging idea! Maybe his mate is near or in Autobot City; Chromia won't slagging tell me whom Prime's mate is!"

Red Alert slapped his face in frustration at those words, Grimlock though had a different reaction, "Uh-oh," he muttered as he realized who Prime's mate could be.

They both looked at the Dinobot, "What is it, Grimlock?" Jazz asked suspiciously.

"Me think Grimlock know who," he reluctantly told them, "But Me Grimlock rather not say who in case Me Grimlock wrong."

They stared at him furiously for a moment, finally Jazz grumbled out, "Fine! Just tell me this Grimlock; do you think Chromia is right about the Matrix taking its sweet time?"

Remembering the recent changes he had noticed in a certain human, he answered, "Me Grimlock reluctantly say yes."

"Wonderful," muttered Jazz and then with a sigh he said, "I'm signing off…I need to get Prime in his berth and then I need to yell…I mean contact... Ultra Magnus about his recent orders!"

"Are you going to tell him that Prime is going thru the Heritage?" Red Alert asked.

"Pit, no!" he exclaimed, "And you two aren't going to mention it either! He might determine that telling Galvatron would be good for Prime and the Autobots!"

Both Red Alert and Grimlock snorted in agreement; "Me Grimlock say You Jazz right!" said Grimlock, "Him Aft Magnus would do something stupid like that!"

"You know," furiously hissed out Jazz, "I hate to say this…but I'm glad Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus, as well as the others are not around to see this! Primus…they would blow themselves all the way to the stratosphere at the way Ultra Magnus has been acting towards Rodimus as well as the femmes at the Ark; particularly after this slag! Ah, well… Jazz out!"

They stared at the blank screen for moment, finally Red Alert commented, "Prowl probably would have hit Earth's stratosphere…but I figure he was held back by the femmes."

Grimlock growled out in agreement, "Me say You Red Alert right…Me Grimlock think you can add Her Chromia to hitting strat-o-sphere if Them Femmes didn't pin Her Chromia down."

A cold voice behind them confirmed, "Theory: Correct."

Turning around, they gazed at the icy but livid form of Stigma whom was currently holding a blaster in her deadly hand, "Statement: I have had a bad enough day, and I am barely hanging on to my temper. Order: Return to Ark with me for emergency meeting."

"Me Grimlock say what if we don't?"

She narrowed her optics in fury, "Quote: Are you feeling lucky punk?"

Red Alert gazed down at the barrel of her gun, and then looked over at Grimlock who nodded his head reluctantly in agreement. "Let's go," said Red Alert as he and Grimlock started for the exit, "Whose going to be at this meeting?"

"Femme Commanders and Femme Leader," she replied unemotionally.

"You mean Chromia?" asked Red Alert, "I thought you would have to knock her out to keep her from killing Ultra Magus!"

"Negative," she replied, "Prime's mate."

Red Alert raised a surprised eye ridge, "Well, this is going to be interesting!"

Grimlock shook his head in amazement, "You Red Alert has no idea!" he exclaimed, "If it is who Me Grimlock think it is…Him Primus performing miracle!"

Midnight at the Ark…in the Old Officer Meeting Room…

Red Alert stared in shock at the half human figure that was sitting cross legged on the table, he muttered quietly to Grimlock, "You're right…I had no idea!"

"Me Grimlock say you need to pay more attention to people!" he whispered back.

"That's enough you two!" ordered Marrisa Fairborne to the two mechs, "You can stare at me in astonishment later! Right now, does anyone have any ideas on what to do since part of Prowl's plan has gone to the scrap heap?!"

Mutters of negativity rang thru the room; suddenly the door to the meeting room opened and Prowl still within Moonracer's shell stumbled into the room. "Prowl!" screamed Gadget, "I thought I left you in the med bay dru…I mean… resting beside Chromia! Swoop was supposed to be watching you!"

"No," he hissed out as he sat beside Red Alert, "Fragging way will I be resting while you're dealing with the slag storm that Ultra Magnus has recently caused!"

Red Alert smiled in pleasure, and said what he had been longing too since he found out the truth about Lt. Caine; "Prowl! Thank Primus your alive! Since Ultra Magnus became SIC…the entire Autobot faction has become a slagging mess!"

Grimlock echoed Red Alert, "More than slagging mess! Me Grimlock say it become a pit of disaster under Him Aft Magnus!"

Prowl rubbed the bridge of his nose in aggravation, "Terrific, I can feel the processor ache coming already! Red Alert, Grimlock, give me the run down on what the slag Ultra Magnus has been doing since I've been gone… later! Right now, let's clean up this fragging mess!"

"Yes," drawled out Marrisa Fairborne, "Let's start cleaning up…I would like to get some rest before Blackarachia's little pawn lands in the city later today!"

Two hours later…

Marrisa Fairborne painfully sighed as they finally finished revising Prowl's plan, "Silverstar, get Stigma and Glimmer to sabotage Autobot City's sewer system! The sooner we can get the humans evacuated… the better!" she ordered, "But make certain that they understand that Aft Magnus or anyone else can't trace the bomb back to here!"

"Right," she confirmed and quickly raced out the room to give Stigma and Glimmer their orders.

Marrisa Fairborne continued with her orders as she struggled to overcome her constant pain, "Lancer, go up to Lookout Mountain and keep an optic out for Preceptor's shuttle! Report back to the Ark as soon as it lands!"

Without a word, Lancer raced out of the room; meanwhile, Gadget frowned at Prime's mate in concern, "Are you all right?"

"No," she reluctantly admitted, "I'm hunger and in so much pain!"

"Why didn't you slagging eat anything?!" scolded Gadget, "You need to keep up your strength!"

She shrugged helplessly, "Anything I eat…I immediately chuck it back up!"

Gadget groaned out loud as she picked her up, "C'mon…let me take you back to med bay and see what that pit spawn artifact as done to your system now!" As she moved to leave, she paused in front of mech-girl and the two mechs; gazing at Red Alert's and Grimlock's eager expressions, she suspiciously asked, "Why do I get the feeling that your going to give my other problem patient a long debrief on Ultra Magnus's time as SIC of the Autobots?"

Grimlock and Red Alert looked fearfully at Gadget's familiar scowl, finally Grimlock bravely answered, "Yes…please Her Gadget, with sugar on top?!"

Growling at her little brother's puppy dog expression, she brought out of subspace a syringe and handed it to Red Alert, "If he glitches, give him one shot of this! If it happens more than once…call me and get him to the med bay ASAP!" she yelled at them.

Both nodded their heads confirmation, while Prowl sighed in despair as they looked at him with…enthusiasm. As soon as she left the room with her patient, Prowl reluctantly asked, "What has he done this past tron as SIC? I already know about him treating Rodimus Prime like a sparkling as well as interfering with his personal life."

Red Alert asked readily, "Do you want the short list or the long?"

It took all of Prowl's will power not to whimper in misery, "Both," he answered gloomily.

Grimlock and Red Alert looked at one other, finally Grimlock exclaimed as he brought out of subspace a high pile of data pads, "Me Grimlock did short list when Me Grimlock found out Him Prowl alive!"

"And I did the long list!" keenly exclaimed Red Alert as he took out data pad, data pad, and data pad out of subspace…Prowl's optics widen in disbelief! When the pile finally reached the Ark's ceiling, Red Alert apologized to him, "Sorry their not as detailed as you liked…but I had to do this on short notice!"

Prowl opened and closed his mouth in shock; finally a frizzing sound was heard and he keeled over onto the table. Quickly Red Alert gave him his shot, and as he came back to consciousness Grimlock asked, "You Prowl all right?"

"H-how?" he stuttered out in shock as he once again took in the piles of data pads.

Red Alert took pity on him and said, "If it makes you feel any better, Jazz has been trying to straighten it out since he became third in command again…but his been too busy with Prime!" He huffed in disgust at he own lack of observational skills, "It really burned me up about why he was so busy with him…now I know why! The slagging Heritage!"

Prowl took several deep breaths to calm down, finally he asked helplessly, "How can one bot mess up the nice, clean, and organized system I left as SIC under Optimus Prime?!" They didn't answer, but merely stared at him in pity. Finally, he shook his head in displeasure and ordered, "Just give me the highlights!"

An hour later…Ark's Med Bay…

Marrisa Fairborne frowned in concern as she stared at her cup of energon, "Are you two certain about this?" she asked.

"Me Swoop say yes!" he exclaimed to her, "You Marrisa digestive system no longer human…"

"Its Cybertrion now," finished Gadget, "And this type of energon is low solar grade, the kind we give to newly born sparklings! So, you should be able to handle it without throwing it back up!"

Marrisa continued frowning, "I don't know…" she muttered.

"C'mon," encouraged Swoop, "It's good and You Marrisa will feel better!"

Marrisa took a deep breath and was about to take her first sip, when she noticed Prowl coming into med bay rubbing his forehead, "Prowl, are you all right?"

"No," he drawled out in agony, "Gadget do you have anything for a processor ache?"

Raising a brow ridge, Gadget asked as she went to get the medicine and a cup of energon for him, "Is it that bad?"

"Grimlock and Red Alert gave me the highlights, they're waiting on me to come back to go over it in more detail…for the short list!" He took the medicine and cup of energon that Gadget handed to him, "From what they have told me so far, I estimate…not counting future battles with Galvatron or anyone else…oh! And let's not forget the normal slag that happens daily around here…it will take me two vorns or more to fix the fragging, disorganized mess that Ultra Magnus has done to our entire faction! And that's with a little bit of help!" he bellowed with rage.

Gadget and Swoop winced at Prowl's rant, while Marrisa Fairborne wearily sighed as she put down her cup and said, "It looks like Roddy and I are going to have to come up with an appropriate punishment for his dear, ex-SIC!"

"No," he told her as he stalked out of the Med Bay, "If you don't mind…I'll handle his punishment…personally!"

Swoop shook his head in amusement as he informed them, "Aft Magnus in big trouble! Me Swoop have never seen Him Prowl this anger!"

Gadget grunted in agreement, and commented, "We're going to have to keep an optic on his spark pressure, Swoop! I gave him a quick scan…"

"You Gadget mean sneaky scan!"

She scowled at him, "As I was saying, I gave him a quick scan and his spark pressure is starting to get too high for my liking! If it gets any higher…"

Swoop winced in fear as he finished her thought, "We going to operate whether Him Prowl's new body ready or not!"

"Exactly," she growled out and opened med bay's comm. channel, "Gadget to Boomer and Sunstreaker… have you slaggers finished yet?!"

"No, we haven't!" called out Sunstreaker over the communication channel.

"Why?!" yelled out Boomer behind him.

"Work faster," she ordered them, "Mom's shell isn't going to last much longer for Prowl!"

"Fragg!" yelled out Sunstreaker, "Primus, hates me! I hate rushing when I'm painting!"

"Deal with it!" she yelled, "Gadget out!" She looked over at Swoop and pointed to her office, "There is a medical journal pad of the operation we will be doing in the right hand drawer of my desk, get it, take it to your quarters, and start studying it!"

"But," he protested, "Me Swoop already…"

She interrupted him, "Just do it Swoop!"

Looking at her in confusion and fear, he quickly did what she ordered; as soon as he left the med bay, Marrisa asked cautiously, "I thought he already finished studying for Prowl's upcoming operation?"

Gadget's face plate pinched in worry as she replied, "That particular journal is what I have been studying since the day Prowl came online in my creator's shell!"

She frowned in confusion, "Then why…?"

"Why did I order him to study it?" Gadget finished the question, "Let's just say I've got a very bad feeling in my spark about the upcoming battle!" She gave her a stern look, "Don't think I haven't seen you not drink that energon! Drink it up, or do I have to get a sparkling bottle for you?!"

Marrisa gave her a dirty look, and then carefully she took her first sip of energon, "It…it taste good to me!" she exclaimed with astonishment.

As she eagerly drank the rest of it, Gadget smirked at her and asked, "We told you! Do you want more Femme Leader?"

Later… on Cybertron…Jazz's office…

"My office is filled to the fragging brim with data pads!" cursed out Jazz to Ultra Magnus over the comm. channel, "Why don't ya go back to Prowl's system?!"

"My way is more efficient than Prowl's…" declared Ultra Magnus and he would have continued if wasn't interrupted.

"To the pit with your system!" bellowed Jazz as he waved his arms in the air and accidentally knocking down a pile of data pads, "We need to go back to Prowl's system and you slagging need to listen to Lt. Caine! He is fragging right about Blackarachia!"

"Not this again," he moaned out, "Jazz, Lt. Caine is figment of Prime's imagination…"

"Oh, for Primus's sake!" he cried out as he slammed a fist down on his desk, "Prime isn't a sparkling anymore, you…you… fragg head!"

"I'll see you when you get to Earth, Jazz. Maybe you'll have calmed down by then," he coolly said, "Ultra Magnus out."

Jazz screamed out in rage as Ultra Magnus signed off, "I am not a sparkling either, Aft Magnus!"

"Indeed your not," purred out a very familiar voice behind him.

"Ah, pit!" he cried out as he tried to fight off Blackarachia's mind control, "E-Elita…don't…do…it…"

"Aw, Jazz…I must!" she hummed out, "I know all about that little decoy ship plan you and Hound put together! And I want to spend some time with my little sparkling before we get to Earth!"

"N-Not s-sparkling!" he stuttered out, "P-Prime f-fully g-grown!"

"Yes," she drawled out mournfully, "He is a fully grown mech now…did you know Ultra Magnus took him from me as soon as he was born?" She frowned as he continued to fight her power, with a sigh she increased it, "Really, Jazz! Must you be so stubborn! This is for my sparkling's own good!"

"Ugh," he muttered as he tried to reach for his desk communicator.

"Really!" she huffed, "Stop this nonsense at once, Jazz!"

"Ch-chromia a-and…" he got it out before he droned out, "Yes, my Queen!"

"Finally!" she exclaimed and then her optics narrowed suspiciously, "What were you going to say, Jazz?"

"Chromia and Lt. Caine will stop you," he automatically stated.

"Really?" she muttered with interest, "And just who is this mysterious Lt. Caine?"

"Unknown, only Rodimus Prime, Marrisa Fairborne, and Chromia knows."

"My son, he's organic bone, and my old friend! Wonderful!" she said with sarcasm, "What do you know about him?!"

"Undercover Autobot operative," he replied, "He has created a physic profile of you, my Queen. As well as workable counter-plan if you attack, Autobot City, my Queen."

"How did he figure out what I was planning?!" she hissed out in fury, "If he wasn't dead… I would say my dear old friend was working with Prowl!"

"I don't know my…"

"That was a rhetorical question, slave!" she snapped out and tapped her fingers on the desk in thought, "Did Prowl have any siblings?"

"Just Barricade, my Queen," he answered.

"Well there is no way in the pit that's him working with Chromia!" she exclaimed, "Anyone else? Is there anyone related to Prowl that can help my old friend in stopping my plans?!"

"No, my Queen," he replied, "Barricade is the only known living Cybertrion related to the late SIC Prowl."

She slammed her hands on the desk in frustration, "Pit! Maybe my beloved's SIC has come back as a ghost just like that slagger Starscream?!" She raised a hand to stop him from answering, "I didn't ask you, slave!" She hissed out in disgust, "I am going to have to think about this! You just continue as you normal do…and for my sake…act like you're not under my control! My sparkling is a smart, little mech…and not a fool like that idiot Ultra Magnus!"

"Yes…Blackarachia," he answered and then he went to work on his numerous data pads.

She transformed into her spider form, and used her web to go back up the air vent. As she was climbing, she thought, 'Prowl…Lt. Caine… Lt. Caine has something to do with Prowl! Who is he to Prowl?! A lost sibling… a sparkling…or is it Prowl's ghost coming back stop me! But, why would he?! I am doing what is best for the Autobots and my sparkling!'

As Jazz continued to work, a few spirits whom were watching the confrontation…sighed sadly. "Pit!" yelled out Moonracer, "I thought we were giving him enough strength to resist her!"

"I thought so too, love," grumbled Ratchet, "And you heard Primus and the Primes…this is all we can do! We can't give them anymore warnings! It's Rodimus Prime and his Autobots turn to fight her now!"

"Slag," grumbled Wheeljack, "If only there was some loophole we can use!"

All three of them thought frantically for one, finally Moonracer's face brighten as she chirped out, "Marrisa Fairborne!"

Ratchet frowned as he pointed out, "She's the Femme Leader, now!"

Moonracer shook her head in denial, "She's not a full Cybertrion or bonded to Rodimus Prime yet!"

Wheeljack perked up as he realized what she was saying, "She's in a half human and half Cybertrion state!"

Ratchet's optics widens as he too realizes what was going thru their processors, "And thanks to her ongoing transformation as well as the Prime Heritage…she's slightly connected to the Matrix!"

Moonracer rubbed her hands in glee, "Which means we can go into her dreams, warn her…"

"And not get in fragging trouble with Primus and the Primes!" finished Ratchet with a laugh, "So, who is going to go?"

"I'll go," said a gruff voice behind them.

"Why Brawn, I thought you weren't that crazy about humans?" asked Wheeljack as he tried not chuckle.

He shifted as he looked uneasily on ground, "I lied," he admitted, "I do like them…I was just too slagging stubborn to admit it!" He gave the three of them a dirty look and quickly changed the subject, "I'll go warn Prime's future mate, if any of you slaggers go…they will immediately know that you're missing and where you went too!"

Ratchet scowled as he said, "He's right…you do realize Brawn that you will be in the middle of her dreaming of fragging Rodimus Prime?"

Brawn made a disgusted face, "The things I do for the Autobots!"

Later…Earth…the Ark…Optimus Prime's old quarters…

Marrisa tried not to snicker as she snuggled into Spike's old sleeping bag, 'The look on Aft-Magnus's face when Red Alert told him that there was no suspicious characters on his security cameras when Autobot City's entire sewer system exploded!' she thought to herself, 'It was very convenient of Red Alert to accidentally hit the delete button on any evidence! I do feel sorry for every human that had to evacuate the City…me included! Do I even count as human anymore? Ah, well…better get some rest before Precipitator comes in from Cybertron!'

"Chromia to Femme Leader!" chirped out her communicator.

Rolling her optics in annoyance, she grabbed her communicator that was lying beside her, "Marrisa, here…did Gadget finally let you out of med bay, Chromia?"

"Yes, she did," she grumbled out, "the pit spawn is too much like her father! She wouldn't let me out until I promised that I wouldn't blow Aft-Magnus to the Matrix!"

"I can't imagine why," she said as she tried not chuckle, "Anyway, why are you calling me?"

"Just to say that Lancer has reported in," she stated, "the annoying slagger has landed and I have sent Stigma to do her thing. Hopefully, Boomer can figure out and counter whatever Blackarachia is making Preceptor do."

"If she's not still working on Prowl's shell with Sunstreaker!" she exclaimed, "Speaking of which, have they finished yet?"

Chromia answered, "A click ago, while you were busy packing your things in the City; right now they are both snoozing away into dreamland."

"Which I would like to do right now," she yawned out, "Is Prowl's new body finally done?"

"Almost, Gadget is putting on a protection coat for his shell and then it will be done, according to her."

"Why doesn't she get Swoop to help her?"

"She refused, and she's still making Swoop study that data pad over, and over again until he can recite it back to her in my opinion!"

Marrisa frowned in concern as she asked, "She's still getting that bad feeling?"

"Yes," she confirmed, "Her mother was the same way…for some reason she always seem to know when things were about to go to the pit!"

"Wonderful," she grumbled, "Chromia, I'm going to sleep before anything else happens!"

"Have a good recharge, Femme Leader!"

Marrisa pinched the bridge of her nose, "I've really got to come up with a name…if for anything else to stop them from calling me by that stupid title!" Sighing in despair as she put down the communicator beside once again; then she fluffed up her pillow and re-snuggled into the sleeping bag.

When she was finally asleep, she dreamt: She sucked eagerly at her mate's spike while he cried out in pleasure: "Mara…please!"

"What did you say earlier, Roddy? Ah…I know! Please…what?" she purred out and was about to resume her task, when a short green and gold Autobot appeared beside her with his hand covering his optics.

She snarled out to him, "He is my mate…mine!"

"Uhh...he is your mate," the strange mech impatiently agreed with her, "But, right now he is in danger! Blackarachia has found out about Jazz's and Hound's decoy plan! She has taken control of Jazz, and right now she is on the real transport shuttle with Prime!"

She was silent for a moment, and then she woke up…roaring out, "MY MATE!"

Once again, everyone looked up or woke up to bellow that sounded thru out the Ark.

In Prowl's Office…

Prowl looked up from one of Red Alert's numerous data pads; he cursed as he rushed out of the room towards Prime's old quarters, "Pit!"

In Chromia's Office…

Chromia looked up from her dart game of Ultra Magnus's aft, "Ah…slag!" she exclaimed as she rushed out of the office, "Now what?!"

In the Med Bay…

Gadget was putting the finishing touches on Prowl's new shell, when she heard Marrisa's yell, "Pit! My bad feeling has just gotten a whole slagging worse!" she screamed as she put down the paint air brush and rushed towards the medicine cabinet, "Swoop!"

Swoop poked his head out of her office, "Me Swoop can stop studying now?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes," she growled out as she searched thru the medicine cabinet, "For the moment! Right now help me find a sedative that's safe for our Femme Leader to use!"

Optimus Prime's old quarters…

Both Prowl and Chromia stared in shock at the little humanoid figure that was easily shredding the old sleeping bag and pillow into bits of fabric; "Mine! Must get to him…mine!" she ranted out loud.

They looked at one another uneasily, finally Prowl whispered to her, "Something's happened…whatever it is…the Prime Heritage within her is making her feral!"

"No kidding!" she growled out to him, "And just which of us should ask her what has happened?"

Prowl didn't say anything but merely stepped back and pushed her into the room, "Coward!" she shouted which unfortunately brought her to Marrisa Fairborne's attention.

"Mine!" she bellowed as her optics blazed a brilliant white, "He is my mate!"

Chromia took a deep breath and tried to be as submissive as possible; which wasn't easy with her aggressive personality, "Femme Leader, he is your mate! I've already have a mate!" she quietly exclaimed while she thought, 'Please don't let her remember that Hidey is dead!'

"Yes," she growled out, "You have mate?!"

"Yes, I have a mate;" she said calmly and then asked, "What has happened to your mate?"

She cocked her head in cat-like manner as she stared at the two femmes before her, finally she pointed to Prowl, "You have mate?"

Prowl bit his lip to keep from saying anything as he quickly signed out to Chromia; *The Heritage has completely taken her mind over! Tell her that my mate is dead and I am still grieving over my mate's death; I don't want her mate!*

Taking a deep breath, Chromia answered for Prowl, "Her mate is dead and she's still grieving over her mate. She doesn't want your mate!"

Marrisa nodded her head as she growled out to Prowl, "Sorry bout your mate…but he is my mate!"

"Oh, Primus!" grumbled out Sunstreaker who sneaked up behind him, "She sounds like a newly awaken Dinobot!"

She hissed out, "Not yours... belong to Prime!"

Chromia and Prowl gave her weak smiles as they each grabbed at one of Sunstreaker's audio fins and dragged him out of the wild humanoid's sight, "Ow, ow!" he cried out in pain, "Let go of me!"

Marrisa frowned in curiosity as her improved hearing could make out cries of pain and a mech shouting, "Go tell Gadget that the Heritage is making her feral! She'll know what to do!"

The two femmes appeared before her again; and she finally recognized one of them as her elder beta; the elder asked, "Femme Leader, what has happen to your mate?"

She snarled in fury as she remembered her dream, "Was dreaming of having my mate! Strange short gold green mech appeared! Said mate was in danger from former femme alpha!"

Chromia slapped her face in aggravation, while Prowl's jaw tightens in order to contain his fury. When he felt that both of them had calmed down, enough he tapped her shoulder and gestured to Marrisa Fairborne. "Right," she muttered under her breath, "Find out what the slag Blackarachia has done to him!" Taking a deep breath, she questioned, "What has former femme alpha done to your mate?"

"Former alpha femme found out my mate's third mech beta's plan," she growled out, "Now former alpha femme has control of my mate's third mech beta and on real shuttle that my mate is going on."

For a few moments...both Prowl and Chromia stared into space in order to process her words, when they did as well as figured out Jazz's plan…Marrisa Fairborne frowned in concern as she watched the silent femme banging her head on the wall and the elder beta femme cursing out, "Slag it Jazz! You could have told me about this half-aft plan of yours!"

The silent femme stopped her head banging, glared at the elder femme beta and made strange hand gestures to her; "Yeah, yeah… I slagging know!" shouted the elder beta femme.

"You femmes all right?" she asked primitively.

"Yes," Chromia lied thru her mouth plate, "We're just discussing how to rescue your mate!"

Marrisa frowned at them, and accused them, "You lie, me know! But…who that?" She pointed behind them.

Turning around, they both stared at Swoop as he stood behind before them with his arms behind his back, "Me Youngling Swoop!" he submissively informed her, "You Alpha Femme Leader?"

"Yes," she replied suspiciously, "What do You Youngling Swoop want?"

"Me have gift from Her Hatchet," he innocently replied.

Her face scrunched up as she tried to remember which of her femmes was named Hatchet; the name sounded familiar…"What gift?"

"Her Alpha Femme Leader close optics," he instructed her as he slowly walked toward her, "And Me Youngling Swoop will give it to you!"

Frowning warily, she ordered, "Fine! Him Youngling Swoop, hurry! Need to rescue my mate!"

"Me will," he told her and as soon as she closed her optics…he quickly brought out his arms…one of his hands clutching a syringe! Swiftly, he injected the sedative within her; "Me Swoop say night-night!"

The three of them sighed in relief as she slumped over into Swoop's empty hand, "Is it safe to act normal around her now?" Chromia asked cautiously.

"Me Swoop say yes," he replied, "But, sedative won't last long…Me Swoop taking her back to med bay. Her Gadget has a quarantine room ready!"

"Good," growled out Prowl as he brought out his communicator and dashed towards the Ark's entrance, "Lt. Caine to Grimlock, she's on her way! Get yourself and the other Dinobots here to the Ark now! I'll meet you at the entrance!"

At the same time, Chromia brought out her communicator as she raced toward the command center, "Chromia to Red Alert, she's on her way! Do what Gadget told you to do for your sick act!"

Swoop sighed wearily as he rushed to get his patient to the med bay, "Me Swoop say prep time over!" he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile up in space…on Rodimus Prime's private shuttle…

He groaned out loud as he felt someone gently stroking his jaw line, "Mara?" he muttered as he slowly opened his optics, "Oh…slag!"

"Now, now," chided Blackarachia as she gently patted his check, "Good little mechs don't use bad language!"