CHAPTER EIGHT

Farewell

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Meg: They eulogized Jazz for two seconds – not fair. Anyway, so here's the next chapter.

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"Bianca!" I yelled, running to her in my Autobot form.

"Oh Primus, Emma!" She gasped, and hugged me back as we crashed into each other.

Behind me, the military got off of their airship.

And, behind them were the Autobots – Bumblebee, Jetfire, Jetstorm, Jazz, Shadow, Arlexa, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Backdraft…and the girls Honey Bee, Shooting Star, Kelsi and Angelina – yes, she had come back with us.

Starscream and Blitzwing stood together, looking around extremely nervously. I noticed most of the Autobots were glaring at them.

Ironhide's body was unloaded.

"Oh no…" Zikya whispered, as Wheeljack carried her towards Ironhide's body.

I took a long look at her – and I gasped.

"Z-Zikya!?" I cried. She turned to look at me, tears running down her face. I was unaware of the purple energon on my own face. "Is…is that a baby bump!?" I cried, pointing.

She nodded.

We both started to cry even harder then.

And Bianca whispered to me: "She's not the only one…"

Oh Primus.

Our children were children of the revolution.

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We were back in Perth, needless to say.

Our first order of business was to farewell Ironhide, which we did fairly quickly but with respect.

All of us Autobots shot cannons into the sky, honouring our fallen weapons specialist. I tried not to cry, but didn't really succeed.

"We lost a great bot," Optimus said. "But he did not die in vain. He died protecting our princess…and the Matrix."

I held up the pouch. "The Matrix disintegrated when I touched it – I thought it might, which is why I brought this pouch. We still need the Matrix to somehow beat Megatron and The Fallen…"

"Well what about those two!?" Ratchet cried, pointing at Starscream and Blitzwing.

"Calm down." Sky Dragon hissed.

"Those two are on our side – they saved mine and Honey Bee's lives." I said firmly, facing the Autobots and military. "We all have the power of choice," Dear Primus, I sounded like Optimus! "And Screamer and Blitzy both made their choice…for their spark mates."

Honey Bee nodded firmly.

Bee and Screamer both looked pained. "Blitzwing is Honey Bee's spark mate?" They both cried.

"It's okay." I lied, glad that only I could read minds.

"My daughter!?" Screamer added, and members of the military murmured at this.

I just rolled my optics. "She's my daughter too, Screamer, and I say it's okay."

Both Bee and Screamer glared at Blitzwing.

"Alright," Optimus said, taking the Matrix pouch from me. "We have the Matrix…"

"The Matrix pieces." Angelina pointed out.

Skids nudged Mudflap, and they both pointed at Angelina. This didn't escape her. She stared at them. She looked impressive in her tight jeans and tight singlet, and she was a famous star. Everybody had been looking at her since she got here.

She was taking the whole giant robots thing pretty well. Probably better then what I did. She was very adaptable.

"We have to figure out what we're going to do – especially since The Fallen has returned." Bianca said. Naturally, I had filled everyone in on this who didn't already know. Everyone knew that The Fallen had risen – but no one knew what he wanted.

On the contrary, we all knew what Megatron wanted.

Me. And my power. Or my twins. And their power.

And the Matrix.

But why?

What reason did he have…aside from wanting to take over the universe, starting with earth and Cybertron?

How were we going to figure this one out?

One thing I knew for certain – no more running off.

Which was what I thought until I got the call from Wasp.

It was late one night, in September, just after the twins' birthday (never get twin girls I-Pods that hold 5000 songs and expect them not to use them to the max, especially if they're friends with Jazz).

I was lying on my back, next to Bee, who was in recharge.

I should mention this – Screamer was going way out of his way to avoid me.

I couldn't pretend that it didn't hurt, but at least Bee was happy. In the meantime, Honey Bee and Blitzwing had become inseparable. Same with Jetfire, Jetstorm and Shooting Star.

I couldn't pretend that this didn't bother me.

Anyway, so I was lying there, when suddenly I heard Wasp's voice whisper to me through our com-link: "Butterfly? Butterfly?"

I was instantly on-guard. "Wasp?" I asked, sitting up. I hadn't heard his voice since we'd parted ways in Detroit – as soon as the other Autobots had arrived, Wasp had gone AWOL. I had wondered what had become of him.

I was about to find out.

"Can you meet me?" He asked. He didn't even wait for an answer. "I'll send you the coordinates…here…"

"Yes, but Wasp…" I received the coordinates, and I recognised them. "Tell me, what's going on?" I asked.

"You'll see when you get here." He replied.

He was in Fremantle.

It would take me less then five minutes to get there from here.

If I flew.

But, I didn't have to fly.

I stood up, opened up a dimensional gate, and jumped through it.

Wasp, and two others, were waiting for me.