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There was a light buzz in the makeshift rec room that had been set up for the Autobots, as Myra, Jazz and Orix entered.

Jazz and Orix had offered to help Myra find Prowl, even though she still hadn't told them his name. The rec room was basically a very, very large garage, with a few tables and chairs for the Cybertronians.

Myra waved to some of the more familiar faces. They walked over to where Ironhide was and started talking.

'Hello Myra,' was the gruff, but friendly, reply. She smiled at his character.

'Hey Ironhide,' she hopped up onto the large table, 'You haven't by any chance seen a strange Autobot pass by here have you?'

'Cant say I have. I only got here a few minutes ago,' he turned towards Jazz and Orix, 'You two helping Myra find him, or are you just standing here for no reason?'

'Uh… we're with Myra,' replied Orix. The rec room seemed as normal as it usually was. There were about three others in the room besides themselves.

The three exited the room and started for the training rooms. Nothing there either. They continued their search around the entire base but still nothing could be found.

Myra threw her hands up in the air, 'Great! I'm charged with looking after this guy, but I lose him a few minutes after I meet him!'

'Well why'd he run off then?' asked Orix.

'Ugh, I don't know. He seemed nervous, maybe even scared, when you two came around the corner. Then he just bolted.' She sighed, exasperated, 'He seemed very interested with the plants.' She then face palmed herself, 'We didn't check outside,' she said slowly.

The three of them took off, towards the courtyard, an invisible presence following them.

(Prowl's POV)

I watched the three of them travel around the base looking for me. I had also taken notice that Myra had not informed Jazz or Orix of what my name was. Probably the reason they were helping her.

The trio had entered the courtyard. Judging by my scanners, the temperature on this planet was slowly decreasing, this section of the planet getting colder. Interesting.

I did not want to reveal myself until I could know that they were trust worthy. Either way, they would still probably raise their weapons.

The girl was clearly getting frustrated, 'Ok, how can some guy just vanish?' she asked the two Autobots behind her.

'Some kind of ability?' suggested Orix.

'Cybertronians have powers?' the human was now interested.

'Well ya. I mean Orix here, can listen in on every conversation sent by comm. She is our best spy' Jazz supplied.

'She's a telepath! That is so cool. Ok, ok, what am I thinking at the moment,' Myra was practically jumping with anticipation. Orix put her servo on her head, in concentration. She removed it after a few breems.

'You're trying to think of places where…' she put her hand to her forehead again, but quickly removed it as her eyes widened, 'Prowl! The mech you are looking for is the Cybertronian which injured Jazz and I on Cybertron in his attempt to escape! Why did Ratchet put you with that job? The mechs far too dangerous, '

Oh, slag.

Jazz had a surprised expression on his face, while Orix kept ranting. The situation was slowly deteriorating, and Myra seemed less than pleased at the outburst.

This continued for a few breems before she shouted up, 'Enough! Orix, the guy I met today was in no way hostile. And I think it was not his intention to hurt you. You were gonna throw him in a cell!'

'Myra, this mech is not an Autobot. He can't be trusted,' Orix tried to reason, 'For all we know he could be a Decepticon spy.'

'Then Orix, why would Ratchet allow him to be walking around this base, let alone have a defenseless human showing him around. I don't care what he did; it's what any other living being would've done to protect themselves. Humans do it on an everyday basis. Hell, even you guys do it,' I was struck by her words. Why was she standing up for me? She'd just met me.

The saboteur that stood behind the two fighting femmes was still in muted thought. And to think, I was but a few steps away.

A white speck floated down in front of me, followed by another and another. I looked at the sky, and saw all these white spots coming down from a grey sky. Jazz was watching them as well. Unfortunately the Autobot and the human were still arguing.

Another one of white anomalies landed on my shoulder. This continued for a while. I don't know when Myra and Orix stopped arguing, but they were staring at the sky.

Jazz started to lower his gaze to the ground, but stopped to the point where I was standing. I realised then that these white specs were forming an outline of my frame.

He took a step closer. Thinking back, if I had just remained still, I probably wouldn't have been noticed.

(Myra's POV)

The snow had started falling. We were now in November of the year, and today had been the day it had started snowing. I had explained the concept of Christmas to the 'bots, but it had taken a painstakingly long time.

I noticed Jazz was staring at a spot in the air. I looked there from my place on the ground, and saw snowflakes suspended in the air. Not your everyday thing.

He took a step towards them, and I watched as those snowflakes seemed to jerk backwards and then fall to the ground.

He lunged at the spot and grabbed onto something. I saw a flicker of black in the air before it was gone.

'Jazz, what are you doing?' I asked the now seemingly struggling Autobot. Another flicker went across the air in front of him, and momentarily Prowl appeared before us. He glanced towards me as I walked towards him.

'This the mech, you looking for Myra?' asked Jazz, with a hint of hostility towards the Cybertronian.

'It's okay Jazz,' he sent a warning glance towards me, 'Seriously, he's not gonna hurt us.'

'Myra, ya don't know what he can do,' he still didn't let go of Prowl.

'Jazz, I was put in charge of him. I have the final say,' Ha, got ya there didn't I.

He let out a sigh, and I smiled innocently at him, 'You can trust this face, can't you?' I asked all sweet. A lot of practice watching my younger sister when she wanted something. She often got it.

He released Prowl, and he stood up to his full height.

'Okay, so where were we on the tour?' I asked jokingly.

'I believe I have seen enough,' he responded to my question. I frowned.

'But you've only seen half the base,' I pointed out. I saw his mouth twitch.

'I've been following you around while you've been looking for me,' he replied with… was that amusement?

'So, while I've been looking for you, you were right behind us,' I put my head in my palms and shook it back and forth.

'You have got to be joking,' I took my face out of my hands, 'Ok, so you have seen the base. But… you have not met any other Autobots,'

'Yes, something I hope I will not have to do,' he looked pointedly at Jazz.

'Hey, you slammed a wall into us! You have absolutely no right to even contemplate or blame Jazz for his actions, which did not cause you any harm,' shouted Orix.

I noticed a smirk form, 'My apologies for my actions and the accusation. But seeing as you do not clearly understand this, I will inform you. I am neither under your command nor with you in your cause. You are strangers to me that had the decency to take me off our now dead world, even though I was originally intended to be sent to the stocks. I am grateful for that. But it still remains that you have no control over me. Thoroughly more, I do have rights now that we are no longer in a war, but on a different planet with different customs.' He left Orix speechless.

'He slammed a wall into you guys?' I asked. No reply.

'Yep. Took me a while to get all the dings out of them as well,' we turned to the rough voice of the Autobot medic, Ratchet.

He saw the angry looks on Jazz and Orix's features, 'Don't worry. He isn't a Decepticon spy. Just a Tactician.'

'A tactician?' Jazz's incredulous voice rang out in the courtyard.

'Yes, a tactician,' Prowl's voice answered, 'We can still fight,'

'No, no I'm not denying that. I just didn't think you were a tactician. I know you guys use your minds a lot, but not enough to mentally throw things,' okay this is cool. In one day I found out that two Cybertronians have cool powers. One telepathy, the other, telekinesis.

'Enough to determine the attack on Praxus,' Prowl's gaze sharpened, and his fists clenched. Must've struck a nerve. Judging by his next sentence, I think I was right.

'And I'm guessing that warning was dismissed, because now Praxus is dead, Iacon is dead, Cybertron is dead, and we are leeching off of this planet!' the medic took a step back at the biting tone. Just as Jazz and Orix took a step forward.

The mech was practically seething now.

'You allowed the destruction of our home planet, due to your incompetence!' he shouted. The wind started picking up, 'Optimus and Megatron fought for power, that's all this war is about! Not peace, not equality. At the moment the Autobots don't even deserve to wear that title!' the wind was now a howling gale. Pieces of earth started to rip away from the ground.

Ratchet grabbed hold of me when I started lifting off the ground. Seriously. Oh, I had to get charged with the maniac, didn't I Ratchet. Yep.

Prowl continued, 'Cybertron is dead because of you! And what's worse you probably didn't even try to save any of the other Cybertronians. You just left them for dead.' He hissed out the last bit and it struck home with the Autobots.

Orix lunged at the now shaking Prowl. But before she could even strike him, he had his hand around her throat.

The voice that spoke next was definitely not his, 'I should have finished the job back on Iacon,' Orix's eyes widened as he started tightening his grip.

'Orix!' Jazz quickly slammed into Prowl causing him to let her go. Ratchet and I watched from a safe distance. The doc 'bot was running scans at light speed on the decreasing situation.

I had to help in some way, maybe as a distraction. I ran way from Ratchet and into the open.

'Prowl!' I cried. He turned towards me. I gasped. His eyes… were black. My memories from seven years ago came rushing back at me. Those eyes that stared at me from the woods. The crystal necklace, which I wore from that day forth continuously, being thrown at my feet, surrounded by a strange glowing aura.

The words he spoke, 'Sretnuocne nac eb gnivieced Arym.'

The world glowed white.

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