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(Eliza's POV)

I was rather surprised that my sister had demanded to come. But then again, when does this opportunity come around in a lifetime?

The Autobots transformed and Terry and I got in Optimus, while Myra was with Seyer. The other four came as well. I looked behind and waved to my parents. My brothers were no where in sight, but they probably went back inside.

A thought struck me, 'Optimus, why did you bring so many Cybertronians to simply talk with Prowl?'

'We knew of his skills in the more… abnormal area of the Cybertronian physics. We were simply coming prepared.' the excuse was very… skimpy. Most of the details had been left out.

'How did you come to know Prowl, Eliza?' the Prime questioned me now. I was not gonna give in that easily.

'I don't believe I am at a privilege to release that information.' I replied bluntly.

He sighed, 'Eliza, we looked up your records on the army. Your division has no knowing of the Autobots or Decepticons. So how do you?' I still remained impassive, 'Please, miss Jover. This would help us entirely to the best advantage.' What? Best ADVANTAGE?

'What advantage? Trying to kill Prowl, throw him in the stockades. Or are you going to go after the both of us?' I was getting furious.

'You must understand-' I cut him off.

'No, you must understand. Prowl went through more hell during that war than you could ever understand. He was constantly hiding, because if either side found him, he'd be dead! What have you done?' I was shouting now.

'I have experienced a great deal of pain and misfortune myself Miss Jover,' his booming voice took me off balance, 'And while I understand your concern for him, knowing more about your first encounter will help us dramatically. We do not wish to throw him in the stockades or offline him. We are not like the Decepticons and we treasure every life.' He could really persuade you.

I thought about it, 'Do you promise me that you will not harm him?'

'Yes.'

'And that you'll take his decision into account?' he hesitated.

'… Yes.'

'Alright. I met Prowl when I was traversing the mental plane. I ran into him a few weeks before the war started. He told me about Cybertron, while I told him about Earth and we became fast friends. During the fighting we established a link that did not require us to be on the mental realm. We could speak to each other through our thoughts, and we could sense each others emotions.' There was silence after my explanation.

'…Like a Sparkbond.' I remembered this term from earlier. No, it was nothing like that.

'No, Prowl and I just have a rare gift of telepathy. And removing our spiritual beings from our body and sending them to a different dimension that we can bend to our will.' Well, that was a lot easier to explain.

'Or simply a Sparkbond.' He was not giving up.

'No, nothing at all like that. Prowl and I are not bonded.' You know, I almost forgot that my sister was here as well.

'What's a Sparkbond?' she asked. Optimus went into the explanation and soon she was slack jawed.

'I'm going to have to talk to Prowl.' She muttered. Great.

'It's not a Sparkbond. I don't even have a spark, on earth we call it a heart and it's made up of flesh… or something. I was never good with anatomy.' God, I wish he would understand.

Thankfully he changed to a different topic, 'What are Prowl's limits concerning his ability?'

'If he overexerts himself, then he'll fall unconscious. It takes a lot of energy to use the telekinesis.' I explained. Optimus seemed to contemplate this.

'Judging by your first physical encounter with Prowl what can you derive from him?' that was an odd question.

'He… is a huge metallic being that came from Cybertron and could easily crush me without even trying.' Good answer.

'You are intimidated?'

'No, I know Prowl wont hurt me, considering that I'm the only person who hasn't tried to kill him.' I stressed this point. There was silence for the next five minutes. We passed a borderline and entered a field, where an enormous jet was waiting. And a lot of soldiers.

'Hey Optimus,' His silence was an invitation to go on; 'I'm starting to think you weren't just coming to talk to him.' And again, his silence was answer enough.

We stopped a few meters away from the aircraft and got out. Myra walked over to us as well, while the Autobots entered the transport in their vehicle modes.

'Um… hi, again.' She addressed me. This was awkward.

'Hi…'

'I'm sorry about the last time, you know, when I slammed you onto the ground,' Ah, painful memories.

'Sorry I held a gun to your head.' I shrugged. My sister's eyes widened at my reply.

'You held a gun to her head?' she asked incredulously.

'It was in… different circumstances,' I replied. She was staring at me sternly.

'Hey, no hard feelings,' Myra held out her hand towards me. I shook it.

'Just don't try killing Prowl.' I added. She smiled.

'Wouldn't dream of it.'

'Myra, come on! We have to go back to base; it's not safe for you!' Seyer's voice cut through the silence. She groaned.

'I wish he didn't have to shout it out loud. A comm. System would work just fine, or even telepathy,' she laughed and she and Terry got on the plane. I just stood there.

I remained standing there for another five minutes. There was nothing. No sense. No… no anything.

Optimus came out when I still hadn't come in, 'Eliza?' he asked. No, there was something. It was very small, like a pinprick. Multiple pinpricks. All over my body. Then there were slicing motions. I felt like I was being tortured. That someone was hurting me. I didn't know what was going on.

I then realised. This wasn't being done to me; it was being done to Prowl.

I don't even remember falling down until my sister was standing over me, with Myra by her side, and the Autobots. I couldn't make them out

… Prowl… I reached out my mind to the Cybertronian.

Eliza… came the reply … Decepticons l-landed an attack on m-me when I was teleported.

You're hurt… I started weakly.

As are you. But this is because of the mental connection. If I am feeling pain, so will you. I'm sorry… his voice faded out as my vision started to clear. He was losing consciousness. And that was severing the more powerful link we both have when we're awake.

The pain finally left my body and I looked up into the faces of my sister, Myra, Seyer, Orix, Jazz and Ratchet. The Prime was standing a few paces back.

'I need space.' Was the first thing I said.

Terry smirked, 'She's gonna be fine.' The others relaxed.

'What happened?' asked Myra. I remembered the message.

'Prowl's been taken by the Decepticons and is being tortured in an unknown location and has lost consciousness so I can't contact him to get any information.' That was just a jumble of words placed together in an extremely fast monologue.

'He's been taken by the Decepticons,' Seyer was the one to speak, 'Or he's joined them.'

'Seyer,' Myra's tone was dangerous.

'It's not a possibility that we can rule out. He never had a side, who's saying he couldn't have joined them.' He hissed the last word. Myra's face was getting red.

'I know you have mixed feelings about your brother, Seyer,' Optimus said, 'But you need to put that behind you. Many lives are at stake.' The voice of reason.

'He was always secretive, he could've easily been working for the Decepticons this whole time and not-' Myra stopped him.

'Stop being so biased towards your own sibling!' she shouted, 'If you don't remember correctly, you left him! If anything, he has more of a right to hate you than you him!' this is the most entertaining thing I've seen in a while. Does that make me a bad person if I take pleasure in other peoples problems?

'He didn't fight for the right cause! Yes I may have left, but it was so that I could come back for him.' Seyer tried explaining to the furious girl below.

'Oh yeah? How long did it take you to scrape up enough doe to support two of you?' I don't know how he knew the word doe but he replied very quickly.

'Two vorns,' her eyes widened, as did mine. Seyer left that orphanage four vorns before Prowl, so…

'You did just leave him.' She made the connection.

She started shouting at him in full, using very colourful, four letter words, which are extremely common in human culture. I could see that my sister was getting confused, and a bit annoyed. Wait for it…

'Shut the hell up!' there it is, 'I don't know what's going on with you and Prowl, but if Eliza is correct, then he is being tortured by the hands of your enemy. And when he wakes up my sister is going to feel the same amount of pain as well-' I stopped her.

'No, I won't,' all attention was on me, 'Prowl severed our connection, knowing about it's… flaws. When he wakes up only he will feel pain, he saved me from another agonizing time.'

'Ok, then that. But this doesn't change anything. Prowl is a… Cybertronian, just like you guys,' she took a while to remember the word, 'And from what I gather, there aren't many left. And seeing as this is an army matter,' she clasped her hands together, 'I have full power over all of you. Now get on the mode of transport immediately and get us to your base!' full authority went into the last sentence as General Jover kicked in. Then my two brothers' fell out of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

'You have got to be joking.' Both Terry and I groaned

'Can we keep them?' the two Autobot twins had transformed and asked this question. I rolled my eyes.

'No you cannot keep them. And as for you two,' I turned towards them.

'Please let us go!' Begged David - I think - , 'It's so boring back at home. Besides, mom and dad gave us full permission.' I am gonna have to talk to my parents.

Terry smirked, 'Get in the plane.' The two boys broke out into smiles while I stared slack jawed at my sister. She saw me, 'Oh relax. They get to see what this is like, and then we get to use them for target practice later.' She drew out her gun. I grinned.

The Autobots seemed slightly shocked, but nonetheless got into the plane. I sat next to Myra and leaned against the metal hull.

Terry started up a conversation with Ironhide, 'So, what do you do in the ranks?' she asked.

The mech grunted but replied, 'Weapons specialist.' He said shortly.

'Nice.'

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