This fic is courtesy of me and Sentinel Prime/StarscreamSkydancer and I only own my OCs.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro/Michael Bay.
Once Sentinel arrived at Bailey's family's house, Optimus and Megatron met up with him. Bailey hopped out of the Rosenbauer Panther, allowing the elder Prime to transform into his robot mode.
"Bailey," asked Megatron, "is this where you live?"
"No," answered Bailey, "this is where my family lives…..wait. Megatron, I have to warn you that if you go near my sister, she'll panic."
"I'm staying here with Optimus," replied Megatron.
"Ok," nodded Bailey.
Bailey sprinted towards the house and knocked on the front door. It wasn't long before Nigel opened it.
"Dad, you're ok!" chirped Bailey.
Bailey gave Nigel a hug as Kylie and Sophie appeared behind him. The three Cybertronians stood side by side with Sentinel between Optimus and Megatron, one arm around each child.
"I'm so proud of both of you today," praised Sentinel, "especially you, Megatron, as you had the most difficult things to get through."
"Thank you, father," smiled Megatron.
"Sentinel," replied Optimus, "there's…..something important I want to tell you."
"Yes, Optimus?" Sentinel said softly.
"Before the crisis occurred in Chicago," explained Optimus, "Bailey told me that she was worried about you, and she wanted to save you from death. After watching you die, I fear she might be blaming herself for failing to protect you. She even asked me to help her."
"She seems all right now that I'm back," assured Sentinel.
Sentinel focused his optics on Bailey, who released from her embrace with Kylie.
"I'm glad you're ok, Bails," smiled Kylie.
"Same for you, Mom," replied Bailey, "excuse me for a moment."
Bailey focused her eyes on Sentinel and approached him. The elder Prime knelt down to meet her gaze.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me?" asked Bailey.
"I don't think so," answered Sentinel.
"It's just," replied Bailey, "I wanted to save you, but I couldn't."
"There's nothing you could've done," explained Sentinel, "even Ratchet could not have helped. The wounds were too great."
"You mean there was no way to prevent it in the first place?" clarified Bailey.
"Not once the damage was done, no," nodded Sentinel, "but I believe it was meant to happen. Other things came about because of it."
"Like what?" insisted Bailey.
"I have both my sons back," answered Sentinel, "Decepticons are abandoning the path of evil, and something tells me another great evil has been ended; an evil not from Cybertron, but from here on Earth."
"And I'm happy to have you back," concluded Bailey.
Bailey climbed up Sentinel's leg and hugged his face.
"You're getting pretty good at that, you know," commented Sentinel, "say, what the frag's up with my leg? It's not bothering me anymore."
"Oh, that?" explained Bailey, "I fixed it before waking you up."
"You…you did?" gasped Sentinel, "how?"
"I used my bracer to extract the shrapnel in your leg," answered Bailey.
"It can do that?" paused Sentinel, "Ratchet will want to know that for healing."
"Yeah," chuckled Bailey, "I'd better tell him about it."
Bailey climbed down before sprinting back to her family.
"I don't know if I'll be back for Thanksgiving this year," said Bailey, "but I promise you I'll come over for Christmas, and I'll bring along Sentinel and his family."
"That's ok," assured Nigel, "we'll see you later."
"Bye!" chirped Bailey.
Nigel, Kylie and Sophie went back into the house while Bailey approached Sentinel, Optimus and Megatron.
"So," asked Bailey, "how are we going to explain the mess we made in Chicago?"
"Why won't you be back for Thanksgiving?" objected Sentinel, "and the only family I have to bring anywhere are these two rascals."
"I was thinking of helping you guys restore Cybertron after we deal with the aftermath of the battle," explained Bailey.
"Oh," replied Sentinel, "um…i-is there anything you would be able to do that would help with that?"
"Does she know how to repair a ship?" added Megatron, "we have the Nemesis to transport large amounts of people and cargo, but the Ark was built for such tasks, while the Nemesis was built to be a military vessel."
"I don't know about repairing a ship," answered Bailey, "but I was thinking of convincing Akane to help me use the AllSpark to restore Cybertron. That was your original goal, right?"
"How?" demanded Sentinel, Optimus and Megatron in unison.
"All I could think of is delivering the AllSpark to Cybertron," replied Bailey.
Just then, Bumblebee arrived with Clayton, Olive and Fred.
"Maybe one of them has an idea," said Megatron.
Clayton, Olive and Fred jumped out of Bumblebee, allowing him to transform into his robot mode.
"Hey, Bails!" called Clayton, "shouldn't we head back to base? Mearing just called and she said that the President has summoned all of us!"
"I'm scrapped," groaned Megatron, "you all go on, I'll wait for you on the Nemesis with Soundwave and the Vehicons."
Megatron transformed into his alternate mode and took off. Sentinel noticed all the other Autobots arriving with Akane, Lennox, Epps and Dylan in tow.
"Well," sighed Sentinel, "I suppose we go back and receive our grilling. Can't be any worse than Ratchet."
Optimus pulled out the small control and activated the space bridge. He led everyone through the portal, taking them straight to base where Mearing, Sharp, Simmons and Morshower were waiting.
"All right," groaned Sentinel, "get it over with. Whoever wants to yell at us, go ahead and do it."
"First off," replied Simmons, "we'd like to thank you all for eliminating Mr. Saburou Ozaki."
"Second?" asked Ironhide.
"The President is on his way here," answered Morshower.
"So you'd better explain about that attack in Chicago soon," added Sharp.
"We're toast," grumbled Sentinel, "tell him not to worry, we'll be leaving shortly."
"He's not asking you to leave," assured Mearing.
"Quit stalling and just get it over with," barked Sentinel.
After a few moments of silence, a limousine arrived at the base and the President emerged from it.
"Wow," whispered Clayton, "I never thought we would ever get to see the President in person."
"Me either," replied Bailey.
"I hate this political slag," grumbled Sentinel, "I want to go home."
"I was told that these Decepticons were responsible for causing these terrorist attacks in New York City and Chicago over the course of last year," explained the President, "but at the same time, I heard that you Autobots have defended mankind ever since you came here. That reminds me of the American soldier who proudly defends his country."
"Actually," corrected Sentinel, "it's kind of….our fault that the Decepticons ever came here. We're the ones who sent the AllSpark into space. That's what brought them here."
"Is it because you were trying to defend your home?" asked the President.
"Yes," nodded Sentinel, "but that does not excuse endangering the home of another race who was not at all involved."
"I'm sure you didn't mean to get mankind involved," replied the President, "but I'm glad you ended your own war before it got worse."
"It was the opposite of my intent," murmured Sentinel, "a Prime is a protector, a guardian of life. It is my error in judgment, deciding to launch the AllSpark when I knew full well it could endanger another world with life on it somewhere. For that, I will face any and all judgment and I will serve any and all sentences I am given."
"Congress would like me to tell you that you should ask the Decepticons to leave the planet," advised the President, "if any Autobots like yourself would like to stay, that is fine with me. Just don't cause any trouble, ok?"
"The Decepticons are no longer a threat," replied Sentinel, "those who did not change sides have already been apprehended. While I appreciate your offer, we will all be returning to Cybertron. There is much work to do to restore it, and we need every set of hands we have. It is an enormous planet."
"You're welcome," nodded the President, "now if you'll excuse me, I must be going, and I'll talk to Congress about what you told me."
The President hopped back into the limousine. It wasn't long before the limousine drove out of the base.
"You're going to use the Pillars to teleport back to Cybertron, right?" asked Bailey, "oh, I almost forgot. What's the status of the star that is harboring the planet?"
"What do you mean the status of the star?" paused Sentinel, confused.
"I mean how much time does the star harboring Cybertron have left before it expires?" clarified Bailey, "I know the Sun here in this Solar System won't last forever."
"Why are you worried about this?" insisted Sentinel.
"I just want to know whether or not the star would die soon," explained Bailey.
"You'll be long gone by the time that becomes a concern," assured Sentinel, "Mostly all of us will be."
"Ok then," nodded Bailey, "I'll get ready to travel to Cybertron with you guys."
"Are you sure the atmosphere in Cybertron is breathable for humans?" asked Mearing.
"Yes," answered Sentinel, "though the restoration effort will take multiple years to complete. Are you sure you want to be gone that long? You may not get to start your game company with your friends, and I don't know that your devices will be able to work on Cybertron. Also, I doubt we will be able to communicate with Earth from there."
"Maybe we can return the AllSpark to Cybertron and work our way from there," replied Bailey.
"Elita and I can overlook the restoration of Cybertron and set up long distance communication between Cybertron and Earth," added Optimus.
"And maybe we could appoint ambassadors that will represent us," nodded Elita.
"And Sentinel, maybe you could visit Optimus and Megatron once in a while?" suggested Bailey.
"Bailey," replied Sentinel, "I'll be living with them."
"But I'll miss you!" protested Bailey.
Bailey sprinted towards Sentinel and hugged his leg, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"We really need to plan a wedding ceremony for Bails and Sentinel," commented Clayton.
"You idiot," snapped Olive, "she heard that."
"I know," Sentinel said softly, "but this is what I've been wanting. For eons, we've been searching for the AllSpark. I want to go home."
"Will I ever see you again?" asked Bailey.
"Yes," nodded Sentinel, "I promise you will. But I'm sure your family and friends would much rather have you stay here."
"Then," suggested Bailey, "maybe you could come visit once a year after this Christmas?"
"I will certainly try," answered Sentinel.
Sentinel gently picked up Bailey and let her hug his face. She softly pressed her lips against his. The silence was broken by the low hum of the Nemesis's massive engines as the vessel lowered itself onto the tarmac. The other Autobots began loading their supplies, equipment, and personal belongings on board.
"You guys can have your warehouses and storage back now," said Bumblebee, "but thanks for letting us use them."
"What's wrong with electing Cybertronian ambassadors to Earth?" objected Clayton.
"We could help set up long distance communications between Cybertron and Earth," added Akane.
"Who said anything was wrong with it?" insisted Sentinel.
"No one," answered Fred.
"I probably need to pack up for the trip," mentioned Bailey.
"I'm already prepared for the trip," replied Akane.
"What trip?" asked Optimus.
"The trip to Cybertron," answered Bailey.
Sentinel lowered Bailey to the ground, allowing her to lead him into his quarters. They packed up some clothes and some 3DS games to name a few. They headed back outside with the luggage, and they noticed Akane's butler emerging from the hangar.
"Uh, guys?" reminded Olive, "there's no food or water on Cybertron. How are you gonna live?"
"I packed up food and water supplies that will last at least a year," assured Akane.
"We will miss you, Ozaki-sama," replied the butler.
"I'll miss you, too," smiled Akane.
"Scrap," grumbled Sentinel, "See if there's any quarters on the ship suitable for a human where she won't get stepped on."
"I could stay in your quarters during the trip," replied Bailey.
"Make that two humans," paused Sentinel, "ohhhh….frag. There's no, ah, waste elimination facilities suitable for humans on board."
"Hey, Clay," reminded Fred, "better mention your wedding plans before she takes off."
"Wedding plans?" warbled Bailey.
"What?!" exclaimed Sentinel.
"When are you guys going to get married?" clamored Clayton.
"I've been thinking about that for a while," admitted Bailey.
Sentinel's optics widened in surprise, as if he's giving an 'oh crap, busted' look.
"So," asked Clayton, "where do you plan to have your wedding ceremony?"
"I haven't thought about that," answered Bailey.
"You could always have it on Christmas Eve," suggested Clayton.
"Really?" chirped Bailey.
"Where, though?" insisted Sentinel, "and what all does this entail?"
"It's probably because I'm ready to commit to you," explained Bailey.
"I think he means 'what do I have to do for an Earth wedding because I'm from another planet and have no idea'," clarified Olive.
"Oh, that!" chirped Bailey, "I have some information about weddings stored in my laptop that I can show you on the way to Cybertron."
"Okay," asked Sentinel, "where should we have it?"
"Why not on Cybertron?" suggested Fred, "nobody's ever gonna be able to beat having a wedding on another planet."
"Thanks," reminded Bailey, "but I don't have a wedding dress."
"I can make you one," assured Clayton.
"Thanks, Clay," smiled Bailey, "and we need someone to deliver it as well as transporting the guests."
"We can use the Pillars for that," answered Sentinel.
"Ok," nodded Bailey.
"Shouldn't we get ready to go?" reminded Ironhide.
"Perhaps you are right, Ironhide," nodded Optimus.
Bailey, Akane and the Autobots boarded the Nemesis once they loaded the cargo. Megatron stepped outside.
"I'd stand back, everyone," advised Megatron, "she kicks up a lot of dust when she takes off; not to mention the dirt on her engines."
Clayton, Olive, Fred, Lennox, Epps, Morshower, Mearing, Sharp, Dylan and Simmons took several steps back as Megatron went back into the Nemesis and the ramp closed. Sure enough, the eight massive engines created a mini dust storm as the ship rose into the air, its pointed bow angled skyward as the rear engines powered up and sent it streaking across the sky with a loud sonic boom.