Hey guys! I named this chapter 'There Shall Be No More' because I watched Titanic a couple of nights ago and the priest's speech, just before Titanic slipped under the surface, kinda stuck with me, even though he spoke of no more death, it's quite the opposite in this story. Nevertheless, this chapter was so hard and took so long to write, which I didn't expect, but yeah. Some things happen when you least expect them or don't expect them at all.

I can't wait for TF4 to come out! :D *squeals* I just don't want someone to die again, like Ironhide did in TF3. If Bay does this again, I'll kick his ass down to the Pit where all the dead Transformers can rip him apart. Yeah, that's how much I dislike him.

One more thing, in this chapter we are going a little off the plot of the story of DOTM. You see, when the soldiers jumped out of the planes that Screamer destroyed afterward, the soldiers land safely and the battle goes on, right? Well, I did something different, since it is my story. I decided for the battle to go on the day after Screamer cuts down the planes. Meaning the soldiers spent the night in the city, hiding. The rest will be explained with the story, but I just wanted to let you in on this so that you wouldn't be confused.

We have surpassed the 700 review perimeter. Wow. I would like to thank you all for reviewing. I would also like to thank Khalthar who made me feel so good about writing this story, inspired me to do the best I can, and all that in a single review. But overall, thank you all. Each and every one of your opinions matter to me.

So without further adieu, the 85th chapter! (Only 15 to go to get to 100 chapters! :D I know, I'm very obsessed, so sue me.)

I ran my fingers through my hair, stressed, as I brought my head up and sat up. This wig was a decent replacement for my real hair, which probably was only an inch long and blonde in color. All new hair is light at the beginning of its growth.

But I put that aside. I had so much to worry about. The people of Chicago, whose death sentences were already written in the form of aliens killing them, I had to worry about my family, my friends, me… and my baby.

My baby. My mind stalled.

I brought my head down as my hands found their way around my stomach, as if I was trying to protect the baby.

I just couldn't believe I was going to be a mother.

I heard a knock on the door, as the soldiers here found us rooms to sleep in. It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. I feared that the 'Cons would find this place and kill us all and that thought kept me from sleeping. I just couldn't push it away.

"Come in." I said as the door opened, revealing Nicole, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

She closed the door and walked towards me, handing me the tea and sitting on my bed, next to me. "Chamomile." She said, indicating the herb used for the tea. "No sugar or lemon."

"Thanks." I said, warming my hands by enveloping the mug. I exhaled deeply, looking at the mug.

Nicole exhaled loudly as well, falling on her back on the bed. I just sat with my back bent forward, unwilling to talk. There wasn't a tense silence in the room. Nicole and I both had a lot to worry about, and so much to grieve upon.

I took a sip of the tea she gave me. The liquid spread throughout my whole body, warming me. It also made me feel more tired.

"Mel?" Nicole asked, bringing herself up. I replied with a hum. "You okay?" she asked, taking my hand into hers. She was colder than I was. "You're piping hot."

"It's the tea." I said, looking at her hands. "Why are you so cold?"

She seemed to sadden. "I have no one to warm me at night."

I looked down the mug again. Neither had I.

But then it hit me. "You have me." I turned around my head to face her, forcing a small smile on my lips.

She smiled in return, but both of us knew we were smiling by force. "Yeah, I have you."

I rubbed my eyes that were painfully stinging me. I drank the whole tea slowly. "What time is it?" I said, looking at her. She took her phone out and unlocked it. "Half past two." She said.

So, 2.30 am, huh. "You're not gonna sleep in your room, are you?" I asked, setting the mug on the coffee table next to the bed. The room this base had was quite primitive.

"No, I'd rather be here."

And I'd rather be with Ironhide. The thought just crossed my mind, even though I couldn't take my mind off him. It was so hard to think of him. And it was even harder not to think of him. When I tried to deviate my thoughts from him, it seemed to be the wrong thing to do, like I was trying to forget him. I could never forget him.

I stood up from the bed and slipped under the covers. "Come." I patted the other side of the bed.

She joined me as both of us were lying on our hips, facing each other. "What are we gonna do?" She said as she turned off the light, tapping the switch above the bed.

I didn't know how to answer her. What could we do? The soldiers were working double shifts, Nicole and I were too exhausted to even go to the room and see what they were doing and to see if the soldiers on the ground were progressing… or even alive. Mikaela and Leo were most probably sleeping, or both were talking late at night, like me and Nicole. But I knew for sure that Annabelle would be peacefully sleeping and Sarah was most definitely frightened to death.

But war brings a lot of things. Fear and desperation are just one of them.

I rolled on my back and stared into the ceiling I could faintly see in this dark. "'Night." I said to Nicole and closed my eyes.

"Nightie…" she said, but didn't shift from her position. Both she and I knew we couldn't sleep tonight.

The thoughts of Ironhide assaulted my mind, as I knew they would. He and I, everywhere, doing all the things we did through the 6 years we were together…

My throat immediately started to squeeze itself, painfully, as I swallowed to loosen the pressure on it.

I had to ask myself so many countless questions. Why did Ironhide have to go? How couldn't he have seen the shot? What was going to happen with the world now? What was going to happen with the living and dead alike?

The questions just rose and rose, up to the point I had gotten a headache.

But I soothed myself. It's alright not to know all the answers. They would come to me when I least expected them.

I moved my feet under the covers. I just wanted to feel Ironhide's touch again, to hear his voice. But I knew that I couldn't. And I never would again.

And it was just so painful to think of it that way. My eyes watered and tears overflowed, leaving their cold trail marks down the sides of my face.

How I missed him.

I didn't want to be without him, yet I was. Me and the baby, we were alone now.

And I had so much to worry about, like, how was I going to find a job? I started college and dropped out… Gymnasium wasn't going to get me a job at the supermarket, maybe if I was lucky…

I ran my hand over my face, wiping out the tears and sniffing, noticing my nose was stuffy.

I turned on my side, and got into a fetal position. I took my pillow and nestled it into my arms, hugging it as if it were Ironhide. I missed his smell, his very existence… My heart was broken and this time, nothing could heal it.

I cried into the pillow, sobbing and choking at the same time, letting small wallows and whimpers occasionally escape my throat.

And when what seemed like hours had passed, I had become so tired, I hadn't the strength to cry. I turned the pillow over to the other side, because one side of it was soaked with tears.

I snuggled into the pillow. "Goodnight, Hide." I almost choked again, threatening to bring on the tears again. "Goodnight, Will." I bade them goodnight, before struggling into the land of dreams and nightmares.

Tomorrow noon…

"Wake up! Wake up, Mel!"

I opened my eyes so quickly, I couldn't even recognize the place I was in. "What, what?!" I yelled, trying to stabilize my vision, a problem I always had.

"We found Will!" That alone seemed to jostle me up and get me up from the bed.

"Where?" I asked, looking at Nicole. She was already at the door. "Come!" she urged.

I took a step forward and then turned around to look back at the bed.

I had thought Ironhide was in there. But he wouldn't be anymore.

So I hesitantly turned my head away, as if hoping that he would somehow appear and call my name and send me spiraling back into the bed. But as seconds passed, no such thing had happened.

All that I knew was that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were right. You really do hope that the person you lost will come and console you. But they never do.

With a heart filled with the pain of unbearable loss, I slowly walked outside the room, following Nicole. I was thrilled that we had found Will, 'we' as in the soldiers and the cameras, but I couldn't help the void feeling in my heart, like there was something missing. And there was a whole lot missing in it.

I walked up to Nicole, as both of us watched the biggest TV screen in the room.

The screen displayed Will with his team, all wearing black kevlars and setting up their guns. The video transmitted live feedback, but no audio sound.

But then, on the far side of the room, another screen was displaying the Decepticons' ships shooting at a glass building, right in the center of it. I didn't know what was so interesting about the glass building, or perhaps the damned Decepticons were just so bored that they would destroy the human world they so deeply wished to conquer.

"They're shooting up the building." Mearing said, irritation in her voice clear. "If that thing falls, more people will die. Get me a visual on the people under it." She ordered and the screen's image shifted immediately, concentrating on a family of four, hiding from the Decepticons in a shop on the street.

If the building the 'Cons were shooting at falls and crumbles to the ground, it'll wipe out the shop and the family hiding in it.

I deviated my look from the screen. I needn't see these things. I wanted to get out of the room, but I had to know what Will was going to do and if he was going to come back in any way he could.

"Hold on, what's that?" Mearing said, pointing with her pen at the screen. It showed a building with cupolas on it and the cupolas were surrounded by something that could only be described as lightning bolts.

"The hell…?" Nicole asked, gazing up at the screen as one of the computer technicians zoomed in on it via a UAV drone. "Wait… are those…?"

"The pillars." I said. "Those are the pillars."

"I can't believe this." She gasped. "So Sam was right. They are going to transport Cybertron here."

I couldn't believe it either. We were all going to be enslaved and killed at one point. It was a fight between insects and giants with giant weapons and brute force… The end was coming and we couldn't hide forever. They would find us and when they did, they would kill us all. We were fighting a fight we were meant to lose.

No Melissa. Think positive. Stop being a pessimist. Negative thinking can only make matters worse.

I inhaled through my nose and exhaled through my mouth, trying to calm myself and stop with the negative thoughts.

"That's Sentinel." Nicole said as everyone heard her on purpose, as the camera showed Sentinel.

I was boiling with anger.

"And that's-" Mearing started, but Nicole cut her off.

"Megatron. These two had a deal." She grimly said.

"So the Autobots and the Decepticons worked together?" She asked.

"No." Nicole and I said at the same time. "Sentinel betrayed the Autobots, making a deal with Megatron."

"So that makes him a Decepticon?"

"Not entirely." She resumed. "It just makes him a full on traitor and he will never belong to the Autobots again."

Not that there were any Autobots to belong to anyway, all of them were… gone.

"Hold on." Simmons spoke up. "Why are there 6 Decepticon ships surrounding that glass building?"

The cameras from other buildings zoomed on the surrounded building. We all intently watched the screen.

"There are most probably people in there." Mearing commented. I supposed she wanted to make a snide comment about the Decepticons wanting to kill us all and how the Autobots where damned robots that brought all of these deaths to our hands, but she didn't make such a comment. She just glanced at me and I caught it. I instantly knew she wanted to say that, as if she hadn't said enough already.

Suddenly, sparks flew inside the glass building and another camera brought up a view of the outer glass being shattered.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Humans flew out of the building and they started sliding down the glass.

I recognized a skinny blonde woman, two African Americans males and two Caucasian males.

And they were all sliding down at incredible speed, threatening to fall off the building. The suddenly, they all started shooting the glass, effectively falling into the building again.

Relief spread over my body. At least these five people didn't die today.

After what were seconds, on the other end of the camera, a Caucasian male was thrown out of the building, in freefall.

I stared in shock as nobody could save him from a thirty story death and I felt horrible, knowing I could do nothing to help him, even if I wanted to.

As his fall was slowly coming to a painful end, I looked away and so did most of us in the room. I cringed.

"Who's that?" Mearing asked. She was the most vocal person here.

I looked back at the screen, praying that it wouldn't bring up the dead soldier that some of us present here could possibly ID. Thankfully, no such thing happened. The camera showed the video of a gray robot with one eye.

"Shockwave." I muttered and was surprised when Nicole said it at the same time as I did.

"How do you two know this?" she looked at us, scrutinizing.

I rolled my eyes at her. Nicole spoke instead of me. "They told us about their wars, Mearing. So many times, we can see the Decepticons now and know exactly what they're like."

"So what's this 'Shockwave's function?"

"Scientist." She answered. "He's Megatron's right hand, along with Soundwave. Even though Starscream is the second in command."

Starscream was a treacherous bastard by all means, so I wouldn't really count on him to come to Megatron's rescue, unless there was something in there for him. Ironhide surely knew how to explain it all to me.

"So Megatron has three right hands."

"Something like that." She answered, voicing my exact opinion. Well, still, it was nothing compared to with how many right hands Optimus had. There was Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz… A lot of them. And none of them would ever turn his back on him.

"Hold on, I didn't know Shockwave was on Earth." I said. As far as my knowledge extended to, he was on Cybertron.

"I guess the spacebridge bridged him to Earth."

So this was really it. The Decepticons were giving their all, and with Shockwave on Earth, we didn't stand a chance.

Yeah, I can't seem to write more than about 3.000 words, sorry about that guys. :/ School is famous for getting in the way of writing. Being sick does that, too. Ah well, until next time, guys. I would really appreciate reviews, they keep me going and they're like a reminder in my head that I have to upload soon. I never want to leave you hanging. You're the reason this story is popular and your opinions matter, too. :)

Oh and ladies, happy late 8th of March. :)