Here we are. The 92nd chapter of TWOF. That seems like a lot, which it technically really is.

The poll on my profile has been open for more than a year now and I can't believe how time passes by so quickly. So very soon, the poll will be closed, on the very last chapter of this story. I will announce the winner of the poll and start developing a plot, while you guys are going to be the support, as you always have been. And you've been an amazing support at that.

This chapter is kinda one of the reasons why I even started this story. I can't believe it took me 92 chapters to get to my original idea. Or well, the start of my original idea.

So now, we are going to fast forward and see what is going to happen, shall we?

Four months later…

Time had passed very quickly. Quicker than I have ever thought it would.

Would my life pass so quickly as well?

These four months have been so solemn. They were filled with melancholy.

There weren't many things had that changed during this time. My stomach has gotten much bigger. It was quite obvious that I was pregnant.

It was a little over four months since we buried Ironhide. I still go to the cemetery to talk to him. But I never get the feeling of warmth back again. I always hoped it would be there when I come back to him. But it never does.

It was night now. It was a nice, warm, June night in the city of Chicago. All of us were supposed to hang out on the rooftop and enjoy the night.

After Ironhide had died, I didn't want to go out. I rarely ever spoke to anyone.

As I opened the terrace door, I saw that most of us were already in their places. As the sofas and couches were placed in a circular pattern, all revolving around the glass table that was in the center of it all.

Nicole and Bumblebee were sitting on one sofa, Nicole's upper body resting over Bee's thighs as he caressed her face and she caressed his. They were in their own, little, perfect world.

Sam, Carly, Leo and Mikaela were on the largest couch. Mikaela was lighting up the candles on the table, finishing off with the last ones of the colorful set and then laid back with the rest.

I sat on my own, single seat sofa, in the middle of the largest couch and the couch Nicole and Bee were on. There was one more couch, right in front of me, but it was unoccupied. It was a love seat. Without Ironhide, I felt like I didn't belong on it. But nobody sat on it either.

Every night, I would just listen to their stories, their complaints, and it was a sort of an indoor outing for us. Sometimes, I would like to say something, but I held myself from doing so. I was as silent as a star.

"Anybody want something to drink?" Mikaela offered there were some 'yes' and 'no' answers, but I just shook my head. She headed out of the terrace to get some drinks for those who wanted them.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna head to bed. I'm feeling kinda tired." Leo said, getting up and starting to leave the terrace.

"Bye."

"See you."

We were all silent for a moment as I caressed my stomach, which was big now. I smiled sadly.

There was a small radio on the coffee table in the middle. It was currently playing a song that I didn't know, but I listened to its lyrics anyways. "The roses aren't as pretty, the sun isn't quite as high, the birds don't sing as sweet of a lullaby. The stars seem a little more faded, the clouds just a little more grey and it feels like things won't ever be the same… heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind, heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me…"

I really was doing this on my own.

"When my brother died…" Carly started to say. I could tell she was reminiscing as she was staring blankly at the table, as if she was seeing through it.

"When did he pass away?" I asked.

They were all slightly surprised to see me talking. I usually wasn't that talkative, even if I just uttered a single sentence.

"The rain is a little bit colder, the fire's never quite as warm, still it seems that heaven isn't all that far…"

"Vietnam, 2010." She sadly said. Sam gave her a comforting hug. She whispered an 'it's okay' to him. "And so, whenever I wanted to tell him something, I would write it on a piece of paper. Like this," she said, ripping a small piece of paper from a notebook that was on the glass coffee table. She took a pen as well. "You tell them what you think they need to know through writing."

I watched what she was doing. She took the time to write what she needed to 'tell' him on the paper and brought a lit candle to the piece of paper. "And then you burn it. The ashes go into the universe and they send your message. At least, that's what I always believed in." she put the paper on the candle's flame, letting the paper disappear into ashes and fly away with the slight breeze.

I nodded and got up, ripping a paper from the notebook. She handed me the pen as I started writing.

'Thank you for saving my life, Ironhide. I miss you so much.' I wrote.

As I was staring at the paper, I could feel my face heat up. A tear slid free, staining the paper.

Deciding that I have to do this on my own, I took the candle and paper and walked towards the terrace's end. I got up on another table nearby and shakily stood on the rail, holding myself onto a column. My heart raced.

"Whoa, Mel-!"

"Don't do it, Mel!"

"Wait, wait, wait!"

I could hear the voices say as I felt hands around me, keeping me in place. Bumblebee was holding me.

"Let's get you down from there." Nicole gently said, extending her hand towards me. I shook my head.

"Don't do anything stupid, Mel." I heard Sam say. I looked down towards my feet. Under me, the busy streets of Chicago looked beautiful. It would be a shame if I ruined it by throwing myself off the terrace, now wouldn't it?

"Give me your hand." Bee said and extended his, still keeping one around my waist. I gave Nicole the candle, holding Bumblebee's one hand in mine and holding the piece of paper in my other hand. I brought the paper to the candle's beautiful orange flame and it caught on fire.

I watched it burn into ashes as they dispersed and flew down to the city ground level. I let go of the paper completely, watching it fly away from me and vanish into nothingness.

"I love you, Hide." I whispered, as I was saying that in such a low voice that only I could hear it.

I stared at the skyline of the city. It looked beautiful.

"Come on, Mel." Bumblebee said, gently tugging my hand once. I nodded, complying.

As I got down from the rail with difficulty, I finally stepped with both of my feet on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Nicole asked me, worry clear on her face.

I nodded. "I'm gonna go." I said. "I'm gonna sleep." I turned to Carly. "I hope this letter burning works." She smiled in return.

As I was slowly making my way out of the terrace, a song on the radio stopped me in my tracks. "Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one, you have been the one for me…"

Something in my mind clicked. The words, they were so familiar...

"Bee, what's this song called?" I quickly asked before I forgot.

He was silent for a second and I presumed he was searching the internet for a name. "'Goodbye My Lover' by James Blunt." He said.

"Thank you." I turned to walk back into the house and stopped in my tracks. "Nic, mind if I use your laptop?"

"Since when have you had to ask?"

"Thanks." I said as I walked to her room, saying goodnight to all the gang. It wasn't long before I went into her room and took her laptop. I was so focused on finding out why this song was so familiar to me, but I don't ever remember hearing it.

I turned on the laptop and brought it into my room. I put it on my desk and sat on the chair. I opened the browser and went directly to YouTube, searching the name and author of the song.

There was something about the tone, the words and the rhythm they were spoken in that reminded me of Ironhide. Or at least, what he said.

As his last words that were spoken to me, he said 'goodbye my lover' in the exact same rhythm as the one I heard in the song.

It must have been a message.

It had to be.

If it wasn't, I was going crazy.

I played the song and deeply and intently listened to the lyrics. "Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? Because I saw the end before we began. Yes, I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right, took your soul out into the night."

Oh, Ironhide…

"It may be over, but I won't stop there, I am here for you, if you'd only care. You touched my heart, you touched my soul, changed my life and all my goals. Love is blind and that I knew when my heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head, shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you…"

My eyes started to sting. Ironhide's time wasn't over yet. It didn't have to be this way.

I listened through the refrain and continued listening to the song.

"I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile, I watched you sleeping for a while." There was no doubt in my mind that all of these things were true. "I'd be the father of your child, I'd spend a lifetime with you-"

I immediately paused the song.

I replayed the part.

"I'd be the father of your child-"

I couldn't believe this.

Could he have known?

Ironhide POV

"What is the meaning of this?!" I roared. Nobody was fragging answering me!

"You have fought for Melissa." I heard a deep and baritone voice speak to me, echoing in the distance. It was so similar to Optimus's, but it wasn't his.

"I won't ask again." I angered. Who does this voice think I am? Some minor?

"There is no need to, warrior." The voice responded as from the shadows arose seven sacred beings.

"Primus, you are…" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "You are the Primes!" I immediately regretted acting so hostile.

"Correct."

I bowed. "I am most honored."

"Ironhide," one of the Primes caught my attention. "If you may, we would have the privilege of showing you this." The ancient Prime showed me a sort of a pool. It was a view into the life on Earth. Or so I thought.

And it showed me the picture of Melissa.

But she was crying.

"What is happening down there?" And why is she crying?

"See for yourself, old friend."

They showed me a picture that went to the past. I saw the shot Sentinel had delivered to me and how Melissa was screaming my name, trying to help me get back up. I remembered this clearly.

But then the picture inside the pool went back to the real time.

"When my brother died…" Carly, Sam's mate started to speak.

"When did he pass away?"

"Vietnam, 2010." She answered Melissa's question. I missed Mel's voice. "And so, whenever I wanted to tell him something, I would write it on a piece of paper. Like this," she said, ripping a small piece of paper from a notebook that was on a glass coffee table. She took a pen as well. "You tell them what you think they need to know through writing. And then you burn it. The ashes go into the universe and they send your message. At least, that's what I always believed in." she finished talking and burned the paper in which she wrote something to her brother.

Then the camera moved towards Mel. It zoomed in on the paper Melissa was writing on.

'Thank you for saving my life, Ironhide. I miss you so much.' It said. My spark melted at the sight. If I had a spark to begin with. I didn't know.

But then she started to something very stupid.

She started to climb on the fence of the terrace. Was she going to offline herself?

Only now I noticed that her abdominal area had considerably grown.

But I couldn't pay attention to that, right now. She was going to offline herself and nobody was going to stop her from doing so.

Her friends helped her burn the letter and, luckily, kept her from falling over the fence. I could almost hear her voice say that, up in here, Limbo as the humans have come to call it. The human Carly was right. We do get the message.

"I love you, Ironhide." She whispered.

"No Mel!" I yelled.

"She cannot hear you, Ironhide."

"Then somebody fragging stop her!"

At the exact same moment, I saw Bumblebee's hand encircle around her waist, his other hand holding hers. I felt relief spread through my body.

But one thing I noticed was that I was in my holoform, rather than in my bipedal form.

"You see Ironhide, she is not whole without you. Even if she and you are from two worlds, you have become one family. The saying is, nonetheless, the same. Love knows no bounds."

The Prime was right, his words were acknowledged, but I still couldn't shake the fact that I had just seen Mel almost offline herself. I can't let that happen. What if Bumblebee wasn't there? Who would have stopped her? "Mel…" I was speechless. She almost killed herself. Primus knows how many incidents have occurred in my absence!

But I was offlined. I would be absent until she joined me in the Well.

"What am I to do?" I asked, looking at the seven Primes. I had to do something, I wasn't going to sit and wait for her to offline herself. Never.

"You must do what is right, Ironhide. Luck is on your side, old warrior, because your noble and honorable acts of courage have convinced us that you may join her in the living, if you wish so. But in doing so, you will physically never be one of our kind again."

I needn't think twice. I needn't think at all.

"I'll do it."

I bet you didn't see THAT coming! Now I'm kinda having second thoughts about this story getting to 100 chapters, but I'll just have to dream it, wish it and do it!

Songs: Gordon Garner – Heaven Got Another Angel

James Blunt – Goodbye My Lover

Did you see what I did there? XD I actually found a way to write the words 'two worlds, one family' in this chapter and it made sense. *feels proud* So this was my (beginning of the) idea for this story all along! It just took me 92 chapter to get here, but I really love how many hours of hard work and thinking and typing I have put into this story.

So guys, whenever things don't come to you immediately, know that something better is going to come. I once read somewhere that it takes only 13 hours to make a Toyota. It takes 6 months to make a Rolls-Royce. So if you want to write up a story in a short matter of time without giving it a lot of thought, it may just come out like a cheap Toyota. But if you take your time with the detail, quality and a good plot, your story may be as amazing as a Rolls-Royce is. And remember, it's always quality, not quantity. Which is why Rolls-Royce's are so rare. :)

Review my dear followers and mysterious readers! I'm always in a mood for a good review! :)