The desepticons had brought the autobots into the brig and put them two to a cell. Ratchet Arcee, and Cliffjumper were in one, Wheeljack and Firon were in another, and Bulkhead and Bumblebee were together. Smokescreen and Lightstreak was the last pair to be in a cell. Ultra Magnus and Optimus had been taken into a cell block where they could be closely monitored.

Smokescreen leaned against the wall the two of them were leaning on.

"Who knew that this would be the outcome of today."

"SHUT UP SMOKESCREEN!" Arcee screamed half-heartedly from down the hall.

*sigh* "Smokescreen can I ask you something?"

"Yeah of course, what is it?"

"Well, do you love me?"

"Yes of course I do what makes you ask that?"

"Well I was thinking that if we survive this that maybe we could become spark-mates."

Smokescreen sat there in shock, which then melted into a loving smile. He leaned in closer to the saddened femme. H e took his servo and raised her helm in his direction.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Smokescreen said as he kissed her for-helm.

Lightstreak smiled and hugged the mech around his waist, but suddenly grimaced. Lightstreak looked down to see the slash across her chest-plates that the red and orange femme, named Firestarter, had given her. The gash was long and rugged. On the perimeter of the gash were swirls of burnt metal that looked like flames. It made sense, since the giver of the wound had an abnormal ability with flames.

Lightstreak covered the wound knowing it would heal in time, and leaned into Smokescreen whom was already in re-charge.

(AFTER A FEW DAYS…)

When the day was set to begin on the third day held captive on the Nemesis, all the officers ushered the captives to a loading bay that would descend to the area below. Cuffs were attached to the wrists and ankles of every autobot as they were loaded onto the loading space. All of the officers boarded the space alongside them and gave the troops the command to lower the chute. As the chute descended the autobots's optics widened in shock as for what they saw was a newly rebuilt Cybertron!

"How the slag is Cybertron back to how it was?!" Asked a confused Wheeljack.

"Funny you should ask, because we had found multitudes of cyber matter back on Earth. We at first didn't understand how it had arrived but none the less didn't care. We set out to rebuild the fallen Cybertron and succeeded in our task. Some refuges have even returned!" Said Megatron as he steeped behind the autobots, "I can't wait to tell them how the autobots surrendered and hid, not even trying to fight back."

All of the autobots turned their attention towards the warlord as he began to laugh. "I am only kidding, you will be sentenced to jail for a while. In which you will be given a job to make a living. You each will be given your own living facility in which to spend your days. You may be wondering why we are being so generous, well it's simple, and we want to thank you for being formidable foes. Also it's to allow us to live in peace so that we don't have another war on our servos."

Most of the autobots relaxed at the news.

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(After time in Jail)

The sun shone brightly down upon the reborn world. Less than ½ of the planet had been repopulated from the arrival of refuges, some still on their way. Yet this day was a more important day than most, it was the anniversary of the ending of the war, and it was also the releasing day for the autobots. All of the former officers stood outside of the gates of the prison. Suddenly a red and blue mech stepped out of the dark building followed by the former members from his team. Cheers grew as every bot stepped out of the building until everyone had exited.

The group was met with hugs and handshakes as everyone crowed them. After the celebration, the crowd was cleared to allow the autobots to pass. The former officers gave each of the autobots a card with a place of residence and occupancy. Lightsrtreak was given a residence that was in similarity to a penthouse, and her job was to be a medic in the nearby hospital. Smokescreen was given his old job as being a guard to all the iacon data and weaponry. His residency was a few floors lower than Lightstreak's was. Yet they knew he would move up to live with her.

Lightstreak walked into the new penthouse that she would be living in. She flipped on the lights and made her way to the furthest room in the suite, her wash racks. Lightstreak walked in and observed the facility. It was simple yet elaborate. She turned the knob that controlled the oil, and turned on the shower head. The slick oil ran down her frame washing away the dirt and energon that had been caked on her for so many years. Lightstreak switched of the oil and stood still letting the liquid run-off.

Lightstreak stepped out and stood under the large fan above her. She switched it on allowing the excess oil to fly away. She switched off the fan and made her way to the balcony where she could look out over the city, all the lights and sounds that she had missed when the planet had gone dark. All of a sudden a knock was heard from the front door. Lightstreak opened the door and saw Smokescreen leaning against the far wall.
"I thought you could use some company." Smokescreen walked in and pushed himself towards Lightstreak.

(THE NEXT MORNING)

Smokescreen awoke slowly that morning. He was lying on his back in a strange room. That was until he realized that it was Lightstreak's place. Smokescreen eased himself out from behind the still sleeping femme. She must have been more worn out than he thought after they bonded. Smokescreen opened the curtains to the balcony and let the light shine in. He walked out onto the balcony and observed the sight of the bustling city. Smokescreen jumped as he felt a small servo run up his back.

"Lightstreak, how you feeling?" He asked.

"Never better…"

The two of them gazed at the city but soon came back inside. It was their first day of work and they had to hurry. Lightstreak hurried and showered herself down, running past Smokescreen she pecked him on the cheek as she passed. Lightstreak dashed out of the door, down the staircases, and out the front door. Lightstreak looked up at the top floor of her flat to see Smokescreen waving down to her. She waved back and transformed into her corvette and sped off towards her job.

As she drove she could feel the on looking glances of all the cybertronians who hadn't been to Earth. Lucky for her she had reached the hospital in good time. Lightstreak transformed back into her bi-ped form and walked into the front doors of the building. As she entered she glanced around at the facility she would be working at. An older mech made his way to her, "Lightstreak, what are you doing here?" Lightstreak showed the red and white mech the data-pad that showed her where she would be working.

The mech nodded and guided her to her station, and as they walked they caught up with the goings on of life. Lightstreak told the mech that she had no experience with medicine or treatment. The mech only chuckled and continued to walk towards her station, pediatrics. "Now Lightstreak, I know you have been mostly taught in the fields of battle, but for some odd reason you reason you've been sent here to be a medic. For a while you will be the assistant to a trusted femme who works in this department.

The tow bots walked through sliding glass doors where femmes and a few mechs were scurrying around doing their jobs. One of the more familiar mechs was an all too familiar desepticon medic, Knockout. The older mech continued to push the slightly uncomfortable femme forward. The two of them made their way to a desk in the center of the room. There a blue and grey femme was sorting some data-pads. The older mech went to the desk and cleared his wind-pipe. The femme turned around and glanced at the two standing in front of her.

"What can I help you with?"

"Lightstreak here needs to follow you around to show her the ropes."

"Okay no problem, wait did you say Lightstreak?!"