Sally wandered over to James and Kirsty. They were both fine. However, all of the agents had either died or ran off. They were alone.

What now?

They sat on a fallen tree, talking about their next move. Sally stood up and walked off into the smoke and the rubble.

"Sally wait!" shouted Kirsty as she stood up to follow. Dean grabbed her arm and pulled her back down again.

"Just let her think for a while…she'll be fine," he said as he watched Sally leave. James sighed and lost his way in this trail of thought.

Sally walked around in the ash aimlessly. She kicked the burning wood as she went. Tears rolled down her face but her expression didn't match her feelings. She sat down and leaned against a tree, looking over what used to be the base. The bodies of the dead agents were still scattered across the floor. Sally was out of ideas. Her tolerance for grief was at overdrive and her heart pounded under her skin. She tilted her head back against the tree and closed her eyes, searching for a few mere moments of peace. Before she could drift off, she felt something's presence. It seemed human but so did the last one and that didn't end well. Her ears picked up something that sounded like a sword being pulled from its scabbard slowly. She opened her eyes and saw the blade was close to her face so she pushed it away and grabbed the hand of whatever was wielding it. It was a boy. An agent. He dropped the sword and glared at Sally. She sighed.

"I'm an autobot and you're an agent. There's no need for unnecessary conflict…" she let go of his arm and backed up slowly. The agent picked up his blade and reunited it with its scabbard on his back. The blade was made of the finest metal Sally had ever seen and symbols, much like the ones she saw in her dreams, were engraved along its edge. Then it hit her. It was obviously Cybertronian steel.

"The name's Jason," said the agent with a proud tone. "And you are…?"

"Sally…" she replied as she brushed herself off. "So are you the only one to survive?"

"No, there were a few others but they took their stuff and ran…"

"Why did you stay?"

"I don't know…I guess I wanted to see if anyone else had survived."

"…three others…"

"Good. It's better to travel in a pack."

"Hah! Who said you could tag along?"

"I did…"

Sally huffed and walked back to the others with Jason following her. They looked up with shocked expressions.

"Guys this is Jason…" said Sally as she sat down again. As soon as the introductions were over, a rather large rubble disturbed the ash on the ground. It sounded again and again and seemed to be getting closer each time. The group jumped to their feet and walking into the open.

A decepicon army was moving closer and closer to their location. Sally counted at least 150 of 'em. She was ready to take them on but there was one problem: she and the others hadn't transformed yet…

Well shit

Jason looked at the army and chuckled. He took out his blade and ran forward. Before any of the others could say anything, the front line of decepticons fell and a white flash attacked the second. Jason flipped and whirled and slashed. Soon, there was nothing but a pile of scrap and Jason stood on top of it. However, a fighting style like that usually has a downside. He was out of energy. He stumbled over to the four, dragging his weapon behind him. They watched him lift it to his back and slide down the trunk of a tree. Sally walked over and stood before him in awe.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" she asked. Jason looked up at her and sighed.

"My family was murdered by those guys in the Chicago attack…" he said as he looked down at his hands. "As soon as I got over the grief I went into intense training and finally got shipped to NEST."

Sally looked back at the others and then to Jason. "I know what it's like to lose your family…I've been there…"

"This…" he said, trying to ignore her last comment as he pointed at his sword. "…is made from the metal of the decepticon destroyed my home. I had it forged from the scrap I managed to find after the war died down…" He looked up at Sally and she gave him a reassuring smile.

"Listen…we're gonna get off this island and try and find the others…" she said. "And if you wanted to come with us then, you can." She walked back to the other and followed them to the edge of the island. They looked over the water. How were they supposed to get home now? Jason stood behind them and watched the area around them.

On the other side of the island, Starscream was preparing to lead his army into battle when the girl from before jumped down from a tree.

"Damn humans," she mumbled to herself. Starscream noticed her and looked up from his plans.

"Hollie…back so soon?" he asked. She huffed and nodded and sat on a broken tree.

"Did you complete the task?" he asked again, expecting an answer this time.

"No…" she said as she looked up at him. "But I did find out something rather interesting about the blonde one."

"Hmm?"

"She's a healer,"

"A useful skill indeed…"

"That's why I didn't slaughter her…"

"Lord Megatron will be most….interested" Starcream finished the conversation and flew off into the sky, leaving Hollie with the army…