A/N Thank you all for the reviews/ alerts/ favorites. Also, I made a poll on my profile page so you can vote for the ending of the "Be careful what you wish for" story. There are three different scenarios of how the story might end and you can choose it, but there is a catch the poll is blind so the end will be surprise. And don't worry, the story will not end soon. P.S As I said the story will follow AOE, but not entirely, which means I will change some parts. Don't forget to review :)

The footsteps echoed through the dark metal corridor of the ship as the four of us searched for a way out. The smell of melted metal, oil and energon filled our nostrils; I looked at the Autobot leader, pain and concern reflected on his face. He was lost in his own thoughts the whole time we were walking, and I knew exactly about what he was thinking. As I looked him, I was thinking to myself whether I should say something to him.

"I don't believe them Optimus," I finally said.

The mention of his name pulled the Autobot leader out of his thoughts.

"Hm…?! What?" he said, as he stopped walking and turned toward me.

"I said, I don't believe them," I repeated, as I too stopped walking. "You're not responsible for the deaths of civilians back on Cybertron."

Tessa and Sam quietly walked pass us, giving Optimus and me some privacy.

A sad smile appeared on the leaders face.

"I'm honored by your faith in me Miss. Jones, but I'm afraid I don't remember much from my past. The Quintessons could be telling the truth."

"I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe that." I said. "Optimus…You are kind and gentle leader, always protecting those who need it. I just can't picture you walking around hurting and killing innocent civilians."

"And, what about you?" He suddenly asked. His question took me by surprise. I looked at him; his blue optics carefully observed my every move.

"What about me?" I asked, confused.

"Do you believe what the Quintessons told you? About how you are created and about Ironhide?" he asked.

Now it was my turn to give him a sad smile.

"I don't know," I said, honestly taking a deep breath. "Part of me is hoping that it was all a lie, but a lot of things fit up. As for Ironhide, well, you know how sometimes he can be," I said, lowering my head down.

Optimus nodded in understanding before he spoke.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Guys, over here!" We heard Sam call us.

We quickly made our way toward Sam and Tessa; as we approached them, we saw four metal containers with small windows on it.

"Primus, it cannot be," Optimus whispered, as he approached the container in the middle; his large servo swept over the window, removing layers of cobwebs and dust. From the other side of the window two red optics were watching him.

"Decepticons?" I asked, looking at Optimus.

"No," Optimus started, "They are knights. The legend is real."

"What legend?"

"Long ago, before the war began and when Cybertron was in his golden age, knights lived. Their mission was to preserve peace on Cybertron and to help those who need it."

"And, then the war began?" Tessa asked.

"No," Optimus said, lowering his helm to look at her. "A Cybertronian plague broke out at the edge of the city, and wiped out half of the population, including knights. Cybertronians were convinced that all knights were offlined and so was I."

"Are they alive?" Sam asked, looking closer at the containers.

"Yes, but they are in stasis lock."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to free them," Optimus said, as he grabbed the door of the container; he used all of his strength to rip the door of the container off.

Suddenly, without a warning a strong explosion rocked the entire ship; the knights that were in their containers fell to the ground. Thick black smoke filled the corridors, making it hard to breathe or even to see. A second explosion occurred seconds later much stronger than the previous one, the ship tilted to the left, and then to the right. The third and final explosion, which was much, much stronger than the first and second together, tossed everyone on different sides of the corridor. The ship tilted forward and Sam, Tessa and I began to slide down. Optimus managed to hold on onto the cable of the ship that hung from the ceiling.

"OPTIMUS HELP US!" The three of us screamed at the same time, as we slide down the corridor, trying to grab something to hold on, but to no avail.

He reached out his free servo, and grabbed us just us we slide beside him.

"HOLD ON TIGHT!" Optimus shouted, as he pressed us against his chestplate to protect us from things that were falling around him. "THE SHIP….! IS CRASHING DOWN!"