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The girl closed her eyes and concentrated. She focused on the thought of bringing Optimus back. Just like Jazz, she mused. Jaime felt herself brush up against the Allspark presence. Her body began to hum as she channeled the Allspark energy into her fingers. She could feel the arcs of energy dance around her fingers. Almost there!

~ Stop child. ~ Jaime tensed, and frowned at the invading Allspark presence. ~ You cannot continue. ~

~ Why not? ~ Jaime argued, snarling at the presence. How dare it try to stop her from saving Optimus! Wasn't this her purpose? To bring back bots that had been cut down by the Decepticons?

~ That is not your purpose ~ the Allspark replied. Jaime's control over the Allspark energy wavered, a result of her broken concentration, and the dancing arcs of light surrounding her fingers faded. No! Jaime struggled to bring back the energy that would revive her friend. She had to bring him back.

~ Child… ~

~ No! ~ Jaime screamed at the Allspark. ~ I don't care! You're not taking him away from me! ~ Jaime resisted the ancient presence. Her body strained to fight the powerful Allspark and began to convulse. The girl twisted harshly, trying to break free from the Allspark's growing hold.

~ It is not your destiny. ~

~ Then what is my freakin' destiny? ~ Jaime demanded. The Allspark seemed to sigh, then suddenly gripped her tightly. ~ Hey! Let me go! ~ Jaime writhed spastically in its powerful grasp.

~ You leave me no choice ~ the Allspark replied. And suddenly, there was nothing supporting her. She was free falling! Down, down, down.

"Oof!" Jaime landed on her stomach. "Ow," she moaned and pulled herself up. "What's the big idea, huh?" the irked girl demanded. She gasped when she noticed her surroundings. Where was she? Where'd everyone go? Jaime jumped to her feet and spun around. There was nothing in sight, nothing but red hot sand, and some rocky outcroppings in the distance. Jaime shielded her eyes when the wind picked up and buffeted her with stinging sand. Where am I? Jaime wondered. Her thoughts seemed to echo out loud.

"Hello?!" Jaime cupped her hand to her mouth. "Anyone there?" It was at that moment, that the girl got the distinct impression that she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she slowly turned around. Jaime's jaw dropped. In front of her, stood ten massive Cybertronians. They were all taller than Optimus!

"Who," Jaime gulped. "Who are you?"

"We," the Cybertronian in the center—who was holding a glowing white saber—spoke in a deep rich voice, "are the Primes, youngling, and we have been watching you."

"You," Jaime frowned. "You have?"

"Your fate was sealed the moment you came into contact with the Allspark," said the Prime to the center's left. Jaime blinked. This one appeared to be a femme. The girl also noticed that her arms looked as bulky as Ironhide's when his cannons were disengaged.

"What…what are you saying?" Jaime shifted uneasily. The Prime to the center's right was the one to answer her question.

"When Primus created Cybertron, there were no Autobots or Decepticons. The factions were conceived by his creation. It pains him to see them fight and not live in peace as he intended."

"Then why doesn't he step in and stop their fighting?"

The next Prime to speak held a multi-colored quill in his servo.

"To do so, would take away their free will. If Primus did so, then they would no longer be his creation, but mindless drones."

"So…where do I fit in all of this?" Why were they telling her all of this?

"You wish to bring back Optimus," spoke the Prime in the center, white saber glowing softly. "But that is not your destiny. You must not meddle in the events to come, or the Autobots shall be woefully unprepared and missing the necessary tools they shall need." Jaime opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but the Prime was not finished. "You share a special connection to every single Cybertronian for a reason, youngling."

"What are you talking about? I only have bonds with the Autobots," Jaime interrupted.

"Primus does not discriminate," said the femme Prime. Jaime gulped. She…she was connected to the Decepticons too? The wind picked up and Jaime was forced to squint her eyes.

"You play a crucial role in Primus' plan," spoke the Prime with the colorful quill. "Your ability will allow you to help bridge the gap between the self-proclaimed Autobots and Decepticons." The Prime's frames glowed. They brightened to the point that Jaime was forced to close her eyes. The strong wind buffeted her with tiny grains of sand, but she was still able to hear their parting words.

"Jaime, you are the key to bring them peace. That…is your destiny."

Suddenly, the wind had disappeared, and she was lying on her back.

"I thought she told you everything." That…that sounded like Sideswipe…

"'pparently not." That was definitely Jazz. She'd recognize his accent anywhere. What were they talking about?

"Mmm…" Jaime grunted, testing to see if she could move. Her head was so fuzzy. Jaime slowly opened her eyes, surprised to Ironhide peering down at her. She realized that the hard surface she was laying on was his servo. Why was she in his servo?

"Jaime?" Ironhide spoke softly.

"Meh…" Her throat was dry. Jaime swallowed a few times.

"Jaime?" Was that Will? He sounded like was somewhere down below. "Are you okay?" Was she okay? Why was he asking her that? Did something happen? She felt like she was forgetting something important. Jaime felt herself become more alert.

"Jaime what happened?" Ratchet asked, bending over her. "And what is this about you keeping secrets?" Secrets? Jaime looked up at the medic, eyes wide. He didn't look too happy. Uh oh. What did she do now?

"Ugh," Jaime groaned and slowly sat up, placing her hand on her head. "What happened?" All the Autobots seemed to freeze.

"Ya…ya don' remembuh?" Jazz asked.

"It's kinda fuzzy," she rubbed her temple.

"You…attempted to…bring Optimus—" Ironhide carefully began. Jaime jolted to her feet. Optimus! She whirled around and peered over Ironhide's curled servo digits to see the Prime lying on the ground. Jaime's shoulders slumped. It hadn't worked. She had failed.

"Jaime?" Prowl spoke. She slowly turned her head to face the SIC. "Are you…" The mech stopped, as if unsure how to word his question. Jaime glanced around at the bots. They all looked tense and nervous. And they were staring at her, as if waiting for something to happen.

"What?" she demanded. "What's wrong with you guys? Stop staring at me like I'm going to drop dead." They all flinched at her words. That's…strange… thought Jaime.

"Are you having any problems breathing?" Ratchet asked, taking a step closer.

"What? No," Jaime backed up. The medic was seriously invading her personal space. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" None of the Autobots answered her. Instead, they all seemed to look away and avoid Jaime's gaze. Sideswipe was the one to eventually break the silence.

"Well, you kind of did…stop breathing…" the silver mech shrugged.

"When you tried to bring…him…back," Ironhide continued, only hesitating when he glanced at his leader's lifeless frame, "You had some sort of negative reaction. You were twitching worse than Ratchet on a bad day." The CMO glared at Ironhide, but was too focused on Jaime's wellbeing to do anything to the weapons specialist at the moment. Besides, he was still holding the girl, smart fragger. He'd get his revenge later. Ironhide's checkup was coming up soon…

Jaime furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. That was right. She was trying to bring Optimus back. But…the Allspark stopped her because…Jaime tensed, remembering her strange dream of the Primes. Holy crap! The Primes! She'd met the Primes!

"What happened?" Prowl asked, catching her subtle change in posture and noting the look of realization in her eyes.

"…Oh…" was all Jaime said. She glanced at Optimus again. She couldn't bring the Prime back. As much as it hurt to admit that, the Allspark and Primes had made it glaringly obvious. It wasn't her destiny to bring the mech back…but…why did she have this nagging feeling to stay close to his body? "Put me down Hide."

"What?" Ironhide blinked.

"Put me down," she repeated with such authority that Ironhide wordlessly lowered his servo to the ground. Jaime stepped off his servo and marched over to the Prime. She tilted her head. Yes, she could definitely feel it now. She felt like there was…something…hovering just out of reach. Like there was something she should understand or be doing. The feeling was much like an incessant insect buzzing near one's ear. Jaime kept her face neutral and reached out to touch Optimus' arm. The feeling seemed to flare and become more tangible at her touch. The strange sense became more recognizable. It was then that Jaime realized what she was meant to do. She wasn't meant to bring Optimus back, because that was someone else's destiny. But she did need to act as an anchor so the Prime's spark did not become lost in the Well of Sparks.

Jaime ignored the startled gasps when she heaved herself up Optimus' frame. Within moments, she had climbed up to the mech's chest plates.

"Jaime," Ratchet held up a placating servo. "I do not think it would be wise to proceed once more due to your previous reaction."

"Agreed," she murmured.

"He's right," Ironhide grunted. "I know you want to try again but—wait—what?"

"I agree," Jaime repeated. She gazed up at the bots and looked each one in the optics. "I can't bring him back," she sighed. "…I'm sorry."

Jolt's POV

"She can't stay out there all night. It's too cold," Ratchet muttered. "She'll get sick."

"She's been with him for hours," Ironhide grumbled. "I don't think she plans on leaving him anytime soon."

"Well someone needs to talk to her," The frustrated medic growled. Jazz opened his mouth plates to volunteer, Sideswipe as well.

"I'll go." Helms turned to stare at Jolt.

"Jolt?" Ratchet blinked at his apprentice in surprise.

"I shall go talk to her," said Jolt before turning and striding out to the tarmac where Jaime was still perched on the Prime's chest plates. The blue mech walked over to the hunched over girl silently. She appeared to be asleep, but upon his approach, she lifted her head.

"Jolt," she blinked at him in surprise.

"Jaime," he nodded. They stared at each other for a few moments.

"Do you," Jolt shifted somewhat awkwardly, "Do you mind if I join you?" Jaime shook her head. The mech settled on the ground in his bi-pedal form. Neither one talked for the next few minutes.

"I don't get it," Jaime finally spoke. Jolt tilted his helm, silently urging her to continue. "Why did they send you out here?"

"They did not send me out here," Jolt responded. "…I volunteered."

"Really?" The mech nodded. "Why?"

"Because I am curious." Jaime peered up at him in confusion. "Why are you so adamant in not leaving the Prime's side?" He didn't understand it. Prime was gone. The bond between her and his leader was broken. There was nothing left connecting them. And she had admitted that she was unable to bring him back. So why did the youngling feel the need to stay by Prime's side? Was it loyalty? Or denial? Or something else?

"I can't leave him," she sighed, staring down at the fallen mech's darkened optics.

"Why?" Jaime glanced up at Jolt.

"Because he needs me," was her simple reply. Jolt tilted his helm.

"He needs you."

"Yes." Jolt vented. He wondered if it wasn't the other way around. Did she hope that remaining near him would bring him back?

"Why does he need you?" He decided to play along. Jaime pursed her lips. She seemed hesitant to answer. Did she think he would mock her? The thought hurt, Jolt realized with some surprise. He'd never really socialized with her before, but it wasn't because he disliked her. He thought she was just fine. He didn't really socialize in general. Not since…Jaime shifted on the Prime's chest plates.

"It's…complicated…" she sighed. Jolt studied her.

"Can you still feel him?" he asked. She shouldn't be able to feel him, not since he was offlined. But Jaime was a special case. She tended to be the exception to the regular. Jazz was an excellent example.

"Kind of." Jolt's optics snapped to her. She could feel him? How? She must have sensed his surprise because she immediately shook her head. "Not the way you're thinking. It's more like…I fell like he's still here. Like, he hasn't completely left." The mech considered her words. "I guess that doesn't make much sense though," she shrugged.

"No, I understand."

"You do?" her eyes widened in astonishment.

"Yes," he nodded. "I…I have felt it myself." The girl gazed up at him thoughtfully. No doubt, she was dying to ask what he meant, but she didn't. Jolt appreciated it. He didn't know why, but he felt the urge to tell her why. Perhaps it was her silence that urged the mech to continue. Or maybe, he'd had the burden weighing him down for so long that he could no longer keep it to himself.

"You cannot feel him through the bond, but you can still sense that his presence is nearby." Jaime nodded at him wordlessly. Jolt gazed at his fallen leader. "I had a sister."

"You did?" Jolt nodded.

"She was sparked right before the war began. When the Decepticons began their attacks, our creators were caught in the crossfire, and it was up to me to raise her." As Jaime attentively listened to him tell his story, he felt himself be pulled into the past and it was like he was experiencing it again. "She was exceptionally bright, and she never thought badly of anyone. She was…what's that human phrase?"

"She saw the good in everyone?" Jaime supplied.

"That's the one," he nodded. "This was before I joined the Autobots. I couldn't fight and look after her at the same time. She had just been moved into her first youngling frame when it happened."

Explosions sounded in the distance. Sirens blared overhead, warning citizens to take cover.

"Moonlight! Moonlight where are you?" Jolt called, searching desperately for his little sister. The femmeling was a bundle of energy and—although she was usually very well-behaved—she tended to wander off. Her naive curiosity was going to get her hurt someday. Jolt just hoped today wasn't the day. He heard a small whimper to his left. The mech silently jogged over to the empty building. He carefully peered through a broken window. Inside sat a small sniffling blue, white and silver form.

"Moonlight!" Jolt hissed before entering the small room. The femmeling started at his voice.

"Jolt!" she cried, recognizing her older brother and leapt into his arms. "I'm sorry. I thought I saw a cybercat and I just wanted to pet it. I thought we could bring it home, but I lost it. And then, I didn't know where it was."

"Shhh," he stroked her helm. "We'll just have to be quick before—" At that moment, the sirens cut off. Jolt froze. When the threat was gone and it was okay to come out, the siren's sound would play a three note tune. But they had stopped abruptly, it had been cut off, which probably meant the Decepticons were now in the city. Scrap, he thought. He prayed to Primus there weren't too many. Besides, the Autobots should already be mobilizing and on their way to defend the neutral city. They just needed to wait for them.

"Jolt," his sister whispered. "I'm scared." He glanced down at her. Her bright blue optics were wide with terror. Even at such a young age, the young femme was very much against violence and, instead, chose to help others.

"It's going to be okay," he whispered back, opening their bond more and pulling her closer to his spark. The youngling relaxed in his protective hold, soaking up the positive feelings he sent to her. "We're, uh, going to play a game. Okay? You have to be real quiet and stay very still. Got it?" She nodded. "You're going to be alright," Jolt murmured. And he could tell by the look in her optics that she believed him.

It was at that moment when Jolt realized his mistake. "Did you say that you saw a cybercat?" he asked lowly. That couldn't be right because there were no cybercats in this city. She nodded, then blinked.

"You lost the game," she gave a hesitant smile. Jolt didn't answer because he was getting the feeling that they were being watched. Ever so casually, he slowly turned his helm to glance over his left shoulder. Only a few yards away hovered a single red optic. Growling filled the room. The red optic moved forward and Jolt found himself staring at a rather large cybercat. He recognized the cybercat from pictures he'd seen of dangerous Decepticons. If that cat was who he thought it was, there were surely more Decepticons nearby. Jolt stepped back, angling himself in front Moonlight. The cybercat hissed and the metal on its hindquarters transformed, becoming two blasters. Its message was clear: don't move. Jolt realized two things. The Con was stalling for its comrades to come, and if he wanted to get Moonlight to safety, he was going to have to take down the cybercat. Although he knew the basics on how to defend himself, Jolt was no soldier. He'd never fought before. Of course he hadn't. He was a neutral. He'd never needed to know how to fight, until now.

Luckily, he had a secret weapon, the reason he was named Jolt. As far as he knew, Jolt was the only Cybertronian who had whips and the ability to conduct his own electricity through them. He had only one shot. He had to make it count. His right servo was already partially hidden. Jolt silently activated his transformation sequence to bring out his whip. The cybercat snarled at him and took an aggressive step closer. With lightning speed, Jolt raised his servo and fired his whip—much like a grappling hook—at the Decepticon. It latched onto the center of its chest. Before the cybercat could fire at him, Jolt sent a massive electric charge through the whip. The Con shook, as the electricity raced over its frame, and slumped to the ground.

Jolt retracted his whip, scooped up Moonlight with his other hand, and sprinted out of the room. Apparently he hadn't been fast enough. Three Decepticons were already standing in the street. Jolt skidded to a stop, horror pulsing in his spark. They grinned at him maliciously. He was surrounded by three Cons. Their dark armor was sharp and jagged, and all looked like experienced fighters.

"Well, well, well, Crowbar. What have we got here?" spoke the one in front of Jolt. The mech—Jolt decided—must be the leader, since he took charge of the situation.

"Hmm. I don't know, Crankcase. Uh... what do you think, Hatchet?" said Crowbar, who was standing on Jolt's right. The last one, Hatchet, didn't reply, only snickered lowly and baring its fangs. His frame was different from the other two. Instead of standing on two legs, he crouched on four. Jolt was reminded of the cybercat from before. He hoped the Con was still knocked out.

"Yeah, just what I was thinking. A couple of pathetic Neutrals!" chuckled Crowbar. Jolt struggled to formulate an escape plan—a way to get Moonlight to safety—but noting surfaced. On the outside he remained cool and collected, but on the inside he was heavily berating himself for getting Moonlight into this situation, though technically it was her fault. But that was Jolt. He never blamed her for anything, ever.

"My, my, what a pretty little femme," Their leader Crankcase hissed. Jolt revved his engine threateningly. They were not getting their servos on her. The Decepticons only laughed at the sound.

"Looks like someone doesn't want to share," growled Crowbar. "We'll have to…fix that…" Things were escalating. He needed to get out of here now. They all shuffled a little closer. There! Jolt leapt at the opening provided. Just when he thought he was free, he felt a servo harshly grab his arm. The next thing he knew, he was being slammed onto the ground. Jolt groaned, trying to overcome the sudden daze that had descended over his processor.

"That wasn't very nice," Crankcase hissed in his ear.

"Lemme go!" Jolt gasped, and tried to jump to his pedes, but Crankcase slammed him into the ground again.

"Ah, ah, ah," he smirked. "I'd watch it if I were you. Otherwise, there might be a little…accident…" Jolt gazed up at his sister, who was now in the servos of Crowbar.

"Shut it!" he snapped at her, shaking her roughly. Jolt was unable to repress the dark protective growl that ripped through his vocal cords. Moonlight whimpered, ending her cries for help.

"Just let her go," Jolt begged. He hated himself for stooping so low—to a Decepticon no less—but he'd do anything to get Moonlight to safety.

"Hmmm, are you sure?" Crowbar asked with a malicious glint in his optic. Seconds later, he was holding the curled youngling over Hatchet's open mouth plates.

"No!" Crowbar laughed at Jolt's terror.

"Make up your mind mech," Crankcase snickered.

"Just…Don't hurt her," Jolt implored. "She's only a youngling."

"And she'll grow up to be an Autobot," Crankcase snarled. "We've learned that we need to handle these problems when they're smaller." No, thought Jolt. The mech began to struggle under the Decepticon's firm hold, but he was unable to wriggle free.

"Lights out little femme," grinned Crowbar, squeezing her tiny helm tighter.

"Jolt!" Moonlight sought the help of her brother, who she had always believed to be invincible.

"Moonlight!" Jolt cried, never stopping his struggles to get free.

"Stop it," Crankcase snarled, slamming Jolt's faceplates into the ground. The mech groaned, and shook his aching helm to clear his processor.

"Aaaiiieee!" Jolt gasped at the sound. He looked up to see Crowbar digging his sharp digits into his sister's helm. He felt her terror race through his spark as his own. Jolt snapped. A dark murderous growl ripped from his vocal cords. He managed to free his arm that had been pinned down, and latched it onto Crankcase.

"What are you—" A massive electrical shock was discharged. The Decepticon cried out in surprise and convulsed, before dropping to the ground. Free, Jolt leapt at Crowbar with lightning speed. He and Hatchet had been so shocked by Jolt's surprise attack—his weapon choice specifically—to stop him. Jolt slammed into Crowbar, making sure not to crush Moonlight, and pinned him to the ground. He quickly laid Moonlight a few feet away on the ground. Jolt was suddenly tackled from behind. He and his attacker rolled on the ground. Jolt was pinned to his back and Hatchet was on top, snarling at him. Jolt grabbed him with his whip and overloaded the Con's frame with electricity. The Decepticon twitched and Jolt pushed him off. He faced off with the last Decepticon.

"Now, let's not be too hasty—" began Crowbar. Jolt launched himself at the Decepticon, who ducked out of the way, only to realize it was a diversion. He looked down to see two whips attached to his frame.

"Frag," was all he had time to mutter before Jolt let loose another discharge, the biggest so far. Crowbar screamed in agony before offlining. Jolt stood there venting, his processor catching up with what he had just done. He…he'd taken down the Decepticons, all three. A pained whimper caught his attention. Moonlight! The mech ran to her and skidded to his knees.

"Moonlight?" he asked with baited breath.

"J-Jolt?" she mewled. Oh Primus, her helm was leaking everywhere! How much energon had she lost? "Jolt…it…it hurts." Jolt scanned her helm and he knew—even without specialized medical scans—that her condition was critical. The gouges were too big. Too many important wires had been frayed and ripped.

"Moonlight," he choked. "You're…you're going to be alright." She gazed up at him with her bright blue optics. And he knew that she believed him. After everything that had happened, she still believed in him. Jolt's spark broke.

"I'm tired," she murmured, optics going dim.

"No, Moonlight!" Jolt gasped, holding her gently. "You need to stay online! Stay with me!" But she didn't hear him. Or maybe she could but was unable to obey his command. Her optics dimmed until they were dark, completely devoid of life.

"Moonlight!" He forced open their dying bond, trying to bring her back, trying to pull her closer to his spark. But she was slipping away.

I'm sorry, she told him over their shattering bond. And then, he couldn't feel her anymore. She was gone. A cold void took her place.

"No," he sniffled, "I'm sorry."

"Is that why you became a medic?" Jaime asked softly. Jolt was pulled back into the present.

"More or less," he absentmindedly rubbed his chest plate.

"So," the girl gazed up at him carefully, "you understand why I can't leave him, right?"

"Yes," Jolt nodded. He stared at her for a few moments before transforming into his blue Chevy Volt vehicle. He popped the backseat door as a silent invitation.

"What are you—" Jaime began.

"Ratchet is concerned that you will get sick if you stay out in the open like this," said Jolt. "If you wish to remain near the Prime and not be taken inside by Ratchet, might I suggest that you stay in my alt-form?"

"Are—are you sure?" she blinked at him in surprise.

"I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't," he replied. She gave him a soft smile and carefully slid down the Prime's frame.

:: Excellent work, Jolt :: commed Ratchet, no doubt thinking the mech had somehow convinced the girl to come inside. Jaime crawled into Jolt's interior. He closed the door and scooted closer to the Prime so Jaime could see him out the window.

:: Jolt? What are you doing? :: asked Ratchet when his apprentice made no move to come inside.

:: Jaime wishes to remain near the Prime. I see no reason to separate her from him :: Jolt responded.

:: So—what—are planning to stay out there with her all night? :: Ratchet sputtered.

:: Looks like it :: But that was okay. Jolt didn't mind. He understood Jaime's desire to be near the Prime's body. He saw no reason to deny her the small comfort. Jolt spent the night keeping an eye on the sleeping girl and keeping her warm.

Will's POV

The major watched with a disapproving gaze, arms crossed.

"NEST departure, 2100 hours," the speakers blared. Will watched the Autobots roll by on flatbed trailers, covered in nets. He growled at the sight of the nets. He knew the nets were purposely used to limit the Autobots' mobility. It was so ridiculous because—if they really wanted to—the bots could easily break themselves free. But they didn't. Instead, they complied with the excuse—so they don't slide around as much during transport—they were given.

"So, we're shipping them back to base," Will muttered, only loud enough for Epps and Ricky—who were standing right beside him—to hear. "This is such a mistake."

"Major Lennox," Will turned towards the voice, Epps looking over his shoulder as well, "phone call." Will accepted the military cell phone from the NEST soldier.

"This is Lennox."

"Lennox, I'm with the kid." Will frowned. Who was this? "The kid." Wait a minute, he knew that voice. Was…was that Simmons? From Sector Seven? "You know, the one with the attitude, right?" Attitu—There was only one person Simmons would describe in such a way. What was Sam doing with that jerk from Sector Seven? "We need the truck. The truck." Will frowned. Truck? What on earth was the guy talking about? "We got a possible resurrection going on over here." Will inhaled sharply. He couldn't possible mean…Will glanced at Prime's body as it rolled by, Jaime perched on top. The major opened his mouth to spew a list of questions but the man didn't let up. "You're not gonna believe where we are. Code Tut, as in King Tutankhamen. Back of a one dollar bill." Location! He was giving him a location! Will spun to face Epps.

"Pen!" he hissed. The sergeant hurriedly handed Will a pen and small scrap of paper.

"Coordinates for airdrop," Simmons continued, "29.5 North, 34.88 East. Write it down. Write it!" Will quickly scrawled the numbers on the paper.

"Wait, how are you gonna—" Will began but apparently Simmons was done with the conversation.

"Got to go. Okay. Heat comes." Will opened his mouth to speak, but he was met with static. The line had disconnected.

"What is it?" Epps asked. Ricky had the same question shining in his eyes. Will glanced around.

"You," he pointed at Ricky, "are on Galloway watch." Ricky nodded.

"Why do you need me to—" Ricky began to ask, but Will shook his head.

"No time to explain. You're with me," he pointed at Epps. "Let's go."

Some time later, Will waited impatiently for the NEST soldier to walk down the stairs of the plane working as their temporary control room.

"Coordinates, 29.5 North, 34.88 East. Tip of the Red Sea. Gulf of Aqaba."

"Egypt?" Epps asked, accepting the piece of paper from the man. "Are you serious?" he glanced at Will, who wore a puzzled expression. Why Egypt? Will wondered. The two walked a few paces away so no one would overhear.

"Even if we could figure out a way to get big man over there," Epps spoke lowly, "how is this kid supposed to bring him back to life? Especially when Jaime couldn't?"

"Look, I don't know," Will sighed. He didn't know how Sam could possibly bring Optimus back when Jaime—who had a direct connection to the Allspark—was unable to. But the boy believed he could bring Optimus back. Although, to be fair, he did take down Megatron, and they really needed Optimus…"but we got to trust him."

"Are we going to tell Jaime?" Epps asked. Will paused. It hurt to see the girl so grim, but he didn't want to get her hopes up for nothing. After all, he didn't even know what Sam had in mind.

"No," he shook his head. "I…I don't know if she could take the disappointment, you know?" Epps nodded in understanding. Although she had been extremely quiet, Jaime was no longer unresponsive. She was aware of what was happening around her. But Will was afraid that if Jaime's hopes were raised only to be later crushed, she'd go back into the daze it took nearly a day to snap her out of. Please let this work, thought Will.

Kurohane Ookami: I know right? Does he really think that I'll stop running away from him if he tells me to? *Sarcastically* Only if you ask nicely Prowler! Heh, thanks! I'm glad someone else enjoyed it as much as I did :D

ForgotMyName2Day: Awww, I'm sorry. But as you learn in this chapter, it's not her destiny. Haha! Sam's already running away from enough (Alice, Decepticons, Governments, etc.). O.O Remind me not to get on your bad side…Hm, I didn't think of Jaime wielding the Allspark energy like that. That'd probably be alittle overkill though.

Galem: Oh gosh, I think everyone loved that. Glad you liked it though! I knew I had to get it just right thought because I knew everyone had high expectations.

Author's Note: *Pops out of a bomb shelter in the middle of Russia* Awww, I loved the feedback guys. And I love how Galloway's pummeling was everyone's favorite/most talked about part :D Now *Cracks knuckles* we got a lot of announcements here, so listen up.

Announcement #1: Now, some of you were asking why Jaime couldn't bring back Optimus. Well first of all, you learn it's not her destiny. The Bots—well, namely Optimus—need the Matrix. It's an important part of being Prime (you know, having the wisdom of past Primes to help you and all that). Also, Jaime's conscious when loses the connection with Optimus. With Jazz, she was asleep. Her defensive walls were down and her connection with the Allspark was wide open. She's more susceptible to anything connected to the Allspark when she's unconscious (a great example this chapter is with the Primes).

Announcement #2: Speaking of the Primes…I threw in some of those descriptions (the white saber, the feather and the femme with weapons) after doing some research on the Primes. Can you guess who they are? :) Now, she meets ten Primes. In my story, there is the original thirteen (I think the movie used a different number?). But not all of them were good. There's Megatronus who becomes the Fallen. Then there's Liege Maximo, who was another Prime who fell to evil. And lastly, there's Amalgamous Prime. And apparently, he's a shape-shifter and trickster. So I don't think he'd really be 'hanging out' with the other 'good' Primes.

Announcement #3: Updates may be slower than usual. I'm taking this summer class which is like a power course. It's Monday through Thursday…for three hours a day. Why did I think it was a good idea? Well, I wanted to get it done. It's only for about three weeks, so I should survive :D So yea, if I disappear for awhile, then that's why…Or Ratchet and Prowl finally teamed up and took me out for all the times I've made them glitch and got rid of the evidence…

Announcement #4: Lastly, I did not expect this to happen. I originally planned to put Jolt in this chapter just so he'd have a little cameo/recognition chapter. When I started typing the flashback scene, I only expected it to be a few paragraphs long...not nearly a third of the story. And it's got me hooked. There was so much more I could write, but I just can't fit it all in. In short, Jolt kinda stole this chapter…and a part of my heart :) So what I'm asking is, would any of you guys be interested in reading an origin type story centered around Jolt and why he joined the Autobots and why he is the way he is? Because there's really not that many stories that center around him. Comments are appreciated, whether you want to read the story, know anything about Jolt's character (because I don't, although I plan to do some research), or both!

Announcement #5: This chapter is seriously the longest chapter to date. O.o They're getting so bloody long and hard to proofread! Although, I'm sure you guys are really loving the length :)

~Hubero