*dramatic scene of hand bursting from grave*

Still alive! Oh my word, you guys have no idea how sorry i am this took so long. It's still a little rough and it is short, but it's a chapter. At this point, considering i have yet to even update in 2019, i don't care.

Went and downloaded some Stan Bush music (did The Touch and Dare in the 1980's movie) and its kinda inspired me. At least this chapter FINALLY got out!

Anyways, read the Authors note at the end, it's important.

Child of Jon Snow: Wasn't it? I loved that chapter. Oh, thanks for the poking. I need someone to keep annoying me about this thing.

MadnessJones: I've been waiting a long time to write that moment. If felt good to get that out and i'm glad you, and others, enjoyed it so much. Ratchet needed a break. To be clear, it wasen't suggested that Quicklight do anything to Avalon, it was more of the fact he didn't do anything. It was the lack of standing up for his friends that really pulled Sterling's plating the wrong way. For him, teh thought of betraying someone you care so much about is totally alien. Once you trusted someone, you were friends for life and it took alot to change that. But yes, he is a wimpy junior medic. :) your right about that. I'm thinking of doing a oneshot about Sterling and Carbon, expanding on those two a bit more. I love those two to death and it would give me a change of scenery.

Anodythe: Someone caught on to my scheme. I'm soooo glad you like my style, it definalty took a while to get comfortable in the way i write. Thanks so much.

Chargrined: I'm glad you liked it. It was seriously overdue and it felt good to write something emotional positive *cough* for once *cough*

Jazzilynn Hall: Oh trust me, Pharma is in the works. Saving him for a different time but he's gonna show up :D And yeah, typical Chrome.

Guest: Still alive! Glad your still hanging around. :)

Songbird's Spirit: Welcome to the club :D glad you're loving everything so far. Sorry its been so long since I've posted, writers block is being a pain right now...

One-a-penny: So happy you found it considering my total lack of update schedule. -_- I think my favorite slip up was almost calling a supervisor that had irritated me a 'Royal.' proceeded to go back to my station and laugh myself sick. There's definitely been a few times i get an odd look at some of my word choices but usually it's my brain connecting other's words with something else. Anyways, glad you're enjoying this so far.

DreamChaser99: Yeah, sorry about the long wait. Ugh...

Graceful-rain: I'm glad you liked it. bout time i wrote something good :D

Snowfun:Thought out?! HA! thanks for the compliment though :D I have a very general plotline and then i just go where the story leads me. Sometimes straight into a brick wall, sometimes right off a cliff into a wild side trip. *cough* Kaon *cough*

Sparrow-Talon: Here you go! Sorry it's been so long.

Guest: Thinking about it. Theres still a lot of stuff that's gonna happen before this all gets wrapped up.

IMPORTANT! i originally had a different plan for a certain characters grand revel but after this mess of a wait, i think you all deserve a bit of a treat. Still gonna be an awesome re-meet but for now, here's a cameo from one of the Autobots.

Ratchet stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the empty berth. He did a full 360 of the medbay before cursing violently, still staring at the berth like Carbon would have magically reappeared somehow. The mech was doing much better, but by no means was he ready to go back to heavy work. His leg would fail on him if wasn't careful.

He bolted outside, slowing only to transform and send another round of profanity toward Ripsaw before speeding off up to the mine. He got to the top and transformed, wincing when his side pulled but otherwise ignored it as he hurried down to the ramp.

"You're in a hurry." Jigsaw said with a smirk but Ratchet barely even spared him a glance.

"Where's Dusty." He demanded, optics scanning the mine for the red mech.

"In the back. He's helping the other's open a new shaft." Jigsaw replied. "Impactor found a weak spot in the wall."

Ratchet took off toward the back, his spark hammering in his chassis.

Carbon was sitting in his alt mode just off to the side of the new shaft, his box already half full of scrap that Sterling and Impactor were dragging out.

"Car-" He started to yell only to come up short when someone grabbed his arm, jerking him backwards and nearly off his peds.

"Don't." Dusty said in a low voice, still holding Ratchet's bracer. "Don't even waste your strength."

"That glitch-" Ratchet snarled, jabbing a digit in Carbon's direction, "is still recovering. His leg is a fraggin mess he's going to blow the joint! I told him, and you! No work until I had fixed that joint!"

"You said no bipedal work, he's not putting pressure on his knees-"

"Yes he is! It's a major pressure point on any frame!" Ratchet cut in. "It's a load bearing joint in both alt mode and bipedal!"

"Then it's a good thing he isn't anywhere close to hitting his max capacity." Dusty snapped. "I may not be some medic but I'm not stupid Ratchet!"

"I never said you were-"

"You're implying it." Dusty continued without even slowing down. "I've been in the mines, literally, my entire life. I know the right and the wrong ways to run a mech-"

"You shouldn't be running him at all!"

"It doesn't work that way!" Dusty's engine roared with his words and Ratchet's armor flared. "It doesn't work that way and Carbon knows it, Chrome knows it, we all know it. We don't get all the rest we need to recover, we can't. That's how we fall behind and who do you think is gonna be the first to get scrapped!"

Ratchet didn't reply but his gaze slid to Carbon, his scanners running full strength over the mech. Carbon sunk lower on his axils but didn't move otherwise.

"You know it's going to take longer for him to recover." Ratchet growled, glaring at Dusty. The red mech didn't even flinch, easily holding Ratchet's glare with his own.

"All too aware." He replied. "I need him Ratchet, and I need you down here as well. Titan is fighting me every klick of the orn and the nano-klick I turn my back on him, he takes off."

"I need to keep building Carbon's replacement joints." Ratchet said.

"Do it later. I need you down here."

Ratchet started to object but Dusty cut him off.

"You ain't gonna get your parts if there isn't a trailer load of energon to pay for it."

Ratchet snarled low in his chassis but he knew Dusty was right.

"And seeing as you're throwing a fit about Carbon's physical state, let's bring up yours shall we?"

Ratchet instinctively touched his side where the bruising had gotten worse.

"Carbon isn't the only one damaged." Dusty continued in a low tone. "Is he."

"No." Ratchet ground out. He refused to look at Dusty despite the razor sharp glare the mech was giving him. "I'm fine."

"So is Carbon." Dusty shot back and Ratchet flinched hard.

"Your own rules apply to yourself as well Ratchet. Don't push yourself, you of all mechs should know the risks."

Ratchet was about to snap something but held it back. He was already walking himself in circles and Dusty knew it.

"Fine." He ground out. "But anything happens-"

"You'll be the first to know." Dusty replied, spinning on his ped to walk off.

"Oh, and for the record," Dusty said, pausing to glance back at Ratchet. His optics were even darker then usual and Ratchet's armor flared. "Carbon would be offline if he was in any other gang. I'm doing whatever I can to keep my mechs online as long as I can, even if that means pushing them. You may hate it, but I don't give a frag as long as they're still online."

Dusty walked off, back to where Sterling was doing a horrible job of not openly gawking at them. Ratchet snarled under his breath before stalking off after the mech. He paused beside Carbon, resting a servo on the side of his box.

"Anything feels off about that knee, you stop." Ratchet growled, "Is that clear."

Carbon's engine rumbled in what Ratchet hoped was agreement.

"Watch ya peds Ratch." Sterling warned and Ratchet took a step back as Carbon shifted into gear and pulled forward. He watched him leave before he sensed Sterling come up beside him.

"Ya know ee's tougher then 'ee looks." Sterling said, his tone bordering on cautious. "Ee's gonna beh fine."

"That's what I'm supposed to be telling you." Ratchet growled, glaring at the silver mech. Sterling shrugged.

"Wha' ya want meh tah say Ratch." He replied. "Dusty cares 'bout us ah pit of ah lot mo' then most mechs. 'Ee's watchin' out fo' Carbon tah only way 'ee knows 'ow."

Ratchet snarled under his breath again and Sterling shrugged again before his words made Ratchet freeze up.

"Lucky us weh even got someone tha' cares 'bout us." He said softly, resting a servo on Ratchet's shoulder guard. "Most mechs don't." He turned and silently walked back into the tunnel. Ratchet turned to watch him as all the anger left his frame in a rush. They were right, both of them. And it made his spark pound to know that far too many mechs didn't have anyone to look out for them.

"Pit fraggin' Royals…" He growled, following Sterling's silver frame into the tunnel.

oOOoo

Ratchet collapsed into the chair at Chrome's workbench, dropping his helm into his servos.

It felt like it had been ages since he'd pulled a full shift in the mine and he was tired but there was no time to slow down. The sooner he finished building those joints, the sooner he could stop freaking out about Carbon. He stood up to grab a cube of energon from Chrome's office, glancing over at Carbon passed out on the berth before returning to the workshop and finding more parts.

The sensors in the joint were fragile and more importantly, Chrome only had the one pair. He could not afford to screw up. Taking a sip of energon, he set the cube off to the side and got to work.

"Having fun?"

He flinched, his servo jerking and nearly melting critical wires with the hot sauntering gun.

"Carful, don't want to break something." Titan said with a smirk when Ratchet spun to face him.

"Get out." He snarled, armor standing on edge.

"Oh, but I need your assistance, oh great medic." Titan continued, walking farther into the workshop. Like Carbon, he dwarfed the room and Ratchet took a step back only to bump into the table.

"You're not damaged other than your helm and I can't fix that." He growled and Titan gasped in mock horror.

"Oh but Ratchet, I thought we were allies." He said. "I thought you cared about us poor miners."

"You tried to terminate Chrome." Ratchet snarled, armor standing on end. "I'll never forgive you for that. Get out. You're not leaking out and I'm not wasting supplies on you."

"That's harsh Ratch," Titan continued with a frown as he took a step forward. "You sound like the Royals. Oh right, you are one."

Ratchet's servos tightened into fists and Titan smirked again. "Optic overrides and a new frame isn't gonna change your spark Royal."

He jabbed a digit at Ratchet's chassis and he swatted the servo away with a snarl.

"Don't touch-"

Titan's fist came out of nowhere, hard and fast, to connect with his jaw. The blow sent him to his kneebolt, gasping at the fire spreading across his jawline and cheek plating.

"What was that Royal?" Titan asked, leaning forward with a mocking tone. "Don't want grey paint on that fancy frame of yours? Still the same scared Roy-"

He was cut off as someone grabbed him from behind, jerking him off his peds to spin him around and slam him into the wall hard enough it shook the building.

"Carbon." Titan said with a grin, his servos around Carbon's bracer as the mech pinned him to the wall, his engine snarling. "Good to see you. Heard you went on a trip to-"

He cut himself off when a short, black edged knife shot from Carbon's free servo, just inches from Titan's throat cables.

"Get out." Ratchet snarled, getting back to his peds, his armor standing on end in rage. "Get out now and thank Primus I'm a medic. Otherwise I'd let Carbon terminate you and save us all your slag."

Titan smirked before Carbon shoved him out of the workshop and practically threw him outside. Ratchet took a step back, leaning against the counter as he panted. He didn't realize he'd stalled his vents. He flinched when Carbon waked back into the room and the big mech frowned before touching his jaw.

"I'm fine, he didn't break anything." Ratchet mumbled, his digits traveling over the over-sensitive protoform. Carbon continued to frown before he tapped his servo with a digit. Ratchet flinched hard, only realizing now that he was trembling.

"Primus I hate that mech." He hissed, "I'd give anything for Chrome to be back here."

Carbon nodded but he didn't leave.

"I'm alright, go back to recharge. I don't think he'll come back." He said after a moment. "I- I need to keep working a bit longer."

Carbon nodded slowly before turning back toward the medbay. Ratchet avoided his gaze when he turned back to look at him and he forced his plating to settle.

ooOOoo

Ratchet was stuck in traffic two joors later. He was still shaken up from Titan showing up and he didn't trust himself not to make a mistake in the state he was in. He'd checked on Carbon before heading home, so distracted and lost in thought that he never realized traffic being funneled down to three lanes instead of the usual six and the abnormally large Enforcer presence. His engine whined before he caught it and he sank lower on his axils. He just wanted to go home. Probably take something to help him recharge, then forget the entire orn happened.

Abruptly he noticed the Enforcer on the sidewalk watching him closely and he tensed before realizing it. The Enforcer turned away but Ratchet knew that he'd caught their attention. The last thing he wanted to deal with was nosy Enforcers.

"Sir, I need you to come with me."

He exploded upward in transformation, momentarily forgetting about his side before doubling over in pain.

"Sir-!" The Enforcer, an older mech with worn and well used armor gasped as he reached for him.

"Damaged T-cog." Ratchet replied with a low hiss, beating himself mentally that the Enforcer had managed to get beside him without him realizing it. "You surprised me."

"Follow me then if you are alright." He said with a frown as Ratchet straightened. He followed the Enforcer off the road onto the sidewalk and he glanced around noticing he wasn't the only one getting called over.

"Full designation?"

"Ratchet. Of Iacon." He said, ignoring the surprised look the Enforcer gave him before it was masked with a hard dissecting gaze.

"What brings you around Iacon this time of night?" He asked.

"Heading home from a long day." Ratchet replied, remembering all too well the last time he'd been interrogated by an Enforcer. "Why, what's going on."

"Nothing to be concerned about, just looking for some mechs." The Enforcer replied. "Where you coming from?"

"Small place about a joor south of Iacon." Ratchet answered, giving as little detail as possible and not saying a word more than needed.

"Joor out of Iacon?" He asked, optics sharpening. "That's already in the mountains. Lot of mech up there like to cause problems. Miners particularly."

With a start Ratchet realized he'd forgotten to change his optic color. He usually turned them blue when he was in Iacon, he was so tired he must have forgotten to and they were still red. No wonder the Enforcer was so suspicious of him.

"Been to the docks recently?" He continued and Ratchet shook his helm.

"Been a few cycles since I've been there." He replied.

"You go there frequently?"

"Twice a groon? At most?" Ratchet supplied, his spark starting to hammer.

"What business do you have there?"

"With all due respect Sir, its private business." Ratchet said with a frown.

"It may be, but unfortunately a lot of that business is against Cybertronian law. Where'd you get that frame may I ask. MTO?"

Ratchet's spark stopped entirely and he tensed. The Enforcer did as well and he forced his plating flat.

"Yes it is." He forced himself to say.

"Want to explain to me why a mech with such a high quality paint scheme is in a cheap MTO frame?" He asked, his servo shifting to rest on his hipbolt.

"That's private medical information." Ratchet said, unable to stop his engine from rumbling slightly. "You want that information, you get a search warrant."

"A warrant?" The Enforcer asked with a smirk. "If it was a legally performed upgrade, there's no reason for a warrant."

"It was legal, as was the medic that preformed it." Ratchet ground out, struggling to stay respectful. "I just have no desire to indulge you in that specific information. As I said, it's private."

"Ratchet, you have to understand this from my point of view." The Enforcer said with a sigh. "An Elite quality paint scheme on an MTO frame, coming in from a known trouble location, and now refusing to give me the information I want to know?"

Ratchet frowned, armor flaring more.

"I'm gonna need you to come in for further questioning." He said, stasis cuffs appearing in his servo. "Turn around and put your servos behind your back.

"Oh for frack's sake." Ratchet snarled louder then he intended. He felt the Enforcer grasp his bracer to snap the cuffs on when he abruptly gasped.

"Get down!" The Enforcer yelled and Ratchet didn't even hesitate at the yell. His scanners had picked up someone coming at them at an incredible speed. He dropped to his kneebolts as something screamed, shooting by over helm but the Enforcer shielding him prevented him from seeing what it was. The audio shattering scream though gave him a fairly obvious clue.

A single seeker, his wing engulf in smoke and barely clearing the light stands turned hard, trying to stay over the freeway where he was at a less risk of clipping something with his wingtips. A pair of seekers in Enforcer colors came around a building from the opposite direction, cutting him off and the seeker pulled up hard only to slip sideways in the air and loose altitude.

He transformed but still slammed into the ground hard. Clawed peds tore the blocked off road to pieces as he slid along the road in a less-then-graceful landing before finally coming to a stop barely three lanes away from Ratchet and the Enforcer. Brilliant red optics blazed in rage as he tried to regain his balance, double jointed legs making him even taller than usual as massive wings flared behind him.

He hadn't even gotten back to his peds before three Enforcers collided with him, slamming him back to the ground and he gave another furious scream. The sound made Ratchet's helm ring and more than a few others grabbed at their audios. No wonder there were rumors of them making mechs go deaf.

The Enforcers were barely able to keep the seeker pinned as he thrashed, alternating between screaming and cursing them all to the Pit and back.

"Come on! Get back its not safe!" The Enforcer yelled, grabbing Ratchet's shoulder guard to pull him up. The seeker twisted hard and Ratchet saw the moment one of the younger Enforcers ended up in the wrong place.

Both the seeker's legs slammed forward into the Enforcer with crushing power and he was sent flying. Ratchet threw his arms up over his helm as the Enforcer shoved him down again. Reinforced glass shattered as the mech crashed through a storefront window just beside them.

Ratchet and the Enforcer scrambled to their peds, Ratchet's medical ID glowing as he didn't hesitate to pull out of the Enforcer's grasp. He jumped over the remains of the window to where the mostly black Enforcer wasn't moving. Just as Ratchet reached for him he coughed, slowly dragging himself up. His ID signature listed him as a Cadet from a northern town he didn't recognize.

"Easy, you just got kicked through a window." Ratchet warned as the Enforcer appeared a split nano-klick behind him.

"Spawn of a glitch, you ok?" The Enforcer demanded in alarm.

"Ow." The younger mech replied before sitting up on his kneebolts. Ratchet shifted to get a better look at the mech's chassis and couldn't help but be surprised when all he saw were deep scratches on his heavy armor. The Cadet gave the other Enforcer a grin as brushed glass from his armor.

"Forgot those fragger's could kick like that." He replied with a lopsided smirk. "Sorry Boss."

"Don't say sorry to me, I ain't the one that nearly got my spark kicked out of my chassis." He said with a scowl before his gaze slid to Ratchet. "You're an apprentice medic?"

"Yes." Ratchet replied before his attention locked back onto the younger Enforcer. "Are you sure you're alright? A kick like that could have terminated someone with thinner armor."

"Feel fine." He replied with a shrug only to wince with a low snarl of pain.

"Glass." Ratchet supplied immediately as he shot to his peds, his servo latching onto mech's shoulder guard. "Don't move, it could slice lines."

"Boss-"

"You're the glitch that made the rookie mistake to get behind a seeker's claws, Cadet. Thought you knew better than that." The Enforcer replied with a shrug.

Ratchet took that as permission and immediately examined the spot where the Cadet's neck cabling entered into his chassis.

"There." He said after a short moment, digit slipping into tweezers to carefully dig the glass out of his collar strut where it was caught in a bundle of wires. "Might not have cut lines but it would hurt."

"Takes more than a hunk of glass to off' Ironhide anyways." The Enforcer replied with a smirk and the Cadet huffed air though his vents before it broke off into a harsh cough.

"Ironhide?" Ratchet repeated and the Cadet grinned.

"Cadet Ironhide of the Norther Iacon Enforcer Department." He said, tapping his helm in a salute. "Up by Axiom.

"Ratchet." He replied. "Ratchet of Iacon. Apprentice Medic."

"I appreciate the quick response." The Chief spoke up and Ratchet turned to him. "You knew what was gonna happen before Ironhide did, didn't you."

"The Professors at the Academy drilled it into our helms to keep away from their legs." Ratchet said with a shrug. "We don't have the same armor as your mechs do. That kick would have gutted most of those in my classes."

"Joys of being a border patrol." Ironhide pipped up with a grin. "Get to deal with ah lot more slag then city 'Forcers so we get the armor to handle it. Anyways," He stood up, clapping Ratchet on the back hard enough he nearly fell forward. "Thanks for the help Ratchet, but if it's alright with you, Ah still got work to do."

"Not yet you don't. Go report to Hardline, he's gonna enjoy this." The Enforcer ordered before his gaze snapped to Ratchet. "Why didn't you say you were a medical apprentice?"

"Would it have changed anything?" Ratchet asked with a frown.

"Yes. Wanna tell me where you got that frame now?"

Ratchet held his glare before scowling.

"I nearly terminated in a road accident. The MTO was all the medic had on hand. I was overdue for an upgrade anyways." He growled.

"Which medic was this?" The Enforcer asked.

"Search warrant." Ratchet snapped, getting to his peds and crossing his arms over his chassis. "He's a good friend of mine. Right up there with 'medic-patient confidentiality'. You should look them up."

The Cadet's vents skipped and he coughed, nearly choking. Ratchet shot him a look but he was pointedly avoiding his gaze.

"One last question." The Enforcer growled, subspacing a datapad. "Recognize any of them?"

Ratchet took it and immediately recognized the distinctive silhouette of Arachnid. Beside her was Flatline, arms crossed and looking as pleasant as usual. Swindle and another mech had their backs to the camera but that ugly purple and yellow paint was unmistakable.

"Him I do." Ratchet said, gesturing at Flatline. "I don't know him, but I recognize that mark. He's a medic. Or was. It's been gashed out. That symbol kinda catches your optic, especially when it's marked out like that."

The Enforcer held his glare before nodding.

"I thank you for attending to Ironhide as fast as you did. I suggest you get home by a different route Ratchet and stay there." He said. Ratchet nodded as Ironhide climbed back through the window and both Enforcers left. As suggested, he left through one of the side streets and wasted no time getting back home. There was far more Enforcer traffic then he was used to seeing and it was putting him on edge.

He finally made it back to the apartment and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the key pad on the door sparking from torn wires.

"Really? Again?" Ratchet groaned, shoulder guards slumping a little. "Is it so hard to just get a little recharge?"

He walked closer to examine the damage but this time it hadn't been smashed like the last time some drunk mech had gone on a rampage. The cover had been removed and the wires cut deliberately.

"It won't open, I made sure of that." A mech said off to his side and Ratchet scowled, not even looking at him as he reached for the panel. He grounded the wires out with his own systems before sliding a small piece of rubber tubing over the cut ends of the wires.

"Well that's not a very nice way to treat paying customers."

"Not really in the mood for playing nice." The mech replied and Ratchet shot a dark look at him.

"Wouldn't have guessed a missing arm would put you in such a bad mood Flatline." He said with a growl. "Or is that because your other arm is so shredded, you can't even keep that gun level."

"Don't mock me." Flatline growled but Ratchet huffed, refocusing on the panel. He stripped the wires and twisting them back together, checking the connection before soldering the wires.

"What do you want." Ratchet demanded, sliding the rubber up over the exposed wires and heating the rubber till it shrunk tight around the wires. The cover panel snapped back on easily and he turned to fully face Flatline with a scowl. "You're dripping on the floor so make it fast."

The black and red mech was missing his left arm, an ugly patch of templating covering the open wound. His right wasn't in much better shape, energon seeping through the mesh wrapped tightly around his bracer. His servo was trembling with the effort of holding the gun level and the barrel swayed.

"I need you to come with me." Flatline growled. "Now."

"I don't take orders from you." Ratchet replied, crossing his arms over his chassis.

"I may have terrible aim but even I can hit you from here. Do you really want Focus to come home to you leaking out in the hallway?" Flatline countered, optics hard.

"He's working the night shift." Ratchet deadpanned. "He won't be home till tomorrow morning. And put that thing down before you shoot yourself in the ped with it."

Flatline frowned, but finally had to lower the gun.

"Goodnight, Flatline." Ratchet said, reaching for the keypad.

"It can't wait." He said and the way he said it made Ratchet pause. "Not with all the Enforcers crawling all over Iacon."

"What can't wait." Ratchet demanded, glaring at the mech. "Those Enforcers are looking for you and Arachnid and I'm not getting involved in whatever mess you've caused. I got enough slag to worry about without Enforcers breathing down my plating. I nearly got arrested, again, tonight! Also, I don't care what it costs, I'm not taking apart another mech, not for you, not for Arachnid, not for anyone."

"You're not." Flatline replied but he didn't elaborate. Ratchet held his glare, his armor flared. The only reason Flatline would come to him was for his skills. And if it wasn't to take apart someone, it was to put them back together.

"Frag it all. Not like I was gonna recharge anyways." He muttered. "Lead the way Armless."

Flatline gave him a murderous glare but subspace the gun and turned back down the hallway.

"Follow me." He growled, glancing over his ruined shoulder guard at Ratchet. "And keep close."

Hope you liked that. Don't worry, that little mistake Ironhide made is gonna come bite him in the aft when he and Ratchet meet up again miuch much later.

Two things!

One! A long (long long long) time ago i said that i'd do a oneshot for reviewer number 500. (Holy crap you guys are awesome!) We are at 499 and i can't believe it. You guys are seriously the best thing thats ever happened to me. I love you all!

Two! I have gotten back into sketching after ages of feeling no inspiration. I've been drawing out the gang in human form, specifically Sterling and Carmine, and Carbon. Definitely gonna keep going on that, it makes them feel a little more real to me and just wanted to let you know that they are on DeviantArt under Nighthawk2211

ANYWAYS! You guys are the best, READ AND REVIEW!