Hey, guys! So... you're probably wondering whether or not I'm ever gonna continue this story. And, unfortunately, I'm not.

HOWEVER! That's not bad news, because I'm actually rewriting this story to make it a lot better! :D So while this original version isn't going to be continued, I'm rewriting it. The rewrite can be found on my profile, under the title "United We Stand - Rewrite."

I apologize for not updating in so long, but since I've joined Tumblr, I've started roleplaying and working on my art and completely lost inspiration for this story. The plot, characterizations, and overall writing... I'm no longer proud of. They needed to be changed so that my original concept can come out as what it was supposed to be. This was the first Transformers fic I ever wrote. I started it almost immediately after seeing DOTM, and was basically making up shit as I went along.

Obviously my concept and passion for it was evident even here, because so many of you liked it! And that makes me very happy! It makes me feel like, with my improvements, I could... transform... (hehe, sorry, I had to) this story into something that goes from good to amazing.

So! Thank you all for sticking with me, and I really hope that you'll transfer your affections to my rewrite. You can find it here: s/11764776/1/United-We-Stand-REWRITE

Since uploading just author's notes as chapters is against the site's rules, I'm going to leave you with some short previews of the rewrite's prologue.

Thank you all for the support, and I hope you can support the rewrite of this story! Enjoy the previews - I hope you see you guys soon! :)

UNITED WE STAND: REWRITE.

PREVIEWS.

Getting herself into situations that she probably shouldn't be in was one of Aspen Singletary's many specialties. Her impressive track record included being on the prom committee in high school, being team leader of her majors course in college, and arguing with customers enough to get herself fired from no less than two car repair garages. When it seemed that she'd finally found her niche working as a mechanic for the United States military, the solemn promise she'd made to herself was simple. Stay in your lane. Don't be ambitious or hotheaded or goofy. Just do your job, and take it seriously. Do your job, but don't stand out. Don't blow it this time.

At twenty-nine years old, one would think she'd learned at least this life lesson. Even though she'd gotten better at curbing her ambitions and not letting it be the source of failure, it wasn't a risk she wanted to take. This job made her happy, and it gave her a sense of security. As long as she did the tasks she was assigned, there would always be a place for her. There would always be a need for people who could fix the army's equipment.

Of course, when duty called in a certain way, how could she refuse?

The one thing about Stacie Woods that could be counted on, no matter what, was that she didn't poke into other people's business. Unless someone approached her first with interest, her life was mostly kept to herself. Her circle of friends had always been small, consisting of one or two individuals who may or may not have also been quiet. The few situations that involved interacting with anyone outside her tiny group consisted of having a tutor in college and going steady with a couple people, as well as working in retail and at a car repair garage.

They'd all ended up with her barely coming out of her shell, most of them even contributing to her decision to manage a career at home. It was better that she was alone most of the time, anyway. There were things in her past that were best left there, and didn't need to be repeated. For some experiences, once was enough.

Still, she had found contentment, as she started to emerge just a little more. About an hour a week was spent at the library, researching and working. As an online consultant for an automotive repair company, her schedule was more flexible than some. A friend was made of the volunteer librarian around her own age; pleasant conversations were carried out among complete strangers. None of it was forced, and the anxiety that may have been in those interactions during her younger years had gradually faded. The drive from town back to her house made her nervous, but nothing bad had happened yet. Since she'd taken these small risks, everything that could have gone wrong... hadn't, so far.

Her lucky streak was long overdue to come screeching to an end. Thirty-one years without a life-threatening incident was a pretty good run, all things considered.

If you want to read more, the rewrite can be found at the following link!
s/11764776/1/United-We-Stand-REWRITE