-Now the actual ending-

3:56 P.M. Friday, August 21 ,2012

The sounds of the Ratchet's medical equipment, plus explosions and gunfire from an action movie being played on the TV slowly grew louder as I started to wake from the stasis I was forced into. The pain in my chest was completely gone, in fact I felt no stiffness, or injury at all. I felt like I was brand new.

I looked over to the right were the TV was blaring to see who was watching the TV and what they were watching. On the couch Miko and Raf were watching some kind of Monster horror film made in the 1980s. It looked like New York was being attacked by...Giant...Robots...For a second I thought of how cheesy and corny the film was because well, I live with and am a giant robot. However it did occur to me that the world was completely blind to the war that the Autobots have been fighting. Which makes me understand why they would make fictional films about giant robots destroying their towns and slaughtering their people, they don't understand that those events could happen any day.

"Omegatron would TOTALLY destroy Megamachine!" Miko called out sitting on the edge of the couch completely immersed in the film. Next to her Raf was also intently watching the film. A giant scarlet red machine larger than skyscrapers around it was toppling buildings having the debris fall and crash into the ground. I had to guess this was Omegatron.

"No, Megamachine has more firepower and is able to move faster than Omegatron." Raf countered. Quickly a yellow robot who had a great resemblance to Bumblebee appeared on screen. I was captivated on how the almost accurately got Bee's face on the film, I hoped it was just coincidence. The new mechanism came crashing into the other monstrous machine the two falling onto buildings forcing them to lean over and crash onto the panicked citizens.

'Oh my god dude, Omegatron can like punch down buildings." Miko yelled back raising her clenched fist in the air. I quickly saw a nasty argument, or fight start to form.

"Well Miko, I think Bulk would out lift Omegatron," I broke the argument, "and Raf, I think Bee could easily outrun Megamachine." Both Miko and Raf looked back at me,their eyes the size of frisbees and mouths hanging open. I gave a small smile at their speechless expression.

"JACK!" Miko and Raf yelled in unison alerting the base of me being awake. They quickly got off the couch and ran to medical berth I was laying on looking up at me.

"Hey Jack, how are you feeling?" Bumblebee whistled who I failed to notice he was sitting to the left of me checking his weapon systems.

"Much better, thanks" I answered to the scout who had already retracted his cannons and began walking toward us.

"That's good to hear." Bee quickly changed his attention to his human partner, "Want to head out for a drive, maybe later play some video games?" Bumblebee clicked to his red haired friend. Raf's face lit up even more when he heard Bee's offer.

"Sure Bee!" Raf answered with the largest smile on his face.

"Oh Bee where are the others?" I asked before the two of them ran off as I noticed Ratchet or Optimus weren't at the Command Center, Bulkhead wasn't watching the movie with Raf and Miko, but the thing that surprised me the most was that Cee wasn't there when I woke up.

"Optimus and Ratchet went with Fowler to talk about military stuff," Miko interjected, "and Arcee and Bulk went scouting for Energon, cause you know you've been taking all the Energon."

The neutral expression I had on my face was replaced with guilt and sadness. It was true I must have consumed a great deal of Energon during my three recoveries in the past month. The Autobots could have deemed me dead or unresponsive as an excuse to save Energon, but instead they put the resources to save me.

"You ready Bee?" Raf ask his Autobot guardian.

"Of course bro, lets get going." Bee beeped and hummed who was already in his vehicle mode, engine revving. It seemed like Bee was the only one who was trying to mimic the vocabulary of the students that attend the school Miko, Raf go to. At some times I'm afraid they might learn some that they might not understand but are considered inappropriate.

"You two have fun." I answered sitting up from the berth the pain that once occupied most of my body was completely gone. Resolving an injury like that with human medicine would take months if not years, but with the chemical that Ratchet gave me my wound was taken care of in a matter of hours. It completely amazed me on how a few Earth elements that would be toxic to humans healed and repaired alien metal with ease.

"Hey Jack," Miko caught my attention, I turned my head toward her direction wondering what she wanted. "What does your vehicle mode look like?" She asked surprisingly calmly. I gave an innocent smirk and began shifting the different parts that made up my body to form the Porsche I scanned at Nellis Air Force base. Once my body finished shifting into the car Miko's eyes widened and a sinister smile slowly grew on her face.

"What are you thinking?" I cautiously asked, wondering what mastivious ideas were going in her head.

"Nothing..." She lied still with that wide smile on her face. "How fast can you go as that car?"

I hesitated to answer the question, or even try to find the answer to her question. "I don't know Miko, I haven't really tried going fast."

Miko slumped her shoulders, folded her arms and gave me the most disappointed look I have seen in my life. "Really dude, you're like this super sports car and you haven't even tried to break some speed limits?"

"I haven't been able to break any speed limits, I kind of was worried about getting shot at the base and that was the only time I was in vehicle mode." I defended myself even when knowing that it would be a lot harder to convince Miko.

Miko rolled her eyes at me while turning around and started to slowly walk back to the TV leaving me in the middle of the Autobot base in my car mode all alone. I transformed into my main mode, robot mode whatever you wish to call it. I looked around the room still amazed on the new perspective I had. I was so use to being a six foot high human teenager but now I get to see the world as a fifteen foot tall machine. Even though it did feel weird to see how far from the ground my eyes were. My vision hadn't really changed that much after my mutation, I didn't see the world in binary code, that I processed to interpret my surroundings, I saw in colors, hues, glows everything that I saw when I was a human, but now everything was more saturated, more picture perfect, and more beautiful. Blues, greens, reds, every single color that humans could see became more dark, more defined. I never really thought about how the Autobots or even the Decepticons saw how our planet looked from their point of view. Even though the Decepticons probably didn't care what the world looked like, they just saw a rock to conquer, to take with force not caring who they step on to get what they want.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the proximity alarm who's blaring howl was just as bad as I remembered. Instinctively I turned my head toward the Command monitor to see a blurry satellite feed of a white 1980s car approach the base's hidden entrance. Quickly the car was scanned, taking the license plate number, car model and owner. The blast doors disguised as the plateaus rocky face opened to let the vehicle enter the Autobot base. My eyes widened in joy as the image resolution become clearer and clearer, letting me recognize my mom's car entering the base.

Ecstatic I gave a quick second jog to where the tunnel where my mom entered turned into the Command Center. I stood there, anxiously waiting to see my mom, every second that passed felt like a week. The headlights from my mom's car started to shine on the tunnel's wall. Quickly after the white car of a middle age women who must have been having a hell of a month. The car screeched to a halt almost hitting my foot. The driver door popped open, and my mother began stepping out of the car. My mouth curved into a smile at seeing my mom.

"Jackson Darby, do you want me to go to the Emergency room?!" My mom started either a greeting or a lecture with a raised voice and figure pointed straight at my face. "Do you know how much stress you have put on me?"

"Hello to you too mom." I quietly greeted her and lowered down to my knee to try and make the conversation more intimate.

"I really hope you are proud of yourself, I haven't had any good sleep in weeks!" She kept on going on her lecture. "Everytime the phone rings I fear it's going to be Fowler telling me you've died!" She took a breath calming herself down, I saw this as my opportunity.

"I missed you mom." I offered my hand to her even though it dwarfed hers. Quickly she placed her hand in mine even though it was only the size of my palm, and the other hand cover her eyes as she began sobbing tears pouring from her eyes.

"I missed you too, my poor baby." Her words interrupted with exhales from her whimpers.

"It's okay, I'm here." I whispered to her trying to help her regain her composure.

She continued her crying for several minutes just holding onto my hand. In that time we were there; Optimus, Ratchet and Fowler returned to the base all of them giving me a simple nod of the head both respecting the moment my mom and I were having, and greeting me. Only Fowler gave me a look filled with heavy hearted sorrow. Fowler and the others who entered the base went straight to the Command Center and began discussing.

"Why did you even follow Arcee when she went in?" My mom questioned, "You shouldn't have risked your life fo-"

"For what mom? For my partner, someone who had risked her life countless times to save mine?" I interrupted her sentence with a bit of anger in my voice. There was a pause as she looked up at me staring at each other waiting for someone to restart the conversation.

"So you do love her." My mom whispered. My eyes widened, was it that obvious that I did? Quickly I broke eye contact and made quick glances around the room trying to ignore the gaze or the smile on her face. If anything I was glad that she didn't blurt it out, letting everyone nearby know. "She is very lucky." She whispered with a supportive smile on her face.

"No, I'm the lucky one." I replied softly. It was true, how would someone like me, someone who use to work at a god damn fast food restaurant is now sharing some of the strongest feelings a person (both human and cybertronian) could have with someone who has been my guardian for months.

"I wish the best for you, but knowing you two I don't think you need it." A smile snuck onto my face at hearing my mom's words.

The sound of two engines echoed through the tunnel entrance. Mom released my hand and I stood up turning my head toward the entrance. Both the green SUV and the blue sports motorcycle entered the Command Center. Arcee stopped next to me as Bulkhead went to the center of the large room. Arcee quickly stood up from her vehicle mode. Within a matter of seconds her arms were wrapped around me.

"Why hello." I said in surprise from the sudden gesture Arcee gave me. Quickly I returned the embrace pulling her close. "Sorry I scared you." I whispered in her ear knowing that I had probably scared her just like how I scared my mom.

"Guess I'm getting use to it." Arcee whispered back her voice quivering attempting to make a joke out of it, even though I could tell it didn't help. We released each other looking into each others eyes. So badly did I want my lips to meet hers, and I could tell she felt the same. Even though I wanted to kiss her so badly I wasn't willing to hurt Arcee's reputation. I didn't know how the others Autobots would react if they figure out our relationship.

"Jack, June, may you please come here." Ratchet called from the main console with Optimus and Fowler. I nodded and we both strolled to Ratchet. Each step I took my fear rose at what news Ratchet would bring us. Would he tell me; I would only have a few days to live, or would he tell me I lost the ability to change modes.

I looked to the little living area that Miko and Raf now used for entertainment to see Bulkhead watching that beat-'em-up robot movie with Miko, both of them getting into the action.

Mom and I stood next to Ratchet both of us trembling at what we might hear. Within a few seconds I felt a soft, gentle had placed on my back. Immediately I turned my head around to see Cee giving me a weak smile, her eyes staring at me probably sharing the same fear Mom and I were experiencing. I quickly turned my attention back to Ratchet who had moved to the monitor and began pulling up Medical documents that used words that were written in English however no practicing doctor could identify any of them.

"Well I guess this is a bit late, but better late than never. However as a responsible physician I have to give a medical rundown of what happened to your body two weeks ago." Ratchet began in a calm, monotone voice, releasing most of the fear I had built up. "Well first of all incase you've developed blindness your body has absorbed Energon turning you into a Cybertronian." I gave a slight chuckle as Ratchet stated the obvious. "The process of your body replacing your organic tissue with Cybertronian metal, and making you the size you are now was three days. The other four days was spent 'programing' your neural-net with your memories and basic skills like walking, talking, and everything you need to live. This also explains why you mimic the motion of human breathing. So your respiratory, digestive, neural and reproductive system are not part of your physiology"

Almost instantly Miko began laughing up a storm who must have heard Ratchet. "And what is so funny about that?" Ratchet answered to Miko's laughter obviously irritated.

"Jack lost his manhood!" The pigtailed Japanese girl started to laugh even harder at her own joke. My eyes widened in embarrassment, luckily for me the Autobots didn't seem to get the joke or see my face, neither did Raf. They just kept on staring at the convulsing teen. Agent Fowler simply hid his face in his hands shaking his head, my mom crossed her arms glaring at the pre-teen.

"Anyway, I mentioned earlier that your human heart survived, I do not know how that happened. However I do theorize that your heart was the reason you were put into Stasis lock. The heart now pumps Energon that is isolated from the rest of your circulatory system into your spark. That little bit of Energon was able to keep your spark pulsating for a short bit of time if Energon from the rest of the system failed to enter the spark. If we brought you back from the Air Force base a few minutes later," Ratchet paused for a second taking a slight breath "I doubt you would have survived." My eyes opened in horror that if I laid there any bit longer I would have died. Also I felt Arcee's hand move from my back to my right shoulder. "Well, the other thing with the Decepticon Arachnid should be self explanatory; you got stabbed in the abdomen, lost a good deal of Energon, and damage a lot of organs'." Ratchet finished his lecture with a sigh.

The group got quiet as we let the information sink in. I felt Arcee's hand massage my shoulder trying to both comfort me and reassure herself I was okay. The silence was broken with Fowler clearing his throat. Instantly I remember the look on his face when he enter the base. Again the anticipation of what was going to be said sank in.

"Jack, I know this is going to be a sensitive subject, I don't know how sensitive," Agent Fowler raised his voice trying to grab the groups attention. "We found information about your father," Again my eyes widened this time in dread. For years I have tried to forget about him, tried to remove the pain he gave me. Arcee's hand on my shoulder gave a slight squeeze. "We understand your father was Rick Darby...However recently we have discovered has changed his name." Agent Fowler gave a pause longer than the one Ratchet gave. "His name is now Silas." The room got so quiet, you could hear a pen drop. Anger and fury grew in my body as the information sank in. My mind went at a scramble as I began to go into shock. I looked abit to my right to see Arcee staring at me, giving me the most concerned look I she has given me. Her eyes seeing right through me, reading the emotions I was feeling. I looked down at my mom and saw confusion on her face, she had never heard that name before, and good thing too.

"You're telling me...the leader of MECH, the person who kidnapped Arcee, my mom and I for Arachnid's sick game, the person who has tried to kill all of you guys and use you for science projects...is my father." I growled in a low voice, only feeling hatred and anger. The pause Fowler gave me confirmed everything. Arcee brought me close wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I hid my face into her shoulder screaming out of rage, and confusion. Why would he do this to me, why did he target my family, why did he target my mom, what did I do to deserve him constantly ruin my life?

Arcee rubbed my back trying to sooth me, with no avail. "Jack it's okay... We'll get this all sorted out." Arcee repeated different lines trying to calm me down. She then brought her mouth to my ear. "I will hunt him down...Him and Airachnid will suffer." Her whispering voice suddenly going from soothing and calming to ice cold. The words that came out of her mouth didn't bring any comfort at all. Right now I didn't know what I wanted, what I needed. I just stood there screaming into her shoulder. Why did this hurt so much? Was it the fact that now I officially knew that my father hated me, didn't care that I died or even he wanted me dead?

I stopped my cries and lifted my head up from my partner's shoulder. I turned around seeing everyone's faces filled with sympathy. "I...I'm sorry..." I whispered only barely audible. "I...I'm going to go get some fresh air." Almost instantly I turned to face the tunnel that lead to the outside world. I rotated, shifted the parts on my body to form the Porsche. My rear wheels screeched as I accelerated out of the base. The blast doors opened and I was almost blinded by the Nevada sun. I felt the dirt and dust under my wheels as I drove to the road that lead to Jasper. I haven't seen the city I grew up in for more than a month now, I guess now was the time to see it again. I got on the road that lead to my home city. The Nevada desert flew by as I drove... only a little bit over the speed limit.

Seconds felt like hours as my mind constantly replayed Fowler tell us about my father, over, and over each time I grew more angry. Why did I deserve this? I always tried to be nice to people, be responsible, to be the least like my father as possible. Yet I am always cursed with him ruining my life, with him giving only me more scars over my heart.

The desert landscape was quickly replaced with small buildings, as I entered Jasper. I quickly remember how quiet the city was. Not a lot happened in Jasper, nothing seemed to change. In away, I missed that. I did sometimes miss the life I had before I met the Autobots, not because of the people who I had formed such strong friendships with but because of constantly knowing the strength and cruelty of the Decepticons, and they had their sights on Humanity.

The buildings I passed brought a sense of nostalgia, I passed K.O. drive through, I passed my high school, I drove by everything that had any sense of value to me didn't matter what kind. After a good hour or two just driving through the relatively small city of Jasper visiting and revisiting places from my childhood, I neglected to see my home, I didn't need to rekindle any unpleasant memories I had there, especially now.

The more I drove through Jasper, the more I realized it held more painful memories than I could have thought. Revisiting the good memories I had; me going to highschool, going to stores with friends, hell even working at K.O. drive through seemed to harm more than help as I realized more and more, I didn't want the life I have now. I wanted to live a regular teenage life, not be some fifteen foot tall alien robot.

I drove to the outskirts of Jasper, going to opposite direction of the Autobot base. I do remember one place I found when I ran away from home at the age of seven. Odds are people would find it strange that a seven year old would run from home, and in some respects I do agree. When my father, (or...Silas now) would come home in a drunken stupor he would yell, curse and then get to the point of beating either my mom or I...sometimes both. One day I couldn't take it I ran, I ran for god knows how long I ran. I fled to the desert ran off the road in hopes no one would find me, I approached a rock formation that appeared as nothing more, just tan colored rocks protruding from the ground from an ancient earthquake. When I got closer I noticed the thirty foot rocks curved in an almost perfect circle, with a gap that formed what looked like a bay, a bay with no water. The formation hid me from the view of the road keeping me safe from people who were looking for me. I hid in the safety of the stone's embrace cloaked from anyone looking for me. Even when my life was at it's darkest that place gave me peace, and isolation. Eventually I came out and returned home, only get get beaten and starved. I would constantly go back to cry my troubles away. There I was happy, there I was calm, there I felt like the world was made for me. It felt like that was placed there just to make life mean anything. The rocks were so beautiful, so majestic.

I drove toward my safe place, as eager as possible the sun beginning to set on the western horizon. The cool breeze of night starting to pick up and flow over my aerodynamic car body. I pulled off to the right side of the road heading straight into the heart of the desert, probably scaring the other drivers behind me. I again felt the dirt under my wheels, the grains of sand being kicked up and being tossed behind me. Shortly after turning off the road I noticed a blue sports motorcycle with a women that appeared to wear a leather jumpsuit riding the bike also pulling off the side of the road following me. Was she following me this entire time?

I entered the waterless bay, realizing I would still be able to go into my main mode and still be concealed from Humanity. Coming to that realization I stood up stretching my arms after the long drive. I looked around nothing had changed, every groove on the stone stayed the same. It would have seemed that time here had stopped and nothing ever changed. I heard Arcee's motor grow closer as she investigated me. I ignored the noise and approached the rock placing my hand on the course surface, instantly remember the quiet good times I had here. People talk about a happy place, a place they imagine that would make them calm and relaxed. I was lucky enough to have a place that was real, somewhere where I didn't have to make up. I even came here after meeting the Autobots, no doubt worrying them if I was captured by the Decepticons or not. The sound of a T-cog activating forced me to look over to Arcee who was looking intensively at me. A stale silence fell over us.

"I use to come here whenever he came home, sometimes I would ride my bike, most of the times I would run here." I told her trying to make the moment less awkward, turning toward her. "Here was the only place I could feel comfortable. Sometimes I would spend nights here and nothing bad would happen here."

"This is where you must have disappeared to, guess it makes sense." Again there was a long silence, Arcee still staring at me. "How did you even turn out to the Jack that I know?" Arcee whispered in complete awe, "You have been through so much at such a young age,but I never could have guessed that you dealt with that."

"I am who I am because I never, EVER want to be like the man who got my mom pregnant." I couldn't even call him my father anymore.

"Jack...I am so sorry... and for the record: Of what I know of that man," Arcee walked up to me and grabbed my hand, "you're nothing like him." I wrapped my arms around Cee pulling her close to me. She in return put her arms around my neck, placing her head on my shoulder. "I don't deserve someone like you." She whispered almost as if she didn't want me to hear it.

"You're the only good thing in my life Cee, I couldn't imagine not having you." I whispered in reply. A comfortable silence came between, as I held her tightly pressing her against my chest. I didn't know how to react properly to the situation, my mind was flooded with thoughts of revenge, violence and rage. Not even this place which had brought me peace, calmed me down in my time of need could bring me comfort. Hell not even Arcee could achieve such an accomplishment.

"Hey, Jack," Arcee whispered softly into my ear, "What are those?"

I turned around to what she was looking at, a bunch of shredded up paper that scattered the ground about ten feet away from us. We both approached the loosely placed paper, at this point even I didn't know what they were. Arcee bent down picking up one torn pieces and handing it to me. My body slumped at looking one of the torn photographs of a man in his late thirties, black hair. a profile similar to mine. Here I was staring at the face of my father, a man's face who I tried to forget for years. Arcee must have figured out who the man in that image was, it wasn't hard though as she placed her hand on my shoulder giving a gently squeeze. I couldn't believe how different he looked in the photos than how he looks now.

"Must have had surgery." I thought out loud putting pieces of this horrible cruel story together. I let go of the torn photo letting it fall to the ground. "Water under the bridge now."

"It's okay Jack, we are all here for you." Arcee answered back her voice sounded so caring, so kind. Her arms wrapped around my neck, our faces getting inches apart from each other. "I'm here for you...no matter what." I looked down to our feet hiding a smile of disbelief. I finally had someone who actually put me first, though she did love me even my mom put herself before me. I know it sounds selfish but my entire life I was always put on the backburner. I was someone who...I guess didn't deserved the time and attention of his peers. Now I had someone who did care enough for me that she had risked her own life to save mine...not something I'm going to forget anytime soon.

"Arcee...Arcee are you there?" Ratchet interrupted over Cee's radio.

"Yeah, I'm here Ratchet." Arcee replied very obviously annoyed and frustrated with the interruption, stepping back a couple of steps giving us a little bit of distance.

"Have you found Jack?" Ratchet, to my surprised asked. Were they calling Arcee to see if I was okay? Whenever they had radio calls they always jumped to the chase, and it was hard to believe that 'the chase' had to do with me.

"He's right here." Arcee was also surprised, raising an eyebrow.

Before Arcee could even finish, "You were told to contact us when you had found him Arcee." Ratchet howled over the radio.

The blue femme rolled her eyes getting more annoyed at the medic. "I just found him Ratchet, Is something wrong?" Arcee replied as if talking impatiently to a child.

"We need both of you to report to base immediately." There was a few second pause before Ratchet continued, "We have a situation." Arcee and I both looked at each other puzzled at what was going on. In fact every time base calls us we always get worried and puzzled.

"Be right there Ratchet." Arcee replied back ending the quick conversation. "Well you heard Ratchet, I guess we better get going." Arcee quickly turned attention back to me. "You alright?"

"Y...yeah." I lied thinking I could hide my thoughts. Arcee tilted her head to the side clearly not believing me. Not challenging me Arcee transformed into the cobalt motorcycle.

"You coming?" Arcee asked innocently. In response I also transformed into my Porsche. We both traveled back to base, speeding down the now quiet night streets of Jasper, not one police patrol in sight. Our shadows danced on the pavement as we passed street light after street light our metallic paint reflecting the buildings we passed. At night every shop closed for the night, every child put to bed. It was the one thing that never changed in my life, one thing that felt consistent.

We passed my high school, I could see the school; bully, jerk and asshole Vince breaking into the building. That was common for him to do; break into the school during the summer and mess with the teachers desk's and computer's. I was happy I didn't have to deal with him or anyone at that school anymore.

The buildings slowly began to disappear as we reentered the Nevada desert. Within minutes the road we were on ended and the plateau that hid the Autobot base started to pop up from the horizon. As the plateau got closer and closer my mind began racing for the second time today on what Ratchet wanted to call us about, hoping that the worst had passed, however it would be naive to believe it.

Arcee and I approached the side of the Plateau, the side of the rock began to split in half revealing a missile silo like tunnel that entered the Autobot base. The children and my mom were ordered to leave for the night. Bulkhead and Bumblebee must just have gotten back from dropping off Miko and Raf. Normally we were ordered to leave when there was classified information being discussed, sometimes after I came home I Arcee and the rest of the team wasn't seen or heard from for days.

How quickly did I realize that this room was intended to be a war room, everything was laid out so that the team could plan and discuss the war. The equipment (for human standards) was extremely technologically advanced with a cybertronian spin. I formed such good friendships with the Autobots this place never felt the tense and stressful feel of a military base.

Arcee and I approached the other members of Team Prime that were grouped next to the Command Center. Quickly exiting our vehicle forms Arcee and I joined the the group standing next to Bumblebee and Bulkhead. Entering the conversation just as Agent Fowler began his report that he read from a piece of paper he was holding.

"About fifteen to an half an hour ago, the military has been alerted to an occupation of a large West Coast city."

"Decepticons?" Bulkhead quickly interrupted getting his mase out expressing his the U.S. Agent.

"Unclear, we haven't received any footage, and reports do not point toward the Decepticons. The reports describe multiple machines that look like Abrams tanks attached to three mechanical legs that stand around ten to twenty feet high with a main cannon that fires a round that is described as a 'laser powered shell'. Under the machine is a minigun that that has been used to against the civilians and police." Agent Fowler took a breath has he regathered himself, he was clearly having a hard time dealing with this. "These machines are able to topple skyscrapers within a matter of seconds. They are targeting civilians, leaving no survivors or prisoners. As of right now we do not have an estimated casualty count due to the fact that very little time has passed since the start of this attack. However it is believed out of a city three point eight million people, one million have been killed. I would also guess that if these people or things are not stopped they will spread to the rest of the West Coast in a matter of months." Agent Fowler finished reading.

"Sounds almost like 'War of the Worlds'." I mumbled to myself.

"What was that Jack?" Agent Fowler asked curiously, not trying to get down my throat for interrupting but instead wondering if I had anything to bring to the table.

"It sounds like 'War of the Worlds' giant tripods destroying buildings and slaughtering people." I repeated, "This doesn't seem to be the Decepticon style, at least at this point. They have always used stealth the same way you guys do. Plus we haven't encountered a Decepticon that resembled what Agent Fowler described, at least to my knowledge." I stopped my brainstorming to giving myself a moment to recollect my thought when the most obvious question that hasn't been asked popped into my mind, "Wait, what city is this happening in?"

"L...Los Angeles" Agent Fowler answered slowly, obviously confused on why I would ask which city this invasion would be in. Something I find completely strange "Why?"

"This is sending a message to humanity. A message that whoever or whatever they are, have this technology to destroy and conquer us. I 'mean why would they attack a city of that size?" I replied giving my only logical theory I could think of. "They targeted a huge city, the entertainment capital of the world to be specific just let reveal themselves." Everyone remained quiet as my theory sank in.

"Well there is only one way to be certain to find out who is responsible for this act of terror and violence, and what is their motives." Optimus spoke up looking at everyone in the group. "We are going to need to go to this city and investigate. These might not be Decepticons but the threat seems too great and powerful for the Military to deal with."

Agent Fowler quickly began nodding in agreement. It was hard to say no to Prime in the first place, let alone when a city is under attack. "I wasn't going to ask you to go in but if you Bots are offering, I would be more than thankful if you could go in." Fowler gave a sigh of relief .

Arcee leaned toward me and began whispering to me. "I didn't know we were offering, more that we would be ordered to go in." I just replied to Arcee's comment with a smirk. I quickly noticed Fowler look at me, I could see the gears turning into his head as he kept staring at me.

"Prime" Fowler finally spoke up getting Optimus' attention, "I do have one request."

"And what would that be Agent Fowler?" Optimus asked curiously.

"I request Jack goes on this mission." My eyes widened at Fowler's request. What on Earth gave Fowler the idea that I should go into a battlefield, where there is the risk of dying when I have no military training?

"Agent Fowler..." Arcee stepped in coldly warning him, "You can't be serious."

"I am Arcee, Jack is the only one that can give Aerial support." Fowler countered elaborating on his request.

"I have never flown once, how am I suppose to help give aerial support when I am trying to figure everything out?" I asked, I would be willing to help the Bots with this. After all even though I may not be the same race as humans, I still considered them my people. After all, I do have a human heart.

"You won't need to figure it out Jack," Ratchet spoke in giving his expert advice, "When a cybertronian trans-scans a vehicle their neural net figures out how to opperate the vehicle within a matter of seconds. So all you need to do is simply transform and you will be able to fly."

"Optimus, I know Jack is a new member to the Team," I raised my eyebrow at this comment. I always saw myself and the two other children apart of Team Prime. We always tried to help the Bots against the Decepticons or whatever. "However I feel that in this situation he will be able to scout and get a sense of what is going on."

"Fowler, I appreciate the request." Optimus interpreted Fowler, I was so expecting him to shoot down Fowlers idea. "Jack might not have the experience as the rest of us but I do have faith he can handle the role."

"WHAT!?" Arcee yelled making me and everyone duck and panic for a second, "OPTIMUS YOU CAN NOT LET HIM GO!" I stared at Arcee with widened horrified eyes as she kept on screaming. "HE ALMOST DIED AT A MILITARY BASE, HE WILL DIE IN A WARZONE!"

"Arcee..." Optimus spoke softly trying to calm down the raging femme.

"No Optimus, I will not let him get hurt!" Arcee stopped yelled but her voice still sent a chill down my spine.

"Arcee, I understand and I respect if that is how you feel, but I am afraid that it is Jack's decision to make." Optimus looked over to me.

I stood there speechless trying to decide what I wanted to do. On one hand I saw Arcee's point; if I went to L.A. I there is the strong possibility I would die and I couldn't imagine what kind of pain that Cee would feel. On other hand; I could aid the Autobots with Air support, and plus my people were under attack by not just the Decepticons but now this unknown threat.

"Optimus, if there is anyway I can help, I'm willing to do it" I replied.

"Jack..." Arcee whispered to me failing at hiding the fear in her voice.

I turned my entire body to face Cee I looked into her eyes and all I saw was fear, anxiety and turmoil. Thoughts of Tailgate and Cliffjumper must have been running through her mind, fears of me sharing their fate.

"Arcee, these are my people who are getting killed out there. If these were your people wouldn't you want to defend them?" I remained eye contact proving to Arcee that she isn't going to change my mind.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that innocent civilians are dying every second we stand here, doing nothing." Fowler spoke up obviously frustrated and stressed. I turned facing the group again as Optimus began informing us on the plan.

"Sense the streets of Los Angeles are small and many, I am having only two members of the team and those two will be: Jack and Arcee." Arcee and I locked eyes for a quick second. I knew that the moment we were away from the base, oh man the lecture I was going to get. "The first thing you will do is identify and give details these war machines. Second use lethal tactics to neutralize the city so that the military and local law enforcements can begin organizing rescue parties and safety zones for evacuation."

Ratchet began entering the coordinates into the ground bridge control console. The ground bridge tunnel began coming to life, lighting up as a green portal formed inside the base. Arcee and I walked to the active ground bridge I looked over at Cee who was checking her weapons, switching between her hand cannons and wrist blades. I also took this opportunity to activate my facemask, the cyan blue HUD popped up as my body began turning on my weapon systems. When the weapon systems were turned on and ready I began activating my gatling guns on both arms. I spun the six barreled machine gun making sure they were fireable quickly retracting them to power up the missile launchers which were also ready to go.

"Ready." Both Arcee and I said in unison after our weapon checks.

"I have put you a few miles North away from where the action is, this should give you two the element of surprise." Ratchet called out before we entered the ground bridge.

"Jack." I turned around to Agent Fowler calling me, "Make these guys pay for what they've done." I nodded in response. I took a breath before Arcee and I stepped through the Vortex.

Within a matter of seconds my partner and I were standing in a deserted intersection near 101 Freeway. Surrounded by small homes and low trees of a subdivision I looked toward the large city to see buildings on fire and skyscrapers crumbling violently to the ground. Towers of smoke rose toward the sky blocking out the sun. Sense Ratchet put us far away from the city I couldn't see any of the machines that were destroying the city, but it was easy to see they were here. However in the distance I could hear their cannons fire against the buildings as explosions erupted from the city only to be followed by screaming of panicked citizens. I smelt the horrid smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh that made the air musty and uncomfortable. I gagged at the smell as I realized where it originated from. I looked on the ground as a layer of white ash began to settle on the asphalt even this far away from downtown where all the destruction happened. Nothing can prepare you for war itself, the sound, the smell, the fear. Death is ugly.

"Here is the plan Jack." Arcee finally spoke up after a minute or two of letting the horrible setting sink in. Her voice now cold and calculating, something I wasn't fully use to. "You will fly in above the building hopefully that will be out of their firing range. You will see what on Earth these things are and what they are doing. I'm going to wait here until you give the word. If I don't hear from you within an hour I'm coming to get get you." I simply reply to Arcee with a small nod staring into space, it was hard to know what was going on over there. These people didn't deserve death, not at all. Her face soften and she grabbed my hands with hers. "Jack, I know exactly how you are feeling, but I need you to pull together after all you did offer to help."

Cee was right, I did offer to help and she did need me right now. Without another thought the wings on my back unfolded, my legs and arms tucked up next to my torso as I transformed into the white F-22 Raptor with red stripes on the wings and tail fins. The thrusters that were once on my back engaged with a loud crack. I accelerated toward the flaming city. The HUD display changed to the common heads up display for airplanes, showing the altitude, speed, compass, and angle. The sound of the afterburners was unbelievable loud, the constant thrust that was produced to keep me in the air sounded like it was destroying the air around me. Feeling the wind being sliced in half by my winds as I flew at over 2,000 Kilometers per hour. Within a matter of seconds I was flying above the city skyscrapers seeing the debris that littered the streets below. Cars were abandoned and some of them only the chassis only remained. Paper flew through the air as the wind picked them up. Pieces of shattered glass, and concrete covered the roads, making them unusable. I wasn't able to see any survivors in the streets or in the buildings. Instead every other street a single tripod scanned each building looking for new victims. This pattern of, one tripod, then no hostiles repeated throughout the city. I only hope they were able to get out safely.

Quickly I got a good look at one of the war machines that were devastating the city below. The reports were right, the machine did look like a Abrams tank without the tank treads instead two legs attached to the sides of machine and one leg attached to the back. The leg structure looked like chicken's or a horse's back legs how they had the extra joint. Their feet had four claw like toes in the front and one claw on the back. Each time a leg was planted on the ground with a loud thump the five claws dug into the asphalt then retracing themselves from the ground as the leg was lifted. The machines weren't able to walk at a fast pace, however due to their size there were able to make a lot of ground. The main cannon was very much like a Abrams cannon, except the end of the barrel glowed blue. Their paint job was a solid dark grey with no decorations at all. I took a closer look to the side of a machine where I was able to see white bold marks. I was completely shocked when I saw the marks I saw were actually four letters, M.E.C.H.

"Arcee..." I got on the radio, my voice quaking barely coming out. "It's M.E.C.H." There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, I waited for a reply as I kept fly above the city watching these machines as they opened fire on more civilians and buildings, each shot making my heart sink. "Arcee?"

"Jack get back here." Her voice wrecked of fear. "Get back here now!" I complied without a complaint and began turning around, only to hear cannon fire below me. Not much to my surprise the M.E.C.H machines began opening fire, their shells exploding into blue flack under me. Each time a cannon fired I felt myself shake from the massive concussion that they produced. Thankfully Arcee was right and their weapons couldn't fire much above the skyscrapers of L.A. However the oncoming flack from the cannons inspired me to raise my altitude, just to be safe.

In less than two minutes I returned to Arcee's location having a clumsy landing as I almost plowed down a single story building. As I recovered from my embarrassing landing I heard Arcee transform from her bike form quickly walking toward me.

"Arcee to base, We have confirmation on who is responsible for this attack." Arcee talked quickly over the radio, her cyan eyes darting around as if she was looking out for something.

"Oh Lady liberty!"A very annoyed, and agitated Agent Fowler responded rudely to Arcee. "Who?! Spill it out!"

"M.E.C.H." Arcee replied, ignoring Agent Fowler's tone. There was no way to describe the tension that was felt after Arcee said that horrible name. Agent Fowler and the other Autobots remained silent, not even confirming that they heard Arcee. I had no clue why Arcee was so nervous. I had never ever seen her so up tight, during these kind of situations where our lives were in danger she as always calm and collect. This was nothing like her to be stressed.

"Arcee, it is important that you and Jack hold out until the United States Military can arrive and neutralize the city. This means weakening the M.E.C.H unit's numbers." Optimus' stern voice came from Cee's radio.

"Sir, I recommend Jack return to base." Arcee spoke quietly giving me a quick glance.

"Cee?" I whispered my voice quivering, I was hurt actually. She didn't want me to help her? She didn't want me to be with her?

"Optimus, if this is M.E.C.H odds are they know our exact location right now, they probably detected our Ground Bridge." Arcee elaborated her idea to Optimus, each word made me feel the lack of confidence she had in my ability to do this. "They began opening fire to Jack the moment they saw him because they probably read his energon signature." I guess it was easy to see the flack exploding in the sky. "If they have any doubt on if Jack is a cybertronian, all Jack has to do is fire one shot and they know who is involved."

"Hey Cee, same thing goes for you." I harshly replied. This made Arcee to lock eyes with me while giving me a stressed look.

"One moment Optimus, please." Arcee coldly said, her patience thinning.

"Why are you doing this to me Arcee?" I kept my tone, keeping the intense eye contact.

"You aren't trained to handle situations like this. You are going to get hurt and worse. I won't be put through that again, and I won't let you be put through that." Arcee mimicked my tone, staring at me with angry yet somewhat caring eyes. "Do I have to remind you what happened at the Air Force base?"

"No you don't, but god dammit Arcee do I need to remind YOU who is incharge of M.E.C.H?." Arcee's face softened, I'm not going to lie I'm surprised that saying that even worked on calming at her down. "Arcee I'm the bastard child of a murder of a million people! I need to stop them, I need to stop my father. I need to do this Arcee."

Arcee didn't respond, all she did was blankly stare at me with a shocked look on her face. We kept our eye contact, and for once in the time I have met Arcee I felt that I would win an argument with her. She always got to win the arguments when she would bring up Cliffjumper or Tailgate, telling me she didn't want me to follow their steps. After that I would eject from the conflict, but if she brings it up this time, it won't work. Now I have a personal reason to say here, one so large that her telling me she is worried about me dying it wouldn't work.

"Jack, I can't lose you. I know I keep on saying and saying it, but I really can't." Arcee finally spoke up her voice soft and weak. She lowered her eyes to stare at the ground. "But I guess I understand why you want to be here. No matter how much I don't like it, I guess you're staying." I was shocked on how quickly Arcee changed her mind. "Damnit Jack..." Arcee whispered bringing her hands to her face. "Why did I ever meet you?"

My eyes widened at her harsh words, it felt like my heart stopped and then she stabbed me in it with a knife. My mind raced with questions; What did she mean by that, did she mean it, how long has she felt this way, is this when Arcee begins to brush me aside just like everyone else I love, or did Arcee even love me? The questions I didn't need right now. All I knew is that hurt, oh god did that hurt. Arguably that hurt more than my dad refusing to take care of me. Right now I have been a sensitive mess, I had to deal the news about my father, to deal with on of my cities being destroyed and now with what Arcee said.I don't know if it was a good thing that Arcee couldn't see my face thanks to this face guard.

"Arcee, what is the situation over there?" Optimus' voice came back from Arcee's radio.

"We are about to move out Optimus, we're alright here." Arcee replied regaining her composure. She straightened up acting all casual all of a sudden, clearly not realizing I heard what she said and that I took it to heart. "Okay, I guess we are going to head downtown and see how hard it is take down one of these M.E.C.H machines." She ordered as she faced the burning city that was falling apart.

In response I transform into my car mode without a word and accelerated toward L.A. leaving Arcee behind. I wondered how I was going to travel through the city in this vehicle mode as I remember the streets being completely unusable, Arcee however won't have an issue since she picked such a maneuverable vehicle. However we successfully managed to navigate into downtown. I looked in my rearview mirrors to for me to see her following me about a few blocks behind me, quickly getting closer and closer. I didn't change my speed letting her catch up to me. The streets quickly became filled with more and more debris from the buildings that were falling apart.

Suddenly behind Arcee and I a M.E.C.H. cannon shell hit a building to our left, and exploding behind us launching Arcee into the air about six feet off the ground and lifting me off my back wheels. Arcee transformed in mid air landing on her feet. I also managed to get to my feet as I slid across the asphalt to a stop, my ears still ringing caused by the massive concussion that shook the entire city block causing loose glass panels to fall and shatter on the ground. Both Arcee and I turning our attention to M.E.C.H. war machine that was targeting us. Arcee readied her blasters taking aim at the walking tank. I just crossed my arms staring at the machine.

"Hands were I can see them Bots!" A male voice, maybe around twenty-five or thirty came from the tripod.

"Oh really?" I taunted, taking step by step closer to the asshole in that glorified piece of junk.

"Jack?!" Arcee asked under her breath, teeth clenched. I ignored her and kept walking forward.

"You think that gun could actually take one of us out? I mean it was probably made for melting steel and metal. Steel and metal used in buildings. What makes you think that that can do a scratch to us?" I bluffed hoping the pilot would explain the specs of that thing.

"We developed these Walkers based of Cybertronian technology. Energon based projectiles, with thick armor that your weapons can't penetrate. This could rip you apart with one shot." The pilot boasted about their technology not noticing how close I was getting. I was almost at arms reach to the barrel of the tank. "Now Humanity has way to fight off you alien invaders."

"We'll see about that." I whispered under my breath as I grabbed the barrel with my left hand. Before whoever was piloting that thing had time to react I snapped the mechanism that rotated the turret with a loud metallic crack. The sound of grinding gears and clanging metal could be heard inside the hull. I grabbed the barrel with both hands and bent the metal upwards removing any opportunity to fire a shot.

It would seem that M.E.C.H. designed their machines that whatever computer controlled the leg mechanics would be put inside in the turret, instead of next to the legs. As I snapped the turret almost loose from the main body the legs went completely dead. I released my grip on the barrel letting the machine fall to the ground making a loud crash when it met the concrete. I stood over the fallen invader, watching as a hatch from the top of tripod and the pilot crawled out of the cockpit. The man wore a black leather jumpsuit with a helmet the covered his face. His moans of pain and wimpish crawl made it appear that his arm was broken from the fall, that would be the least of his worries.

I stopped my foot on the ground getting his attention. He began to cower under me, he began to cry and sob nothing but gibberish. "Pathetic." I spit.

"P...P...Pl..Please..do...don't hur...hurt me!" He begged. "Y...Y...You're an Autobot...You don't hurt Humans!"

"Do you see an Autobot Insignia on me punk?" Did he think that Cybertronians were born into either Autobot or the Decepticons? I never had the chance to have my insignia welded on.

"Y...you're with her!" He pointed at Cee who was standing in complete shock her hands over her mouth just staring at me in horror.

"Where is Silas." I got straight to the point, not wanting to deal with his crap.

"I...I don't know!"

"How the hell do you not know?" I yelled at the wounded pilot.

"I never met him! I only heard him though encrypted coms." Still whimpering the pilot looked at Arcee. "D...Don't let him kill me!" By the sounds of his voice anyone could tell he was on the verge of tears.

"I won't kill you," I replied to his pleads for life. I raised my foot and stomped the walker causing some internal fires that would soon explode, killing this M.E.C.H. pilot. "but that doesn't mean I will help you." Without another word I turned away from both the man and Arcee, and began walking away.

The sounds of metallic footsteps stopping on the ground came up behind me. Figuring it was Arcee I transformed into my car mode and sped away from the man I left to die. He sounded like these machines would be used to help Humanity, yet here he was destroying decades of our culture. It sounded like M.E.C.H. was about to have Earth follow down the same path Cybertron did. A path of constant civil war, only to leave a planet dead and cold.

Arcee and I continued to drive into the downtown part of L.A. Within two minutes of leaving that M.E.C.H. pilot an explosion louder than any other M.E.C.H. weapon erupted from where last that pilot. The fire I caused must have ignited all the ammunition that the tank had onboard.

"Jack?" Arcee kindly asked, no doubt wondering why I did what I did back there.

"What?" I replied coldly still pondering, upset, I don't know at her comment about not wanting to have met me.

"I'm worried about you, everything alright?" Arcee kept her soft, caring tone. It was nice to know she at least worried about me.

"I'm fine Cee." I also kept my tone. I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to tell her how hurt I am know that my race is going down the same path theirs did. I didn't want to fully tell her how much of a monster I felt, I was a offspring of a murder of a million people.

We kept on driving for around an hour or so, every ten minutes informing base of our situation. Arcee decided not to tell Optimus of the M.E.C.H. pilot's 'mechanical failures' that cost him his life. We didn't find any more M.E.C.H. tripods, law enforcement or citizens. It felt like Arcee and I were the only ones in a city of three million. The farther we traveled downtown the worse and worse the skyscrapers were, some were tilting on others, some were completely leveled their debris scattered all over. Fires were the only thing that moved in the city, there was no paper being blown in wind. In the distance I heard the sounds of Helicopter blades cutting the air in the distance. First I thought it was the Military coming in to evacuate any remaining civilians here, if there were any. Within a few seconds I realized it was only one, single helicopter, a helicopter that I would not forget.

What was she doing here? What would Airachnid travel here? It didn't matter, I would take care of two birds with one stone. I would stop M.E.C.H. which meant ending my Father, and also have some payback against Airachnid for crippling and almost killing me two weeks ago.

Without a second thought I shifted from my Porsche to the F-22, panels and different sections from the car's body moved and shifted to unfold the wings and reveal the engines. Once I was sucessfully in the air the car was fully replaced with the jet. I quickly accelerated toward Airachnid hopefully able to intercept and surprise her.

"JACK! DON'T!" I heard Arcee scream before I rose above the buildings, again I ignored her pleas.

I flew as fast I could toward the ex-Con, wanting so bad to end her, she caused me and so many others so much pain both emotionally and physically my only desire was to hear her screams, to hear her finally beg for mercy and to deny it to her. The feeling of the wind blowing against my frame only made the desire grow, cause every second I knew I was getting closer to hearing that scream. After I rose above the ash and dust filled clouds the sun grew bright and the sky a glowing blue, today would be a good day to get revenge.

I got eyes on Airachnid in the distance about maybe one hundred miles away and began locking my missles onto her. I hope she prepares to breathe her last breath! Before I could get a target lock I saw a purple light flash from Airachnid. With no time to react I felt numb everywhere, I wasn't able to keep control of my speed or altitude and began hurtling toward the ground. I was forced against my will into my main form free fall from about 10,000 feet. The ground began getting closer and closer, it felt that falling from this height I would definitely be killed.

I was too busy looking at the ground to notice the skyscrapers as I slammed into one, completely cutting the 777 tower in half sounds of glass breaking, concrete being ripped apart, and steel being bent and snapped. I hit the ground on my back so hard that I quickly was bounced up back into the air even if it was only a few feet. Once I was finally on the ground I skid across a street my limbs tore the lower levels of buildings.

I finally came to a stop, and oh my god was everything was in pain, I couldn't move my arms, or my legs. It felt like every part of my part was about to fall apart. I looked up to the ash cloud that was covering the city, god I was such a fool thinking I could take her on. I was such a fool on thinking I could stop M.E.C.H. Oh I was complete fool to think that Arcee regretting meeting me. This time... this time I probably wasn't going to make it out alive. Arcee was right, I wasn't ready to handle this. Everything I have done has put myself but more importantly Arcee in danger. I tried to get up only to have every gear, piston and joint scream in refusal. Now, I was waiting to die. I retracted my faceguard, at this point it would be useless.

I painfully turned my head to the right grunting as my neck tight, an abandoned concrete building barely stood fifteen feet away, a hole in the lower wall facing the street. It was a small about two story building, nothing compared to the size of the once towering skyscrapers. It had a business sign above what was once the entrance door, however the words were covered in dirt and the sign ripped I wasn't able to read it. From within the hole in the wall I noticed some movement I couldn't tell what it was. It took about ten seconds before I saw a bald caucasian man around the age forty to peer his head out in the open, his face was covered with dried blood and dirt. Fear emanated from his face, his widened eyes analyzed my fallen form. His fear was completely understandable, here was a giant fifteen foot tall sentient robot that recently fell from the sky staring back at him. He conjured the bravery to come out into the open to face me, his body shaking. Following him was a blond hair woman also streaked with blood and dirt, she looked like the man's wife. Both of them were mesmerized by my presence.

"Mommy what is it?" A young female voice about the age of six or seven came from behind the older woman.

"Stay there Rebecca!" The wife ordered the child, obviously trying to protect her. Not listening to her mom the long blonde hair child ran out in front of her mother. Instantly she stopped sharing the same reaction her parents also had. I began to wonder why they weren't running away, they somehow survived the M.E.C.H. attack, for all they know I could also be plotting to kill them even though that was far away from the truth. After a few minutes of awkward silence the sound of Airachnid's Helicopter blades could be heard getting close.

"R...RUN!" I tried to yell and warn the family, but only quiet breaths escaped my mouth. The sound of a T-cog came from above me. I looked up at the source only to get a quick glance of a falling figure before I felt two tons of metal land on my stomach. I screamed in agony as my already aching gut was slammed down into the pavement by Airachnid's feet.

"Well...Well...Well. Hello there Jack." Airachnid taunted. I looked at her, her hands on her hips seductively. Her eyes gave me the most satisfied look ever, a smirk on her face make my metallic skin crawl. "I'm surprised we would be meeting again. How is Arcee? Did she get scrapped yet?"

"Fu...Scrap you!" I watched my tongue remembering there was a child nearby, but my words still filled with venom.

"Ohh Jack. Still a fighter. I'm actually happy you're still alive here." She cooed still being sickly seductive that made me feel very disturbed.

To my right I heard some footsteps running toward me and the ex-Con that pinned me down. I quickly turned my head to see the six year old run out of the destroyed building. She stared up at the black and purple towering cybertronian, her legs shaking and fist clenched. Her parents wanted to run out and grab their child, but were in more shock about the situation they were in.

"L...Leave him alone!" The child yelled at Airachnid. I was stunned at how this girl risked her life to save mine. She didn't know what I was, she didn't know anything about me.

"Awwwww, Jack look at this you have a cheerleader." Airachnid giggled at the little girl. I heard the sound of Airachnid's blaster being charged up.

"RUN!" This time I successfully yelled at the girl. The girl quickly looked at me her eyes widened. Before I could warn her again, the air shattering sound of Airachnid's blaster erupted. Within an instant the girl was gone. The flesh melted from her body the only thing remained was the girls bones that fell to the ground. Just like that...this child...this innocent child that probably had the most ambitious dreams on what to do with her life... was gone.

"REBECCA!" The older women screeched as her child was ruthlessly murdered in front of her eyes. Before she ran out to her child's remains the man grabbed her around the waist. The screams and cries filled the city block. Rage began to fester in every part of me, I switched my left hand into a missile launcher, without thinking I aimed at Airachnid's head. She counter attacked by kicking my arm to my side with a foot.

She stood on my foot and before I could scream Airachnid crushed my forearm with a metallic crunch, live Energon spewing everywhere. A bloodshot scream forced its way out of my mouth as I felt my forearm getting almost stomped in half. My vision blurred and my hearing went away as my body went into shock. I felt like another of one Airachnid's playthings. I today it felt like I hit a new kind of rock bottom. I closed my eyes leaning my head back, ready to give up on this world. Before today, I had very little regrets, the only thing I did regret is that I didn't say Arcee I loved her just one more time. I just wished I was able to see her one more time, and would it be too much to ask that if I were to die, I would want to die in her arms one of the few places I was at peace.

Suddenly I felt Airachnid grab my face and lift me up to my feet in front of her her arm went around my neck, refusing me to escape. My eyes sprung open to have them lay on Arcee. She had blasters aimed at Airachnid, which I quickly found out they were aimed at me as I realized I was a body shield. I managed to look at my damaged arm, only a few parts held my forearm together, my hand dangled freely. Arcee held a stern look on her face, I felt so bad. I was putting her in the same position I did at Nellis Air Force Base.

"Arcee, can you believed he made it!" Airachnid taunted Arcee whose facial reaction had not change. "I hope you two got to know each other, cause he's mine now. And I plan to make every second count." At hearing these words I began to thrash in her arms trying desperately to leave her grasp.

"Let him go Airachnid!" Arcee replied coldly her voice filled with authority. Her blasters still fixed on us. I winched as Airachnid tightened her grip around my neck. I wondered if Arcee was really going to shoot, or if she was just bluffing.

"Oh Arcee, what are you going to do? Shoot me? Shooting means shooting your precises Jack." Airachnid cooed as she started backing up. Right now Arcee and I were out of options, she couldn't shoot Airachnid without shooting me, and I was in too much pain to escape.

"A...Arcee, get out of here, please." I groaned hoping this time someone would listen.

"I'm not leaving without you Jack, and I will be damned to let you go with Airachnid!" I wasn't surprised by Arcee's response, and I can't say I blame her.

"Airachnid to Nemesis." Airachnid began talking to what seemed like nobody as she kept dragging me away from Arcee. I did everything I could to escape, but every movement I did was limited by the feeling of every joint in my body screaming at me. A grizzly voice came from a radio Airachnid had. "I require a bridge." The voice seemed to comply her request as a ground bridge opened behind Airachnid and I. I guess Airachnid re-joined the Decepticons when I have been out.

"JACK!" Arcee yelled and began approaching us.

"Nahahaha." Airachnid warned Arcee by bringing her free palm to the back of my head and began priming her blaster stopping Arcee in her tracks. This point fear began to appear on her face, she was going to lose me again.

"No...NO!" I yelled, praying to every god out there that Airachnid would release me, let me go and never enter my life again!

The humming of the ground bridge grew closer, and closer. Ever small step Airachnid forced me to take I felt my heart sink, more, and more. I looked Arcee, I saw the loneliness and fear all over her. The worst part about this is that I caused these emotions she was feeling. If I had stayed at base this wouldn't have happened.

"Well Arcee, this time I won't kill your partner, for once. I'm just going to have some fun with him. I might return him, I might not." Airachnid bragged, she was very proud at what she was doing. "I'll see you around. Jack...not so much."

"ARCEE! I'M SORRY!" I yelled before I was forced to enter the Decepticon ground bridge without a reply, before I entered the doorway to the end of my life. A life that gave me very little, a life that gave me so much pain, but of all the horrible things it gave me; it gave me Arcee. Knowing that she entered my life even for the small amount of time, gave me a small bit of happiness to carry to my death. "I'm so sorry."

-Authors notes-

OH NO! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE REUPLOAD! I accidently posted a older version of the story with a really confusing ending that I did as an experiment to see if it worked and it didn't, I am sorry and I hope that this ACTUAL ending is better. Forgive me for the confusion?

Well here is the end of this story, and if you are wondering why I'm ending this story it's because I'm not really ending this story arche. Jack's story WILL be continued! News will be posted in the next couple days about the continuation of this story on my Deviant Art page: DERPleader. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and keep an eye out on my Deviant Art page for news on the story! Thank you and happy reading!