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How Can I Say I'm Sorry?

A Transformers Fanfic

By
Fairlady Z

Author's Note: This story is set between TF: The Movie and Five Faces of Darkness Pt 1. It basically chronicles Rodimus's first night on the job. The main characters are Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Kup, and Alita-1, though a lot of others make cameo appearances. The "family" relationship I briefly refer to between Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen is something I hope to explore in a future fanfic. This is my first TF fanfic so please be kind. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. A big thanks to my Beta readers - Chris, Warlock, and Motor Master. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Ultra Magnus and the Chosen One

Their darkest hour had come and gone. The great threat of the chaos bringer Unicron was over. With Galvatron missing, the majority of his Decepticons had disappeared into hiding. It would be important to know just which planet they had retreated to later, but for now it was enough that they were gone. Pockets of Autobot resistance who had stayed during the Decepticon Occupation still had yet to hear that the Autobots had reclaimed the planet, but word was spreading at a rapid rate. It was hard to miss the destruction of a giant planet eater whose head still resided in orbit around one's homeworld. Many were at last claiming an end to the Cybertronian Wars. It was no wonder Transformers everywhere celebrated with a festive mood that put the Earth millennium celebrations to shame.

Rodimus had sneaked out at the first opportunity. Despite the crowds at Iacon, being the new Autobot leader meant that his presence couldn't go unnoticed for long. Ultra Magnus eventually found him in his quarters. It took three tries knocking before Rodimus even opened the door via voice command. He sat with his back to Magnus as the soldier entered, staring out the window at the stars. Ultra Magnus couldn't help but notice the resemblance the room still bore to that of a human teenager.

"What are you doing here?" Magnus asked in surprise.

"Brooding." With Hot Rod's sense of humor, Magnus didn't know if he should take the comment seriously or not.

"People are beginning to wonder where you went?"

"I gave a speech. That's what you said they wanted."

"They also want to meet you. Kup and I can only come up with so many excuses. They keep asking after the hero of the hour."

"Then they can just go on asking."

"I don't understand your attitude, running away like this. Everyone's celebrating. I thought you would be too."

"I'm happy we won. Otherwise, I just want to be left alone right now."

"Look, I don't know what's bothering you, but you have a responsibility now to those people out there -"

"My responsibility is over," Rodimus turned to face Ultra Magnus for the first time. "I destroyed Unicron! What more do they want of me?"

Ultra Magnus took a step back at Rodimus's intensity, but stood his ground. He knew that Rodimus was going to need some time to adjust to his new role as commander. Still, he at least expected Rodimus to be mature enough to do his duty. His lack of willingness to join the festivities truly puzzled Magnus, given Hot Rod's love of a good party. He'd anticipated having to pull Rodimus off the dance floor or keeping him from drinking too many radium tinted energon drinks as a subtle reminder of not engaging in conduct unbecoming a leader. He had not expected to find his new commander sulking in his quarters for some unknown reason refusing to attend at all.

"They want their new leader." Magnus felt he was stating the overly obvious.

"Then who am I to disappoint them." The change in Rodimus's tone was extremely abrupt. Ultra Magnus didn't appear to notice, taking it as a sign of his leader logically coming to his senses. As a result, Rodimus was halfway to removing the Matrix from his chest compartment before Magnus could properly register what he was doing. "I've been waiting for an opportunity to give this back to you."

"STOP! What on Cybertron are you doing!?"

"Returning the Matrix to the new Autobot leader. I thought it was best done in private."

Magnus remained barely able to speak. The magnitude of what Rodimus was implying still baffled him. "YOU are the Chosen One -," was all he could say.

" 'Who will light our darkest hour.' I know, I know. Well, I did. Unicron's dead. My job is done. Optimus Prime chose you as his successor, so it's only proper that I return this."

So that was it. Rodimus still didn't realize the full extent of his destiny. "You don't understand. You ARE the new leader. The Matrix has chosen you to be the next Prime, Rodimus."

Rodimus's expression indicated that he understood only too well. Magnus amended his previous thought. Rodimus didn't WANT to realize his destiny.

"I'm no leader! I'm barely a hero. I'd be dead at Galvatron hands right now if I hadn't had the sheer luck of being the 'Chosen One.' Prime would have said something sooner if I'd been meant to lead as well."

"Optimus had no way of knowing the truth until he became one with the Matrix himself. I was a temporary leader at best, keeping it safe until the true leader was revealed...and I couldn't even do that properly." For the first time since Junkion, Ultra Magnus had time to reflect on his failure to keep the Matrix out of Galvatron's hands. He hung his head in shame. Rodimus placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You kept the others safe even at the near cost of your own life. That's true heroism. If it's failures we're comparing, then I'm the sure winner in that department. I'm the one whose impulsive stupidity got Optimus killed in the first place! Some leader I'm going to be." Rodimus's voice sounded even more hollow than Magnus's had a few astroseconds before.

It was Magnus's turn to find some consoling words. "Megatron killed Optimus, not you. You were only trying to help. There's no way you could have known what would happen."

"With all due respect Magnus, that's a load of slag. How can I face the Autobots as their new leader without serving as a constant reminder of my mistake ever time they see me? All I can hope is that somehow Optimus forgave me."

"It's not your fault. Do you honestly think the Matrix would have allowed for your transformation if he didn't? He's a part of the Matrix now, just as it is now a part of you, Rodimus Prime."

"Either that, or the Matrix has the biggest sense of cosmic irony ever."

"I was never meant to be the next Autobot leader, but you are. Your first
test will be to decide if you accept the responsibility. It's a decision only you can make for yourself." Magnus paused just long enough to allow his words to sink in. "I'll leave you alone to resolve this, but just remember - you were chosen for a reason. The Matrix isn't prone to making mistakes."

Rodimus said nothing, lost in thought. The last thing Ultra Magnus saw as he exited was Rodimus finally closing his chest panel, locking the Matrix back safe where it belonged.

"Did you find him?" Kup asked. He'd waited until Ultra Magnus had made his way across the crowded combat gym that now served as a makeshift ballroom. Kup was waiting for him in a corner as the two tried as inconspicuously as possible to hold a private conversation.

"He's in his quarters."

"Well, where is he now? What happened?" The grizzled warrior tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. It wasn't Ultra Magnus's fault that Rodimus had strangely disappeared shortly after his inspiring speech.

"He's..." Magnus knew that Kup of all people would be very sympathetic to Rodimus's current plight. At the same time, he was loath to discuss the deeply personal problems Rodimus had confided in him, especially in such a public setting. "He needed some time alone. Recent events have taken a heavy emotional toll on him."

"They've taken their toll on all of us, Magnus m'boy."

"He's still coming to terms with all his new role as leader will entail. I think the speech made him realize what a public figure he's suddenly become. It's left him somewhat rattled and unsure of himself."

"He's a celebrity now. He'd better get used to it." A new voice, that of a green robot, joined the conversation. "Maybe he shouldn't take the job if he's going to become prone to getting stage fright."

"Springer!" The pink femme next to him chided.

"It was a joke. Rod's never been shy. It's not his style."

"We couldn't help overhearing," said Arcee. "Is Rodimus all right?"

"He'll be fine," Magnus assured them. I hope. "He just has a lot on his mind. As our new commander, he just has more important things to worry about than attending trivial festivities."

"Just because you've never seen the point of a good old fashioned celebration Magnus, doesn't mean that Rod doesn't. Unless it's something earth-shatteringly serious, he'd be here."

Ultra Magnus shot Springer a hard look.

"Maybe I should go talk to him?" Kup volunteered.

"He told me that he simply needs some time alone," Ultra Magnus still uncomfortably covered. "He had some personal business to attend to, that's all."

Great! Magus thought. The first day on the job and Rodimus has already got me lying for him just like those Earth politicians. Or, said another voice in his head, you could tell them the truth. Not yet, said the first voice, Rodimus will come to his senses. No need to worry them...yet.

"The natives are already getting restless. He's got one hour to deal with whatever his problem is." Springer's tone implied that Magnus wasn't fooling him at least. "Then I'm going to personally go get him, even if I have to haul him back here by his bumper."

Springer's comment only received reproving looks from all three of his comrades, particularly Arcee. Still, Magnus didn't doubt that the triple changer would be true to his word, minus the very last bit. Springer was an Autobot of all attitude, never hesitating to give an blunt opinion on anything. Some saw it as refreshing honesty. Ultra Magnus often regarded it as a simple lack of tact. Then as quickly as he'd entered the conversation, Springer became engaged in another with Trailbreaker and Hound. Arcee, who seemed to have believed Ultra Magnus's assurance for the moment, joined them. All four left for the courtyard mentioning something about games. Kup stayed, noting the City Commander's worried body language, even if his face remained neutral.

"It's something serious, isn't it," Kup said as a statement of fact.

"I'll let you know in one hour," Magnus curtly departed.

For the next hour, Ultra Magnus observed the festivities. The "ballroom" was hardly the only place that housed the party. All of Iacon seemed packed wall to wall with Autobots. The place was still a dump thanks to the Deception Occupation, but no one seemed to care tonight. Though his audience had been relatively small, thanks to Blaster, Rodimus's speech had been broadcast planet-wide. A war had ended. A new hope was dawning. Even Magnus found it hard not to be caught up in the spirit of it all. Springer was right, Ultra Magnus wasn't much of a "party person," but only because his duties as Autobot City Commander often keep him from participating. He'd never been much of an extroverted mingler either. Most parties with their endless gossip and petty drunkenness simply bored him. Still, if an occasion ever marked a cause for true revelry, Magnus often truly enjoyed himself. It was hard making others aware of such feelings though.

He found himself wandering into the courtyard where a group of Autobots, most already half-drunk, challenged each other in a game of Metashift. Play basically constituted seeing which Cybertronian could change to his alternate mode the fastest, often while performing the most elaborate transformation sequence possible. Contrary to many humans' beliefs, transformations didn't just occur one singular way. "Arm A" didn't always have to fit into "Slot B." True transformation was an art form as any old timer would tell you back in the days when Cybertronians had required intense discipline and concentration in order to transform. It had something to do with the way the Cybertronian race had a special link to subspace. Magnus didn't profess to understand the science of it. These days the art had all but died out since one only required the simplest of trained instincts to activate one's basic transformation. Metashift served as small reminder of this near forgotten piece of Cybertron's past.

In an incredibly foolish effort, Sideswipe currently tried to out-do Springer. Magnus could help but watch and smile as Springer boastfully admitted to the advantages of being a triple changer after the round ended all too soon. At least Sideswipe hadn't gotten stuck in mid-transformation like he occasionally did when playing, about which Ratchet had often chided him. Even while getting plastered, no one in the group appeared stupid enough to take on Blurr who paced back and forth nearly unrecognizable and yelling something about how it wasn't his fault that no one could appreciate his extremely aesthetic transformations when he played at his top speed. At least, it's what Magnus thought Blurr had said if he'd deduced any of the lightning-fast rant correctly. The recent thought of Ratchet still lingered in Magnus's central processor. He would have loved this. The Chief Medical Officer, with a wisecracking mouth to rival Springer's, had always lived for a good party. Ultra Magnus sadly reflected on how Ratchet had been among the many who had not lived to see it by such as short amount of time.

Ultra Magnus moved on in his rounds as the thought of fallen warriors and sorrow amidst celebration quickly brought his musing back to Rodimus. Would he be able to accept the burden of leadership? True, he had been chosen and acquitted himself phenomenally so far in his ability to take change of the Unicron situation. Even before the Matrix had official bestowed its power on him, all the signs had been there if anyone bothering to notice the mature undercurrent in the voice of the young hothead, his befriending of the Junkions being a Prime example. Magnus smiled inwardly at his sudden bad pun. Had Rodimus really meant what he said about wanting to return the Matrix to him, or was it just a bad attack of self-doubt? He'd seemed so confidant and alive giving that speech. Anyone could see in that moment that he was born to lead. Why couldn't Rodimus see it as well? It must simply be fear. Fear of responsibility. Fear of failure. Ultra Magnus could relate to that. He'd always seen himself as a follower not a leader, no matter what anyone else said. Junkion had proved that. Both Magnus and Rodimus felt a deep sense of guilt about Optimus Prime. You feel guilty, Rodimus, because you think yourself unworthy to be the Chosen One. I am guilty because for a brief moment I thought I was worthy enough to be the Chosen One. So don't try to tell me which one of us is the bigger failure. I only hope you realize the truth of your destiny and soon.

Ultra Magnus's internal chronometer told him an hour had nearly passed since talking to Kup and Springer. He found himself appropriately back in the "ballroom" where Autobots currently danced to the music offered in the horrifying form of Junkion karaoke, the songs irritatingly consisting too much Earth rock and roll. Then with Blaster and Jazz playing DJs for Wreck-Gar's crew, it was hardly surprising. Magnus could never see the appeal of such music himself, favoring the sweet sounds of Cybertronian classical ballads. To make matters worse the current singers were the Dinobots performing an off-key mutilated chorus sounding of "Me Will Rock You" by a band Jazz identified as Queen once the song mercifully came to an end. Grimlock's immediate response to which was "Me Grimlock better than Queen, me king." After the Junkions managed to clear the Dinobots off the stage, Jazz proceeded to announce the next singer whose act, much to Magnus's surprise, proved to be even more amazing.

"Um, thank you Dinos. Let's give them a hand," said Jazz. Polite clapping followed. "Now we have a special treat for all you cool cats out there. Our next performer is sure to dazzle you. He's the bot you've all been asking after. The hero of the hour and the Autobots own new leader. Let's give it up for - Rodimus Prime!"

Magnus could do little more than watch speechless as Rodimus dove into a stunning rendition of "I Can't Drive 55." His performance truly captivated the audience - energy, pathos, charisma, Rodimus had it all. The audience watched him in awe of their new leader's stage presence. Rodimus in turn gave his all, truly enjoying himself. There remained no trance of the insecure youth Magnus had talked to just a scant hour before. The change was startling to say the least. As Rodimus finished, the entire room let out a deafening cheer. Only once it finally died down and Rodimus had exited the stage did Magnus find his voice again.

"Rodimus could I have a word with you?" Magnus's voice held a sternness of a grade school principal. Very nonchalantly Rodimus fought through the crowd with Ultra Magnus to a corner of the room. "From Jazz's introduction, I take it you're made your decision?" Magnus knew he should be more sympathetic, but the shock of Rodimus showing up like this and the near impossibility of holding a meaning conversation in such a crowded room didn't put him in a good mood.

"How often does a person get to simply revel in being a heroic persona. I've dreamed of this all my life. So I figure that I enjoy myself tonight for all it's worth and resign first thing in the morning." Again that indeterminable sense of humor. Magnus shot Rodimus an expression fit to kill. Rodimus then answered him briefly in a low voice with all seriousness. "You said it yourself, I was chosen. I still don't know if I can do this, but I'd never forgive myself if I quit before I even tried."

For an astrosecond Rodimus and Magnus's optics shared a deep understanding. Magnus still wanted answers, but his new leader's response was enough to satisfy him for the moment. It was just as well that this private exchange ended just then as Kup joined them.

"That was quite a performance lad. Especially after that disappearing trick you pulled. I was beginning to worry."

"I appreciate the concern Kup, but I had a few thing to work out privately."

"If you ever want to discuss it."

"I know. Thank you, Kup."

"Well, you certainly know already how to command an audience's attention."

"If you thought that was something I'm just getting warmed up."

Magnus cleared his throat loudly. "Since you've decided to accept your leadership responsibility, I feel compelled to point out that there are things that are no longer appropriate for - "

Rodimus wasn't listening though as a voice across the room interrupted him.

"Rod! So I didn't just imagine that voice."

"Springer!"

The green Transformer, along with Arcee, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe cut across the dance floor to join their leader.

"So you finally decided to show."

"And how!" added Sideswipe. "We only caught the tail end of it, but that sounded great."

"Sorry I missed it." Springer said. "But it's a good thing you're here. Another minute and I was coming to get you and believe me your entrance under those circumstances would not have been nearly as dignified."

"If karaoke can be considered dignified," Magnus half muttered under his breath.

"Don't listen to him," Arcee cut in over the last comment. "Springer was so busy beating everybody at Metashift he completely forget his silly threat."

"What threat?" Rodimus asked at the same time Sunstreaker inquired. "Where were you, Commander?"

"I never forget my 'threats' Arcee," Springer countered. And before anyone could answer Sunstreaker's innocent but dreaded question, he added, "The Commander just needed a breather from all the excitement. Right Rod?"

"Right," Rodimus echoed as reassuringly as possible while wondering exactly how much Springer knew about the true reasons for his departure. He couldn't help but look at the green robot a little accusingly.

"We were hoping you might join us in a game." Springer changed the subject confident he had made his point.

"Hoping to see how fancily I can transform and show off my new auto-mode, huh?" Rodimus let out a laugh.

"Let's have one more game" Sideswipe chimed in eagerly.

"Haven't you lost enough already tonight?" Sunstreaker asked his brother. "I don't know why you even bother playing."

"And I don't know why you never bother joining in. Metashift not 'stylish' enough for your taste? Afraid you'll forget where everything goes?"

"You seen to be the one with that problem. What made you think your head could possibly fit that way, anyway?"

Rodimus, Magnus, and Kup observed the twins conversation curiously. Rodimus was about to ask what they were talking about when Springer whispered to them, suppressing a grin. "It would only get them started all over again. It's the kind of thing you really had to be there for." Then much louder he said. "Actually we're starting a game of basketball out in the courtyard."

"Sure," Rodimus said a little to quickly. "Kup?"

"I'm too old for such games. Have fun, lad," he said to Rodimus before the young Autobot leader saw the old veteran disappear into the crowd.

"Magnus?"

"No thank you." He turned to Rodimus. "And as leader you should be promoting a more stately image of - "

"It just a few games. C'mon this is a celebration."

"Need I remind you, you weren't feeling so celebratory an hour ago? "

"I haven't forgotten."

"You have to start acting with more responsibly. I must insist that you refrain from participating in such violent Earth pastimes."

"It never stopped Optimus Prime from joining in," Sideswipe suddenly remarked.

Ultra Magnus gave the red robot an incomprehensible look as if he'd just been told that Megatron was a closet Elvis impersonator. While there were many things Magnus admired about human culture, he'd never been much into sports. When one lived with war day in and day out the concept of "fighting for fun" seemed strange and alien and the humans seemed a little too obsessed with it. Given the sad history of Cybertron's own gladiatorial games, Magnus thought most physical competitions were pointless unless they were part of a training exercise.

"You mean he actually…"

"…found the time to participate in 'violent Earth pastimes.' Apparently so." Rodimus completed for him before Springer could beat him to the punch. Rodimus though was almost as surprised as Magnus to find out that the great and mighty Optimus had actually engaged in this particular aspect of human culture.

"Are you kidding?" Sideswipe continued. "Any shot behind the three point line and you knew there was no chance of stopping it. Of course, it's been a long time since we had a chance to play what with the Decepticon Occupation and all. Slaggin' war. I'm glad it's finally over."

"Who ever said it was?" Magnus responded ominously.

"Of course it's over!" Springer countered. "Oh sure, the 'Cons still hold a few provinces and a handful of them hightailed it after Rod threw Galvatron into the next galaxy, but that's just cleaning up the leftovers. We won Maggie!" Then seeing Ultra Magnus's non-amused look he turned to Rodimus. "Can't you order him to relax for once?"

"Ultra Magnus," said Rodimus Prime. "As your new leader, I order you to relax and enjoy yourself." Springer smiled like a fictional Earth feline. Still, Rodimus knew that Magnus was right. Despite everything, the fighting wasn't over yet. Call it instinct or a special intuition from the Matrix, but the pendulum of fate had only swung back in their favor again. "We'll have plenty enough to worry about in the days to come. For now, let's play basketball!"

Before Ultra Magnus could say another word, Springer, Arcee, Sideswipe, and Rodimus were running like children through the gaps in the crowd. Sunstreaker and Ultra Magnus let out sighs at the same time. The yellow robot turned to the City Commander.

"What the heck. I can always get a new paint job tomorrow. Its not every day we win a war. YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN SIDESWIPE!" he shouted then rushed after them.

Ultra Magnus followed as well at a more leisurely pace. He didn't want to play, but he had been ordered to relax. Watching the game would allow him to pass the time and keep an eye on Rodimus so he didn't do anything too unbecoming a leader. He wasn't trying to stop his new leader from having a good time, no matter what the others thought. They hadn't talked to Rodimus an hour ago in his quarters. Mental note he told himself, Rodimus would need new quarters, something more fortified. Optimus's old ones would do nicely. No, Magnus was worried that Rodimus was trying to deal with his fear and pain by going to the opposite extreme and being the party hard kid he had always been. Rodimus was going to have to find a new balance within himself. Magnus would help all he could, but in the end it was something the new leader of the Autobots could only do alone.

Ultra Magnus need not worry about missing the start of the game. On his way to the courtyard, Rodimus took the time to talk with several Autobots who wanted to meet and congratulate their new leader for his heroism against Unicron. Rodimus politely chatted with them all. Most he already knew to some extent, but to be introduced to them now as their new commander, many of whom had outranked him before, was quite disconcerting. The respect he received due to his new title filled him with certain awe as well as those unworthy feeling again. If only they knew, he thought. How can I possibly live up to their expectations?

However, Rodimus did his best to put aside personal feelings and wear a happy front for the troops. By the time Rodimus did make it to the courtyard, he found himself the last to arrive. Makeshift hoops had already been made, empty fuel barrels with the bottoms lasered out had been welded to some support beams from the wreckage of the base. Sunstreaker's team was already assembled - Tracks, Mirage, Trailbreaker, and Cliffjumper.

"You really think that your team of pretty boys can beat us?" Sideswipe challenged, still ready to get back at his brother for their earlier argument.

"Who are you callin' a 'pretty boy'?" Cliffjumper counted with a clenched fist.

"Frankly, I'm tempted to take it as a complement. Being on such a 'classy'
team must make me one of 'the beautiful people' too," Trailbreaker laughed.

"Class isn't just something one is born with TB, though it certainly helps. It's an art and right now we're about to undergo the art of outclassing you!" Tracks pointed at Sideswipe.

"Yeah, but can you out-play us or are you going to go crying to the medi-bay after your first scratch?"

"If I were you bro, I'd worry more about finding your last player unless you plan to forefeit," Sunstreaker enlightened Sideswipe with a smile.

Rodimus turned to Springer with an amused look. "It appears you've started the fun without me."

"Almost. What took you so long? I thought you were right behind us."

"I was. My new job has made me more popular than I realized," Rodimus admitted awkwardly.

"Do I detect a note of unenthusiasm? I thought you were the kind of guy who enjoyed being the center of attention."

"Everyone keeps thanking me for destroying 'the greatest menace the universe has ever faced.' "

"Such modesty. Being a hero is a real drag."

Rodimus balled a fist at Springer's sarcasm. He knew his friend was simply trying to keep things light for his benefit, but sometimes he just went too far. Why didn't any of them understand?

"That should have been Optimus, not me."

"Hey," Springer's demeanor immediately shifted gears as his friend's pain sunk in. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "We all do stupid things, but if you think your to blame for- "

"I've already been through this with Magnus, Springer. I don't need your pity!" Rodimus hissed.

Rodimus kept his voice low to avoid the others hearing. Fortunately, they were so busy yelling how badly they were going to beat each other that no one, not even Arcee, noticed. Rodimus would have hated for her of all people to see him this way. He considered forcibly striking away Springer's comforting hand, but that would be pointless and only attract attention. Besides Springer was not to blame for his own guilt and feelings of inadequacy. Rodimus could also see Ultra Magnus out of the corner of his optic looking his way in concern. A leader doesn't lose their temper like this. He could hear the lecture already. Stop that! He only wants to help, the voice of inner reason countered…and lost. No, it was the look in Springer's optics that kept Rodimus from any further outburst. Those blue orbs had held a brief glimpse of fear. It was not fear of him, Rodimus reflected, but fear for him. Springer was his best friend and was truly concerned about all the changes Hot Rod had gone through in such as short amount of time.

"Commander?"

The word cut through Rodimus's silent flood of emotion and the din of the others' arguing. It took Rodimus a few seconds to register that the voice was referring to him. The vocal unit belonged to a red and blue robot with a large number 38 on his chest.

"Duty calls," the Autobot leader announced, apologizing to Springer in more ways than one. Springer accepted it, but his countenance assured that this conversation was far from over. "How may I help you Smokescreen?"

"Well, from what I've heard your team is still in need of a player and - "

"You're certainly welcome to join us." Rodimus cast a glance to Springer for approval. He nodded.

"Actually, I was thinking of my cousin. His speed would be a better asset to your team and he could use the distraction more than I."

Even though they didn't know Smokescreen very well, Rodimus and Springer understood the more subtle meaning of his words. Bluestreak sat near Ultra Magnus with a rather distant expression.

"I understand. Allow me to extend my condolences to both of you on Prowl's loss."

"Thank you, Commander, but it's not just my brother. Ironhide was a mentor to Bluestreak after my cousin became the lone survivor of his hometown. Having lost two of the remaining people he was close to, not to mention all the others who fell in battle, including Optimus I...I'm worried about him."

"With good reason, Smokescreen. We're all feeling immense loss over our fallen comrades and leader. I'll have a word with him."

Rodimus hoped he sounded authoritative enough. He didn't know how to deal with his own pain, let alone how to comfort others - another part of being a leader. He'd also had no idea about what Smokescreen had told him of Bluestreak's past. No doubt Smokescreen was trying to make his new leader aware of facts he may not know. Rodimus took it as a reminder that a reading of all Autobot confidential files was a very high priority on his "to do" list.

"I'd appreciate it, Commander."

"Rodimus" he corrected. "I'm still new at this and I'm not much for formality."

"Rodimus it is then."

Smokescreen smiled and Rodimus felt more at ease than he had most of the evening thanks to this simple accommodation. Bluestreak was still distant when Rodimus and his cousin arrived, jumping at the sound of their voices.

"Hey, Streak. Rodimus wants you to be on his team."

"What?" the gray robot answered, trying to hide that he'd been startled. He regarded the offer and Rodimus with certain awe while looking at Smokescreen with certain suspicion. "Why would you want me?"

"Smokescreen said you were fast. We could use a good player."

"It beats staring into space and sulking in your own private world," Smokescreen chided.

"Maybe I go there because reality sucks! The war sucks! Decepticons suck! And my friends don't die there!" Bluesteak answered accusingly.

"Any chance I can join you?" The words were out of Rodimus's mouth before he could stop them. For a second, he thought Bluestreak would take his comment the wrong way and become even angrier. Again, Rodimus forgot the weight his new position carried.

"Commander, I apologize for my outburst. I'm sorry. When I get upset I have a tendency to mouth off like that, or "space out," or babble. I usually do one or the other or all three, but not at the same time of course. I mean, I…what with Prowl and Ironhide and…"

"It's all right Bluestreak." Rodimus held up a hand to silence the nervous warrior. "We've all lost friends, but you and Smokescreen have lost family. Still, I want you to know that you are not alone in your grief. I speak from my own recent experience. Prowl and Ironhide died heroes. They're one with the Matrix now, I know it." Rodimus saw Bluestreak smile a little at the thought. "If there's anything I or anyone else can do to help, don't hesitate to ask. Perhaps the two of you would care to deliver the eulogy for Prowl at the funeral?"

"Thank you. I think I'd like that, Commander. Smokescreen?"

Bluestreak's cousin simply nodded in agreement and Rodimus knew he had said the right thing. If only he could follow his own advice.

"Now how about that basketball game?" Rodimus asked.

Bluestreak's only response was to stand and run onto the court. Rodimus followed after catching a grin from Smokescreen. He missed the approving look Ultra Magnus also had on his face from not too far away. Team positions were chosen quickly with Arcee, Bluestreak, Cliffjumper and Mirage as guards, Springer, Sideswipe, Tracks, and Sunstreaker as forwards, and Rodimus and Trailbreaker as centers. Man-to-man became the decided defense.

Bluestreak ran rings around nearly everybody. Sideswipe's speed on the court was also an asset, but the number of fouls he caused, particularly when the ball was in Sunstreaker's possession, had his teammates complaining and his brother smirking that he was giving away free points.

Cliffjumper's small size allowed him to get deep into the other team's territory before anyone knew it. However, his shots were often blocked, causing him to grumble and pass to a teammate more often than he liked. Rodimus proved a constant challenge for Trailbreaker to defend against. His lack of speed was something of a hindrance, but his sheer bulk helped make up for it. Plus, Trailbreaker was arguably having the most fun of any of them. Springer and Tracks had gotten into the habit of exchanging witty insults as badly as the twins. Finally, Mirage and Arcee seemed to be the only ones who hadn't let the game become a mini battle of machoism.

After a while, Arcee decided to sit out a game, allowing Smokescreen to take her place on Rodmus's team. Bluestreak was glad for the chance to play alongside his cousin. Sunstreaker's team was currently ahead. The substitution had Sideswipe shouting again that the other team was in trouble now. It wasn't until Rodimus's team was down by ten points, however, that the trouble really started.

Smokescreen decided to be the first to become more creative in his playing. In other words, he decided to cheat using his special skills. As Cliffjumper once again dribbled to the basket, Smokescreen let loose with a cloud of gray smog. Bluestreak, who had sensed what his cousin was up to, utilized his speed to steal the ball from the confused minibot. Amidst the smoke though, Bluestreak found it hard to see the basket. His shot rebounded. Through the gaps in the smoke, it appeared as if the ball was bouncing freely out of everyone grasp as they all made a scramble for it, until they realized the ball's pattern was to steady. It had to be Mirage!

"That was a low trick for a losing team to employ. Fortunately, you're not the only ones who can be sneaky, " Mirage said. He then scored a basket impossible to prevent, before becoming visible again.

After that, the game turned into unofficially agreed upon chaos of "no powers barred." Springer took to the air, transformed to helicopter mode, and cleared the smoke away. Things continued normally for a while until Sideswipe tackled Tracks football style out of desperation. As Tracks took his foul shots, one rebounded. Springer caught it and rushed to the other basket. He looked back with a smug grin only to be caught with an eyeful of darkness from Tracks's gun. While Tracks's team laughed though, Springer
managed an awkward pass to Rodimus who then scored. And so the game continued for quite a while.

One of the more interesting incidents involved Trailbreaker using his forcefield to repel all the other team's baskets for short time. No one could see a solution until Acree, back in the game, shot from behind the hoop and backboard scoring mostly by sheer luck. Trailbreaker's teammates argued that she had shot from out of bounds, but Arcee's teammates countered that Trrailbreaker's forcefield took the use of special power too far for anyone to have any fun. Trailbreaker, being the easygoing guy he was, relented.

After another rather tame period, play ended abruptly. Cliffjumper, angry at Sideswipe, who had managed to gain the ball by fair means for once, whipped out his gun from subspace and shot the ball with his glass gas. The ball promptly shattered on its next bounce. Yet, instead of another round of arguing, everyone was tired enough to call it quits. All agreed that the unorthodox game had been the best fun many of them had shared in a long time. Even Sunstreaker and Sideswipe put aside their squabbling to congratulate each other. Bluestreak and Smokescreen also looked in much better spirits than when play had begun. The craziness had been just what they had required to forget their troubles for a while.

"I needed that," Rodimus admitted to Ultra Magnus. Magnus had watched them play with genuine interest and a touch of horror at the ensuing chaos.

"Perhaps such pastimes do have their uses after all," Ultra Magnus admitted casually.

"You really should join us next time."

"I'll take it under consideration." This time it was Rodimus's turn to wonder if his friend was serious or not about something. "As long as you don't order me to participate."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Rodimus couldn't help but smile. He felt good. The game had allowed him to relieve some much needed stress. He still felt far from comfortable with his new job, but his confidence was returning. He remembered his determination when he'd destroyed Unicron. He recalled the exhilaration when he knew they had won and the joy when he'd announced to the planet that it was over and the Autobots were now free again. Maybe he could do this after all, especially with friends like Ultra Magnus, Springer, Arcee, Kup, and many more supporting him. No, he would do it! I was chosen to do this and I will not quit now! Rodimus was going to find some way to let Magnus know - let them all know - that he was serious about fulfilling his responsibilities as the next Autobot leader. As he headed with his friends back to the "ballroom" that remained the central hub of celebrating, an idea struck him.

"Anyone for another song?'" Rodimus glanced casting a look to where the karaoke was still going on, but had currently paused to allow for some Cybertronian techno to blare from the speakers. Anticipating Ultra Magnus's reaction he added, "You'll like this one, trust me."

Rodimus was already on the stage again before Magnus could say another word. He really hasn't changed that much at all Magnus thought with a combined feeling of amusement and dread. Therefore Rodimus surprised his friend yet again when this time he sang without the aid of a viewscreen a stirring Autobot war ballad of a soldier who still believed in the chance for peace despite all the violence he had seen and the friends he had lost. It was untranslatable into any Earthern tongue and Rodimus sang it well. He had a truly handsome singing voice, a side effect of his Matrix transformation that had gifted Rodimus with a deeper, more resonant voice to aid in his public speaking ability and command the attention of the entire Autobot army. It worked. Not a single Autobot in the room could help being moved. If the previous song represented Hot Rod the impetuous rebel, this one represented Rodimus Prime the Matrix's favored son. Ultra Magnus smiled with his comfortable recognition of the all too familiar words and melody. This time after the song, a reflective silence followed, but Rodimus didn't allow it to last as he addressed the crowd.

"My fellow Autobots, I'm glad to see so many of you here. We have fought a long and hard battle to stand where we are today. We have faced an enemy bent on no less than the total annihilation of our planet and survived. We have liberated our home from the Decepticons in the name of justice and freedom. We have won! The cost, however, has been high. And we will never forget the comrades who gave their lives to preserve what they believed in. We especially remember our leader, Optimus Prime, a greater warrior and a greater friend has yet to live among us! A important chapter in the history of our world had ended. The Great War is over! But new struggles and adventures await us. We have already formed a lasting friendship with the people of Earth. Let us expand that relationship, not only with them, but also with the many other worlds of the galactic community, for we have much to mutually offer! Cybertron is in the midst of great change. We live in an exciting time. The future can be frightening, but I am confident with the lasting hope and courage that has served us so far, we will continue to forge a legacy our descendants will be proud of! But the future can wait until tomorrow morning. For now, let's party and enjoy the celebration, because- BOY, HAVE WE EARNED IT!"

The crowd of Autobots let out a deafening cheer. Jazz and Blaster turned on the music again at a volume that seemed twice as loud as before. As Rodimus exited the stage he found Ultra Magus, Springer, Arcee, and Kup waiting for him.

"Now that's what I call a speech. You definitely have a gift for it, lad," Kup said admirably.

"The song was beautiful Rodimus." It was clear from Arcee's face that she'd been crying. Rodimus thanked her gently.

"I personally would have preferred more Sammy Hagar, but I've got to say that was pretty impressive," Spinger admitted.

"I'll spilt the difference next time and do 'The Ballad of the Green Berets.' Would that satisfy you?"

"Please Rodi, the crowd really likes you now. There's no need to risk alienating them for life."

"Good point. But I expect to hear you sing before the night is out."

"Sure. Care to join me?"

"Sorry, but I only make a fool of myself solo."

"Suit yourself. How about it Arcee?"

"I couldn't!" Arcee inwardly blushed at the sudden invitation. "I mean I…alright, but we had better do it quickly before I change my mind."

"We'll be on right after the end of the dance set. C'mon!"

Springer led Arcee to the other side of the stage to select their song. Rodimus watched them go with a smile. When he glanced back at Ultra Magnus, he caught the City Commander looking at him in serious admiration.

"That was a speech worthy of the Chosen One. You were right. I did enjoy it. 'The Life-Song of Mecha Quatorus.' It's my favorite. How did you know?"

"Believe it or not, I'm not as ignorant of classical music as you might think. Besides you have a habit of humming it when you think no one else is around."

Magnus looked slightly embarrassed at his secret revealed. "Well, you sing it very well. It's been vorns since I heard someone sing it live."

"Same here," Kup echoed. "I remember when Audio-bot and his Broadcast Blues Band used to perform that one and all the classics."

"Audio-bot?" Rodimus winced at the horribly bad pun for an Autobot musical group. "That's awful! You can't be serious."

"Laugh all you want, but they were the hottest thing around back then. They came from a time when people knew how to make good music. The BBB used to tour the entire province and entertain the troops before Warlord Trannis tried to capture the capital. Iacon was a place of real splendor back then," Kup reflected, lost in the memory of his younger days.

"Iacon will be like that again, Kup. You'll see."

"With you in charge, lad. I have no doubt off it."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. You too Ultra Magnus. It really means a lot to me. I won't let you down." I won't let any of you down ever again, Rodimus silently vowed to all the Autobots as he surveyed the many happy faces around the room. Especially you, Optimus. I'll make you proud. I swear! Rodimus, Kup, and Ultra Magnus listened as the techno beat abruptly ended.

Jazz introduced Springer and Arcee who performed an energetic rendition of " Paradise by the Dashboard Light." Arcee appeared extremely nervous at first. Unlike Springer or Rodimus she was not used to being in front of an audience. She didn't have a fear of public speaking, but she got anxious when persuaded to perform under more theatrical circumstances. By the time it came her turn to sing, however, she did fine.

Rodimus wasn't paying attention to her voice though as he admired her attractive frame under the
neon lights. She was beautiful. Hot Rod had made no secret of the fact that he liked her. Much to his surprise, the affection had been reciprocated. They had dated a little, but had mostly stuck to group outings. He'd wanted to take their relationship further, but was that even possible now that he was Autobot leader? It was well-known gossip that Optimus Prime and Alita-1 had been lovers. Yet, few could confirm it.

Rodimus remembered the first time he'd ever seen Alita. Hot Rod had just finished a drive through the country with Daniel. The Earth child had gotten curious as they passed the conference room. He was interested in what Optimus and the other high-ranking Autobots talked about in their top secret meetings. Hot Rod had told Daniel it wasn't their place to eavesdrop and sent the kid happily on his way. Soon after Daniel left, however, curiosity got the better of the cavalier.

Alita and the femmes had been of a rare visit to Earth to discuss what to do about the Decepticon Occupation that threatened to spread over all of Cybertron. Hot Rod had never even seen what Alita looked like in person and the temptation of playing spy proved to be too much. He typed in the door code that he'd seen Kup use many times and hoped that everyone would be too busy in the inner conference chamber to notice him sneak into the outer one.

Optimus, Alita, and many others were busily engaged in their holographic tactical display. Hot Rod caught his first sight of Alita and stood entranced by the female warrior. Unfortunately, Ultra Magnus took that moment to pace the room close to the outer chamber. His eyes fell on Hot Rod. After quickly excusing himself by saying he needed an energon break he angrily led the youth out of the conference rooms and proceeded to give Hot Rod the lecture of his life. Hot Rod had spent the next two months on heavy construction detail for Autobot City as punishment. Kup immediately changed all the door security codes, a job that took him an entire week, and had proceeded to chew out the flame-colored Autobot as well. The one consolation about the entire affair was that only Kup and Ultra Magnus knew what he'd done. Optimus, Alita, Prowl, and the others were apparently unaware that Hot Rod had ever been there. So much for small mercies.

It was just as well that his first meeting with Alita hadn't occurred in the conference room that day. As Rodimus recalled from his brief glimpse of her, Optimus's girlfriend was everything he'd heard and more. At best though, Optimus and Alita's relationship had been a long distance one, with only a few stolen moments to share. Duty had always come first for them and now it would have to for Rodimus as well. Could he ask Arcee to make that kind of sacrifice? Could he make that kind of sacrifice? Did she even care enough about him that she would want to? Arcee and Springer were very close friends long before he'd ever met them. His new job might cause her to choose Springer instead. With a sigh, Rodimus resolved that if Arcee did want Springer he wasn't going to stand in their way.

Rodimus's musings were broken by the sound of clapping. He quickly joined in fast enough for no one to notice his mind had been wandering, adding a loud whistle to let his friends know he appreciated their performance. After giving his personal congratulations on a song well sung, Springer extended an invitation for Rodimus to join him in a few drinks. To Springer's slight disappointment and Magnus's relief, he refused. Hot Rod would have liked nothing better, but as Rodimus it just wouldn't do to get drunk his first night on the job as Autobot commander. He still had rounds to make and people to meet. Springer and Arcee departed then, while Rodimus, Kup and Ultra Magnus continued to chat as they walked to corridors of Iacon.