OK! Here's the deal. There are tons of super skilled fanfic writers out there and I have gotten several requests to "finish" the cliffhangers. So, I've decided to issue an offical challenge. Pick a plot, any plot that appeals to you. There is only one rule. You have to have the word WTF somewhere in the title, so that people know its part of the challenge. ANYTHING goes, that means you can take my plot idea and twist it any way you want. It can be as long or as short as you want it, from a ONESHOT to a multi chapter fic. I would rather not have my fic deleted, so I'm throwing in here that it has to follow the guidelines. I am challenging you to finish what I've started. So all you lovely fan fic writers out there. Get crackin.

-Love Love, Kiss Kiss, Toshi-

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. This is written for my twin sister Mirai, who is reading my fics and think's I'm insane. Love you sis. P.S None of these fics have anything to do with the others...

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. -Aristotle

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"Outloud"

Cliff Hanger One - The Death Of Optimus Prime

"Ratchet to Optimus Prime"

Optimus knew the moment he heard Ratchet's voice that the pit which had ripped itself open earlier had just unleashed its fury. He braced himself, preparing for what would come next.

"Prime here"

"Optimus... I couldn't save him."

"I am on my way. Don't let Sunstreaker leave the Med Bay."

Optimus Prime hung his head, fighting back the tears that he had no time for and steeled his facial expression into a wall of strength. Nodding to himself, he entered Med Bay. He prepared to say something, anything, empty words he knew would do nothing when Sunstreaker looked up from where his head rested against Sideswipe's lifeless chest.

"Don't... "

Optimus nodded, simply standing there, struggling against the war of emotion that was tearing his spark as Sunstreaker gently lifted his fallen brother into his arms, holding him against his chest like a femme with a sparkling, foreheads touching in a sign of silent reassurance that would do neither of them any good now.

A soft hiss of air drew Optimus's attention across the room, where Ratchet stood like a stone. They had known this day would come. They would be strong, as they always were. Thats how it had always been. This was a war. Who they were would not allow them the luxury of mourning.

"I tried Sunny..." Ratchet whispered in a tone that almost undid Optimus Prime's well built wall of calm.

"I know..."

"Sunstreaker, is there anything I can do for you?" Optimus asked softly, silently wishing that there was.

"Yeah." Gently laying his brother down, Sunstreaker got up. His movements slow and methodical as he approached Optimus, his blue streaked face filled with an almost eerie calm as he came to a stop in front of him.

Moving too fast for any hope of stopping him, Sunstreaker slammed his fist through Optimus Prime's chest, fingers wrapping around the spark within and ripping it viciously free.

"You can shove your head up your exhaust pipe"

As Optimus Prime slid lifelessly to the floor, Sunstreaker dropped his dimming spark on the floor and crushed it under his foot, ignoring Ratchet's hysterical shouting as he walked out the door and didn't look back.