Notes: Welcome to the end of the story.

Some stories have happy endings. Some stories have surprise endings. Some stories have sad endings. This story just has an ending.

Not much had changed.

When he looked at the other Predacons, Waspinator knew everything was exactly the same. They were still stranded on Earth. Quickstrike was still broken and crazy. Inferno was still pining over the loss of his Queen. And Terrorsaur…was still trying to manipulate him into doing things his way. Waspinator doubted that would ever change.

But he…Waspinator felt different. It was as if -for once- life around him had remained static, while he had done all the changing. Usually, the little bug was left in the dust while those around him bettered themselves, through upgrades or promotions or cunning schemes. He had always been passed by without a second glance and he had always known his place; known that nothing would change.

Well, nothing had, in the end. Everything had stayed the same…But at the same time, everything was different.

Even though Quickstrike and Inferno were still damaged and dysfunctional…Even though his best friend was still the proverbial thorn in his side…Even though they were trapped in a meaningless existence on a dust ball planet that they would never escape…

He had done it. He had proved to himself that he could do it. He had put Inferno and Quickstrike back together and they were functional, if only just. And though he still grumbled under his breath about burning and the Royalty, Inferno listened to his orders and did as he was asked. He suspected that Terrorsaur was beginning to grudgingly respect him and Waspinator hoped that he was beginning to appear less incompetent and more like what he wished to be.

Waspinator hadn't made everything better, but he hadn't failed, either. Things could always change in their favor.

After all, tomorrow was another day.

End Notes: This story was originally completed as of June fifth, 2009. I intended it to end this way, with a very open "conclusion." I don't plan on ever picking it up and continuing it, as these characters never seemed destined for the typical happy ending.

The title of this story comes from the Fair to Midland song "Walls of Jericho," which I found very fitting for the circumstances of the story.