Okay, so I decided to try my hand at a slightly different way of writing, diverging from FireFly's pov, which was getting annoying to keep in character sometimes. . So, here is the newest chapter.

Chapter 7- The End is beginning

"Only they can't see where this is gonna end." -The Script, Nothing

3 Months Later

-There is a click, then a video camera comes on. Before it sits a rather frustrated looking, sleek black Seeker femme. Her blue optics seem slightly dulled by exhaustion, and she looks drained. She sighs before staring down at the small camera positioned on the Autobot Wreckers' main computer.- Gosh, it has been a rough few months here for the Wreckers- well, all of the Autobots really. It was cheerful for a little while with the news of Springer and I finally bonding floating about, and now the sparkling coming. But, Autobots seem to be bad luck magnets. Though, I never really thought their bad luck was this bad.

I feel so bad for not elaborating but, let me first explain why I am now recording all of my thoughts on the matter. -She winces suddenly, both servos going up to rub at the sides of her helm. She shutters her optics for a moment, grinding her denta together in pain.- Sorry. I have been getting terrible processor aches since... Well, I guess since a little bit before I bonded with Springer. But, they go as fast as they come. These nasty little things are part of the reason that I am doing this stupid video diary thing; Ratchet says that they aren't too bad now, but he fears they may one day... Well, either put me in stasis or wipe my processor clean. -The femme shrugs indifferently while lowering her servos, as if the matter didn't bother her too much.- I don't think they're really that bad, but whatever.

One of the other reasons that I am doing this dumb thing is because things are going rather terribly for the Autobots. So, the medics decided that it might be good for us all to have some time to talk things over with ourselves. Like, I don't know, self therapy? -She groans in displeasure.- If anything, this is probably making it worse. I mean, seriously? Having us talk to ourselves will make it better?

-The femme pauses for a moment, her optics dimming. After several moments of silence, she speaks again.- Sorry about that. Ironhide and Springer are really worried about me right now, with the sparkling and... Well, Ironhide is afraid of what I might do if left to myself. He still hasn't forgotten my whole little depressed moment. Springer is just being a paranoid afthead. He acts like this is my first time carrying. And I am only two months in! -She groans, rubbing where her temples, if she had them, would be. Then her optics brighten suddenly and her look becomes urgent.-

Oh, I almost forgot the best part. -Her optics and expression show her displeasure along with the sarcasm in her voice.- Awhile back, when we were all finally about to try and extract the matrix, we found out something rather unsettling. Turns out, Megatron must have taken the matrix. Great. -She slaps the palm of her servo against her faceplate.- Ultra Magnus was so... Well, I have never seen him so out of it before. It was saddening, really. -She places her servos back down in her lap once more, her shoulders slumping as she remembers the poor mech.- But, we elected him as temporary leader until there is a prime. Not like anyone thinks someone else will be prime anyway.

There is one other reason I am recording this thing. -She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper.- As soon as the sparkling comes and I think Springer has an okay grasp on how to take care of a sparkling, I am going to get Volt. And, if it means I have to take out all the 'Cons by myself, then I will. -She holds up a single servo, a syringe that wasn't there before now in between her digits. She looks at it and smirks.- I'd like to see anyone stop me.

-She slips the syringe back into her subspace pocket in her wrist, sighing slightly.- I am leaving these so that when I finally do leave, Springer will be able to find them. Hopefully he'll understand that I will comeback, no matter what. I'm not leaving you again, Springer. -She freezes momentarily, then suddenly chuckles brightly.- Speak of the devil. I guess it's Springer's turn to do his little video diary thing. I'll record another one sometime soon. Mag- frag it, Firefly, -She grinds out the name as if it were dirt to her,- out.

-A large black servo reaches up in front of the camera, blocking its vision before another click and all goes black.-

-The camera comes on this time to a different sight: a green mech, his faceplate filled with confusion as he stares at the controls.- How the pit... Oh! -He looks up abruptly at the camera, his optics brighten for a moment before they dim down to a dull blue.- Hey, um, this is my first video diary. My designation is Springer... And I already feel crazy doing this. -He groans, rubbing at the sides of his helm like the femme before him had.- Mags was right... Although in her own she probably went by Firefly, that black femme who did this before me is Magnum. She likes to go by a new alias every so often. -He chuckles at his own joke, though no one else was there to understand it.- She is a really interesting character, that's for sure. But, I wouldn't have her any other way. -He gives a goofy grin to the camera before his look sobers.-

Nothing seems to be going right lately. The 'Cons are kicking our afts left and right, and then the whole matrix fiasco...-He groans, shaking his helm.-

The only thing that is good is... Well, Mags is carrying. Yup. -His optics and smile brim with pride.- We are going to have a little sparkling in a few more months. Oh, something that I might need to explain in case a human ever sees this, when a Cybertronian is carrying, they carry for about five Earth months, instead of the traditional human nine months. Ninjabot is already two months in, so in not too long, there will be a little sparkling scampering about the halls. -He chuckles, a bright sound compared to some of his other comments made previously.- I can't wait.

-He sits there for a moment more before it feels somewhat awkward for him. He rubs the back of his neck with one of his servos, averting his gaze from the camera.- I guess that's it. This is Springer, signing of for now. -And like before, his servo blocks the view of the camera as he shuts it off, ending its recording period until it was turned on next.-

Peace, Love, and Transformers :D