Author's Note: Happy Halloween guys! Anyways, sorry for the major delay. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned transformers.

Seraph sat perched in a recess in one of the many empty storage rooms throughout the base, her legs hanging off the edge. The only sources of light were her optics and the glowing lines that ran along her chassis. What little she could see was a soft shade of purple, but beyond that was a void of darkness. She stared out into the room; it looked exactly like she felt: empty. Seraph thought about how earlier she couldn't feel anything, everything was completely numb. She could see everything, but when she tried to touch it, nothing. Seraph wished that the lack of feeling would return; it was better than the emptiness which now resided within her chest.

Her thoughts turned to Wheeljack and how he was leaving so soon. It should have brought tears to her optics, but it didn't. Nothing seemed to retain its meaning. Seraph laid down, and, focusing her optics on the ceiling, tried to think about all of the possible outcomes of her predicament. As all of the different scenarios played out in her processor, Seraph's optics fluttered shut. And with that she slipped into recharge, the only escape from this world she had.

Wheeljack sat on the berth in his room at the base. He took a sip of the highgrade in his servo as he glanced around the room. The walls were bare, the desk completely clear; nothing to suggest that anyone was inhabiting the living space. What little he did have had been moved to the Jackhammer.

Wheeljack took another swig of his energon and closed his optics as he leaned his helm back. He sighed and thought about all of the other places he had left throughout the war. The all looked like this room, empty and left just as he had found it. He had been through the routine of telling those semi-close to him that he was leaving before, and they all had varied reactions, but his was always the same. A little spark ache and a little high grade to take it away. Wheeljack peered down at the nearly empty highgrade in his servo as a pang of guilt, sadness, and what was that, loneliness? tugged at his spark.

"Aarrrraaaaahhh," Wheeljack groaned nearly tossing the highgrade onto the desk. Almost an entire container and he was still feeling like scrap. What was wrong with him? He was never like this. Wheeljack rested his helm on his servo as he thought about earlier. Seraph had looked so hurt and betrayed when she ran off. Ugh, why didn't I stop her? Wheeljack thought resentfully. For all he knew he had just blown the relationship he had with his only sparkling and may never be able to salvage it.

The little voice in the back of Wheeljack's helm made a disgusted noise. Really? it said. You're just going to sit here and sulk about something you screwed up? You're a wrecker and an engineer for Pit's sake! If you broke something you should be out there trying to fix it until there is no hope left! Primus, get off your aft, Wheeljack!

"Frag it!" Wheeljack said as he stood up abruptly and exited the room. He was going to fix things with Seraph or die trying.

Wheeljack wandered the base in search of Seraph. Naturally, the first place he checked was her room. He walked up to the door quietly, and as he was about to enter he paused. He knocked softly on the metal door, and just like earlier, no response. He pressed the button on the wall and the door swished aside to reveal an empty room. Wheeljack let out a sigh and walked over to the berth. The box of her explosive spheres sat there undisturbed since he placed them there. He ran a servo through the box, recalling the day he and Seraph had made the spheres. He remembered how Bulkhead nearly laughed his aft off at the sight of her, and how after she knocked him out for it Seraph had just walked off like it was nothing. She sure had guts, he thought.

Pulling out of his thoughts Wheeljack glanced around the room. It was sparsely furnished with only a berth, desk, and one chair. He walked over to the desk which was situated in the corner of the room. It had a pile of data pads on the corner and different bits and pieces from tinkering endeavors scattered about. Blueprints and sketches from various projects were pasted to the wall, but something else caught his optic. There was a data pad propped up against the wall with a slideshow of pictures. Wheeljack watched as the images changed from old Cybertron to ones that Miko must have given her. There were pictures of everyone; Optimus staring stoically at a monitor in the main room, Bumblebee playing Raf at videogames, Ratchet in the middle of screaming at Bulkhead, Arcee rolling her optics at something Jack had told her, one of Bulkhead squeezing him in a tight embrace, and one of Seraph. Wheeljack picked up the data pad and stopped the slideshow on the picture. She was lying down on the floor of the main room reading a data pad; the expression on her face was so serious. Her brows were pushed together, mouth a thin line, and optics focused so intently on the words on the screen.

A smile tugged at the corner of Wheeljack's mouth. Seraph was so beautiful, so skilled and intelligent. She deserved a better father than him, he thought. Wheeljack sighed and started to put the data pad back, but stopped. He thought for a moment and then walked back over to the berth, data pad in servo. He placed the pad in the box along with the explosive spheres, picked up the box and left the room in search of his daughter.

Seraph emerged from recharge slowly, her processor gradually becoming aware. The first thing she felt was empty, like there was a gaping hole where her spark should be. Then came the cold. The concrete she laid on seemed to take all of the feeling and heat from her, leaving an encroaching cold in its place. It certainly wasn't any motivation to get up, in fact it made Seraph want to lay there, stiff and unmoving for an eternity, rusting away with time. She onlined her optics; the time on her HUD said it was 14:28, she had recharged for nearly twelve hours. Seraph shuttered her optics and cycled her vents deeply. I should get up, she thought. Seraph just laid there for a moment or two having an internal debate about whether she should get up or not, but finally she rolled onto her side, and looked out into the dark room. She sat up and hopped down from the recess in the storage room, landing softly on her pedes. Seraph then stood and exited the room, slowly heading towards the main room.

Wheeljack had been searching the base for what felt like an eternity. He had checked almost all of the storage rooms, back halls, and training rooms. All of them had turned up empty with no sign of Seraph. When she truly wanted to be alone no one could find her, he thought. With an exhausted sort of sigh Wheeljack started on his way to the main room hoping that someone there might have the slightest clue as to where Seraph was.

Wheeljack made it to the main room relatively quickly and glanced around disappointed to not find Seraph among the bodies in the room. Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee were doing who knows what on one of the cybertronian sized computers and everyone else was gathered around the TV either chatting or playing video games. Wheeljack approached Optimus at the computers, standing there awkwardly with the box of explosive spheres in one arm.

"Uh, excuse me," he started. Everyone at the computers turned around, but Wheeljack directed his attention to the Prime. "Have you seen Seraph around? She ran off last night while I was talking to her and I can't find her."

Arcee and Ratchet looked up at Optimus already knowing the answer. "No, I have not seen Seraph since yesterday, but she is still on the base," he said.

Arcee looked at Wheeljack with an almost accusing, confused look. "Why did she run away from you?" she asked.

Wheeljack intook sharply and hesitated before he said, "Because I told her that I was leaving."

Arcee's optics widened in shock and fury. "You're what!?" she almost screamed.

"Arcee, I know what you're going to say. And I need to find Seraph, so please spare me the lecture."

Arcee's mouth just hung open as she searched for the words to express her complete and total dissatisfaction with Wheeljack.

Wheeljack redirected his attention to Optimus who stated with a comforting smile on his face, "If we see her we will let you know."

"Thanks," Wheeljack nodded. And with that he left the room to again try and find Seraph.

Arcee looked up at Optimus with a scowl taking up residence on her face. "I can't believe he would do this to her. What is he thinking?"

Seraph meandered through the empty hallways of the base on her way to the main room, each step as slow as her processor was functioning. Finally she reached the main room where she was greeted with the image of everyone relaxing as usual sans Wheeljack. Seraph grabbed an unopened container of energon off of a nearby table and sat down.

Arcee turned around from her conversation with Jack at the loud scraping of a chair being moved. Immediately she noticed that the one responsible for the noise was Seraph and she quickly approached her. Arcee placed a gentle servo on Seraph's shoulder and asked softly, "Hey, are you alright?"

Seraph looked up with a well rehearsed emotionless mask. Then, with an obviously fake smile said "Yes, why do you ask?"

"We heard about Wheeljack," Arcee said in the same soft voice, and continued a bit hesitantly, "We were just worried about you; no one could find you."

Seraph's straight face returned as she nodded and said flatly, "I was recharging."

"Ok," said Arcee. She smiled slightly, still worried, and rubbed Seraph's shoulder. "It's good to know that you're ok."

A small smile crept onto Seraph's face and she simply replied, "Thank you."

Arcee left to go continue her conversation with Jack, and paused mid-step as if she wanted to say something else, but thought better of it and continued to walk away. Seraph finished up her energon and, once she disposed of the container, approached Optimus.

Noticing his daughter's presence near, Optimus turned around and smiled at Seraph. "Hello, Seraph."

"Hey, Dad," she responded. Optimus noticed something a tad off with his daughter and assumed that it was related to the fact that Wheeljack was leaving. He expected her to say something along the lines of 'May we talk? I need some advice', but instead all she asked was, "May I go reorganize the weapons room?"

Optimus was a bit taken aback, but nonetheless said, "Of course."

Seraph thanked him and exited the main room without another word. "That was odd," Ratchet turned around from his computer and commented.

"Exceedingly," was all Optimus said in return.

Seraph entered the weapons room and turned on the light. There was a hazy glow to the room due to the thin layer of dust that cloaked everything. Seraph grabbed a stool and sat at a nearby table as she surveyed the room. All of the extra swords, blasters, shields, and spears that the autobots had were either leaning up against walls or sitting in piles on tables. She supposed that the room was relatively organized with each pile containing a different weapon, but it could be neater. Seraph then began to sort through the piles on her table and turned up her music, the melodic beating of drums and bass soothing to her audio receptors.

It wasn't long before Seraph had completed her first table which had only contained blasters of varying size and complexity. They had all found homes either hanging on a rack or in rows along the table. She then picked up her stool and moved on to the next table. This one appeared to have different daggers, swords, and shields, with a stray spear in the middle of the pile. Seraph began to sort through the weapons, placing shields in a stack in the corner and separating the daggers and swords, until she came upon a particularly interesting looking shield. This one was ovular, protecting most of the holder's body, and had many different ridges going outward from the center which was crested with the autobot insignia. Seraph ran her servo along the edge of the shield which was sharpened like a blade. How intriguing, she thought.

Seraph picked up the shield, looping her left arm through the straps, and took a step back from the table. Without hesitation she brought her arm across her body and back again in a slicing motion, catching the edge of the table along the way. Seraph observed the clean cut the shield had made in the table; it was as if a sword had done it. She gave props to whoever had created this shield for they had an incredible insight to the needs of a warrior in battle.

Seraph set the shield aside, reminding herself to come back and mess with it later. She returned to organizing the table and listening to her music.

Wheeljack had been searching the halls for most of the day now. He had checked almost every room in the base and was thinking about giving up. Primus, he thought. We're in a base this small and I still can't find her. Wheeljack turned a corner onto a hall that looked vaguely familiar; but with as many halls as he had seen today they were all looking like one another. Wheeljack was getting ready to say 'Frag it!' and quit, but just as he got to the end of the hall he heard the catchy beat of a dance song emanating from one of the doors. He stepped towards the door which swished aside, and he entered the room. As soon as he was inside he realized that this was the weapons room, but more importantly, that Seraph was inside. She was sitting with her back to the door at one of the many tables, organizing weapons and slightly bobbing her helm to the beat of the music. Wheeljack walked over to his daughter, surprised that he got nearly half way across the room before she noticed his presence. Seraph whorled her helm around at the sound of Wheeljack's pede steps, her optics wide and alert. Realizing who it was, some of the life in her optics left and a stoic expression to residence upon her face.

Wheeljack gave an awkward half smile and said, "Hey."

"Hey," was all Seraph said in return. A stiff silence hung in the air between them as they both waited for the other to say something. Seeing that Wheeljack didn't have anything too pressing to tell her, Seraph turned back to the table and continued sifting through the pile of weapons.

Wheeljack watched as his daughter just sat there wordlessly with her music still playing in the background. He sighed and pulled up a stool next to her, softly setting down the box of spheres in between them. Seraph eyed the box recognizing it immediately, but still giving it a what-the-pit-did-you-just-put-on-my-table look.

"You left these by my door," Wheeljack said flatly.

Seraph glanced up at him to briefly make optic contact. Looking back down at the box she said, "Thanks," and then pushed it to the side. The two just sat there in silence as Seraph continued to sort the weapons and Wheeljack thought over what to say.

Relatively deciding on some words, he began, "Seraph, I'm sorry about yesterday." Seraph stopped what she was doing, but wouldn't look at him. "There were better ways for you to find out, and I'm sorry you found out the way you did." He paused, waiting for a reaction, but she still said nothing. "I really don't want to leave knowing that you hate me, I want to try and make things right."

Seraph intook and squeezed her optics shut. "I don't hate you," she said opening her optics. "I just don't approve of your decisions or your motives. And you haven't necessarily done anything wrong that you need to right, I just," she paused shuttering her optics again. "Don't want you to leave," she finished.

Wheeljack sighed. They had been over this before. "Seraph, you know–"

"I know you have to leave," she cut him off. "But the fact that I know doesn't change that I wish you weren't leaving."

Wheeljack was relieved to hear that Seraph wasn't mad at him, but still did not feel as though everything was back to normal. Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you?" Wheeljack asked.

Seraph raised an optic ridge at him with the beginnings of a smirk dancing across her faceplate, and Wheeljack immediately followed her line of thought. "Besides not leave," he said with a smile.

"You're fine, Wheeljack," she said. "You don't need to do anything."

"You sure?" he asked. Seraph nodded. "Ok," Wheeljack said with a slight edge in his voice. "Do you need some help in here?"

Seraph glanced around the room which had at least five more tables full of weapons. "Sure," she replied. The two sat there, silently sorting through the weapons while listening to music. Once they were done with that table the two picked up their stools and moved to the next one. Just as Wheeljack was about to move he noticed the box of spheres still sitting on the table. He swiftly grabbed them and set them in front of Seraph.

"Here, you forgot these," he said. Seraph nodded her thanks and slid them to the corner of the table. "So," Wheeljack began. "Have you thought of a name for them yet?"

Seraph glanced from the box to Wheeljack and stated, "Dreballs."

"Cool," Wheeljack said, and they continued to work.

Once they had finished in the weapons room, Wheeljack was called to patrol the roads with Bulkhead and stop by the Jackhammer to make sure things were in working order. Wheeljack left accordingly, leaving Seraph to herself. She stopped by the main room to check up on things, which were completely normal, and headed back to her room. Once there, Seraph set the box of Dreballs on her desk and sat on her berth. The day may not have been a long one, but sitting down and rummaging through weapons for hours on end was rather tedious. Seraph laid down on the berth, ready to recharge, and checked the time: 0:24. She sighed, reminded of the one thing she was trying to forget all day.

Two days.

Author's Note: Yeah, I'm relatively displeased with myself and this chapter. I'm happy that I finally got back to writing, but I hate that it took me so long to do so. Bits and pieces of this chapter have been laying around my computer and phone since March but I either couldn't figure out what to write, or was not satisfied with what I did end up putting down. So here we have what I can bare to put down underneath the current circumstances. My deepest apologies to all of you for taking so long to finally update, and I'm sorry if you didn't like this chapter (if you did, just pm me or review telling me what could be better or done less worse). But on a happier note: thank you to all of you for your continued support and not giving up on my story. I love you all 3 Please review and tell me what you think :)

P.S. On a side note, what did you guys think of the TFP movie? Am I the only one that didn't like the ending?