After all the toil for coming up with an ending for this story, it ends up being short and sweet. Enjoy the final chapter to this story, which has been long awaited.

Mirage steadily got stronger, and was soon walking around. With two devoted medics fixing and guiding him in his recovery, it was swift. Silverstorm and Optimus slept a lot. The medics were getting antsy about that and Ratchet grabbed his Prime one day.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure," the red and blue Prime said gently. "I trust the Aerialbots."

"You know I mean no offense, Optimus, but why?"

"I trust Silverstorm, and he trusts them."

"You can't tell us anything about how they know you're fine?"

"No. You and Pipes will probably learn about it eventually, because you're medics, but until then I shall say no more on the subject."

Ratchet frowned, but nodded. "Very well, Prime. I respect you having to keep this secret. But I hope you get better soon."

And they did. They were soon their old selves, save a closeness that only the Aerialbots could identify with. Mirage was soon walking around, and Optimus complimented Silverstorm on his choice for a second-in-command. The two Primes stood watching their mechs interact. Optimus cleared his throat.

"Sam?"

"Hey now," Silverstorm teased. "Only Bumblebee can call me that anymore! What's up, Optimus?"

"I just had to tell you how proud I am of you, and I wanted you to know down to your old self. You've made such remarkable progress. I've seen you grow up. I've seen you mature. From that teenaged human boy to a true Prime. I am honored to hold that title with you."

"Aw, c'mon, it's not that big a deal," Silverstorm muttered, his optics turning slightly pink.

"It is. I feel so honored to have witnessed your journey. Ironhide and Ratchet saw the majority of mine, and now I know how privileged they feel. I was just as rough material as you were. But you pulled through and are now the most beautiful gem that I have ever had the chance to behold."

Silverstorm's optics were completely purple now. "Thanks, Optimus. I've wanted needed to hear that for so long. It's an honor to serve beside you. With you. We have many years ahead of us. We're going to need each other. We're going to need them, too."

Optimus smiled and put a hand on his equal's shoulder. "Spoken like a true Prime."

Silverstorm was positive that nothing would ever make him feel as good as that comment did. The two Primes met each other's gazes for a brief moment then went down to join their soldiers.