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Here we go!
I know it's been a while since my last chapter, but the wait will be worth it. I promise! So without further ado... here is the final chapter...

Restored

Somehow, Optimus Prime had once again escaped death. However, Optimus was uncertain whether it was the will of the Alspark and he had been destined to survive all along, or if his return had happened as result of a random chance that was never truly meant to be. Even after the happy greetings of his overjoyed Autobots, the victory speech Agent Fowler had given to them, and the inducting of Ultra Magnus as the newest member of the team, Optimus could stil not help but feel unsettled. Why?

He feared he was living on stolen time.

His resurrection had not been his own doing of course, but Smokescreen's. The rookie was the reason Optimus was now here, among his comrades and cellebrating victory, and while the Prime was grateful for the young bot's decision, at the same time, he could not fight off the doubt that clouded the back of his processor. The Prime now lay on his berth that night after the day's ending activities, trying to fall into recharge, but his spark was restless. Sleep would not come, and after a good while, Optimus accepted defeat.

Getting to his feet and leaving his private quarters, the Prime walked quietly out through the base's halls, his bright blue optics and chest headlights illuminating his way. All the Autobots were already in recharge and the children had been taken home long ago. Optimus was alone. As he walked as quietly as his heavy peds would allow, his optics swept over the base fondly. Less than 24 hours ago he'd thought he'd never again walk these halls. How quickly things had changed from the worst of circumstances to the best.

But were they?

Were these present circumstance meant to be? If only this question could be answered! How desperately Optimus Prime wished to speak with Alpha Trion. He missed his mentor terribly, and having seen and heard his voice again after so many megacycles of being apart only sharpened the pain of separation. But there was one other bot whose words of comfort and wisdom never ceased to put Optimus Prime at ease: Elita One. He had not seen her for close to two earth years now, ever since Megatron had been thought dead.

Optimus longed to see her. Currently, she had been put into stasis and tucked away deep in a cave amidst a mountain range for protection from Decepticon discovery and capture. Her spark's ability to bring time to an instant halt would be invaluable in any battle, which made Elita One a largely desired asset. Yet, while Megatron lived she was incredibly vulnerable, which was why her location was hidden from every other bot in exhistance, save for Optimus Prime. He needed to see her, and he needed to see her now.

Cueing up the ground bridge and setting in the correct coordinates, Optimus pushed the throttle and watched as a blue, circular flash of transwarp energy blared to life, just waiting to recieve him. Optimus left the portal open, so he had a means to get back, then stepped through. The whirls of blues and whites blurred past him and in the next moment, Optimus found himself deep within the mountain top cave and surrounded by rock walls. It was utterly silent, except for the wined howling in the back ground.

The stasis pod, in which Ratchet had built specially for Elita One, sat cosily in the furthest corner, its dark gray metal nearly blending with the surroundings. Optimus took several steps forward towards it, and when he'd come close enough, the sight of Elita's still face could be seen through the single window the pod provided. Optimus took a deep intake of air. The very sight of her brought refreshment to his spark and processor. She was tranquil and beautiful as she lay in her peaceful coma, and oh how Optimus desired her.

Did she dream of him while in such deep sleep? Did she know how often he in turn thought of her? Optimus approached and knelt on one knee to set an affectionate hand atop the pod's door. How joyus it would be when the day came that he should be so fortunate as to free her from the stasis pod and welcome her into his arms. His optics beheld Elita's face lovingly. That was when the Prime suddenly realized that what could have been was completely irrelivent to what was real now.

If he was here, he was meant to be here.

No matter what fate he'd alluded, something greater was awaiting him. The promise of love and fulfillment. Elita One and her loving spark was still there waiting for him. Megatron was also still there and needed to be taken down. A war had to be won, and Optimus Prime would win it! He was created for a reason, and no amount of fear could dampen that truth. As his optics took in the face of his lover, Optimus marvaled at the power in which Elita One still could enable him with, even while in stasis.

"Hear me, Elita One," Optimus pleaded to her sleeping form in a tender voice, "I shall forever remember that it was your love for me that gave me hope for a future, and now, in addition to my upgraded body and resurrected spark, confidence in myself has too been restored..."

End

Okay, it's finished! Now, you must leave reviews! REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS! I must know all your thoughts! I'm sure some of you are disappointed Elita is not yet out of stasis, but I assure you the time will come when as soon as Transformers Prime: Beast Wars permits me. I'm waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Thanks again for reading my story and specail thanks to those of you who left reviews! They were very encouraging! :)

-Stokin D Embers