This is short, but this is how I wanted it to end.

Expect follow up stories. I'm not done writing yet.

Coming up on a ridge, Ultra Magnus stopped to survey the landscape. With the sun peeking over the horizon, it made visibility much clearer and allowed for him to search for anything suspicious. As commanding officer of the Wreckers, it was his duty to make sure nothing happened to them. After what he could find back at the base, he suspected that they had run into some Decepticons. The only thing suspicious about this theory was that if Decepticons had been within the vicinity of the base, everyone would have been notified. Something wasn't right and he would find out what.

While scanning over the land, something quite clear suddenly caught the attention of his optics. About half a mile out, nestled in a ditch, a blue light expanded outward. Magnus transformed out of vehicle mode and zoomed in his optics to get a better look at what was causing the light. It appeared to be coming from a single source and once he realized what that source was, he quickly turned his head in utter disgust. The blue light was being emitted from the merged sparks of Bulkhead and Wheeljack. They were spark bonding.

"This will not go unpunished…" Magnus muttered angrily gritting his denta. Interfacing among soldiers was against protocol and spark bonding was out of the question. There was no room for infatuation in war.

Not needing to see anymore, Magnus resumed vehicle mode and headed back to base.

When their sparks finally receded back into their own chambers, Bulkhead and Wheeljack laid down and held each other in the peaceful afterglow. The sun was up now and morning light spread over them. Whatever their future would hold, one thing was sure they were bonded for life. As partners and lovers.