WELL. I was going to crank out one last real update to the story, then got carried away in a rush of work, and totally forgot what the last update was. So. Its still a nice, fuzzy place to end the story. This is really bittersweet because from now on, we won't see this pairing very often and they've become one of my favorites. They will pop up periodically in Reflections updates. To make up for all of it, going to pack this 'Sneak Peek' full of, well, sneak peeks. 3

As some of you who follow me already know, I've been working on some new material for new sagas, which I'll talk more about at the end of the peaks for the last installments of The Guardian saga.

Starting off with existing projects...Cataclysm in the Reflections collection has sort of exploded into its own mini-series. I don't know how it happened, because it was seriously supposed to be JUST a one-shot. Then it turned into an three-part arc when I realized that the first part of it, already published, wasn't going to do it. Now thats not enough. So...

The Cataclysm-(Guardian Saga AU) Megatron destroys a traitor and gains a new soldier with one murder, but history repeats itself, and the cries of the vengeful dead will not be ignored. Cadavers rise in the aftermath of a terrible cataclysm.

"You listen here, you little-" Ironhide started, tromping forward a step. His optics widened when she rose up, shifting her weight to her legs to raise her claw-shaped hands. The energon blade on her tail whipped through the air while her lethal jaws opened and a roar vibrated all around them. Her wings arced high, then swept down with a gust of wind that sent them staggering back a step.

The buses that made her throne groaned beneath her weight and suddenly she was landing in front of them, settling almost softly on feet armed with hook-like claws that could render the thickest armor useless. She turned herself to the side, showing them the intimidating length of her body. Longer than Optimus was tall, and every square inch of her covered in jagged, predacon-style armor colored a sickly pale red.

"No," She said, her optics round with rage, "you will listen to me. No one sets foot in my territory and survives."

"Sundance," Optimus began, backing away another step. He motioned for Ratchet and Ironhide to follow. They did so, reluctantly, "we don't want to fight. We came here seeking your help, not your fury."

Will be published soon.

This one is still deep in progress...I'm having trouble figuring out how to organize the story effectively since there will be a lot of time-skips and what not so the readers age with the sparklings. I'm thinking that this will be a series of one-shots to make it easier, but we'll see. In the process of designing the mini-Grims. :D

Baby Daddy-Grimlock learns the hard way that sparklings steal all the attention, and what NOT to say to their super-sized, fire-breathing mother. 'The Hidden' Sequel.

"Why do you keep pulling away from them?" Sundance demanded.

"Because, they're...tiny." Grimlock made a face, "and they're..."

"They're what." Sundance pushed, irritation in her voice.

The dinobot struggled for something before saying, "They're funny looking."

Sundance snorted. "Thats because they both look like you."

Optimus paused. He glanced at the dinobot. Ratchet muttered, "They have your build, Grimlock."

Grimlock shifted, and the growling sparkling snapped his jaws.

And, uh...just gonna drop this right here. Yeah. .

Gun Smoke-"So, what you're telling me," He said, "is you're kickin' us outta base, sending us across the country, and you're putting some random broad, that none of us knows, in charge? Am I the only one here who thinks this, uh, freakin' stupid?" "Her designation is Burlesque, Flashback. And I expect you mechs to be on your best behavior." 'The Hidden' Sequel.

She was pretty. Flashback had to admit that. She stood tall and straight, even though she was small. No, she was freaking tiny. The smallest femme he'd seen other than Arcee. She was small and slender and petite, with gently sloping curves that were hidden beneath plain blue armor that hung on her loosely.

Flashback eyed her as she approached them, a half step behind Prowl with her shoulders back in a 'I'm-better-than-you' posture. It made him sick. Prowl and Ultra Fragnus, as Backlash's femme put it, were bad enough. Now there was a third? Did the autobots have a prissy-officer assembly line down in their basement? Oh, Prowl and Fragnus are too busy staying on top of the twins. Time to crank out another perfect, rule following, pain-in-the-aft, straight-backed-

"Solaris, Warhammer, Flashback." Prowl looked over all of them in turn, disrupting Flashback's mental rant. "I would like to introduce you to Burlesque, who will be overseeing your search for raw energon stores."

Flashback nearly hit the floor. Burlesque?! She didn't look like a 'Burlesque'. Burlesque chicks were supposed to be hot, weren't they? And they danced. Did she dance? He highly doubted she could do anything other than frown and look down on them. That was all she was doing now, anyway.

Flashback looked her over one more time, glanced at the older mechs, and said, "Nope."

Warhammer snorted on his left. Solaris, on his right, subtly elbowed him. "Don't be rude, Flash."

"We're big mechs, we can watch ourselves." Flashback said, rolling his optics, "we don't need anyone-"

Ultra Magnus narrowed his optics into angry slits, "You, youngling, are absolutely incapable of watching yourself. Need I remind you of your recent failure to retrieve a store of high grade, that you were strictly told not to consume?"

"Still ridin' that scooter, huh?" Flashback huffed, "I want out. Its my turn to go up to the moon any-"

"You will not be going 'up' anywhere, youngling. You have new orders now."

Flashback was pretty sure that if he was interrupted one more time, he would to show the mech just where he could shove his 'new orders'. "Look, dude. I-"

"Addressing an officer with complete disregard to his rank," A bell-like voice chimed in, "you are every bit as unruly as I was told, Flashback."

Great. Now she was doing it. Flashback fixed pit-fire optics on her, glaring. There was no doubt about it. This was going to be the most miserable year of his existence.

Those wrap it up for the Guardian stories. I've been working on a TFPrime addition to the family, and I've decided to go ahead and show you guys what I've got so far. Here ya go,

Peace, Love, Gladiators-The autobots receive a desperate SOS that leads them to a hidden unit of neutrals back on Earth. The only problem is that no one there is responsible for sending it. Optimus and his team try to unravel the mystery, and find themselves buried deep in the struggle of walking a thin line of peace suspended in a world of chaos.

How could this have happened?

Wasn't it only a week ago that we were altogether, a whole family? Now, Asteria is gone. I can't locate her signal in space. There is a marginal chance that she may still be online, but she can't help us now.

We've been divided, again and again. Our already meager numbers thin as different groups are sent out with different missions. I'll never forget the look on the scouts' faces. They're all too young to be tied up in this damned war. And Titania. Primus, be with them.

All that remains are the medics, Chess and myself, the sparklings and Dexter. We go about in complete silence, but I know that they're all becoming restless. Chess has already requested that we leave for our safe house. Not yet, though.

We can't leave yet, not with all of our neutrals scattered to the stars.

We must wait and pray that Primus will guide our neutrals home.
Pierce, out.

Everyone feel free to put out your opinions. I've got a looooot of work to do. Thanks for sticking with me through another story, guys! Love ya! 3

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