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Chapter List
- 1-Lines
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16 (FINALE)
- 10
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Coldness crept into Mikaela's skin. She grew dimly aware of voices--one a husky rasp, one squeaky, one almost a monotone, one with a stutter and one that grated.

Something huge leaned over her, blocking out the light digging into her closed eyes. The glow turned red.

Mikaela cracked her eyelids, afraid to truly look. Through the haze of her eyelashes she saw a red optic surrounded by jagged silver. It took her foggy mind a moment or two to process why it wasn't Optimus leaning over her.

"I never noticed how delicate females are," Megatron purred, and the tip of his smallest claw caressed her thigh.

How strange that she'd feel that through--

What happened to my jeans? Mikaela pushed ineffectively at the razor-sharp metal that could slice her skin any second. She'd been divested of everything but her bra--which explained the uncomfortable chill biting her back.

Reality crystallized in Mikaela's mind, and she opened her eyes wide. She was practically naked with Megatron ogling and touching her body.

"Take your claws off me," she spat, scooting away. Her head still swam with the effects of a concussion. She couldn't recall exactly what happened before she woke up, but she still knew the date and what her and Sam argued about before this.

Megatron's claws slapped down around her. Pinchers grasped her wrists. They were colder than the table. She felt it seeping up her arms as if the very ice in his eyes had somehow invaded her body through his fingertips.

Mikaela avoided Megatron's gaze by twisting her head sideways. She saw Sam sitting against the wall not too far away. High above him, scaffolding criss-crossed in a maze of catwalks. The area looked like an old, abandoned hangar. She could faintly smell oil and cardboard, and, fainter, a stinging iodine-like tang that left an unpleasant taste in the back of her throat.

"S-Sam..." Mikaela breathed.

Sam's glazed eyes focused on her. A wet wound on his forehead left trails of blood that he'd failed to completely wipe away. It looked like war paint around his eyes and nose. His dilated pupils shifted from her to Megatron and back.

"Let me go!" Mikaela wriggled her wrists until she'd nearly worked one free.

"Stop squirming, fleshling!" Megatron's grasp recaptured her wrist just below the carpal bones. No twisting or jiggling would break his grip this time. "Shockwave, tell the Doctor that the specimen is awake."

"Right away." It was the monotone voice. Mikaela saw something hulking--Megatron's size, maybe even larger--stand up and move towards the door. There were bits of propeller on its back, so she guessed his alternate mode involved some sort of helicopter.

Minutes passed. All the while, Mikaela's eyes darted between Sam and Megatron.

"You don't need Sam." She shivered. "Let him go."

"And let him miss the fun?" Megatron grinned at her, revealing his sharp, metallic teeth.

Sam gasped and pressed himself harder against the wall. Mikaela heard soft clicking noises underneath the table where Megatron held her pinned.

The little robot that crawled onto the table was the same spider-like creature that tried to rip out Sam's brain. The freaky little Doctor talked with a German accent and his beady red optics made Mikaela's stomach knot up in revulsion.

"Hm...perfect twenty point five week fetus." The Doctor ignored Mikaela's horrified expression and crawled onto the bulging skin of her pregnant belly. Oddly, he didn't weigh much, and his movements made Elita kick so hard he almost lost his balance. He wouldn't be deterred, however, and proceeded to scan Mikaela's belly with a red beam that made goosebumps break out on her flesh.

"Why the hell are you so interested in our kid?" Sam started to stand up.

Megatron silently used his other hand to shove Sam back down. An effort no more than a nudge, yet he sent Sam sprawling.

"Sam!" Mikaela shrieked.

"I'm okay," Sam grunted. He sat up again while clutching at his side.

The Doctor crawled far lower than Mikaela was comfortable with. She bent her knees and crossed her legs. Her heart thudded so hard she wondered if everyone in the room could hear it. She startled at every click, whirr and hiss from Megatron's movements.

"The internal probe is required," the Doctor squeaked. A panel in his side opened. He pulled out a device that unfurled like a wiggling metal centipede. "Pregnancy is delicate...must not dilate the cervix or allow the loss of amniotic fluid. Nanites are best."

"Hell no!" Mikaela tightened her thighs. "You're not shoving anything up my--"

"Shut up!" Megatron barked. He used two more fingers to push her legs apart and backwards, forcing her into the lithotomy position. "The Doctor here just wants to..." He smirked and his voice became deceptively soothing, "...confirm something. No harm will come to your fetus if you just remain still."

"Please don't do this..." Mikaela clenched her teeth. Her plea fell on deaf audios. She saw The Doctor crawl onto the table, around her thigh and his head popped up between her legs. Suddenly, she felt something made of slick metal pushing its way into her body. It did not hurt, nor did it stretch her, yet knowing she had an alien device wiggling in her vagina made her want to vomit.

Warmth flooded her lower pelvis--right where she usually felt menstrual discomfort. Elita jerked violently--so violently Mikaela thought her body would tear in half. No--that wasn't Elita...

"Nanite insertion successful. Probe formation confirmed. No organic damage."

Sam's eyes widened. Mikaela looked over in time to see him lean over and vomit in a cardboard box. She didn't have that luxury, and had to swallow the bitter bile when it lurched onto her tongue.

A holographic display projected itself from the Doctor's optics. Mikaela could see a worm-like device wrap itself around her baby's waist. Elita tried to curl up, to escape, and her little mouth even opened in a silent cry.

"Stop it!" Mikaela's eyes welled up until tears overflowed. "God, just stop it!"

If that wasn't bad enough, Mikaela's eyesight saturated until her ears rang and voices shouted in her head. She couldn't understand them.

Blearily, Mikaela's awareness of Megatron dimmed and faded into a foggy, rocky landscape. She saw herself at ten years old, dirty and frightened--except her eyes were brown.

I never had brown eyes... Mikaela thought dully.

"Mikaela!" Sam's voice reached her, but she couldn't escape the vision.

Her young self's face shone in a blue-white light. She reached towards its source, and her eyes glowed before turning bright blue.

Images of glowing azure genes flitted into Mikaela's mind. The family tree flowchart she'd drawn at K-Mart snapped against her consciousness like a lightning bolt. She saw the genes attaching themselves to a DNA strand. It repeated over and over, stretching like flowers in both directions until it was as long as the flowchart. Then her foggy younger self looked up towards a face--

One of the Primes gazed back through optics too dim to discern their color. She tried to give him water, but he didn't have a mouth. He died--and she, the girl still so young, wept.

The episode ended as fast as it began. Just in time for Mikaela to feel the probe sliding back out of her body.

"The fetus is has Prime's plasmagenic code in her DNA." The Doctor took the probe he'd inserted and a lens on its tail displayed the same DNA strand Mikaela saw projected from Ratchet's arm weeks ago. Familiar azure genes highlighted themselves throughout varying points in the coiled strand. "The human male was just a catalyst."

"Heh! I sensed Optimus was in love again..." Megatron released Mikaela's arms and legs and leered down at her. "How he fathered an organic child without directly inserting...well it's no matter. We have a Prime repository right here, and I can't wait to see it born."

"What?" Sam sat up. "What do you mean? That's my kid! Mikaela, tell him!"

Violated, sick inside and wanting the ground to swallow her whole, Mikaela curled up on her side with her cheek resting on her folded hands. She felt like she'd been raped. Her dark hair framed her face when she stared at Sam. The truth was in her eyes and his widened when she did nothing to deny it.

"You have a very unfaithful mate." Megatron snorted derisively at Sam. He laughed like a creature from a horror film and left the immediate area with the Doctor scuttling after his heels. His footsteps shook the ground.

The Doctor said, "We must wait at least three point five months to deliver the fetus, or it will not survive without interventions."

"Then find OUT what those interventions are, and prepare them. I want that child removed from her as soon as it can survive outside the womb!"

"Human fetal viability is approximately twenty-two weeks. If we can hold her for two more weeks, we can take the fetus and she will be of no consequence."

Their voices faded until Mikaela couldn't hear them anymore. She could only lay there, horrified by their careless discussion of cutting Elita from her body. They would leave her to die, and Elita...what about Elita?

Sam scrambled up to the table and threw his jacket over Mikaela's nearly nude body. "Oh, my God...he just--he--that thing up your--what the fuck do they mean?"

"It is Optimus' baby." Mikaela choked out. Then she burst into tears and hid her face behind her hands. "They want what she knows."

"God..." Sam shook his head and climbed onto the table, holding her from behind. "We'll get out of this somehow. I left my phone on vibrate...hope maybe Optimus or the big white guy picks it up and finds us."

Soothing words, but Mikaela didn't have the wherewithal to heed them. Her body--and Elita's--had been violated. Nausea cramped her stomach. What if that nasty little robot left something floating in her uterus along with Elita?

At least Elita kept moving. She seemed all right. Mikaela wished she could say the same about herself.

She was almost asleep in Sam's arms when Rumble dumped a jumbo bag of pre-popped popcorn next to the table.

"Sustenance was ordered. Must feed fetus."

He left again.

It was diet-friendly popcorn with no real nutritional value beyond a few carbohydrates.

Mikaela ate several handfuls of the tasteless, butter-less popcorn. She didn't feel hungry, but she also didn't know when she'd get to eat again. Getting something slightly nourishing into the baby's bloodstream was more important to her than her own nausea. Thankfully, she didn't throw it all back up.

Sam waited until she'd finished before he ate what she didn't. He said nothing between bites and she made no efforts at conversation.

Megatron's lackey violated me. He touched my baby... Mikaela's sight blurred until the wall was just a streak of gray. For the first time since she met the Autobots, she found herself wishing she hadn't gotten in the car--into Bumblebee--when Sam had uttered those famous words: "Fifty years from now, when you're looking back on your life, don't you want to say you had the guts to get in the car?" The only difference was she knew this couldn't be undone, walked away from or ignored into oblivion.

Her head ached. So did Sam's, if his rubbing his temples wasn't any indication.

If she wasn't pregnant, Mikaela might have laid there and wallowed in what happened. But her life wasn't her own. She had an unborn baby to protect. Falling apart could come after she found safety. With no way of knowing where she was or if the Autobots could locate them, she knew she couldn't wait to be rescued.

"Sam, where are my clothes?"

Sam paused on the last bite of popcorn. His face shone pale under the harsh lights. He dropped the empty bag and started poking around underneath the table. "Your shirt's ripped in half."

And the zipper on her jeans was busted.

Mikaela shook her head as she pulled her jeans on. Her underwear were still inside and somehow managed not to wind up in shreds. She buttoned the jeans, then grabbed her ruined shirt, folded it in half from top to bottom and tied it in place just under her breasts so it fell over her belly like a buffer. The more layers she put between the outside world and Elita, the safer she felt.

Sam pulled his T-shirt off and handed it to Mikaela. This left him in just his gray sweatshirt.

"Thanks." Mikaela stuck her arms into the armholes and shoved her head through the neck hole. It smelled like Axe body spray, stinging her nose. Finally, she found her jacket. Mercifully it was still intact, and she zipped it all the way up to her neck. "We can't sit here and wait to be saved."

Sam looked like a deer in headlights. "They'll kill us if we run!"

"We'd be dead right now if they wanted us dead! We're bait, Sam. At least you probably are. I'm just a walking incubator until Elita's old enough to survive outside my body. We HAVE to get out of here." Mikaela gingerly took a step to test her own balance. "We don't even know where the hell we are. The Autobots might not even know."

"I thought the first rule of being taken hostage is to do what they say until you can negotiate with--"

"Do you really think these guys want to negotiate?" Mikaela held her head when it pounded again. "They aren't terrorists, they're hostile aliens. Now let's get the fuck out of here before they decide to probe my ass again."

Sam pursed his lips until they turned white and nodded his head slowly in resolve. "I know we're outside the city. I woke up on the way here, and I didn't see any buildings. We're probably close to the desert...or something. My geography isn't that great." He steadied her when she bent to re-tie her boot laces.

The air inside the hangar was cold, but Mikaela still started to sweat under her jacket. She ignored Sam and looked around the area. It was dirty and dingy, but cold and clinical at the same time. By the look of things there were vast doorways leading to other areas of the hangar. She didn't see Megatron anywhere. Maybe he went outside. There really wasn't any time to go peeking out windows. She turned around to resume her assessment of the situation.

Various metal parts from...she couldn't even guess...littered the floor. She knelt by the biggest pile and dug until she found a rusty piece of pipe. Nice and heavy--she tested it in her hands before tossing it to Sam. She pushed her hand deeper into the pile, felt something and pulled out a crowbar almost as long as her arm.

Oh, merry Christmas. Mikaela thought to herself. She looked up at Sam. "If you see Rumble or that freaky little Doctor...bash the shit out of them."

"And what about the bigger ones? The purple one is bigger than Megatron!"

Mikaela scanned the room. "Look around. See if you can find any chains or ropes."

"What good will those do?"

"For making trip wires."

"Tripping giant robots?" Sam wiped at the wet wound on his brow, smearing even more blood against the bridge of his nose. "Won't they just break things like that with their ankles?"

"I don't know!" Mikaela didn't want to debate. "Maybe it'll tangle up on their armor and mess up their joints. Who cares? Sit on your ass if you want, but I'm finding a way OUT of this."

With that, she started checking another pile of scrap. It looked a bit like aircraft parts mixed with automotive. When she happened upon a few Cybertronian symbols, she realized these were parts of Decepticons killed in Egypt. She clamped her teeth against the back of her tongue so she wouldn't gag.

"Hey!" Sam rattled something. "I think I found a utility chain." He held it up--a heavy duty chain bearing a hook on each end.

"See if you can find more."

"There's a ton of them over here. They look kind of like huge bike chains."

"Roll chains?" Mikaela's eyes widened. She didn't know a lot about heavy duty equipment, but she knew roll chains were often used in cranes, which meant they had to be long, built to handle impacts and able to withstand a lot of weight. "Perfect!"

Bending over wasn't as easy as it used to be. Mikaela missed her pre-pregnancy waistline each time she had to kneel. Her thighs were already screaming. Even with piles of chain, she noticed they'd never span the massive doors. Mikaela had Sam help her string them across as much of the door as she could, and hoped for the best.

"...Optimus is coming." Megatron's voice came from far off.

The door wasn't closed tight. Mikaela peeked out into the night, ignoring the cold air that blew across her eyeball. She saw Megatron's feet walking along asphalt, and in the distance the gigantic form she assumed was Shockwave stood like a statue. Starscream crouched at Shockwave's left and Barricade hung around on his right.

Shockwave didn't even have a face. His entire head looked similar to a mutated surveillance camera with a single, eerie eye that glowed amber.

Mikaela heard Sam join her.

"Man...no wonder they're not worried about guarding us. There's nowhere to run to. You sure you want to try and get out of here?"

"Hell yes." She eyed the chain strung less than a quarter of the way across the door. Sam had taken the utility chain and hooked it where the drive chain ended so it was strung all the way over to another pile of parts.

"Got your pipe?" Mikaela hedged.

"Yeah. Got the crowbar?"

"Yup."

They bolted across the floor where the back door took some force to slide open. Icy air blasted their faces. Mikaela coughed and thanked God for heavy winter jackets as wind bit angrily into her cheekbones.

A full moon rose right in front of them, spilling an eerie, dim yellow glow over the ground.

"No matter what happens, we need to keep that building right behind us as long as we can," Sam said. "We'll get further without them seeing--"

Something slammed into Mikaela's back so hard she fell onto her knees.

"No take fetus!" Rumble started digging into her jacket, his hands pulling at her hair. He felt like a metallic monkey clinging onto her shoulders. "No take! Give!"

"Get off her!" Sam spun around and swung the pipe. Mikaela covered her head as a sickening crunch sounded above her.

Rumble hit the ground. He scrambled right back up, but Sam was quicker and bashed the pipe into the little robot's face. Rumble rolled over and charged him. Mikaela snatched up the crowbar she'd dropped, ran over and hooked the curved end into the small mech's shoulder armor. Yanking Rumble off Sam, she hurled him onto the cement and pounded the crowbar repeatedly against his body. All the rage she built up from being violated, scared, jerked around and, most of all, having her child threatened--it came surging through her muscles in a huge tsunami of emotion.

"You--little--bastard!" Mikaela growled. Her eyes were wild like the vision of her younger self.

"Mikaela!" Sam yelled in shock.

Rumble screamed something in Cybertronian. His hand transformed into a gun, but she smashed it before he took aim.

"Bitch human!"

"Shut up!" Mikaela jammed the straight end of the crowbar between Rumble's chest plates and wrenched it sideways. "This'll teach you to threaten my baby, you little piece of shit!" She snarled, driving the crowbar into Rumble's Spark chamber. There was a flash and the tiny mech went limp.

The doors on the other end of the hangar started to open.

Sam grabbed Mikaela's arm. She pulled back the crowbar that now had glowing purple ooze clinging to the tip and they broke into a dead run towards the moon.

"Find them!" Megatron's voice boomed in the distance. Chains suddenly snapped and the next sound was something large crashing into the ground.

Mikaela spotted a line of port-a-potties in the distance. She yanked Sam behind one and leaned back to catch her breath. All the activity set off painful cramping in her belly, like a stitch in her womb. She prayed silently that she hadn't somehow gone into pre-term labor after all of this.

"Hey, you okay?"

Gasping, Mikaela felt her stomach settle down. "Yeah. I-I'm okay."

"Great. Then let's--"

"Shh!"

Faint tremors shook the ground as metal footsteps approached. Chains dragged along the asphalt.

"Ready or not, little fleshlings..." Megatron clenched his claws, "here I come."

Mikaela shoved Sam along the line of port-a-potties. He yanked her hand, halting her.

"I think we're surrounded." Sam's eyes were just two twinkles in the moonlight. His phone buzzed and he grabbed it. "Hello?"

A pause.

"Mikaela...it's Optimus. Wait--what? WHAT?" Sam's mouth dropped. "Oh, no, no, no...you want me to--hello? Hello?"

"What?"

"He told me to run east...and to hide you in one of the port-a-potties until the Decepticons are all distracted."

"And?"

"Then you run north. Bumblebee is gonna find me on the field and Optimus is out there, hiding...or something. Oh, God..."

"Sam..."

"Dammit, Mikaela, I hate this!"

Yeah, but you can walk off when it's done. I still have to give birth and raise this little girl...

Mikaela shook away her bitter thoughts. She held onto his arm, unable to formulate a proper reply. Just when she found one, Sam shoved her into the port-a-potty.

"We'll sort this out later."

His boots thudded on the asphalt. Mikaela heard him yelling insults as he ran.

"There!" Megatron yelled. It sounded like a herd of buffalo approaching.

Mikaela waited until all went quiet. An eerie silence so absolute she could hear her own heart thudding and a soft tapping on the roof above her.

She waited.

The tapping stopped.

Licking her lips, Mikaela cracked the door and used the crowbar to push it open another inch.

The Doctor sprang down from the roof and latched onto her hair. Screaming, Mikaela staggered backwards into the port-a-potty and its door slammed shut, trapping her. She flailed in attempt to shake the spider-like robot off. The claws on her head suddenly disappeared. Mikaela heard the Doctor scuttling along the wall. It was too dark; she couldn't see anything other than the white toilet seat and two round, red optics lining up to her eyes.

"Stand still and this won't hurt." He said. Something on his body glowed dull white. "A brainstem is easy to stimulate until the fetus can survive outside."

Mikaela dropped into a squat as laser fire sliced the wall behind her. She gasped, choking on the putrid smelt of burnt hair. He'd missed her head by millimeters!

Shit! Oh shit, God help me! Mikaela screamed mentally.

Another shot from the Doctor singed her bootlace. There was no room to maneuver in such a tiny space. Mikaela inhaled.

"Wait! Stop...I-I think I'm having contractions! I...oh, God!"

The Doctor didn't move. Mikaela cursed mentally--her plan failed. Was she really going to die here in a smelly port-a-potty?

Elita kicked. Once. Twice.

Mikaela breathed out. She remembered the crowbar in her hands. Her fists clenched around it. The same force that helped her destroy Rumble welled again within her body.

No.

The Doctor violated her. He was an obstacle to the survival of herself and Elita.

Mikaela felt it burning in her bones. A primal instinct known by her ancestors thousands of years ago. Kill, or be killed.

She wanted to live.

Then the Doctor leapt at her, and all thought left Mikaela's mind. She swung the crowbar blindly while the Doctor's claws cut into her jacket, nicking her arm. Her world became a barrage of claws and shrieks and heat from a too-close laser weapon.

Suddenly, the crowbar connected, and the red light went out.

Blinded now, the Doctor fired randomly until Mikaela knocked him off the wall and smashed the crowbar into his arm. She kept hitting him. Over and over, nearly deaf to the crunch of each impact. Once or twice, the Doctor tried to crawl away. She kicked him onto his back and stepped on his legs, pinning him. This mech was far more durable than Rumble, but not nearly as strong. He could only shriek as Mikaela jammed the straight end of the crowbar into his neck joint and pried until his head snapped off. She stomped on it. Then she pounded the still-moving torso. Adrenalin fueled her assault, numbing her to the pain in her tired shoulders and thighs. She kept swinging until the toilet seat and floor were littered with robot parts, oil and spatters of energon that somehow didn't get on her skin.

Then she fled the gruesome scene and prayed for Sam's survival. It wasn't until her feet hit grass that the callousness of her actions hit her. Was she some kind of monster for killing two living, sentient beings? How did Optimus handle doing it every day for millions of years?

They were going to take Elita, Mikaela's rational mind answered. You were defending her life.

Mikaela kept running through grass and brambles. Freezing wind blasted her face. She told herself the tears pouring down her cheeks was the dry air. It hurt to breathe, but she couldn't stop moving.

"Have you sighted the boy?" Starscream rasped in the distance.

Shockwave answered from further away. "He may have entered the ditch!"

"Find him! Better yet, find the female!"

Mikaela didn't hear Barricade at all. She faced the directions the voices came from, but the moonlight only let her see faint flickers of distant optics or reflections off armor.

Suddenly, servos whirred behind her. Too fast to react. She shrieked as hands cupped her body and pulled her forward.

"Mikaela!" A familiar voice spoke. "Mikaela, it's me."

Mikaela focused on two gentle, blue optics and fought down the sudden tears of relief flooding to the surface. "Optimus...oh, God..." Her entire form quaked so hard that he adjusted his hands to prevent her from falling. "S-Sam...he's--"

"Bumblebee has him. We have a strategic plan of attack in place to cover your departure." Optimus petted her back with his other thumb. She noticed he wasn't kneeling, but lying in an army-crawl position on the ground.

"So Bumblebee and Sam are okay?"

"Ratchet repaired Bumblebee quickly. The damage was minor. Sam is fine, Mikaela." Optimus frowned. "Ultra Magnus informed me of an interesting distraction he plans to use. You need to be well away from here in case it fails."

"I hope it works."

"So do I. Now, Mikaela," Optimus looked straight into her eyes. "Bumblebee is taking up a position a hundred yards behind my feet. Run to him. He will take you to safety."

Don't break down yet! Mikaela screamed at the hot swelling in her chest and throat. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine." He winked at her, "You have a Prime within you. She needs to live."

Seeing Optimus only to leave him again...it hurt.

Optimus drew her closer and she felt his lip plates brush her cheek and shoulder. "I love you...and it will be okay."

His touch wasn't cold like Megatron's. He felt warm, alive and safe. She placed her hands on his bottom lip plate and touched her lips to it. "I love you, too. You'd better come back alive, dammit."

"I will. Now go." Optimus lifted his head. He moved her quickly to the side. "Hurry!"

Mikaela skipped to catch her balance and sprinted past Optimus' legs. Pausing for just a second, she saw Optimus inch forward in the grass and emit a powerful electric-sounding chirp. Another chirp answered from far off. A third squealed somewhere near the source of the second. The fourth was directly ahead. She didn't hear the fifth.

"Mikaela!" Optimus twisted around to frown at her. "Get going!"

Gulping, Mikaela resumed her course. Optimus' feet disappeared out of her peripheral vision. She ran for what felt like miles before she saw the moon's glow shimmer on Bumblebee's windshield. Bumblebee rolled forward and swung open his passenger door, and Mikaela threw herself in before he reached a complete stop. "Go!"

Bumblebee took off for the paved road Mikaela didn't realize they were ten feet from. He drove behind the hangar, stopped and idled. Mikaela saw Ultra Magnus drive by, a white streak against the night. Bumblebee jolted forward, took a left around the hangar and drove parallel to the battlefield. Mikaela glimpsed Ultra Magnus getting behind the Decepticons and transforming. How they didn't notice him boggled her, but not nearly as much as what happened next.

Ultra Magnus charged right at the three Decepticons. Shockwave turned around, weapons at ready. Then Ultra Magnus stopped, his cannons drawn...

...and then his radio blared:

"Never gonna give you up.

Never gonna let you down.

Never gonna run around and desert you.

Never gonna make you cry.

Never gonna say goodbye.

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you..."

Shockwave was so busy gawking that he never saw Optimus sneak up behind him. Starscream and Barricade yelled out in alarm a second too late. Even Mikaela missed it because Bumblebee started rolling again, and they passed a shed at the moment of the attack.

Explosion after explosion rocked the landscape. Bumblebee's side mirrors cracked from the shockwaves.

Mikaela looked at Sam. He was covered in dirt and grass. His eyes met hers and he smiled shakily. She couldn't quite return it.

The hangar exploded behind them. Bumblebee swerved around the flaming metal raining down in his path. Mikaela saw Megatron's disjointed image in the Camaro's fractured side mirror. Against the orange fire he was a jagged silhouette walking towards them, his red optics glowing sadistically.

"Oh, shit! Bumblebee, go!"

Optimus emerged from the wall of flames and slammed into Megatron's back. They rolled across the tarmac, grappling and tearing at each other. Up ahead, Ironhide fired his cannons into the air. The roar of a jet gave away Starscream's cowardly retreat. On the field, Ultra Magnus and Barricade fought, but Mikaela gasped when she noticed Ultra Magnus only using one arm.

Shadows moved against the burning hangar.

"You loved me as deeply as you love her," Megatron cooed.

"That was a long time ago, Megatron." Optimus said back. He drove his knee into the Decepticon leader's jaw. Megatron recovered and grabbed Optimus' arm, his other claw lightly stroking over metal and windshield glass before sliding up to caress his battle mask.

"Forget the female. I'm willing to love you again, if--"

Optimus reached up and took Megatron's hand. He narrowed his eyes and pushed it away just as the blade came flying out. "Love doesn't come with stipulations."

Megatron's optics flared. "Then she will watch you die!"

He wrenched his arm free, spun around--and Optimus performed a fantastic backwards handspring to avoid having his legs sawed off. They locked again, metal gnashing on metal as the fire raged around them.

Megatron said "if."

Mikaela chewed on her bottom lip.

Megatron could love Optimus again if he turned his back on her, Elita and the Autobots.

She glanced at Sam.

Sam could love her again if she turned her back on Optimus, Elita and her own heart.

Bumblebee skidded around a corner and the fight faded into the distance. Mikaela let her head fall back against the seat. She closed her eyes and shivered despite her warm jacket.

Optimus never said "if."
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