Transformers/Beast Wars 1. Good bye

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Optimus looked down at the sight of the corpse on front of him. "It wasn't supposed to end this way," he murmured.

"Hey now, you knew there as no other option at all, Optimus... Don't fret the past, you have to go on now." Ratchet attempted to soothe his leader. "Don't fret? Don't fret?! I cannot believe you just have told me that, Ratchet! I murdered my own daughter!"

"Optimus..."

"No, I am not going to listen to you go on about it all! I killed more than her! I killed LIVING AND SENTIANT BEINGS!"

"You didn't have a choice!" "Yes I did, Ratchet. When I spoke up, I had choice. I took the choice to start the war. If I hadn't said anything..."

"We would have suffocated in tyranny." "You don't know that! Maybe he wouldn't have done this if I didn't -"

"Stop it, just stop it! This is not going them change anything at all Optimus! Slag, if we'd known it would have happened, do you think we would have done something?"

Optimus turned away. "You don't know, Ratchet. You don't known a slagging thing about him, do you?"l

"I know who Megatron is, and who he was to you, Optimus! And don't think your daughter's death is your fault! Megatron manipulated her, she made her own choices from there on!"

Optimus shook his head slowly. "Ratchet..."

"If you think for some second that I'm going to let you go, then you're wrong!"

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

Silence met his words.

Finally, the last words said between those two old friends were let into the air.

"Goodbye, Ratchet."


	2. Save all the fantasies for another day

_Zuzu's note: OH MY GOODNESS! I am soo sorry about it being formatting! Thanks for alerting me, Queen Akadenna Hawk! So, hopefully this shows up. Enjoy!_

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Love is a pretty powerful thing is what Arcee thought one day. It could build you up until you're with Primus or it could tear your apart.

Love is what tore her apart. Apparently she wasn't alone.

Optimus had a love once. Said love ended up trying to murder him day in and day out.

Said love killed many innocents, and many guilty.

Said love was Megatron.

Arcee and the others never knew much about that part of his life.

They know they worked together but they never knew the closeness. Ratchet described it as a brotherly bond. Both lovers knew it was more.

That is what made Arcee wonder why Optimus was so quiet, so calm, so... serene. It was as if he didn't feel emotions. Just a blank nothingness.

She didn't realise that she hit the mark.

Optimus didn't feel anything since... since a long time. He felt nothing since an incident had rendered emotions... impractical and dangerous. Both those things together was a bad mixture was his conclusion.

So everything from then on, it was blank. Anger didn't exist... happiness was such a rarity to be treaured.

But they didn't know why Optimus didn't feel... the incident was always avoided at all costs.

That brought back the feeling... of pain, the misery, the... the love.

Arcee mused over it. Was it possible that her strong and fearless leader was afraid of the pain that came with the commitment of love?

... No, it couldn't be.

She shook her head slowly.

"Save all the fantasies for another day."


	3. Smokescreen: LOST AGAIN!

I knew getting lost was a frickin bad idea, but I still went and did it. Geez, I'm a frickin idiot! And now I'm talking to myself again... why the fuck did I make that turn?

Hey, is that... no, it's not. Damnit. This is not going to be a good day, or week, depending on how I mange to right myself...

Ah, who am I kidding? I'm lost in south America and that's now where near Jasper! Everything looks the same, damn. This is why you listen to order, you moron!

I really want to get back now... it's getting kinda lonely now, without anyone around... if I were human, I could just walk into a town and ask where I am. But no, I'm a Cybertornian so now I can't do that at all!

Maybe if I follow my footsteps, Ill find them... or they'll come looking for me. I'm pretty sure my sign is on!

Ah, fuck it all. It's been five hours! They're probably back at base now, going about they're daily business...

Why couldn't I listen? Why did I think this was such a grand sho I recut?

Think, Smokescreen, think!

Wait a minute! My commlink!

"Smokescreen, do you read?" Wow, that's frickin good timing!

"Yeah I read you loud and clear, boss."

"You're lost again, aren't you?"

"Yeah - wait, what do you mean, again?!"

The Prime chuckled. "All right then, I'll have Ratchet send a ground bridge."

"But seriously! What do you mean, again!" Methinks I doth protest too much.

"Remember Friday?" What... "oh, that... I wasn't that lost! I was just taking the scenic route!" Amulet chuckle. "If you say so."

"Awww come on, cut a mech some slack here!"


	4. Complicated

"So, how do I look?" Jack asked, for potentially the hundredth time. Miko sighed. "You look fine, Jackie. Why the hell are you dressed like that, anyway?"

"First impressions are everything, Miko! Don't you know that?" "No and no." "Miko!"

Miko set her phone down. "Jack, for one I am going to be serious. This shit's not necessary! You're dressing up like you're a goddamnned millionaire, and you're so charming. Well, you're not, and you never will be! You're just going to be a let down. Sierra knows you're not that kind of guy, so stop fooling yourself. You swore to honesty, why are you breaking it now?

Jack, you're a really neat guy. You're a likeable guy. You don't need to do this. Just dress normally. Girls like honesty. They admire it."

"Miko -"

"No 'but's here. Seriously, take that damn tux off and put your shirt on. Arcee's taking you, for crying out loud! You need to relax! Stop trying to be the stereotypical dream guy, you look like a stupid fool."

"M-"

"I'm not clear enough yet? Wow, thickheaded much? Chill out, bro. Just let it go wherever the hell it goes. Don't be somebody else you're not. It makes things to damn complicated, especially later on."

"Miko is correct, Jackson." Somehow neither party noticed the gigantic cybertronian standing before them. "Faking who you are will destroy all credibility you have, and will cause others to doubt your honesty later on."

"I guess you're right." Jack grudgingly admitted. "But what am I supposed to wear now? I came here wearing this, going back now will make me late."

Miko was stuck by an idea. "C'mere, Jackie. I've got a brilliant idea..."

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**_A/N: Wow, I still have this! Thank you, Fanfiction! You guys probably don't get why this is a big deal for me. Well, I'll explain. A month ago, I accidentally deleted my entire one-shots collection by accident over on Archiveofourown. And my offline backups were corrupted. So when I went in to my documents folder just a few minutes ago, I had a "HALLELUJAH!" moment when I found I had some still in here. Just in the nick of time, as well._**


	5. Matryoshka

Everything must end, and she knew this. She knew his leaving was inevitable, but that didn't numb the pain at all.

She wanted to to see him again. But they simply couldn't spare the time and energon on that.

She knew that what she was doing was probably one of the shittiest ways of coping, but she was beyond the point of caring. So she buried herself in her music, and drinking.

They told her she was broken... it took all her strength to not strike them in the face. She simply continued on, because what other choice did she have?

It was getting worse. She gave up. Just keep singing, even if it's off key. Memories always flooded her mind, onto paper in the notes she wrote. Now, the once familiar and comforting language seemed cruel and unforgiving, just like the notes carried nothing but flat monotone.

She wanted hurt herself. She's driving herself insane. She's only fifteen.

But then again, most fifteen year olds aren't involved in a war that lasted millennia. So much death...

Death... it didn't seem like such a foreign concept now.

She would always be the dare devil. She's going to remain the crazy outcast. She's going to remain the girl they knew.

Because she enjoyed defying fate.

She kept at it.

Because one day, he's going to come back. Right?


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Transformers/Beast Wars