"All good things come at a cost."

Despite being surrounded by people, Hana had never felt more lonely.

Hana would smile, but every time it felt fake.

Smiles were just a way she covered up how she was feeling.

Smiles were just the way she avoided thinking about him.

Smiles were the only thing that were stopping the Smith woman from breaking down completely.

People around her needed smiles, so she gave them to them.

Hana never felt more alone with her smiles.

🖤

"Ah! This sucks!"

"Miko," Bulkhead started only to stopped by a glare from the girl.

"You can't tell me otherwise," the girl snapped at him, "You guys lost your base, for Primus sake! I can't contact Logan(neither can Pan), and we're in the middle of nowhere!"

Bulkhead sighed, "Got me there," he said dejectedly.

Miko wasn't a happy chappie, "I miss Logan," she muttered.

Her thoughts remained on the dark brown haired hazel eyed male. His infectious smile as he laughed, the way his eyes lit up when seeing her. Even the mischievous grin that would cross his face when they devised a great pranking plan.

Miko sighed as she looked to the stars, she could only hope that Logan would understand after all this was over.

If it would ever end.

🖤

Alik sighed as he turned off his phone.

His heart tugging painfully when he lay back on his bed.

There had still been no word from Jack, and after the missile silo where Hana had told him had hid the Autobot base had been destroyed.

Alik screwed his eyes shut.

There was just so much that he didn't understand.

What could've happened? Did Megatron fire at the base?

The boy groaned as his arm went up to lay across his forehead.

"Get back soon, Jack," Alik muttered feeling lost, "I might just go insane here."

He didn't mean it though. He just wanted to see the male he had fallen in love with.

🖤

Nilsa Queen was beside herself with worry. Not only had the town she had grown to call home just get destroyed, not only was everyone from Jasper now at her clinic which was lucky enough to be outside of town, but that Pocahontas "Hana" Smith had managed to find her.

Telling her more about the Autobot/Decepticon war, explaining things that Arcee didn't.

It hurt. But Nilsa shoved the pain aside when more people came to her, looking confused and lost.

A smile plastered over her face hid the worry she felt for those in Team Prime.

🖤

Hermes couldn't help but look over at Nilsa, a worried look on his face that relaxed soon enough when she started helping a group of confused people.

It was in her blood, all this helping that she did. She may claim to be a coldhearted killer, but this was who she truly was.

Hermes shook his head to get rid of his thoughts, "Something wrong?" Carlos asked from beside him. The archer looking concerned for his best friend's friend.

"No," Hermes gave him a small smile, "Just thinking."

🖤

Logan looked up at the Cybertronian.

"So, Pan was friends with you?" He asked Smokescreen.

"Yep," The young mech nodded, "The deadly silence she was."

Logan laughed, "I trust you then," he said stepping into the mech's servo that was offered to him.

Smokescreen's optics lit up, "Fantastic!"

🖤

Optimus Prime couldn't help but smile at the disapproving looks of the ghostly Primes around him.

"You've really mucked up this time," Amalgamous told the younger mech with a shake of his helm. The usually joking mech was quite grim.

"The hope's fading," Prima sighed, his optics looking at something that was unseeable to Optimus.

"They'll get through it," Optimus said, "They always do."

"And what about you?" Vector asked, "If you leave them, who's to take up the reins?"

"You all know perfectly who," Optimus said, all humor disappearing from his spark at this topic.

"Panacea?" Solus said, her optics narrowed on the youngest of them, "Smokescreen? Bumblebee? Logan? You would willing endanger innocent sparks and souls for this?"

Optimus's conviction faltered slightly at the carrier-like nature of the femme, before he shook it off, "They are the only ones who will carry on the title of Prime."

Solus's frame visibly tensed up as her eyes flashed with protectiveness anger, "Optimus-"

The femme was stopped by Megatronus placing his servo on her shoulder.

"If you believe so, Optimus," Megatronus said, his tone cold as he looked harshly at the mech, "But you know our thoughts, and the consequences of this."

"Smokescreen and Logan are coming," Micronus announced making the Primes look back to where the two of the four possible choices would come.

"May Primus guide you, Optimus Prime," Prima told the mech before the twelve left him, moving through rubble as if they weren't actually there.

Guilt for his decision and his fellow Primes reaction it to, rained on Optimus Prime's spark as Smokescreen picked off a sheet of metal, only to gasp in both joy and horror at the sight of Optimus.

And the small, innocent human with wonder in his eyes on the young mech's shoulder only add to it.

🖤

Panacea Hammer's eyes watched the landscape as Ratchet's alt-mode drove.

Her lips tugged down in a thoughtful frown. Her fingers tapped against her completely shut off phone.

The girl's boyfriend(?)/guardian left her alone, knowing that even just his presence was helping his charge remain from breaking down.

Both Cybertronian and human were weighted down with the guilt of surviving, or somehow returning from the dead.

"Do you think Optimus will be okay?"

Another thing the medic had yet to get used to. The melody that was his charge's voice. It had changed after she came back from the nonliving, not much, but it was a change that he could notice and have to adapt to.

"I hope so," Ratchet answered with a sigh.

Pan's lips twitched upwards, "Wrench if not?"

Ratchet chuckled, "Wrench if not," he agreed.

And despite the grim situation they were in, the air lightened slightly.

Of course I couldn't kill Pan off completely! Pan is my small muffin that should never be separated from Ratchet!

I'll probably go on about her death and how she returned, slowly throughout this book.

Hope you enjoyed!
Feedback?