Ratchet's p.o.v

I woke up in my human body to see Drift next to me. His bloody shirt torn and thrown aside. His chest was wrapped and his breathing was steady. His helmet was thrown to the side and his dark hair was in a messy sloppy bun. Blood soaked the bandage.

"Doc?" I look to see WheelJack.

His human from still throughs me off. "Hi WheelJack." I mutter. He smiles sincerely, "How you feeling?" I shrug, "fine." He nods absentmindedly. "Are you ok?" He shrugs also. "As long as you are." I looked away. "How is everyone else?" He looks out of the med bay  and chuckles then gestures for me to look. Crosshairs, Hot Rod, and Bumblebee were snoozing on the crates. Crosshairs had an arm around Hot Rod who was leaning into him. Bumblebee was curled up alone.

"They fell asleep in bot mode?" WheelJack nods, "they didn't seem to mind." I chuckle a bit. "How is Drift?" He looked up at him, "Jazz says he's gonna pull through. He may be sore for a while but alright." I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding in, "thank Primus." I mumble. WheelJack agrees.

"Hey, could you help we get the kid off of meh?" We look to see Crosshairs trying to slowly remover his arm and servo. "Course." WheelJack snickers then holds Hot Rod up, careful to not wake him. Crosshairs gets up and smiles warmly.

"You outta just call him brother like Bumblebee and Hot Rod do to each other," I smirk. "What?" Crosshairs asks, surprised. "You know what he said," WheelJack puts in. "Whatever."

Crosshairs walks away.

"He cares." WheelJack laughs. Bumblebee stirs slightly. Then Smokescreen walks in with a wore face and a yawn. "How's your side doing?" I ask and he slightly jumps. "Good. How are you doing?" He reverses the conversation to me, "I'm doing alright."

Awkward silence fills the air. Bumblebee then wakes up. His faceplates looked ragged. "Bumblebee, go get some real sleep." He nods groggily.

He stops. I'm the middle of the hallway and turns around. He comes towards me then hugs me tightly. For the first time ever, I wasn't take aback. "Thank you." I say. He smiles then walks down the hall.

"I hope he lives until his last cycle." WheelJack cuts in as he sets down an energon cube I hadn't known he had went to get. "Do you want me to shift to bot form?" He nods. I do so and take the energon cube, thankfully. "Where is the rest of the group?"

"Arcee is in her quarters along with Bulk. The kids are on vacation. Optimus is at the control panel." I ask, "is Optimus in his human form?" WheelJack answers with a thumbs up.

I switch to human form and point to a pair of crutches that Bumblebee had used once before. "I'm gonna go tweak with my ship." WheelJack dismisses himself.

Optimus is checking everything at every given moment. "How is everything Ratchet?" I nod mumbling under my breath. "I hear Drift is making a full recovery." I acknowledge it with a nod. "Is something bothering you, old friend?" I look down almost ashamed. "Do you think the humans can hold back Megatron long enough? Just long enough for us to make a coordinated plan to put an end to this war?"

"With all things considered and all we have done here on Earth, in my spark, I do believe we can pull this off."

"I'm glad you think so, Optimus."

Hot Rods p.o.v

I awoke with a groan and sitting up. I noticed I was in bot form so instantly stood up and went into human form so that I could check on Drift. His dirty abdomen made me feel deep sorrow. The bloody soaked bandage was enough to make me look away. I felt shame, hatred, and most of all helpless. Shame was for not being there. Hatred for the evil warlord who had done this. Helplessness because I know I can't take the pain away. I set a hand on his abs. "Goodnight, rest easy my friend." I walked away and into my room. I was too tired for conversations. I cuddled into my blanket and smiled warmly, at least the warlord is put away.

   Optimus' p.o.v

     IronHide, Ratchet, WheelJack, Crosshairs Jazz, and I sat in the back with all the storage units. Sitting on crates and using one as a table. IronHide, Crosshairs, and WheelJack were the only one with high grade energon. "So, when do we demolish the rest of those punks?" IronHide took another gulp of his energon. "Whenever the time is right and they are in their weakest point. We should all be strong and back on our feet before we put on a full attack." Jazz nods in agreement but stops, "but Optimus, we don't have time. Megatron is not stupid. He knows ways to get out of some prison. Ratchet glares at the energon in his servo. "Why not get Agent Fowler to take Megatron out of prison and hand him over to us?" WheelJack mutters bitterly. "Too dangerous." Ratchet answers.

     "What does it matter? The guy is still in there. When he starts hurting people is when he gets out to the army. You know what Bumblebee went through out there! He had to kill a human for Primus sake. He was shot by one!" Crosshairs growls. Venom dripping off every word. "You're right. But, we don't have long. Let's enjoy our peace we have now." I proceed. Jazz sticks his cube out to the middle of the table, "to world peace." We nod and clank our cubes together and take a swig.

     "Wow, already with the high grade?" We all look to the opening that leads to the main hall and see Drift. Has arm wrapped around his chest protectively. "Oh Primus." Crosshairs stands up as quick as possible. He smacks his bracelet to hug the human form. He hugs him, gently. Crosshairs then let's go, "uh yeah, um how are you?" Drift shrugs, "hurts a bit but I'm good." Crosshairs taps his bracelet and now Drift is a bot like the rest of us. Crosshairs hits his once more also. "Join us." WheelJack pulls a seat up beside him and Crosshairs. "Thanks." Ratchet gives him regular energon.

     "So, what happened to Megatron?" IronHide makes sure he gets to tell the news. "He's in prison." Drifts optics widen, "already?" Hide nods. Drift takes a surprise sip of energon then wipes his mouth. "Wow." We all sit there for a moment, "so, what do we do now?" I look around the table. "Now we enjoy each other's company. We catch up on everything we've missed these past few years." They all smile, "sounds good."

   Megatrons p.o.v

     I hit the light above me, breaking the light bulbs glass and letting it shatter around me. I walk to my bed. My frown deepening. My cell was now the darkest, the way I like it. No matter what happens here. I'm getting out!