A/N Okay, I am about to write blindly here.

I know that this was supposed to be a one shot, but Jessangel249 and Kali's reviews were just too terrific for me to get away with that un-hounded by guilt. So, here it is. Absolutely no plans, just random attempts to make this interesting.

Note for last chapter: Lugnut couldn't feel his bondmate because their sparks are all merged into one. Make sense?

OIO

Blitzwing adjusted his monocle slightly. The red lens shifted to a new spectrum, appearing to turn the tower before Blitzwing inside out and clearly illuminating the bots within.

Balanced carefully on the edge of a nearby skyscraper, Blitzwing leaned towards the window. Hopefully, he would be able to overhear their conversation. He didn't care what they said, he just wanted them to speak.

The triple-changer had traveled in complete silence for orns now, half-expecting and half-begging Primus for the program to malfunction and for his other personalities to burst onto the surface. The chances were so slim, even Random would have said Cold was asking a bit much from fate but he didn't care. He'd never asked fate for help before.

Not since…before…anyway.

Blitzwing shook his pondering away with a growl. He had to focus. It had taken him a full vorn to sneak back to Cybertron through the active Space Bridge, and another vorn to sneak up here unnoticed, and he didn't plan on going back down empty-servoed. All he had to do was wait for his quarry to be left alone…and that could take mega-cycles.

If only he could hear them!

Blitzwing froze as something inside of him whirred to life. Suddenly, he could literally see the transmissions swirling around him as they floated skyward from the busy streets below. His calculating mind instantly traced the most convenient audio signal into the office and he plugged in, listening stoically as the voices suddenly became clear and strong.

How did I do zat? He wondered. No voices in his mind commented on his thought. No one teased him or told him to shut up. No theories, no bizarre ideas to trigger his own inspiration. Blitzwing sighed and turned his mind back to the voices now sifting through his audio filter.

"Thank you, Cliffjumper. I assume the bodies were disposed of properly?"

"Sure were. Opt…Magnus Prime took care of that. He even helped load the corpses into the well himself. He's got a lot of respect for his enemies, I'll give him that." Cliffjumper trailed off suspiciously. "Maybe too much respect…"

Blitzwing chuckled under his breath, his voice unusually deep. "He always was so suspicious. That's why I found him so useful." Blitzwing blinked. Shockwave had mentioned that to him before, but Blitzwing had never met the bot personally. Odd, he must have gotten an extra dose of the intelligence bot.

"I'll have none of that here, Cliffjumper, if you please." Alpha Trion interrupted, though Blitzwing could hear the amusement in his vocalizer. "I need to prepare my report for the Senate." He paused. "It says here all but one of the Decepticons were found…"

Blitzwing held his breath.

"Yeah. Waspinator. He probably ran for it. Don't worry, sir. He isn't much of a threat, just a nutcase." Cliffjumper paused. "Want me to put Sentinel on it again?"

"No." Alpha Trion replied shortly. Sentinel was still low on the popularity list, apparently. "Send Bumblebee and the Twins. It will be good exercise for when they become a team."

Blitzwing sighed, relieved. They'd found the fake body, then. He wondered briefly if his preprogrammed shell had gone down fighting. He hoped it had, anyways. He didn't want to be remembered as a weakling.

Another part of him sighed, too. Those Twins had so much potential. Flying Autobots…the world really was coming to an end. If only he could activate their Decepticon programming, then they could really be spectacular!

Blitzwing shook himself. He was getting distracted again. Without Random and Angry around to make him focus he was starting to go mad. He couldn't let that affect him. Alpha Trion was old, but Blitzwing had no intention of underestimating anyone, not when his…multiple lives were depending on him.

Cliffjumper left the office after a few more breems. Blitzwing slid from his perch, falling several stories before activating his thrusters and gliding into an open hangar bay at the tower's base.

He almost laughed at the lack of security. He knew it was because all the Decepticons were "dead", but nonetheless. This would be easier than he had thought.

Blitzwing slipped around the corner. Activating a special file inside his laser core, Blitzwing brought Oil Slick's ninja training to bear. Reveling in his new grace, Blitzwing silently ascended several flights of stairs. He passed several bots, but not even one of them heard his approach or his departure. It was as though he didn't exist.

In a lot of ways, he supposed he didn't.

OIO

Alpha Trion watched Cliffjumper leave before slumping down into his chair with a sigh. He turned his chair so he was facing the window. The holographic screen flickered as the sound dampener vanished and the projection parted to give him a look out over the city. He stroked his metallic beard thoughtfully as he ran a mental check over his assignments for the day.

Perceptor and Red Alert wanted to interview the techno-organic from the Earth team. He'd sent a query to her new address at Prowl's old home and received no response as of yet. She was, of course, busy. He would wait a few days.

Rodimus Prime was rallying support to search for the bodies of bots he suspected had been murdered by intelligence agent Shockwave. Blurr, in particular, was being searched for. Alpha Trion had signed a waiver for the Prime to allow him access to all the junkyards in this quadrant of space. Hopefully, the Prime would find something.

The Seeker Clones were scheduled for trial in a few days. There was a lot of controversy over whether they should be held responsible for the marks they were born with. Alpha Trion knew for a fact the Council planned to have them all imprisoned and studied, despite public opinion either way.

Bulkhead wanted him to check the schematics for a new Space Bridge design. He'd mentioned something about personal travel devices as well, now that there was no threat of Decepticons abusing that technology.

First Aid had called in to say Ultra Magnus was fully recovered and ready for retirement to the Council. Alpha Trion was most pleased. They needed another voice for the Council. The old magnus would be a welcome addition.

Alpha Trion ticked a few more items off the list before moving on to personal goals. Optimus (as Alpha still called him) needed to be talked to. The new Magnus had become withdrawn for some reason, avoiding comments and performing his duties without any enthusiasm. Often, he just sent Sentinel or Jazz to do the work for him. (To everyone's shock, Optimus had granted Sentinel a position as his General and a member of his personal advice group. Sentinel was thrilled, and he filled the role perfectly.) Alpha Trion had a feeling that Optimus was hiding something. It was beginning to wear off on everyone. The restlessness was even beginning to affect Alpha Trion. He couldn't shake the feeling of something being out of place…something was just…wrong.

The door slid open.

Alpha Trion turned. Had he forgotten an appointment with…

"Blitzwing?" The old Cybertronian's optics widened in shock as the tall mech closed the door behind him, uneven optics leveled at the bot before him.

"Allo, Master Titanium." Blitzwing affirmed quietly as he locked the door. "I need to talk to you about something."

Alpha Trion remained frozen in his seat, his jaw flapping uselessly like an organic goldfish for a few moments. "H-how? You died…I saw them drag your body…" He trailed off. "There's something different about you…where are your brothers?"

Cold chuckled in a voice quite unlike his own. "They are…asleep at the moment." Then he recovered. "I need your halp, Master Titanium."

"It's Alpha Trion now. Especially to you." The old mech responded stiffly, his servos clenching on top of the desk. Then he relaxed, his servos slipping underneath and out of sight. "What do you want?"

Cold leveled his monocle at the Cybertronian before him. "You told me vonce zat I could valk in at any time if I needed halp. You said that I could use it if I needed to. You promised."

Alpha Trion's optics widened in disbelief. "That was…that was eons ago, back when you were still b…"

Blitzwing's optics flashed with pain and anger.

"You've changed, Blitzfreeze." Alpha Trion continued. He was remarkably calm for someone facing a recently-thought-dead-maniac-about-to-steal-the-key-to-all-life. "I promised you that so you could raise your family. Not, so you could abuse it as a Decepticon."

Blitzwing's optics dulled. "Family?" They brightened again. "Zis is for my family, Alpha Trion."

Alpha Trion's gaze hardened. "No."

Blitzwing shook his head. "I vas hoping I vouldn't have to hurt you."

"So was I." Alpha Trion's servos reappeared. The gun fired once, the laser puncturing the metal on Blitzwing's chest and sending the giant crumpling to the floor. His blue eyes drooped sadly as he moved around the desk. He placed a hand on Blitzwing's helmet, stroking it softly as his mind retreated to other times. Then he subspaced the weapon and turned towards the door.

Blitzwing's hand wrapped all the way around Alpha Trion's arm and crushed it as he was yanked back. Blitzwing's optics were the color of lava as his voice became cracked and indignant. "You dare to strike me?"

The wall approached too fast for the old mech to defend himself. Alpha Trion collapsed to the floor. "You…you should be dead!"

Blitzwing's laugh was practically a screech. "That's a funny thing about us. All death does is make us a little crankier and a little meaner."

"Us?" Alpha Trion gasped in pain as Blitzwing deliberately stepped on his leg.

The triple changer's lips were curled in a confident smirk as he ruthlessly bore down on the old mech's strut. That smirk…he'd seen it…where…?

A deep voice rumbled out of Blitzwing's cockpit as he raised his fist. "Where is the key, Trion?"

He managed to look somewhat defiant. "You can't abuse the power of Vector Sigma. I won't let you."

Blitzwing laughed, his voice cold and metallically calculating. "Affirmed: location obtained." His voice remained cold, but seemed to gain a strange, familiar accent. "I already know where it is, Senator. I just needed to scan your databanks at close range. Amazing how easy that was."

The triplechanger lifted his fist. A heavy growl ripped through his vocalizer. "Nighty-night, Senator. All hail Megatron!"

Blitzwing looked down at the limp form with no small amount of satisfaction. Then he slowly pried off the Senator's chest piece. Ignoring the spark pulsing within, Blitzwing inspected the inside of the metal part. There, tucked away inside a small niche in the armor, lay half of a small metal object that looked like a cube. Prying it loose, Blitzwing tossed the armor piece aside triumphantly before stalking to the window.

He launched himself into the air, chuckling to himself.

One down, one to go.

Blitzwing stopped abruptly. He glanced at the piece in his hand, surprised. Then he glanced back at the tower. A small shiver ran through his frame.

Vhat…vhat happened?

OIO

A/N Okay…rambling set one is complete. Should there be more? Anyone?

-"Master Titanium" is Alpha Trion's Chinese name. I thought it sounded cooler than A3. 

-That whole "hint hint" thing in the Alpha Trion scene, I don't need to go into it unless you want me to.

-"All death does is make us a little crankier and a little meaner" is a line in the comics, commenting on Starscream and Megatron's survival skills.

-Oh yeah, and Blitzwing can't die. Starscream's presence mutates and protects their sparks just like it did for his own (though none of them are aware of that…yet.)

I really hope I'm not making Blitz too OC.

So, should I do a chapter on Blitzwing dealing with being alone or move on to Ultra Magnus or…what? I am open to any and all suggestions!!! (I seriously made this chapter up this morning. I have NO idea where to go now.)