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Warning (s) : Language, graphic scenes (later on), slash (don't like, don't read), and character death.

Now... here is your new chapter of Unstoppable... ENJOY!

Darkness.

Nothing.

Pitch black.

But then... voices.

They were muffled at first but slowly they were becoming louder. Unfortunately, Loryn's form laid still as a small stream of blood flowed from the wound on her temple spilling red liquid down her head, staining her hair a darker shade of red. As people gathered their fears were realized...

No pulse.

Miranda and Sunstreaker vaulted over the fence of the arena, hoping to make sure that the girl was okay. The blonde bolted to the brunette's side, falling to his knees and placing his hands on either side of her face.

"Loryn... Hey, c'mon you gotta get up! Loryn? Loryn!"

Sunstreaker's eyes went wide as no response came. He felt his hands begin to shake in fear and shock. Miranda grabbed onto the blonde's shoulders, pulling him back as two paramedics placed their equipment on the ground. One of the paramedics barked orders for everyone to stand back as the other was preparing Loryn's prone form for the AED. He tore the girl's shirt open as his partner was pulling out the pads.

"Give her some room, damnit!" Miranda shouted at Sunstreaker, her arms were wrapped around his middle, attempting to hold the larger male back.

The blonde was desperate to save Loryn. Miranda did her best to hold him back but that was easier said than done. The frontliner growled angrily at the younger girl, his eyes were with rage.

"Don't you dare growl at me!" The Californian snarled. She released Sunstreaker from her grip as he whirled to face her. She knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt her, but Miranda still readied her hands. One cannot take chances. She remembered.

"I could've done something to stop her! She wouldn't be in this position if I had just taken her home!" Sunstreaker yelled.

Miranda sarcastically laughed. "Pfft, no you couldn't!" Sunstreaker felt insulted, his eyes were narrowing dangerously at his friend.

"Would you just shut up? You've done enough!"

"Oh? Like you?"

After several moments of prepping the machine, all voices drew quiet as a good amount of shock was delivered to the barrel racer. Her body jumped from the ground and fell back down... nothing. Sunstreaker was now starting to panic. His spark was racing at a million miles a minute. Fear was coursing through his veins, rushing straight to his brain.

"What the hell are you talking about?" The blonde asked as the paramedics tried to revive the girl for the second time.

Miranda shook her head. "She's just as stubborn at you are. Hell maybe more." She then looked up, her normally blue eyes shifted to a storm cloud black as she glowered. "Now I suggest you back the frag off and let them do their job before I drag your sorry aft out of here regardless of the situation at hand."

Sunstreaker faltered slightly as he sputtered."But Loryn... she needs me!" Why couldn't she understand?

"Damnit Sunny! She'll survive!" Miranda snapped. "SHE. WILL. BE. FINE."

"I got a pulse!"

And that's when Sunstreaker's world stopped.

Sunstreaker's head whirled around to see Loryn's eyes slightly opened with a small oxygen mask over her mouth. One of the paramedics was talking quietly to her, explaining what had happened while the other was working on her head wound. The blonde heard a sigh behind him and then felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see Miranda with sympathy on her face.

"Sunstreaker, you are a good person and she is damn lucky to have you." She blinked and shook her head. "Damn what am I saying? I'm not a relationship therapist."

"Are you getting to a point Miranda? Cause you're starting to bore me."

She sighed. "My point is: Shit happens Sunny and you're going to have to deal with it. It's Life after all." A thought crossed her mind and she chuckled again. "I hate to admit I've missed that asinine attitude of yours."

He only snorted in response. "And I missed your NDE's." Miranda rolled her eyes and uttered a small laugh. Sunstreaker, truthfully, was touched. He just didn't want to show it. However Miranda seemed to know already and just gave him a wink. Damn that human. She seemed to know everything.

"The oh-so many times eh?" She replied as she patted her friend on the shoulder. Miranda shifted her head slightly and indicated behind him. Understanding quickly he nodded and raced towards the other girl's side. Miranda folded her arms over her chest, smiling at the couple in front of her.

"And to think we were considered a couple…" She muttered softly to herself. "Wonder what gave them that impression…"

Loryn breathed softly into the oxygen mask as Sunstreaker knelt beside her, snaking his hand through her blood-caked hair. The girl blinked a few times as the frontliner bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, breathing deeply.

"Primus." He whispered. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you covered in dirt."

Miranda bit back a laugh from behind Sunstreaker and quirked a brow in reply. "You do know how wrong that sounds, right?"

Sunstreaker glanced back towards his old friend glaring. "Shut up Miranda."

She smiled all too innocently which irked him more. "Love you too, Sunshine."

Damn. Someone's been hanging around Sides too much...

Loryn felt Sunstreaker press his forehead to hers while at the same time running his fingers through her dirty hair. He nuzzled the girl, smiling into her skin. Miranda watched as the couple held each other close. A small smile began to form as her thoughts went back to her own boyfriend. Her smile disappeared as she looked back to the gates where many horses and their riders were patiently waiting for the next event. Some of the riders were anxiously holding onto their horses' reins. She then glanced back at Loryn, observing with minute detail the odd way the older person acted.

Something was going on in that girl's head...

Miranda eyes widened as she realized Loryn had a look of desperation to her. She automatically put two and two together and figured that Loryn was trying to run away from Sunstreaker. Miranda's quick blue eyes scanned the arena and she saw Loryn's friend Claire climbing into the driver's seat of a pick-up truck. The girl glanced back at Loryn who was speaking softly to Sunstreaker, her eyes pleading for him to leave.

The brown-haired girl sighed, took off her hat, and rubbed the back of her head in deep thought. I must be really stupid if I'm thinking of tempting Sunstreaker with this stunt. She stopped rubbing her hand and dropped it back to her side. A smirk was plastered on her face as she struck her hat back on. But damnit what's Life without a little thrill?

Miranda jogged over to the gates and climbed over the fence sneaking towards the stables. She quietly unlocked several of the stalls, jumping out of the way as the contained horses galloped out of their stables, relishing in their short lived freedom. Miranda raced behind the horses who thundered across the open arena, silently laughing as she went. Man where's a camera when ya need one?

She saw Sunstreaker jump to his feet and stand his ground to protect Loryn who at the moment was slowly coming to her feet. Miranda locked eyes with the barrel racer and inclined her head. It was a clear message: I gave you a distraction, girl, now take the chance and get the hell out of here. I'll deal with him. Clearly understanding, the shorter girl nodded in return, slowly backing away from the blonde frontliner. Loryn, seeing the coast clear, ran off towards the waiting pick-up and darted into the passenger seat. With a flourish the truck squealed out of the parking lot, driving to God knows where.

Sunstreaker whirled his head around to find Loryn missing. He searched around the arena, his mind paying no attention to the rodeo clowns that were trying to grab hold of the freed horses. The blonde holoform shook his head, cursing under his breath. He then looked up from his search and met Miranda's eyes. They had a determined look to them and he noticed the faint smirk on the girl's face.

He felt dumbstruck. She did this?

Without another word, Miranda turned and waltzed away from the rodeo.

Smiling, she mused over of how her work here was done. And it was totally worth it, even though she would probably have to watch her back for a long while…

Optimus stared in shock at his CMO. Ratchet's face was pure seriousness - no joke. The red and blue mech glanced to Jazz was who shuffling his feet. Prowl was now holding onto his lover's hand, giving Jazz the comfort he truly needed. The Autobot commander felt the energon in his lines boil. Why had no one informed him about his own son's health?

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He all but thundered.

Ratchet opened his mouth to explain but Jazz soon stepped in. "Optimus, Ratch had nothin' ta do with this." The silver mech sighed, lowering his head. "I did."

All optics turned to the smaller mech. The TIC looked back at his Prime who had the combined looks of both confusion and disbelief clearly written on his face. "What do you mean? Did Firestorm go off by himself?"

Jazz shook his head, his brightened visor never leaving Optimus'. Time for the truth to be told, he internally sighed. The silver mech then began his story. "Storm had been feelin' weird on Cybertron before we came down to Earth. Been coughin' up energon for a few orns. He hadn't even been rechargin' that much. Kinda made meh worried 'bout 'im. I told 'im to go see a medic. Storm was scared and he asked me if I would go with 'im. So, we went ta see Hook."

That's when Prowl spoke up. "Hook? You mean Firestorm was examined by the Decepticon's medic?"

Jazz nodded slowly. "Now at least. He was the one who found out what was wrong with Storm." Optimus motioned for the spy to continue. "He was dyin', Optimus. Of a virus. The thing was killin' 'im from the inside out."

Optimus swallowed. "Was it curable?"

The silver mech leisurely shook his head. "He had five vorns to live. Hook told us that the best we could do was keep Storm comfortable before he died. But I couldn't let 'im die, boss. I couldn't letcha down either. And that's when Storm asked meh ta do somethin' for 'im."

"What - what happened Jazz?"

"He asked for a spark energy transfer. That's why I'm back. Storm told Hook that he wanted his spark energy be transferred ta meh. I told 'im not ta, but he insisted. Told meh that he wanted meh ta have a life with Prowler." Jazz replied.

Lunarbolt stood up on shaky feet, her hand gripping her mate's arm tightly. "Are you saying that when he died, you came back? My son died just to bring you back?"

Jazz's spark felt a pang of guilt. The femme was shaking with grief as tears threatened to fall. The silver mech was tempted to give Lunarbolt an apology but something stopped him. He thought back to when Hook gave him the diagnosis and that's when he realized what had happened. He figured out why Lunarbolt was so protective of her only son.

"An early spark-separation."

Firestorm was a twin.

"Ya neva told 'im, did ya? Not even ya own mate?" Jazz locked onto Lunarbolt who was staring at him in shock. The silver mech frowned, showing his friend disappointment.

Lunarbolt removed her hand from her mate's arm. The blue and white femme strode towards Jazz, her optics a dark blue. "I couldn't tell anyone because I knew how much it would hurt." The femme whispered in a grating tone.

She was hiding something.

" Why didn't ya tell anyone? Ya know I would've helped ya if ya just asked!" Jazz sure as hell wasn't convinced.

Lunarbolt turned away from the silver mech, trying to take her mind off of what her friend was saying. She slowly moved her optics to meet her mate's. Optimus looked down at Lunarbolt, with demanding optics. The femme tore her own away from the Prime's, shuttering them.

"I didn't want anyone else to know the truth."

Jazz finally lost it. He growled as his visor darkened.

"YA SIGNED HIS DEATH WARRANT! YA KILL YA OWN SON!"

"I didn't kill him!" Lunarbolt screamed. "NIGHTSHADE DID! MY OWN DAUGHTER MURDERED MY SON!"

Jazz took a step back. His visor brightened with shock. All optics landed on the panting femme whose shoulders and hands were shaking. Lunarbolt shook her head with a bitter laugh. "You don't think I did everything I could to save him? There is not even a single moment where I regret what I did. I was doing the only thing I could do for my son: Protect him from the monster that is Nightshade."

Lunarbolt turned away from her mate and friends, stalking out of the med-bay. Jazz sighed, lowering his head in shame.

"I'm sorry ya had ta hear that, Optimus."

The Prime made no move to follow his distraught mate. He simply looked down at his TIC. "You have every right to be upset, Jazz. This was not your fault."

Jazz sat on the medical berth next to Prowl. "I neva thought it would end up like this." Prowl placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently. Jazz laid his own hand on Prowl's, gripping it tightly.

"I as well."

The silver spy motioned to the door with a jerk of his head. "Maybe ya should go talk ta her. I mean, ya both lost Storm."

"I'm not sure if I want to speak with her at the moment. Lunarbolt is not the same femme I bonded to on Cybertron. Something is different about her." The Prime rumbled softly. All three mechs looked at their commander, quizzically.

Ratchet was the first to speak. "Optimus, you both lost a child. Lunarbolt is unstable; there is no telling what she could do after suffering a loss this great."

"Excuse me for being bold, sir, but she is your mate. You cannot simply ignore her." Prowl spoke, his optics soft.

Optimus made no attempt to leave the med-bay. "We have larger issues at hand, Prowl."

"Like bringing Firestorm's body back from Wyoming", the medic sighed.

Before Optimus could reply, the med-bay's doors slid open to reveal Ironhide walking into the room. He stopped in surprise as he saw Jazz sitting there. He was about to say something but was then cut off by Ratchet.

"I'll explain later, Ironhide. Now, what do you want?"

The black mech turned towards his commander. "I just got word from Sunstreaker that Loryn's gone. Apparently she ran off with a friend."

"How is that even possible? Both of the twins were left to guard her after the Decepticons burnt her house to the ground." Prowl explained.

Ironhide shrugged at the SIC.

"Sunstreaker said that Loryn was injured while barrel racing. Fell off a horse and it struck her across the head. She was knocked out cold. Paramedics had to revive her, by shock treatment. Twice." The black mech paused in his story before chuckling softly. "And you're never gonna believe who helped Loryn get away..."

Ratchet folded with arms with a snort. "Who?"

"Miranda."

"Am I thinking the same Miranda?" Ratchet questioned.

"Well how many other Miranda's do you know that has brown hair, blue eyes, and an attitude to match?"

Ratchet drug a hand over his face. "Oh Primus..." He muttered. First, Firestorm is murdered, Jazz comes back as a result, and now Loryn had run away with the help of one Miranda Gnylles. Could this day get any worse?

"Unfortunately, there's no telling of where Loryn's at. Lennox and his team have tried to find a signal on her cell-phone but nothing has popped up. The Cons could be on her trail now and we can't find her." Ironhide replied with a sigh.

Optimus, after finally being silent for some time, spoke. "Get Sunstreaker and Sideswipe back here to base. I will speak with Lennox about bringing my son back." The last Prime started to walk away but then paused in his stride and sighed. "And tell them to bring Miranda as well. I have to speak with her."

Prowl stood up. "Optimus, I really hope you know what you are doing."

The red and blue mech turned toward his SIC. "I hope so too." Without another word spoken, the Autobot commander strode out of the med-bay, leaving his original team to themselves. Optimus had matters to attend to; Lunarbolt would have to wait.

Claire tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing over to her friend who was gazing out of the window in the truck.

"So do you think she's going to be okay?"

Loryn had a gauze patch on the side of her temple where the horse had previously struck her. She stiffly turned to Claire, trying not to cause too much pain. "Hmm?"

Not turning her eyes off the road she voiced her thoughts on the stranger who released the horses. "That girl you were talking to." She tapped the wheel again in frustration. "Err… Amanda was it?"

Loryn laughed. "Miranda," she corrected. "And I think she will be fine."

"I hope so. Sunstreaker looked pissed as can be. I do not want to be her when he finds out that she helped you to escape." She furrowed her eyebrow in thought. "I really do wonder what the heck her history is with him. They looked like really old friends…" Or a couple, both of the girls thought afterwards, not wanting to say it out loud.

The silence that followed could have been easily cut with a knife. Wishing for a distraction, Loryn nearly cheered when she caught sight of what she had been looking for almost four hours.

"Hey Claire, turn right up ahead. I see the house, well, that's more of a mansion than anything..." The blonde did as she was instructed, turning a right, and driving up the long pathway to the front door. Loryn waited till the car was pulled to a stop and the engine was cut off.

"Wow. Do you think you could see me in a house like this?" Claire questioned, looking at the auburn haired friend.

Loryn laughed. "Yeah, you and Garret with your three kids named Jessie, Colin, and Laura."

"Funny." Claire snapped.

The smaller girl climbed out of the truck with a chuckle and walked up to the front door with Claire following behind her. The girls made it up to the front steps before glancing at one another. Loryn lifted her hand and knocked on the door. Both took a step back and waited patiently.

"I hope this works."

"Yeah, me too."

Within moments, the girls were greeted by none other than former Sector Seven agent Seymour Simmons. He was wearing a maroon colored night-robe with his initials engraved with gold thread. His eyes narrowed at the two girls and then leaned back, folding his arms over his chest.

Simmons snarled, his eyes dark. "I'm not buying any Girl Scout cookies. I'm on a diet."

Claire let out a snort. "Who said we were selling?" She folded her arms over her chest. The two glared daggers at one another before Loryn stepped in to dissolve the tension.

"Excuse my friend here; she's just a bitch sometimes. So, ignore her. My name's Loryn Monroe. And you are the only person I can turn to right now..." Loryn paused. "I need you to help me bring back a Transformer from the dead." She whispered.

Simmons' eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He glanced around his front yard before moving away to let both girls into his house. Loryn and Claire waltzed into the front living room as Simmons shut the door and followed behind them. He took a seat on his favorite chair and placed his hands on his lap, his eyes locking onto Loryn's as his lips curled into a smirk.

"You've come to the right person."

A/N: Holy crap. Okay, I want to thank my best friend, Michelle (Topkicker26) for letting me use her character, Miranda. She is an amazing writer and has some awesome stories! I suggest you guys go check them out! I LOVE YOU CHICA!

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Cybertronian Time:

Orn - week

Vorn - year

PSS: I will be posting another Transformers story called "Rule Twenty-Nine". I will hopefully have the first chapter posted by Christmas or somewhere around that time! Happy Holidays everyone!