I'M ALIVEEEEE! Hehe. Wow, I haven't updated in awhile. So sorry about that guys! Here's the long awaited Chapter 13! My apologies for the.. shortness.

Autobot Trapjaw: Hehe. I love my cliffhangers as much as you love 'Hide.

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Sounddrive: Hold on to your seat, we're about to get a wild ending. ;)

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PurpleGuitarPic: of course I'm doing it, silly. I can't leave books unfinished. ... Well, good books anyways.

Key:

Sparkbond speaking

Thoughts

"Comm. Link"

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Shadow Stalker cried out with a yelp as the Blaster pierced her shoulder, falling to her knees as she clutched the gaping hole. Starscream snarled, shooting forward as he roughly kicked the femme's side, causing her to skid over the ground and stop at Saberstrike's pedes.

"Shadow!" Optimus cried out, moving to charge forward until Saberstrike grabbed the black femme's neck, picking her up to optic level. Fiery ice blue optics met cruel blood red, and the silver femme bared her denta cruelly.

"Now, any final last words?" Saberstrike purred darkly, warming up her blaster and pressing it between Shadow's optics. The silver femme's doorwings flicked up into a perfect "V" on her back, symbolizing she was trying to gain dominance over the Gladiator.

Shadow coughed, struggling in the doorwinged femme's harsh grasp. "Actually... I do."

"Then tell me. Beg for your li-" Saberstrike spat, before screeching in agony as Shadow drove her sword into the femme's abdomen.

"Rust in pieces in the Pit, you filthy creation of a glitch!" Shadow snarled, pulling out her sword as Saberstrike stumbled back. Shadow let out an Energon curdling war cry, leaping forward as she rammed her sword straight into the Praxian femme's forehelm. Energon squirted out, spraying everywhere as the two femmes fell to the ground. Shadow crouched on Saberstrike's frame with a low growl, watching the life quickly bleed from the Decepticon.

Starscream let out a astonished cry, before transforming and jetting out of the clearing. Shadow shakily got up, giving the frame of Saberstrike a good kick before she stumbled forward and collapsed.

Optimus rushed forward, kneeling besides Shadow Stalker. " Shadow...?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine.. I think. I can't feel my left arm," Shadow muttered, curling into a ball. "I need some high grade."

Optimus Prime smiled under his battle mask, picking up his sparkmate. "After Ratchet patches your shoulder, I'll get you some high grade," he promised with a smile.

"Good," Shadow replied quietly, curling towards his chest as she rested her helm against his shoulder.

"Autobots, let's head back to base," Optimus announced. "Ratchet, we need a groundbridge."

"Groundbridge, opening." Ratchet replied. Moments later, the swirling blue and green portal opened, and the Autobots walked through back to base.

Ratchet quickly fixed up Shadow, and instantly order her on bed rest for a few days. Which in return, she complained about as usual, earning a wrench to the helm.

Optimus watched with a small smile, and Arcee walked up next to him. "Prime?"

"Yes, Arcee?" Optimus asked, looking down at the blue femme.

"How do you think Shadow knew about Saberstrike?" she asked.

" It's Shadow STALKER! SHADOW FRAGGING STALKER!" Shadow yelled from her place on the berth across the room.

Arcee internally winced, making a mental note to self. Optimus shook his head with a small smile, watching his sparkmate crack open an optic and smirk.

"Shadow tends to be a bit more observant then most of us from her time as a Gladiator in the final Golden Age of Cybertron. She simply knows more body language then we do," Optimus replied.

Ya nailed it sweetspark. However, it was easy to tell she was stealing Energon. Half of my high grade was gone! Shadow interjected through the sparkbond, sending pings of love and humor.

"And she says Saberstrike stole half of her highgrade," Optimus added, watching Shadow Stalker grin broadly as she offlined her optics.

You still owe me my cube, Optimus.

I know, Shadow.

Don't you dare forget. I luffle me highgrade.

"So wait, Shadow Stalker knew because the Con stole some of her high grade?" Arcee asked, tilting her head.

"You can bet a cube of Energon on it. No one gets between me and my high grade!" Shadow announced from across the room.

"So now we know how to defeat Megatron," Bulkhead put in with a smirk.

"I don't follow," Ratchet stated, studying a wrench.

"We strap a cube of Shadow's high grade to his helm, and she'll literally tear his helm off!"

"Haha Bulky. We all know I'd go after the Bot who strapped it there in the first place after I drank that cube," Shadow laughed.

"You'd be to intoxicated to even walk," Ratchet cut in with a scowl, "And I', not dragging your sorry aft off the battle field!"

"Psh. I, unlike you, can hold my Energon," Shadow snapped.

"We'll see about that, Shadow Stalker."

"I hear a drinking contest coming on."

"No, you hear certain destruction and your title claimed by me."

"Oh, that's lovely. Our medic is the best drinker."

"Don't push your luck Shadow Stalker," Ratchet warned, shaking his wrench at her.

Shadow smirked broadly. "It'll turn out just like the Synthetic Energon fail. You'll just keep drinking, and drinking, and drinking, them BOOM! You'll puke all of it up."

CLANG

"At least we know Doc Bot has the best wrench throwing abilities," Arcee whispered.

"And don't you forget it," Ratchet warned.

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Sucky ending is sucky. *head desk* Well, I hope you all enjoyed the story!