It's Not Over

The war was over. Peace final came after all this time, for both Earth and Cybertron. Both worlds could finally be safe.

It was over.

But the time for celebrating ended just as quickly.

Miko was reminded they weren't apart of their world. She was glad that Megatron was gone and the Decepticons disbanded. The Autobots finally could go back home after so many arduous years, but once they were gone... she didn't even knew how to conclude the thought without furrowing her eyebrows.

She didn't want that day to come.

Bulkhead...

In a blink of an eye, she found herself at the base, the Space Bridge preparing for the journey.

Her arms were folded, eyes to the floor. A green silhouette was in front of her. She looked up.

There would be no more drives around the desert. No more rocking out to Slash Monkey. No more monster truck rallies together...

She felt her friend towering over her. He got down on a knee. Once Bulkhead began to speak, Miko immediately stopped him. "Don't you dare say it."

She didn't intentionally meant to act distant around Bulk recently. She wasn't prepared for today and to say the words she couldn't bring herself to speak. She could never hate him. He was her friend forever.

The wrecker's optics widen.

"If we say it, everything will be over. Once you're gone through the Bridge, we won't be able to see each other. I'm afraid of holding you, and once I do... I won't be able to let you go."

She felt her eyes grow moist.

When everyone thought Miko was strange or weird, Bulkhead never thought that. When she came to America, she had little to no friends. If she hadn't sneak up on Jack and Arcee that fateful day, they wouldn't be standing where they were. When she came to America, she never expected all this to happen, but it was better than what the foreign exchange program brochure said.

Bulkhead was her best friend. The Autobots made her a hero and made her better. Once they all were on the other side of the Space Bridge, it would all be just a dream.

"I'm living a dream here in botswana, and I will not allow you or anyone else to shatter it...!"

The words she said on day one echoed as she saw Ratchet type in the coordinates.

The one friend who knew her better than herself was leaving, and she had no idea what she was going to do without him. The band was breaking up. She couldn't speak a word to anyone around her in school, but with Bulk, it was like she didn't have to hide herself.

No matter how long it took him, she was going to wait. She didn't care if she was fifty or a hundred years old. She was going to see him again. No matter how long it took him, she'll be waiting.

Looking up to his titanic height, a drop of lubricant was in his optic. Her cheeks began to feel wet. If she didn't do now, she'd regret it forever. She clang on to his metallic leg. She was going to miss him. She was going to miss his car seats, his green finish, the dough look on his face when he was perplex.

She found Bulkhead's fingers were in front of her, and embraced them. They were as big as her. She hopped into the palm of his hand, and was placed on his shoulder. She was going to miss this spot. She inched closer to his face and wrapped her arms around his head. Her lips felt the cool metal of his face.

"You've come a long way, Miko. I am proud of the woman you've become. I may not be there to see all of it, but I know you'll kick a load of tailpipe. Do that for me, 'kay? You'll always be my girl."

The Autobots began to walk into the roaring energy of the Bridge. Miko dreaded this day, but somehow she felt herself smiling. Through the bright light, she still saw his wide silhouette walking through.

"You'll always be my girl."

A teardrop rolled down her eye. She dried herself, her smile growing stronger. The band will get back together.

'Goodbye, and thank you... Thank you for giving me the greatest ride of my life.'