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Don't Touch What's Not Yours.

Lightblade Ioa was busy humming to the tune in her ear when she felt a harsh pinch from her alter ego.

"Hey Shadow, you do know that you're not really...dead or something? If you want to go swim just project yourself out, no need for brutality." Ioa mumbled, massaging her temples to calm the sudden pain in her mind.

"Lightblade, this isn't the time to joke around." Shadow's voice did not hint an ounce of light-heartedness as she spoke. "Anna is in trouble."

"What?" the holoformed lady sat up, prying away her sunglasses. "What happened?"

"Alpha Trion-"

"I will take it from here; thank you Shadow." An old man in a vest appeared in front of Ioa, blue eyes gazing down at her. "I need you to come with me for a moment."

"Alpha Trion." She greeted, standing up. "Not until you tell me Anna's condition, I won't be going anywhere."

"She's in grave danger. Please, Liege Maximo did something-"

The Mary-Sue child didn't bother to listen to the old archivist's words as she disappeared back to the set, hunting down her creator in her own bot form.

"ANNA? ANNA!" Growling, she let out Shadowglyde to ease her search. "Find Anna!"

"Way ahead of you!" the alter ego dashed up to the Decepticon area, hoping to find the writer.

"Ioa, you have to listen to me!" Solus appeared behind the panicking femme. Startled, Ioa sucker-punched the Prime.

"SHIITTTTTTT-" Ioa retracted her fist and came to the female Prime's aid. "I am SO SORRY-"

"No...it's okay...we kinda deserve that..." She hissed in pain, clutching her olfactory sensors dearly.

"We?" Ioa raised an optic ridge, clueless.

Alpha Trion set a servo on the medic, optics dimming with regret as he started to explain the whole scenario.

By the time the Head Archivist was done, Ioa was VISIBLY SHAKING in anger. Shadowglyde, whom had come down from upstairs, heard the details too and wasn't in a good mood either.

"HE DID WHAT!?" The two yelled, optics burning bright with fury.

"W-We-"

"Ioa, you guys have to calm down-"

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, SOLUS!" Lightblade snarled, swiping her servos-turned-claws at Solus. "WHERE IS MY ANNA!?"

"In the TFP realm; the real one." Megatronus spoke, making the angered femme snap around and hissed at him. "Sorry, I came as soon as I can. Prima is dealing with Liege Maximo now."

"Megatronus?!" Solus gasped, optics widened. The hot-tempered mech merely gave his lover a meek smile, expressions conveying his silent apology for earlier situation.

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"If the two of you are done making me sick, we need to get our creator back." Shadowgylde rolled her optics, pulling her alternate self to one side. "Portal. Jump. Rescue. Got it?"

"Got it." Lightblade confirmed.

"Good. I'll reappear when I'm needed." And Shadowglyde poof-ed away, leaving Lightblade all by herself. Sighing, the white and gold femme snapped her digits, creating a groundbridge and went in, leaving the three Primes with their reunion.