THE LAST CHAPTER IS HERE! WHOOO! So sorry it took me a long time to get this done, hope you guys can forgive me! Now, do you guys want me to go straight into Dark of the Moon or have a little thing in between this one and Dark of the Moon? It's up to you guys!
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Aircraft Carrier, En-route to Diego Garcia
2009
Matsuri made her way onto the deck where everyone else was. Obviously, Ratchet was against it, wanting her to not exert herself but she simply reassured him that she was going to be fine, that a walk on the deck isn't going to make her worse. He reluctantly allowed her to go with a grumble.
"Matsuri?" questioned Mikaela once she saw the younger girl walking over. "I thought that you were going to rest until we got back to the base."
"Me? On bed rest for that amount of time?" Matsuri snorted. "Yeah, right."
"So... Can they build you a new arm or something?" Leo questioned, glancing at what's left of her cybertronian arm. Ratchet had cut and closed the tubing and wires and he made sure to cut off the pointed metal and sanded it down, so it wouldn't hurt her or anyone else.
"I'm sure they can." She shrugged before looking at Sam who now wore a blue jacket and was standing at the front of the carrier, looking out to the ocean. She walked over to him, wrapping the jacket that was like his tighter around her as the ocean air swept into her.
"Hey," she greeted as she stopped beside Sam. "Nice evening sky, isn't it?"
He looked at her. "Matsuri? I thought-"
"You know me, Sam. Do you really expect me to stay in bad this whole trip?"
"No." Sam smiled slightly. "I don't."
The two stood, side by side, watching the horizon until they heard heavy footsteps coming up behind them.
"Thank you, Sam," Optimus stepped up beside them. "For saving my life."
"You're welcome," Sam looked up at him for a moment. "And thank you for believing in me."
"Thank you, Matsuri." Optimus looked down at her, his optics now brightly lit.
"You're welcome, Optimus." she smiled, giving him a wave of her hand.
The three looked outwards together, taking in the salty smell of the ocean and basked in the peace that had gained, if it does only last for a little while. This is all Matsuri could ever ask for.
Whenever Megatron arise again, they will be ready, she was sure of it.
"Our races united by a history long forgotten, and a future we shall face together. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message so that our pasts will always be remembered. For in those memories, we live on."
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