"Sometimes, you need someone to rely on. Especially when times are tough."
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"Pan," Megatronus warned making the girl's head shot up in alarm at the tone of his voice, "Message Optimus."
"Why?" Pan asked, reaching for her phone and quickly tapping out a text to the bot asking where he was.
"Because," Megatronus said simply.
Pan sighed before she glanced at her phone to see a text from the living Prime.
'I have a bad feeling that you may need to get back here for,' Pan responded to the Prime's questioning of why she had texted him.
'I am on my way, Panacea.'
Pan relaxed slightly, only to tense up as Fowler's panicked voice came over the comms.
"Prime? Do you read me?"
"I'm sorry, Agent Fowler," Ratchet said, "Optimus isn't here at the moment."
The human muttered something under his breath, "Then I'll take that as a confirmation that he's presently trying to run me off the road!"
Pan's eyes widened as she poked at Megatronus mentally, "How is that possible?"
"It's not," Alpha Trion responded for his fellow Prime.
A sudden wave of furious emotions from each of the twelve Primes, flew into Pan and she stumbled slightly before the anger disappeared with a guilty touch.
"What's wrong?" Pan asked them worriedly.
Despite the soothing emotions sent her way, Pan frowned.
"Agent Fowler, that hardly seems likely."
"Tell that to my burning treads!" Fowler snapped.
The comm cut off and Ratchet quickly sent the other cybertronians through the ground bridge to help Agent Fowler.
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"Yes, that's it. Follow the light."
"Wait," Arcee shook her helm as her optics onlined, "What?"
