I screwed up in Transformers Prime

A major screw up

.  . . 2012.  . . January 10th .  . .

 .  . . Navada  . . . 

My body recovered, thankfully. I spent rest of the time in different European Countries exploring and wearing disguises so people wouldn't notice me. It was fairly fun to wear a Muslim thing so no one would see my face and beep at them. You don't know how fun it is until it happens.I didn't use the Muslim disguise all the fragging time; there is such things as costumes ya know. I treated the Muslim attire with respect that I didn't do silly things with it.

Anyway I finally returned from my five month long vacation.

"Hai Prime!" I greet the big truck that was at the airport doors.

Of course Optimus is in his truck mode with a hologram up.

"Who are you?" Optimus asks, with his passenger door open.

Oh yeah I apparently grew up  during my healing.

"Don't be a well grown idiot like the Decepticons!" I insult him while holding a big fragging suitcase in my arms. I didn't tow it out the airport; I CARRIED it out! "You know damn right who I fragging  am."

If he didn't look so hot as a thirty-nine year old looking man with a truck driver like persona about him; I probably wouldn't be so insulting to a man who's older than The Doctor. I mean come on he's older than a fictional character and should have some intelligence to recognize someone who's he is picking up.

"I need a hint." Optimus pleads.

"Optimus Prime, the  gigantic robot who's seen it all, DOESN'T REMEMBER HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW WHERE HIS BASE IT?" I screech as people casually walk by. Stop and think; when you're here not there--frag." I rub my forehead. "I wasn't intending to fragging sing."

"Ivy?" Optimus said, with a 'are you serious?' look on his faceplate.

"Yes," I said, getting into the passenger seat. "Idiot."

I pull down my long yellow sleeves that had been up--carrying the luggage is a big problem when it's really heavy--and kept a strong clutch on the handle with my fingers. I heard  Optimus's holoform mutter 'I probably deserved that' like a man he is. I buckle up using the seatbelt. It felt so warm being inside the gigantic transformer who is the leader of all Autobots.

"How was Vacation?" Optimus asks.

"Saving the world numerous times under your noses." I said, shaking my head. "Quite fine."

"What?" Optimus said.

"Russia has some Cyber-Organics." I babble."And there are some in Japan, Hong Kong, and Britain too!'

"What?" Optimus repeats.

"I ain't the only Cyber-Organic, technically." I said.  "It feels much better walking around other than containing the knowledge I screwed up in Transformers Prime. .  . "  I paused. "I didn't tell you what I saw at Team Mech's base." I recognized a blue and black motorcycle following Optimus while leaning towards the window.  "I saw them dissecting Breakdown's shell."

"D.  .  . Disseecting Breakdown's shell?" Optimus asks.

I sigh looking down.

"Right." I said. "He wansn't supposed to be there when I came. He should'a became a different shell and brought back as Nemesis Prime." I clench my hands. "It's my fault he died early; I know it is, but I don't know how. "

"Why did you not tell us?" Optimus asks.

"I was a beeper." I said. "Remember, my voicebox was kind of broken."