The cold deserted streets echoed with loneliness, the stars above shined down and casted an eerie glow atop the helm of a lone mini-bot.

"Yeah don't worry it's okay. Yeah…yeah I know I'm at my flat right now calm down." he had a servo to his audio receptor talking to his friend Swerve. Primus it was like he was the Mini-bots carrier or something, honestly. Tailgate as his friends had deemed him, had to go out for some late night Energon and hadn't come back to his little flat a bit late that night. Tailgate rolled his optics behind his light blue visor and began to unlock the front door. As he punched the code in to the key pad the sound of pained groaning brought him to an abrupt stop. He whipped his helm around to find an injured mech stumbling into the over helm street light. The mechs helm was gashed and gushing fluid, while his side was badly burnt. Wires fell from other cuts and burst to let spilling Energon out. The large purple bot let out a pained groan as he fell to his knees.

"Oh Primus, are you alright? Here let me help you" Tailgate had always considered himself as caring and nurturing, but not nearly strong enough to heave the much bigger bot into his flat. He sighed in frustration and commed the best medic he knew.

"Ratchet? Hey I need some hel- yes I know what time it i- of course it's an emergency! I wouldn't wake you up in the middle of the night just say 'hi how's it going?'" after a few more begs and promises a medic pulled into the drive way of the building. He transformed into a very pissed off medic and sauntered up to the front stoop.

"Damn, you weren't kiddin." He said looking down at the unconscious bot Tailgate was trying to pull and yank through the front door. Together, Ratchet and Tailgate heaved the mystery bot onto a berth and patch his injuries up.

"How do you think he ended up so beat up?" Ratchet asked Tailgate. He shrugged and placed a cooling pack on the mechs head.

"I don't know…maybe he was attacked?"

~xxx~

"This is your last chance, if you refuse to give up and come back I'm gonna have to snuff your spark out." The larger bot pinned Cyclonus to the wall, claws digging into his arms and a blaster aimed at his helm. Cyclonus glared back at the other mech with a glazed look in his optics. The fluid loss was bad enough, but now it just got worse. After moments of silent sneering, the other mech slammed Cyclonus into the ground, which was a mistake on his part. Once Cyclonus was freed he kicked the other in the stomach sending him backwards. With a grunt Cyclonus aimed his blaster cannon and fired the other mechs leg, a smirk stretched itself across his face as he looked at the other mech writhing in agony. A sharp dagger pierced his side from another gang member and he growled elbowing his way free. He cupped his injury and staggered out of the damp ally way he was in, leaking fluid among other things onto the cold metal ground below. A loud boom turned up over head sending everyone into frenzy. The bots in the streets took cover and others held themselves up in nearby shops.

Cyclonus couldn't afford an explanation to the authorities if he held himself up in a shop, but acid rain wasn't a very good alternative either. He looked around and ended up hiding under a door stoop. By the time the rain let up the Cybertronian moons glowed up above. Cyclonus was nearing the all spark, and if he didn't get help soon his fate would be sealed.

"Yeah…Yeah I know I'm at my flat right now calm down." a small voice belonging to a mini-bot walked to his stoop as he hung up on the other caller. Cyclonus didn't find any other option, hopefully he wouldn't take him to a med-center. As he stumbled into the light the mini-bot whirled around in fright and surprise at his injured visitor.

'Funny, usually bots scream at my appearance, how cute.' Cyclonus thought to himself as he collapsed to his knees.

~xxx~

The sound of soft snores from the mystery bot carried through to berth over. Tailgate had one berth room with two berths, originally the flat was meant to be shared between two bots, but since no one else would buy it, Tailgate didn't really have that much competition. As for his guest, he only woke up once, but then again it wasn't much of a wake up considering he didn't even talk much. He didn't even eat anything, he just kept on mumbling on and on about not taking him to a center.

Tailgate let out a tired sigh and ran a servo down his face mask, how did this even happen? He was just minding his own business when this weirdo showed up out nowhere. Primus knows how he got those injuries…Tailgate glanced at his guest and saw him clenching the berth with clawed servos. Tailgate shivered and wondered where on Cybertron he got those in the first place. He groaned and rolled over on his stomach trying his best not to look like a creep while watching his guest re-charge… Tailgate shivered, he didn't want to think about creeps right now he was already friends with a few ones already and he didn't want to become one. The berth room door slid open with an electric hiss, Tailgate turned to find Ratchet looming over him. Tailgate gate scooted up on the berth and made some room for him.

"Worried much?" He asked setting a servo on the Tailgates knee. Tailgate shrugged sat up, leaning on the others shoulder. The older mech wrapped and arm around Tailgate and pulled him close, ever since Tailgates parents were off-lined, the only bot Tailgate felt he could rely on was Ratchet.

"I'm just worried that he'll wake up and tell me he's a fugitive or something, you know?" Tailgate confessed curling up against Ratchet's frame. Ratchet nodded and laid a gentle servo on Tailgates shoulder, he knew how he felt. After the new law that was passed, the one where you couldn't hold a fugitive even if it was unintentionally could result in death.

"I'll stay the night just in case, alright? If a cop comes along and starts to arrest you it'll help to have witness with you." Ratchet suggested giving his god-son an affectionate pat on the helm.

Tailgate nodded in appreciation and hugged his knees to his chassis as Ratchet left. He sighed and fell to his side and watched his flat mate a moment longer before falling into recharge. He supposed the time to worry could come later the time for sleep could come now.