Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I wish I did but you can't get everything you want.

Okay, this is my little addition to the Transformer world of Fan Fiction. I love Transformers! I mean, who doesn't!? But yes, I won't put a lot of detail into this story. Updates will be random because of high school and everything else a sixteen year old goes though.

Well…happy reading!

Kisses in the Dark

Introduction

The femme frowned upon the depressing mess of damaged metal, vital circuitry and wires. Unimpressed air wheezed out of the femme's vents and her optics narrowed.

Her patient stared back at her and tried not to shout out at every prod and poke of her slender digits. His vents hissed and his inner systems frequently shifted gears to try to deal with the major problems in his unit. The femme's cooling systems pulsed into overdrive as she examined more and more of the injury. Finally after a breem or so, the femme sighed and dusted off her energon stained hands.

Her blood shot optics looked back into the mech's own. Wordlessly he waited for her diagnosis. She was at a loss for words. There was only the two of them. From a group of six Decepticon soldiers, they were the only two still alive! Oh how the femme hated this war so!

"How does it look, 'Chase?" His vocalizers gave off a pained hiss and sizzled into a staticy sentence. "I don't think I can go on...I can't even transform."

Steelchase looked away from her only alive friend and protector. She wasn't build for fighting! Her advantage was with espionage! Before the war she was a thief! Well to Steelchase, once a thief always a thief. But how can she survive the attacks of the Autobots without any backup of her back up!? Where would stealing get her? No where...that's where.

Steelchase's cortex was over flowing with depressing information to her newly found situation. She wasn't a medic but she could tell Shadowzone's condition looked fatal. Finally without her knowing, she answered him.

"I don't know…" her voice was lower then usual. She vibrated from her energon pump working on over time. She looked from the wound, then into Shadowzone's optics. "I don't know what to do, 'Zone! If only Battleblast were here! He'd know what to do!"

She felt as if her spark had dropped to her ankles. Her only alive friend was dying before her presence and she couldn't do anything about it. If only she had watched and learned basic repairs from Battleblast, she would had saved time for Shadowzone and bring him to a proper medic to get repaired. The femme looked from the wound and to his silver face. His handsome features were pained, energon leaked from places from places where there shouldn't be leakage. She wanted to do something for the mech. She was limited due to the fact that she was injured too.

She tilted her head down and started at her energon stained digits. Most of the energon was from the wound in the mech. She was stuck. She didn't know what to do in this situation. Shadowzone was the leader after all; he would take charge of situations like these. There were the groans of metal on metal as the mech tried to shift his position on the metal ground. Everything about the situation made the femme want to break down and cry. Decepticon femmes, like her, do not cry. But she didn't care anymore. She had to do something to feel better

The femme flung herself on her comrade. Shadowzone was taken aback from her sudden display of affection. She wrapped her arms around his upper torso, making sure not to put any pressure on his injury. But she managed to knee him in a sensitive place. Despite his liking, he gave out a pained grunt. Steelchase pulled away from the embrace.

"S-sorry," Steelchase smiled sheepishly. "Didn't mean to hurt you."

Shadowzone nodded and moaned as more jolts of pain sparked though out his body. His body became limb and started to lean forward. Effortlessly Steelchase caught him in her arms but almost fell over due to the extra weight from the mech. His condition was getting worse.

"Shadowzone!" Pink and blue lubricant leaked over the femme from the dying mech. Steelchase shifted her body around, lifted one of Shadowzone's arms around the back, perfectly wedged between her back and wings.

"N-No, leave me here Steelchase." The femme froze up and her spark seemed to leap out of her body.

What!?

"No, Shadowzone. We're going to find a medic and get you repaired. Then we'll find those no good fraggin' Autobots and destroy them!"

The femme tried to lift the mech to his feet from underneath him but he denied.

"I'm finished…'Chase. I can't go on." There…they were all dead. All her comrades and brothers in arms. With Shadowzone finished she would be left alone to fend for her self on Cybertron. She gently laid the mech to the ground and could feel her cortex simply melt away. Shadowzone's optics flickered and started to fade away.

He reached for her hand and placed his own on top of her her right hand. "Listen to me 'Chase." The femme leaned in to catch his last alive words. Her energon pump throbbed painfully seeing her last friend in such a condition. "I'm sorry for the social torture I've put you though."

He laughed silently and pulled Steelchase a bit closer to his face. The femme's optics was wide and pained, unlike the pleasured slits of the mech.

"It was a pleasure fighting by your side Steelchase. You really showed those Autobots who's who!" Steelchase's frown broke into a slight smile. The mech's systems groaned within his armor, some programs shutting down. Steelchase wanted to reply a 'and it was a pleasure fighting beside you too. I'll miss you and…and…'

That I love you.

Shadowzone lifted her hand up to his lips and her spark twisted and turned within her chest. He kissed the top part of her hand and her optics started to leak.

"I'll miss you, 'Chase."

"I-I….I'll," the femme croaked out mournfully. Washer lubricant traveled down her metal face. "I'll miss you, too."

The femme's vents whined and her shoulders shook. Shadowzone smiled and then his optics flickered for the last time. The blood red colour of his optics faded to a black and so did his armor.

Steelchase was alone…and heartbroken.

What was she supposed to do now?

The thief silently crept around the corner of a long dark corridor. The transformer had gotten into one of the neutral base deep down under the surface of Cybertron. It had taken her a long time to pinpoint the actual location but finally the thief was inside the base.

Why was the thief in the base anyways? Steelchase pressed her back against the shadowed wall and peered around the corner. Her rifle laser was still hot from recent firing and it was slightly smoking from the opening.

She was almost near her destination in this slaggin' massive neutral base. Her almond shaped optics narrowed when the alarms suddenly burst alive.

Bolts. They already found the body!

The Decepticon sprung from the wall and sprinted down the corridor. Her plan was almost complete. All she needed to do is get to the chamber that held the machine that would change her situation.

The femme foot steps were swift and light, barely making a noise down the stretch of corridor. The Autobots would be notified by her uninvited entrance and the death of one of the neutrals. The femme skidded to a stop and quickly scanned her area.

The door should be there! I swear of it! She turned in a circle, her optics flashed and dimmed to adjust to the irritating flashes of the alarms. Her engine revved angrily for not properly downloading the information from the main computer into her programming.

She sprinted off again down the hall. She lifted her left arm and activated her radar. A small slit of metal moved aside and a small satellite emerged from her arm. It started to rotate slowly and started to navigate the femme towards the machine.

Moving swiftly down the corridor and dodging appearance from any unwanted attention. Her radar guided her down a few more identical corridors and finally, she skidded to a stop. She recognized the symbols on the door from the little information she had gotten from the computer. The machine was in here. Steelchase took a step back and pointed her weapon at the door.

Four blasts escaped the weapon and pierced heavily into the metal door. Steelchase stepped though the smoking gaping hole and into the room. The room was rather small. The machine was stationed in the very middle of the chamber.

Before taking another step into the room she scanned it for any threats. The satellite on her wrist emerged again and scanned the room.

Scanning…scanning: No potential threats.

Steelchase ran towards the machine and fell to her knees next to the central controls. Working quickly and silently she opened the metal casing and started to tweak the programming. Both her hands worked as if they had a mind of their own, both separately doing their own tasks in the circuitry. Her right hand retracted and a tool emerged from her wrist.

The femme hissed and groaned with every minor set back. But time was of the essence! She didn't want the Autobots ruining her plans! They have ruined her life on too many accounts. She had taken the death of Shadowzone too hard for her liking. So with the help of the machine she would take her revenge upon the Autobots that killed her comrades. From the very beginning when they killed Silverstrike.

The tool retracted back into her wrist and her hand emerged again. The programming was set to her settings now. Everything was going according to plan. She would teleport back in time when the first Decepticon solder would fall to the attacks of the Autobots. It was all she could think up of anyways.

The femme stood up and pressed the button that would activate the machine.

"There he is! The Decepticon!" Steelchase growled and dodged the wave off attacks from the Autobots.

NOT MALE!

Steelchase ran up to the platform of the teleporter. The machine sprang to life and turn to target on Steelchase. The femme raised her weapon to the Autobots and laughed loudly.

"See you in the past! The next time we meet you shall be dead!" The teleporter shot a purple blast at the femme. The purple substance engulfed her body and shimmered brightly.

"Goodbye Autobots!"

Before she warped out of the room, one of the Autobots shot at the control center of the teleporter. The femme vanished without a sound and left the Autobots alone in the room. The control center started to spark and then a hole exploded at the side of the machine. The Autobots ran up to the machine.

"Where did the Decepticon go?" The grey and red mech frowned and looked at the display screen.

"It says here," he started, "she was teleported to a planet named…Earth."

"Earth? There are Autobots and Decepticons located on that planet!" The grey-red mech revved his engine.

"What can a small femme do? She'll get scrapped once the Autobots find her. She's pathetic."

The Autobots chuckled to them selves and turned to leave the room. The other mech glanced at the teleporter. He frowned deeply.

"It's hard to believe," he muttered softly and fallowed the others out.

After Story Author Notes: Wow umm…I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me if I should continue with it. It was hard to go back and forth of writing and watching Robot Chicken. Thanks for reading!