A/N: Hey people. Rewriting time! Yes, hate me. Scorn me. Throw rotten produce at me, I don't care. I've got a new idea for my HMW fanfic, it'll probably take like, two, three mini stories or something like that... not sure at the moment... either way... er... there isn't much new here... so read on.

Chapter 1: Fracture of Reality

Nobody could blame the Autobots and Decepticons for being happy. Well, for the most part, anyways. Unicron had been vaporized, but there was extensive damage to Cybertron. Not to mention the many lives sacrificed to bring him down. It did seem, that for the first time since the Minicons had sent their SOS to Cybertron, there would be peace.

Aboard the Axalon, a lone, snow-white femme stared out into the blankness of space, deep in thought. What would happen to her now? Would she go back to Earth? She couldn't-she was a Transformer now. So then where would she go?

"Windracer." A voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she turned. The black, gold, and teal visage of a Decepticon met her gaze. "C'mon, Optimus and Galvatron are giving us a 'congratulations men, we destroyed Unicron' speech and I figured you should be there."

Windracer sighed, and looked back. "I'll catch up, thanks for letting me know, Wheeljack."

He didn't buy it, and approached her. "A credit for your thoughts..."

"If that's your way of asking if I'm fine, well, I'm fine." She turned from the glass and started towards the main bridge, white dragonlike wings tucked down over her back like a crude cape, tail hanging low to the ground in dejection. She still felt his optics on her as she retreated.

"You suck at acting, you know that, don't you?"

She grumbled and turned her head enough to give him another glance. "So?"

"So... you really shouldn't keep your issues inside... you oughta talk. It helps."

"And this is coming from the nihilistic Decepticon who nearly tried to kill my two friends to get past his problems." She pointed out blantantly.

Wheeljack winced. "Okay, I deserved that one..."

Windracer snorted, but her bitter expression changed when she again looked out the window into space. "I just don't belong anywhere, that's all. Human soul in a Transformer body..."

The former Autobot approached her, his hands deep in his subspace pockets. "Ah... that story. Well... Since I joined Hotshot back on the Planet to try and catch the Conehead I don't know where I fit in either... Maybe I made a mistake becoming a 'Con..." He delved deep into his own thoughts, reflecting on his past choices. Was he right? What would things be like had he remained an Autobot?

"Nah," Windracer chided, shaking her head slightly in the 'no' fashion. "I'm not a well of wisdom here or anything, but you did what you thought was right, and that's all that's important." She shrugged off the look she got from him, not breaking her attention from the dark scene outside. She watched as the ship attempted re-entry to Cybertron's atmosphere, and could feel the tugs of the metal planet's gravity already.

"You think?"

"Yeah..."

That made him feel a tiny bit better. His lips cracked into a smile as he looked down at Windracer, and she inevitably returned it herself. Something wanted him to edge closer to her, to-

A loud explosion sent the Axalon careening sideways, throwing the two Transformers off their feet and into the thick glass, cracking it. They were too stunned to recover, and as they struggled to get upright, another explosion threw them to the opposite wall. Windracer landed hard first, and Wheeljack hit her next, knocking the air out of her oxygen filters and making her vision fog up. A deep rumble soon replaced the two explosions, but there was no more turbulence; and the two began to regain their composure.

"What the... hell was that..." Windracer coughed, trying to re-fill her oxygen filters with air. She felt herself yanked up by her right arm thanks to Wheeljack, but stumbled. "You think we're under attack?"

"We can't be! Unicron's gone, right?" There was clear worry in Wheeljack's voice as he looked about.

"Then what-"

"Sis! Hey sis! Are you okay!" came a young voice from down the hall. Running their way was Sideswipe, who's armor was dented in various areas.

"Yeah, I'm fine, what the hell happened!"

"I don't know but it feels like we're under atta-GAH!"

Another boom rocked the ship again, and Sideswipe fell on his face. The first two had managed to stay standing, but Sideswipe slid down the now-steep corridor, and knocked them over like a couple of bowling pins. Shouting, cursing, and trying to untangle themselves, they crashed into Scavenger, who had emerged from an adjacent hallway just in time to be knocked over as well. They came to a halt at the very end of the hall, in one very large, squirming dogpile.

"Oww..."

"My legs! I can't feel my legs! Wait, there they are!"

"Sideswipe! Those are MY legs!"

"Oh...!"

Scavenger, dazed, confused, and ruffled, was the first to pull himself from the tangle. "What in Primus' name is going on here!"

Sideswipe, Windracer, and Wheeljack all got up at the same time. "You tell me!" The femme nearly yelled, panicked.

"It's a black hole!" Looking up, the four saw Red Alert running their way. A fourth explosion violently jarred the hallway about, and the medic came stumbling and staggering to join the group of Transformers. Fortunately -or unfortunately- the only mech that broke his fall was Sideswipe. They managed to seperate themselves quickly.

"Back up, Red, what's going on!"

Mussed, but unscathed, he continued. "The explosions are the engines overheating, we're being pulled into a black hole!"

Sideswipe wailed, hugging his knees to his chest, "We're all gonna die!"

This time, the ship hadn't righted itself, and the five Transformers felt it struggling hard against the pull of the Black Hole. "We have to get to the ship bay," Red Alert told them all. "The escape pods are inside."

Scavenger looked upwards, the hall now a very steep slope. It was their only means to the ship dock, too. "And how do you propose we do that!"

"One at a time, if we have to!" Windracer told them. "Transform!" She reverted into her dragon form, opening her wings and taking to the air, but the hall was too narrow, and she couldn't fly correctly. She landed messily amidst the four mechs.

"Or not," Came the wry reply from Sideswipe. "We're doomed!"

"No, I can climb!" Her claws began to glow, the heat element within activating. "Someone get on my back, and someone grab my tail, I can get you up two at a time."

A sickening crack that sent shudders throughout the Axalon said otherwise. "We don't have the time," Wheeljack told her tersely. "This ship's being ripped in two."

"So then what do you want me to do, get out of here myself!" They all gave her the same look. "Oh slag no, if you don't go, I don't go!"

Red Alert held back a growl. "Quit being so stubborn and just go!"

Her dragon form stood its ground and glared with bright optics. "I won't! I ain't leaving you four for dead!"

"GO!" was the unanimous shout from them all, and the femme wavered.

She looked at her adoptive brother, who nodded and started to push her up the slope, and then to Wheeljack, who gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine," he said low enough for her to hear. Windracer sighed in resignation, then, and started to climb quickly up the hall. She didn't dare look back, she didn't want to, and continued on.

Halfway through, she heard another deep rumbling crack, and the ground beneath her began to bow upwards. Optics widening in surprise, she tried to clear the fracture, but it was too late; the ship split, and she was caught in between the two sides. There was a loud shrieking noise as the oxygen contained in the axalon went whistling past her auds, and her energy conversion system converted to Energon consumption instead. The harsh sucking vacuum began to pull her out, and she could hear the startled and plaintive cries of her comerads below as they saw her ripped away from the small chunk of the Autobot flagship that she was clinging onto for dear life.

Yelling in fear and panic, she was spun head over dragonic heels for what seemed like ages. She opened her wings, but the wind was so strong that they were nearly ripped off of her body. Windracer had no choice but to tuck them tightly to her body, to make herself as aerodynamic as possible so that the force of the black hole wouldn't rip her to shreds. She hardly felt something blunt slam into her head and knock her senseless.

'Don't worry about me, you guys,' She thought, remembering the bewildered and panicked expressions on her fellow Transformers' faces. Her optics started to grow dim as stasis lock took hold. 'I'll be fine...'

Windracer was thrown further down into the violet and black churning vortex that was the black hole, unconscious, unknowing of where she was headed, or even if she would make it through alive.

TBC

God you all prolly hate me now... considering that I SHOULD Be working on Baby Blues or Chibi For a Week, but here I am, shamelessly plugging my HMW team.

Hotshot: You know Windy's not gonna liiiiiike that... Neither will the readers, for that matter...

... V.V; yes, I know. But that's what Prowl is for, right Prowl? n.n

E. Prowl: O.o; uhhhhhhh... oh gee, lookit the time /zips out in a dustcloud/

e.e; ...

Hotshot: well, it was nice knowing you. n.n /pats her on the back before strolling off/

Uhh... REVIEW! Review the fic unless you want to see my own TF femme kill me! AND WE DON'T WANT THAT!