A/N

Uh…this turned out better than I thought. I started this story, out of shear boredom and laziness, and planned on taking it down the next day. I came to check on my email and it told me I had seven reviews for this before ten this morning. By the All Spark people, I don't even have a real plot for this story. So…I'll make it up as I go along. Let more confuse continue…

II

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine…"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine…"

He wasn't. She knew it. Looking out at him, she carefully analyzed her boyfriend. His red hair was sloppy, completely unlike him, and that was just for starters. His eyes were faded, lost in thought. He had taken off his suit, replacing it with his usual red jacket, collar spiked up close to his ears. She sighed, wrapping her hands around him in a hug. He smiled lightly, but it was faint.

"I'm fine, Mary."

"Don't lie to me, Kyle…"

"I'm not lying."

"I can smell the smoke coming from your pants, liar."

She kissed him lightly on the check. He returned to the favor. She pulled free, moving into the kitchen. He stood in the hall, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked hardly different from the first day he looked in the mirror. His hated hair in a ruffled mess. He eyes faint and distant, long in thought. He looked no different but now it felt all wrong. He couldn't place it. He simply couldn't.

"A patient really got to me today," he explained.

"Oh?"

"Sam."

"The young boy?"

"No. The twenty year old."

"Oh, I see."

"He really got…aggressive today. Said all these things about different species and things."

He entered the kitchen, staying in the doorway. He watched Mary work, preparing their future meal. He loved her. She was sweet, special, attentive and caring. He was lucky to have her. He couldn't say the same about him to her. She glanced over at him, smiling warmly.

"What'd he say?"

"We were trapped in this form."

"We?"

"Yes. He said we were the same, trapped in this form. He called himself Starscream."

"Oh. Interesting. And you?"

"Knockout."

He looked at his reflection in the window. For a brief moment, the feeling of not being himself stronger than ever, he swore he saw his usually dark brown eyes flicker red. He closed his eyes tight, trying to regain himself. With a gentle kiss upon his check again, he opened his eyes to see Mary close to him. Her lips were within his.

"Don't let it get to you, sweetie."

"It hasn't."

"I disagree."

"I don't care."

They shared a kiss, and, for a split second, all seemed as it was. As Mary pulled away, he felt the pain return. The uneasy feeling. Questioning life.

"Please don't worry," she pleaded, placing a soft hand on his check.

"I'm trying."

"I know."

"Do you?"

She looked at him, shocked and surprised. He didn't mean to sound skeptical. The day had really gotten to him. He sighed, pulling away from her, heading for the room. He couldn't think straight anymore. Something was truly stuck in his head and refused to leave.

"Kyle?"

"I'm just going to lie down."

He entered the dark room, flopping onto the bed like a power drained child. He couldn't think. Couldn't process words. Couldn't…Couldn't…He groaned, throwing a pillow over his head. His head hurt so much. Stupid therapy lessons. He wasn't even a real doctor. He was still learning.

"Memories…dreams…lies…" he whispered, thinking over the conversation he had with Sam. "I'm just a doctor…I don't even have an assistant…yet…"

"It would help if I had my assistant…"

Kyle sat up abruptly. Those words came from nowhere, but came with his own voice. He covered his mouth, thinking over the words that just played. Words? What words, he thought bitterly with a sigh. As far as he was concerned, he heard nothing.