I was just about to explain when the wall exploded, and out burst a black and neon green femme.

"Hello, Flame. I haven't seen you in a long time."

It was the Autobot, Wasp!

Megatron growled, "Somebody stop her!"

I looked over to the cupcakes that had gotten splattered all over the wall by the explosion.

"Grr," I growled, "You destroyed my cupcakes!"

I lunged at her, but Wasp narrowly dodged my attack. I quickly recovered and kicked her in the faceplate.

"You shouldn't have done that," she growled.

She grabbed me by my arm and twisted it around until the wires and circuits started to break apart. Using the rest of her strength, she ripped my arm clean off!

I clenched my denta in pain as huge amounts of energon dripped from the hole where my arm once resided. My vision blurry.

"The subject is neutralized," I heard Wasp say.

I turned my head to a big, silver bot who had been knocked out by Wasp with the same needle, and I weakly whispered, "Megatron."

Wasp approached me with a needle and smirked, "Night, glitch."

Then I fell into a forced recharge.

-.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.-

When I onlined my optics again, I saw Ratchet towering over me.

Shiiiii…

I felt absolutely miserable, What the hell am I supposed to do? I sighed internally, but then was struck by an idea that could probably work, I'll just pretend to be on their side. Then when we go into battle again, I'll rejoin the Decepticons! If this doesn't work, then I'm absolutely screwed. But until then, this better fucking work.

"Where am I?" I groaned.

"The Autobot med bay. As soon as you feel better, the team needs to talk to you," Ratchet replied.

"Okay," I sighed, "I'm just glad Wasp rescued me. I had to put on an act for Megatron and pretended to fight. I did that so I could come back," I had tears in the corner of my optics and cried, "You don't know what they did to me."

"Shh," Ratchet soothed, "You're okay, now."

"Please don't ever leave me again in the hands of those filthy Decepticons again," I sniffled, "I need you."

Ratchet's optics widened, but said, "We will never leave you again."

I smirked evilly internally and cackled, HAHA, this is going just as I planned. They always were sentimental and weak…

At that moment, the doors to the med bay swished open and in walked Optimus, "Are you alright, Flame? Can you use your arm?" he asked.

"I'm alright, Optimus. And my arm works fine now, thanks to our great medic," I replied.

"That's great, Flame. Do you think we could ask you some questions now about your time aboard the Nemesis?"

My face darkened and I replied, "Yes, sir."

Optimus led me to the control room where the others were waiting.

I faced Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen, Wasp, and Wheeljack then asked, "Aren't you guys happy to see me? Oh, I'm wounded!"

Smiles broke out on all of their faces, and they ran over to hug me.

After they gained their composure, Arcee said, "We're going to start asking you questions about what happened."

I nodded my head, "Of course."

"What happened to you while you were on the Nemesis?" Ultra Magnus asked.

I had already formed my lie and replied, "When Megatron captured me, he put me into a dirty cell and threw energon on the ground. And then he told me to lick it up off the grimy floor. I refused and he punched me into the wall behind me. He left, and I was stuck in that dark, cold cell for days. After a few days, Knockout came and took me to his lab, so he could use the psychic patch to get info out of my head. But somehow I managed to make the pictures and voices blurred, so they had no luck. Then Starscream took me from Knockout's lab and put me into his torture chamber, and tried to force the info out of me, but I didn't budge, so Starscream gave up. Then Megatron entered the room and took me back with him. He had said that if he couldn't get any information out of me, then I would be his…"

"Be his what, Flame?" Arcee asked gently.

"HIS BERTH SLAVE!" I cried.

Everybody came over to help stop my sobbing.

Hehe, am I good or am I good? I ought to get a fucking award.

"That glitch will pay for what he has done!" Wheeljack yelled.

The others all agreed with him.

Ratchet walked over to me and said, "You should go recharge in your berth."

I sniffled, "Okay…"

I left the rest of them and walked towards my room then climbed into my old berth. Quickly, I fell into a deep recharge.

-.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.-

I must've been recharging for a few solar cycles because when I woke back up and went to the control room, Soundwave was bound to a metal slab with stasis cuffs over his servos and legs.

Wasp and I walked over to a wall and glared at nothing. Wasp glared at everything all the time, but I was just fucking sour.

How the hell did he get captured? He's like one of the hardest cons to even approach. He better not give away my cover. I fucking swear…

"For the last time Soundwave, tell us what Megatron is building," Optimus pried.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Soundwave screeched.

Then he put a smiley face on his visor.

"Scrap this!" Ratchet said exasperated, "I'll just download all his memories to the computer."

All this code appeared on Soundwave's visor as soon as Ratchet said that.

"Yes!" Bulkhead exclaimed, "He's downloading the files."

"No, Bulkhead," Ratchet breathed, stricken, "He's erasing them!"

Ratchet tried to intervene, but Soundwave had already erased it all.

Soundwave looked at the Autobots and said as he was forced into stasis, "Soundwave: Superior. Autobots: Inferior," then he turned to me, "Autocon: Beautiful."

He finally shut down, and I turned my back on everyone, trying to hide my blush and cursed internally, FUUUUUuUUUuUUUUUuuuuuuUUUckkckkcKKKKKk. HE KNOWS. I THOUGHT HE DROPPED THAT SHIT. I KNEW I SHOULD'VE STAYED IN MY CAR MODE. HOW DID HE FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT. THAT LITTLE SHIT KNOWS EVERYTHING. HE KNOWS TOO MUCH! FUUUUUCK. SHIIIET. HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA GET OUTTA THIS SITUATION.

Wheeljack and Wasp caught my blushing, and Wasp grumbled, "Hmph, fraggers. Don't know what love is."

"What was that all about, Autocon?" Wheeljack drew Autocon out loudly.

Primus, I have kept this secret for orns... Do I really have to tell them? Yes, you do. Or else, you may not get to go back to the Decepticons...I hate it when you're right.

I took a deep breath in, "Please...don't freak out. And please don't cast me out for this, but...The reason I'm called an Autocon is because I'm not truly good, but I'm not...bad either. So, I don't really fall into either category, but I try to do good because...it just feels right. That's why I joined the Autobots. You may not see why these decisions are hard for me. But, see...my sire...is Primus and Unicron is my carrier…" I confessed.

Shock was written on everybody's faceplates.

"I never told anybot because I was afraid that nobody would accept me...I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Flame, you don't have to apologize for anything. You can't control who your parents are or how you're born, it just matters what you do. You did what you thought was right, and at least you're telling us now," Optimus replied gently.

"Thank you, Optimus," I said gratefully.

I kind of 'bs'ed my way through that one...I don't really give a shit about doing good. Whatever benefits me...At least I dodged a bullet with that one.

"So what? You're going to let a sparkling of Unicron to stay here?" Arce screamed.

Fuck.

"Even if she was born from Unicron, I believe everybot can change their spark," Optimus reassured.

PHEW! Thank you, Optimus!

"Hmph, I still don't trust her," Arcee grumped.

Shit.

"What I would like to know, Flame," Smokescreen spoke up, "is why did Soundwave call you beautiful? Have you been lying to us?"

I froze, Fuck-shit.

"No!" I yelled, outraged, "The only con aboard that forsaken ship that was even nice enough to let me drink some of his energon when my tanks were low, was Soundwave! He was the one who cleaned up my injuries and kept me company when I was down. He was the one who made sure that I stayed sane on that shitty ship. And he was the only one who truly cared about me."

Everybody went dead silent.

"Why is everybody accusing ME for all these things when I tell you the truth! How about I accuse YOU for your actions! Why did you let me rot on that fucking ship?!" I pointed at Wasp and screamed, "Why did you have to rip of my arm! And why does everybot hate me!"

I ran into my room, fake tears dripping from my optics. I laid on my berth and sighed.

Ho. Ly. Shit. How did I get away with that? My carrier would be proud…

I heard the door swish open.

"Go away," I mumbled.

"Nobot hates you, Flame. The rest of the team is probably just hatin' on you because you're cool and they're not, except me of course."

I turned around and saw Smokescreen at the door. He walked toward my berth and sat down when I sat up. He hesitated for a second, but then hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry for raging and yelling at y'all. It's just that...every time I tell bots the truth, they send me away or accuse me for things that I, most likely, didn't do," I apologized.

"It's okay, Flame. Anyways, I'm going on a mission with the others to see if we can collect some data on predacons," Smokescreen replied.

"What about predacons?" I asked.

"Well, we've had a few encounters with one," Smokescreen answered truthfully.

I thought about the possibilities of a killer machine as an ally for the Decepticons, and I almost started laughing at the image of the look on the Autobots' faces as the predacon ripped off their limbs.

"Oh, wow. How long was I out for this to happen?"

"Two weeks."

"TWO WEEKS?" I screeched, "I thought it was only a few days!"

"Nah, it seems like you really needed that recharge more than you thought, huh?"

I shook my head, "Oh my Primus. Well, hopefully, not too many things have changed."

Smokescreen laughed, "Yeah, I guess it's pretty disorientating for you isn't it?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I've gotta go now," he stared at me intensely, "And we're leaving you with Soundwave. Optimus has faith in you that you can change, so don't disappoint us."

"Okay, I promise. I swear upon my very spark I will not let you down again," I promised, but lying straight through my denta.

Everybody left, and it was just me and Soundwave. I ran into the control room and shook Soundwave so hard, his visor almost popped off.

Hmm, that gives me an idea…

"Fine, while you're still in stasis, I'll just see what your faceplate looks like," I teased.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Soundwave yelled.

I grinned as we strolled out of the base, and we transformed into our jet modes.

Then I realized if Soundwave wasn't in stasis, then he heard my whole story, "You heard what I said back there didn't you?"

"Yes, and don't worry. I won't tell," he reassured.

I sighed in relief, "Thank you."

I had never been so eager to see the Nemesis and Megatron in all my life, so when I saw the black glimmer of said ship, I broke the sound barrier, I was going so fast!

When Soundwave and I transformed back into our bipedal mode and approached Megatron, I observed 4 figures standing behind him.

"Welcome back, Soundwave and Flame. We have some new recruits. Some old friends I believe. You may step out of the shadows you 4."

I widened my optics. It couldn't be…