Still don't own transformers. . . :( yet, i own my OCs!! :)

Nightmare

__2 months later__

Blitzwing flew lazily over Detroit, doing nothing in particular until he saw the Autobots in a group below him.

"Autobots! I vill crush you into iron filings!" he yelled, and his third face appeared, cackling, "OOH! I LOVE iron filings! Especially sprinkled on servo salad!!" He transformed and fell from the sky to fight the Autobots. SabraWing descended through Earth's atmosphere, constantly following the source of the energy she was detecting. She felt the signal beneath her until something crashed down on her from above. Transforming, and spitting curses, spun around to see what it was.

"Slag it all! Who's the fragger-" SabraWing stopped short, seeing the cool and collected face of a decepticon staring back at her. Something clicked in her. Before she could whip out her cannon, they crashed to the ground.

"I TOLD you it was Blitzwing!!" Bulkhead declared. They gathered around the odd shaped hole Blitzwing created, cannons and weapons aimed. To their utter confusion, they heard two different voices, they knew all too well Blitzwing's voices.

"Vat are you talking about?! I can't move my servos!"

"If you don't get away from me in a nano klik, I'll blow you away!!"

"Hahahaha!!! What a coincidence!! Hahaha!"

"Zat would not be a gud zing to say. . ."

"That's it!! YOU GET YOUR DIRTY SERVOS OFF OF ME!!!"

The Autobots could only exchange confused expressions. Soon, Blitzwing was blasted out of the hole, and landed on the cement, on his face plates. Prowl managed to slap stasis cuffs on the con before he got up and attacked. Optimus strode over, and crossed his arms.

"What do you think you're doing, Blitzwing?" He asked. Ratchet interrupted Prime's questioning with a gasp.

"Hey, boss bot! We got company here!!" Bee yelled stingers ready. Optimus and Prowl glanced back at the hole, where another bot arose.

"Ugh. Filthy mech!" Grumbled SabraWing, rising out of the hole. She stood to her full height, brushing herself off. Disregarding the Autobots staring incredulously at her, she looked around for the three-faced fiend. She jabbed a finger in his direction, in which he took as a que to laugh his head off.

"Hahaha! Nice femme! Be good! hahaha!" Blitzwing's crazed face screeched. The collected one switched into view.

"Strangely, you look oddly familiar."

"Haaa! Yeah! We came from ze same hole!! Haahahaha!" SabraWing didn't know what was up with this guy, but he was slagging her off.

"YOU!!!" She roared, and stomped over, "You are disgusting!! You call yourself a Decepticon?! You are just as weak as the Autobots!! And look at you!! You got yourself captured!! Serves you right, WEAKLING!! I should shove your own cannons up your aft."

She screamed, imitating the German's accent. She raised both arms to fire when a set of cuffs were locked onto her arms. A shock was sent through her processors, and she yelped in pain, keeling over on her back.

"Jajajaja!! We came from ze same hole, and got in ze same situation!! hahaha!"

"You malfunctioning reject of a sparkling!!!" SabraWing snapped, and kicked at Blitzwing's face. Then she stared at the cuffs, and then realising there were Autobots stading before her, a triumphant look on each of their faces. She glared bloody red optics up at them. She stood, taking another shock to her systems, and gave the obvious leader a staredown. She glared at all of them, resting finally on Ratchet. He paled.

"YOU!!" She pointed, and a shock zapped her cords, and she went to her knees. Her optics were shuttered for a cycle before opening. Ratchet paled some more. SabraWing looked around. "Where's Jumpstarter?" She got up, and a shock went through her again. She looked down at them.

"And who put stasis cuffs on me?! An Autobot of my high command does NOT need to be in cuffs unless under appropriate circumstances!" She recited from the laws of the Elite Guard. The Autobots could only stare in disbelief.

"And what command do you hold?" Asked Optimus, challenging the Cybertron code. SabraWing looked at Prime.

"Obviously, the rank Prime that you are, wouldn't know that I am of the Air Force's High Commander of Cybertron." She stated, smug look on her faceplate.

"High Commander? Yeah. Right" Optimus challenged. SabraWing glared.

"Oh yeah? Ask the bot that promoted me: Ultra Magnus himself." She retorted.

Ratchet finally gathered the wits to speak up.

"Well, SabraWing. What happened to you?" He asked, motioning to her chest plate, where the symbols of both Elite Guard and the Decepticons were positioned together. She looked down at her status. She raised her head again, an optic blue, and the other red.

"Apparently, I am one of a kind. . . Can't you fix me? Grumpy Doc Bot?" She sneered, as the cuffs cllicked, and fell off her arms. The Autobots stepped back in shock. She spread her arms wide, in a welcoming gesture. "Don't you remember, Doc Bot? You tried to save me? Well, I happened to be flying by this disgusting organic planet, something tripped my circuits. And here I am, as I am." She said. She looked over to their warehorse. "Whatever you bots are hiding in there, caused me to pop a circuit."

"Tsch. More like blew a fuse." Bumblebee whispered to Bulkhead. Optimus blocked her way from the warehouse.

"You're not going in there. There's nothing for your Con servos in there." Optimus declared, matter of factly. SabraWing snorted.

"Don't lie, Autobot. I have no time for this." She said, and punched Optimus in the face plates. He didn't have enough time to see it. Ratchet quivered in fear. Of all his nightmares, this one had to come to life? They watched in anticipation as she walked into their home. Ratchet's optics blacked out when they seen that she emerged with the allspark in her servo. Optimus gasped, and shot his grappler at the box. SabraWing grabbed his grappler in mid air.

"That isn't going to be good, Prime." Ratchet said, shaking his head, onlining his optics, "She'll kill you."

"What are you talking about?!" Prime only gave him a quizzed look before being yanked foreward by the decepticon only to have a knee to the faceplates. SabraWing tucked the allspark under her arm, and went to transform when Bumblebee had stung her with all he had. SabraWing writhed in the current, screaming in agony. Ratchet covered his audio sensors trying to keep out the horrible, saddening sound of the past. SabraWing managed to shoot at the bee, and fly off with the allspark.

Ratchet fell to his knees, springing a leak in his optics, trembling with sheer fear.

"The one of a kind that will bring everyone offline."