Why'd you come back just to say goodbye?

I was over you and now I'm bleeding again

My heart is shattered

and I can only hear your lies

The words hung in the air as the music died out. It reverated in our bones, in our very being. We sat there silently as the sound dissipated.

"We probably sound crazy, huh?"

"Not at all.." She said, strumming a couple chords. The song she was thinking of drifted into my my head and I adjusted the lyrics to fit.

You can stay with me

stay alone with me

through the end of the word and beyond….

I stopped singing and she stopped strumming. She placed the gutair on the bed, her hair falling in her eyes as she did so. I brushed my forehead, though none hung over my eyes.

"What's up then, Har? Why do you think we're crazy?" She asked, finding a way to hold my eye contact. Her blue eyes were striking in their difference from mine. She was my light, and I was her shadow.

I shifted in my seat, moving closer to her warmth. "I dunno. It's just, sometimes I can't tell if I'm me or you."

"Are you scared of that?"

"No. I'm scared because I like it."

She leaned closer, pulling me into a hug, my head stuck firmly beneath her chin. I could feel her breathe from there. "That's perfecly fine."

I smiled and closed my eyes. "Yeah, okay Ms. Therapist."

The memory drifted away, taking all of my emotion with it. I opened my eyes, immediately wishing I could close them again. We were still here in that cell. The window still showed Earth from afar. I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. At least Melody was still here. She'd always be there for me.

Yeah.

We turned to each other. Did she answer me? It was my voice, but hers too.

"Did you…?" I trailed off. She nodded. The experiments I suppose.

Yeah.

I jumped again.

He did this on all of the girls, right?

I hope so. I hope he doesn't find out that we're…

twins. I finished.

Shockwave came out again and we all scrambled into a line. I did not let go of her hand. I would never let go of her, even through death. She was all I had left.

OoOo

"Ready, set," I paused. The sound of revving engines grew louder, cresendoin'. "Go!" They flew by, makin' my hair fly back from their wind. I watched as they zoomed around the course transformin' and jumpin' and transformin' again. They were fast. Really fast. I envyed them for it. I could never get that spee that I craved.

Suddenly Jazz skidded to a stop next to me, dust trailing behind his wheels only to settle on Cliffjumper glistening hood. I blinked an' Jazz was a bot again.

"I won din't I?" He smirked, already knowing the answer. I nodded as Cliffjumper shoved him playfully.

"I was close. I only lost 'cause you're a cheater." Cliff grinned as Jazz shoved back.

"Get off the track. Other wanna race." I teased. "And your fat aft is blockin' the way." They joined the others watchin'/ waitin' to race as Sunstreaker and Bumblebee stepped up.

"No cheatin' or foulplay. No misusin' the obstacles. No time outs. Ready, set," I paused, as I always did. Bumblebee played the audio track of the moon launchin's as Sunstreaker moved slightly away from me.

"Go!" I shouted. They sped past me, but this time I did not watch. I walked over to the side of the track and closed my eyes. I could almost pretend that I was flyin', that the wind blowing by me was real wind and that the wetness on my cheeks were not tears, but condensation from the clouds.

I'd never be like them. I would never fulfill this Speed-lust. It hurt to think of it. Bumblebee slowed to a stop at the finish line, giving a large berth for Sunstreaker who was still going at maximum speed.

I plastered a bright smile on my face and sauntered over. This was the best I was going to get.

OoOo

My hands were steady, my stance good; I pulled the trigger and watched as it flew torwards the target. At the last instant, I noticed the slight change in trjectory. It made it's mark an inch above the target.

"Shit." I growled, reloading the .22. I fired again and again, not really caring where it landed as long as it hit something. They created a line through the middle target, somehow still missing the dead center.

"You have a pretty good aim." I looked up at the speaker, a tall, black bot I had seen hovering around Optimus before our rescue. His demeanor was one I had dealt with many times before; it reminded me of my gruff, but kind grandfather.

"Not good enough." I muttered back, keeping in mind his sensitive hearing. I glanced at his face again, trying to place it. Ironhide, I realized. That was his name.

"Don't sweat the small stuff kid. That's the making of a sniper." He turned away to help one of the soliders who still had issues shouldering his gun.

I sighed and fired again. I followed the path of it as it flew, punturing the paper in the one spot I had been aiming to hit. I smiled softly, remembering the one who taught me how to do this and the reasons why. My head was silent then, and I reveled in it. It was almost like before.