A/N- Sorry it's been awhile. I've been busy with school, and I have had time, but just never really got around to updating till now. Anyways this is a very odd chapter. And I know many of you are concerned about Magnum/Crankshaft/Firefly's behavior. That will be revealed next chapter. Meanwhile, pay close attention to her three dreams. They are super important.

Kevyn: Why don't you spoil the stor-

Me: I thought I told you to stay out of my stories for now! GOSH!

ENJOY^^

"Remember all the sadness and frustration." -Linkin Park, Iridescent

Chapter 6

"So," Springer murmured subconsciously. "This is how it ends."

I look at the bot through sad optics. I shake my head no, then confirm it out loud. "It can't end like this." I pull myself out of Springer's embrace and head to the motionless body before us. I kneel down beside the red and blue mech, a pained cry sounding from my vocal processor as the reality of it all hits me. I turn to see the decepticons fleeing, or just leaving a battle that can't continue. "This CAN'T end this way!" I yell, before turning to the cliff that over looks the ocean that the decepticon's glee filled shadows dance upon. I run forward and launch myself off the cliff, aware of the rocks below, but not quite caring.

"FireFly! NO!"

I pull myself out of recharge, my optics onlining to see that I was indeed still in the brig. I sigh, sitting up on the uncomfortable berth. I glare at my surroundings, wishing I actually had a real bot to glare at. But, ever since my argument with Springer a few decacycles ago, all has been dead quiet. I stand up, swaying slightly due to the recent slack in my energon supply. I feel a wave of dizziness sweep me off before I land back on the berth, my processor blurred and my thoughts muddled because of it.

I try to stand once more, this time succeeding. I walk to the door, my steps staggering ever so slightly as I do so. I reach the door right before my legs give out, catching myself on one of the bars in the window. I let out a low growl, plotting how I would rip every single one of the Wreckers to shreds, starting with the stupid medic Red Alert. I am finally able to stand once more when I hear someone coming down the hallway. I leap away from the door, landing just in front of the berth.

Two mechs stand in front of the door, I struggle to make out who they are. Finally, after a click, the door opens and in steps Prowl, Springer still standing outside. I roll my optics before sitting down on the berth, arms crossed in annoyance. "You need something?" I don't hold back the annoyance that sounds in my voice, showing just how frustrated this made me.

Prowl doesn't seem surprised, but Springer looks slightly hurt behind him. "What happened to Magnum?" He inquires, a slight edge to his voice.

"Haven't I already answered that question like five times now? It's getting kind of old boys." I let a smirk cross my face, but quickly wipe it away. I hold my helm in my servoes, trying to get rid of my sudden processor ache. I see Springer step forward out of the corner of my optic, but Prowl holds his hand, motioning to stay back. He steps forward and whispers something in my audio receptor, but I just shake my helm. I hear him sigh before stepping back once more.

"Just tell us what happened. Please." I hear Springer voice from where he stands in the doorway.

I stay somewhat hunched over for a second before my processor ache finally ceases. I stand straight before I simply shake my head no. I don't want to talk, for fear I might say something I would regret. Or something that might totally give my motives away.

"Why not?" Springer yells, stepping towards me.

"Springer, NO!" Prowl yells, leaping towards the door that slams shut right in his face. He lets out a growl of frustration before slamming a fist into the door.

"Oh frag..." Springer mumbles, realizing what just happened.

"Nice going, Spring." I say, recrossing my arms. I lean against the wall, still sitting quite comfortable on the berth. "Guess you two are stuck with me." I wince as I shift, my still pained wings touching the wall in a few cracks.

"This is just great," Prowl grumbles, his back facing Springer and I. I see how tense Prowl is, and can't help but want to laugh. Now he knows how I feel.

Springer sits down on the berth next to me, and I force myself away. He seems somewhat hurt, but tries to hide it. He looks at me for a second before saying, "So what do you do down here?"

I laugh at his inquiry, somewhat glad we got away from more tender subjects. I shrug my shoulders, "I plot your deaths, cry over Lockdown's death, the usual." I see the look of horror on his face before I burst into laughter."I don't just scheme, Spring. I think back to good times, and bad." I begin twiddling my thumbs, thinking.

"Do you ever think about me?" I freeze. I should have expected him to ask this, but for some reason, I didn't plan ahead. Springer stays quiet for the next few moments as I plot my response.

"Why would I think, let alone care, about a stupid autobot?" I hiss, finally deciding to keep up my act.

In a mere matter of seconds, Prowl is at my neck a look of pure rage clouding his now indigo optics. "You know why you should care about us stupid autobots?" Prowl growls, his face only an inch or two from mine. "Because we cared about you. Even when you stabbed us in the back, Mags! We never stopped caring! But all you've ever done is give us more grief, and frankly, I am TIRED OF IT!" The bot hisses, slamming me up against the wall once more, causing a yelp to escape my vocal processor. Prowl seems to snap out of his rampage at my pitiful mewls of pain, releasing me and heading back to the door, his face away from us.

Springer inches over to where I am now crying, placing one of his servoes on mine. His fingers intertwine with mine in an attempt to comfort me. I simply look down at our servoes and allow even more lubricant tears to flow from my optics. Why did it have to be this way? Why can't I just tell them how I feel? Why does my stupid fucking plan have to cause so much trouble? MY thought just make even more lubricant tears flow. Springer decides to be brave, pulling me to him. I lean against the big green mech, so appreciative of the kind gesture. Finally, I drift into recharge.

"Magnum," I hear a familiar voice call in the distance. I can't quite make out who they are, or see them for that matter in this pitch black blanket that surrounds me.

"Who is it?" I ask, my voice shaking ever so slightly.

"Magnum, you need to end this..."

"End what?" My voice sounds shrill, but it has no affect on my own audio receptors.

"Your game... End the game... No one else... playing anymore... It's time … end this..."

I shake my head, "I'm still here, so the game must go on. As long as one of us lives, the game continues."

"Crank, let's move. We can't stay in this hole forever." Lockdown declares, pulling me up off my aft. I look up at him in confusion, still somewhat stuck in recharge. He gives my arm a gentle tug, guiding me to the exit of our temporary home. "They'll find us if we stay here any longer, Crank."

I nod, my processor still kind of groggy. I watch the things we creep by, cataloging everything we pass so I can one day return to this spot. Finally, we make it out to the remnants of a battle field, energon pools all over the place, most under the carcasses of fallen autobots or decepticons. We make it to the remains of a highway, not a peep from either 'Bots or 'Cons. Lockdown releases my servoe, transforming, sitting idly as he waits for me to follow suit. I finally come fully out of recharge, transforming into my vehicle mode.

I pull up next to my mate and wait for him to lead the way. He sits there for a second more, seemingly stuck in thought, before speeding off. I rush to catch up to the hurried mech, unsure of why he is so worried lately. Lockdown usually isn't like this.

We drive for what seems like forever before finally reaching a cave in the middle of what once was a beautiful city, burnt to the ground by war. We transform simultaneously, so used to timing our moves to each other it had become second nature. We walk in, my radar on overdrive, trying to see if there were any other bots around.

My radar didn't pick up on any.

Lockdown entered the cavern first, his lights flickering on. "Crankshaft," He murmurs as I enter behind him. "I'm sorry."

"Magnum- I mean, FireFly- are you alright?" Springer asks as I jolt out of my sleep, grasping my spark chamber tightly.

I shake my head no, too startled to say anything out loud. I look around, making sure I am in fact in the brig. I am, much to my relief, and Prowl and Springer are still here, too. The white mech leans up against the door to my holding cell, while Springer still has his arms wrapped around me protectively, worry bright in his blue optics. The green mech looks me over one quick time before deciding to speak.

"Bad dream?"

I nod, still unsure of what I might say if I spoke. I simply press my self up against Springer, seeking comfort from the bot who I'd attempted to kill more than once now.

"What was it-"

"Springer, she is a decepticon. Stop fraternizing with the enemy already." Prowl hisses, not turning to face us at all.

"Prowl, she was your little SISTER," Springer hisses, anger suddenly flooding the usually cool bot. "You said it yourself that-"

"I KNOW VERY WELL WHAT I SAID!" Prowl yells, his temper causing him to be unnecessarily loud as he turns and glares at Springer.

"Goddamn it," I hiss, causing them both to look upon me as I use the primitive Earth phrase. "Would you two CHILL? It's neither of your guys' faults, 'Kay? So just-"

A/N- Sorry it's kind of short! 7 should be up tomorrow then you'll understand her issues.

Kevyn: You mean how she is sch-

Me: I told you you aren't supposed to appear in this story! And stop trying to slip in spoilers!