Boti: had to post two for you guys. Trying to get chapters longer but its hard. ANYWHO ENJOY!

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Chapter Ten

Night was becoming hell for Shadow. She didn't want to sleep as her nightmares got worse. Dreams of being raped by red eyed demons or forced to perform actions naked in front of many of them. She didn't understand why she was so afraid and now she wouldn't sleep without Ratchet. He was concerned about her health and it didn't make any sense to him.

"Ready for bed?" Ratchet's voice brought her out of her thoughts as she jumped. She had been hiding things from him but he knew they were only dreams. Dreams were always fictional images created by the dreamer. So t.v. or other forms of entertainment were band from her an hour before bed.

"You're not my dad," Shadow finally snapped after she got her heart to calm down. Ratchet laughed at her but Shadow had noticed that his demeanor was a bit different. He seemed very...sexual with her sometimes. And it was weird because he would snap out of it, immediately apologizing to her.

"You'll have to tell me sometime," Shadow brought up as she lay back on the bed. Ratchet didn't reply as he positioned himself beside her, his arm around her waist possessively. She was right, as always, but he still wasn't sure if she would accept what he was hiding.

"Night angel," Ratchet whispered to her, kissing her forehead before waiting for her to fall asleep. Which didn't take long as her eyes finally fluttered closed before he followed suit.

~dream~

"Oh wow," Ambre giggled as all the Autobots bowed to the two girls who walked in. Avella sighed deeply as she looked around, knowing somehow deep within that her one was not in the crowd.

"That was disappointing," Avella said as she grabbed her friend's hand. Ambre giggled once as they walked around the room, watching as some of the bots ignored them. Others watched with interest as the tiny humanoids walked around them. Ambre felt like she was zoning out before she ran into another's leg.

"Excuse me," Ambre looked up at the obvious medic as he looked down at her. He seemed concerned about her sudden detactment of the current situation. But the princess waved off his concern, saying that it was Ambre's normal attitude.

"Ambre? That is an interesting name," the medic said. Ambre shrugged her shoulders as she defended her name, saying how she thought it suited her personality.

Several hours passed as the Autobots began to leave, realizing that no one was attaching to either girl. All except one and he approached the two. Avella's grandmother was immediately defensive of the girls as her grandfather stood up to the medic.

"What is it?" he questioned. The medic bowed to the only other male as his gaze fixed itself on Ambre.

"Forgive me Alpha Trion, but I wish to speak with Ambre. Alone?" the last word was spoken very unsure but Avella's grandfather allowed him to take Ambre away. Ambre wasn't frightened by the medic and was eager to speak with him, though she was unsure as to why.

As they got away from the group, though they were still in sight to Avella, Ambre felt her body grow excited. And that's when she knew who this Autobot was to her.

"I believe you already know, Ambre," the medic spoke, bringing Ambre back to the situation at hand. Ambre nodded and smiled up at him, seeing him smile in turn.

"What's your name first?"

"Ratchet. I'm a medical officer of the Autobots," he said as Ambre relaxed in his hand. She giggled much like a child as she thought about what he said.

"Well, that won't let me get away with a lot," she said. Ratchet chuckled at her as he agreed with her. Ambre relaxed some as she studied her newfound love. Which was surprising. She was a protector and he was a medic. And she was a jokester. Quit often as well.

"Ratchet."

"Hm," the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable but she knew she had to ask. She came from another planet, another custom. Most of the Cybertronian customs were still new to her. And this custom that she has to participate in was still unknown to her.

"How do you bond with your true mate?"

He chuckled as he looked at the girl. She was still immature mentally and just as shy as the princess. But she was still tough and strong. And that was what they needed in these trying times.

"You'll see, Ambre. You'll see..."

~end dream~

Shadows eyes flew open as she remained frozen in her bed. That dream told her infinitely more than she already knew and it was eating away at her. Ambre was Ratchet's mate. And if she remembered correctly, the second one he lost. Now she understood why he was so defensive of her. And why he was a little heisitant to get with her.

Still, she wasn't sure why she was remembering everything. Remembering a life that wasn't physically hers. There had to be a special meaning to these memories and it was driving her insane. That is, if lack of sleep doesn't do it first.