Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, life's been pretty hectic. I would say this is a more serious chapter so we could get that stuff out of the way and to the good stuff;) aka cute mechs and humor. And just to let you guys know I will be basing the characters off of the MTMTE comic (amazing comic I would highly recommend reading if you are into Transformers or comics in general) a lot. I have only made it to issue 11 so I have a semi good understanding of their backstories and character. But honestly that's being generous when I say semi good understanding… I'm gonna kick myself halfway through this story when I read how I wrote them in the beginning I swear to goodness.

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Distant muttering is heard in the distance; a muddling of sounds and voices. There is few times of complete silence, the sound of activity and movement is constant.

Great, not one of these dreams again.

Wait a second, I can actually hear myself think! This must be one of those lucid dreams you read about and try to do for like one or two nights.

A low voice is heard with a dark tone laced in its words. Botchy images appear, simple shapes with somewhat defined colors.

If this is a lucid dream why can't I control it? This is irritating. It's like I'm trapped in my own dream. Just along for the ride or something. And what's with these voices? And why is my vision so blurry and undefined. Why can't I see anything?

What kind of dream is this?

Fading. Voices become mutters of a sound, images become ghosts of what they once were. Darkness starts to fall…

This isn't cool. Why can't I ever remember these freako dreams except when I'm in the dream?!

I'd just love some answers right about now!

If this is a dream… why does it feel so real?

Ugh… my head feels like a freaking semi ran over it…

I slowly try opening my eyes, but it's a struggle because it feels like elephants are sitting on my eyelids. Not that I would know what that feels like, obviously.

"The human is clearly traumatized. And surely you can understand why. I've studied the human brain enough to know the amount of basic knowledge you're capable of understanding."

Ok, this sounds interesting.

"Yeah, I get that Rachet. But with enough time around your kind, she'll be able to get accustomed. You know Primes not going to let her go anywhere for God knows how long."

Say what now?

"We aren't going to just throw her into the fragging rec room. This is not only going to take time, but mentally strength and stability. She is not ready."

Ok Elizabeth, keep your cool. If you 'wake up' now, they'll realize you were eavesdropping. Nobody's giving you straight information, and if this is the way to get it, so be it.

"I'm not saying we throw her into the rec room, I'm saying we at least try to give her a positive view of you."

Honestly it's so hard not to giggle right now… it sounds like they're having a whisper shouting match.

"Well I'm saying the only bot she's allowed to have contact with right now is me. I wouldn't be surprised if she dies from fright the next time she sees Sunstreaker and Prowl, and she hasn't even met the other two thirds of us."

Well he's not wrong. And two thirds?!

"Alright. But don't expect her to be overly fond of staying in a confined space with you for very long. Hell, if I was the girl I'd exploit every option to escape."

I swear to goodness I can probably reach the stick up Ratchet's butt from here. This guy's got a solid point.

"Alright Captain Lennox, I don't want you to be late for your meeting. And I have work to do."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it."

I hear the echoes of Lennox's steps as he exits the med bay.

My breathing hitches as I feel movement in my right arm. Is that a… is that a needle? Are you serious?

I open my eyes and peek down at my arm, and yup sure enough; it's a needle. Doesn't he already know how I feel about these things?

"I see you've finally decided to open your eyes."

My eyes immediately snap over to Ratchet. He's sitting hunched over working on something with the utmost concentration. Not enough to not make chit chat it seems.

"How long till I can leave?" My voice is raspy and my throat hurts when I speak, but I ignore the feeling.

Ratchet turns his head slightly to the side to regard my question and ceases his work.

"When I say you are healthy enough."

"No, I mean… when can I leave this place?"

"That's," he hesitates for a moment before returning to his work, "that's not up to me."

My heart drops a bit and I close my eyes once more.

This isn't fair! I have no idea why I'm here other than maybe because I've seen the robots. They probably are to be kept a secret… but the attack on Mission City would be let hard to cover up. And that doesn't explain why they came for me in the first place.

"Why am I here?"

"I am not permitted to tell," responds Ratchet.

"Yet you're permitted to hold me here against my will?"

I hear him sigh and move to stand up from his chair.

"Femme, there happens to be a lot of things even I don't know about that has been happening as of late. It would serve you well to focus on regaining your strength and keeping your heart rate low, which you are failing at right now."

I open my eyes and notice that he isn't at his workplace anymore, instead he's moved to the medical equipment near me.

"Ratchet, I understand you have high intellectual capacities? I think you can get why I would be very stressed out right now," I quip. I dunno how many times Ratchets been kidnapped, but I am sure he probably realizes that after three times in a row one might get a little… stressed.

"Maybe I'm overreacting or something," I continue, "but tell me this; what would you do if your entire world was flipped upside down?" Well, more like flipped upside down, sucker punched, and drop kicked to China.

"I wouldn't impair my already severely malnourished and damaged body trying to escape," responds the medic. I don't know Rachet, flight seems like a normal reaction to me.

But how could he understand… being alone and yet surrounded by your own race… nobody to trust, nobody to care for you, and no way of escaping. No answers to any of the questions boiling inside your head.

"Ratchet, I am still trying to comprehend what you are. Right now all I know is that you are a 30 foot robot who can speak perfect English, capable of abstract thought and highly advanced medical capabilities, and can transform into a vehicle. I don't even know what planet you're from! Assuming you are an alien. And why the hell do you look so much like humans if you are from a different planet?! How long have you been on Earth? Why are you on Earth? Are you even an alien-"

"Enough!"

Rachet and I both turn to look at the source of the voice and to my dismay, it's another robot. I know I've been him before I just can't place the name to the face...

"Don't you think this femme deserves some answers?!"

Yeah!

"I told you over the comm not to come in here, Bluestreak."

Ohhhhhh that's right. His name is an oxymoron because there is not one single blue streak on him. I'm gonna have to fix that.

Blue walks over to Ratchet, both Autobots obviously irritated.

"Ratchet she is all alone here. We downright kidnapped her and took away all her rights as a free being. All because she showed some slagging spark radiation-"

"Say what?!" I demand. Finally we are getting somewhere!

"You fragging glitch!" Ratchet hurls a… what the frick he just hurled a wrench at him! Geez that sounded like it hurt! Why would he do that?!

"You know Optimus needs to be the one to explain her everything," continues the angry medic, "He is the only bot here qualified! Now get out of my med bay before I sedate you and rewire your processor!"

Bluestreak glances at me and I can practically see the smoke radiating off of him from here. Then he left in a furry, stopping once to give Sunstreaker the once over before exciting the med bay.

"And where is this Optimus guy anyways?" I chirp.

"Taking care of matters dealing with your presence here and what we are to do with you," responds Ratchet.

"You mean… you mean this wasn't planned?! None of this was supposed to happen?"

"No," Rachet eyes my heart rate on the monitor before continuing, "It was planned quickly once we detected the radiation. Sunstreaker wasn't supposed to happen."

My eyes immediately dart to his still figure at the mention of him.

"They are discussing what to do with him, and the repercussions of our race inducing harm unto an innocent human."

"That jerk deserves whatever's coming to him." I say darkly. I hear Ratchet sigh before moving to touch the tube in my right arm.

"What're you doing?" I eye him nervously as he adjusts the bandages with gentleness I would have never guessed a robot like him could possess. He is graceful and filled with purpose with his movements, each touch so light and delicate.

"So how long have you been a doctor?" I question.

"A long time."

"Femme means 'girl' right?"

"Yes."

"Ok," just checking…

"And what do you call 'males'?"

"Mechs," responds Ratchet as he works on his data pad. I'm gonna have to get used to all this robot lingo I suppose.

"Oh my God," my eyes widen as a certain little detail surfaces in my head.

"What?" Rachet absentmindedly taps away on his data pad.

"I have a cat."

"You had a cat."

A blue and red figure appears walking down a large corridor. His steps are full of purpose and his pose is regal. The hall is sparsely lit with no decorations or furniture, and a sense of foreboding fills the air.

Alright. This dream again. At least the images are getting less blurry and I can hear stuff going on… like this dude's foot steps. Wait, is that a mech?

The tall mech reaches a large grey metal door and at his arrival it immediately slides open. Inside the room a large rectangular table takes up the majority of the space.

Looks like a meeting room or something… wait who is that at the window? He looks familiar.

A mech stands at a window that takes up the entirety of the wall facing the metropolis, his hands folded behind his back. He then says something to the tall mech but it's too muffled to be able to be understood fully.

His voice sounds familiar. Weird.

The tall mech responds, his voice low and dark. A feeling of dread takes over the room as his words settle. The mech by the window stands for a moment longer before turning fully towards his guest.

Wait that's Prowl! What's he doing in my dream?

The scene slowly becomes completely clear; rid of any blurry images.

Finally! I was just about to start wearing glasses to bed.

"We don't know anything for sure," says Prowl, "We could be completely wrong in our assumptions."

"Would it not be wise to treat her as a likely possibility? All events as of late considered," responds the guest.

Holy moly that mechs voice is saucy. I could listen to that all day.

Prowl considers his point for a moment before coming to sit down at one of the chairs of the table, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"We don't know if she's the right one for this, Pax. Asking someone a favor of this magnitude is borderline inconceivable. I trust her with my life, and I see that you do as well, but this is something more than just trust."

Orion Pax nods his head, considering his trusted friends wisdom.

"She is our last hope. She is the only sentient being who has fully immersed herself in her truth, in what is truly right for not just ourselves but for the entirety of all life. All these years of war and her strength is unwavering. Her loyalty is unbreakable. Yet she remains untainted by the past and continues to look to the future with hope."

Prowl sighs and reclines in his chair.

"This is not just because she saved your life?"

Orion comes up to stand next to Prowl and extends his hand. As Prowl takes it and rises to stand, Orion says, "Of course not. Not many have earned my trust as she has done."

"I have faith in your judgement, old friend."

With that, Prowl's guest exits the room. Before he makes his way out into the hall fully, Prowl says one thing more.

"I know about the bond."

Orion halts in his tracks and turns his head slightly to regard his friends words. He then continues his steps, and the door slides shut behind him.

What's a bond? Who is this Orion Pax dude… What were they talking about?

I awake with a start in the same bed, the same clothes, the same place as before. Why had I awoken so abruptly… I had felt someone staring at me… someone other than Ratchet.

I look to my right and flinch at the sight before me. Sideswipe stands next to Sunstreaker's berth (who is unconscious, thank goodness) with his arms folded and facing me. His optics are trained on me, which isn't creepy at all. I say that with the utmost sarcasm, of course.

"You aren't supposed to be in here," I say. Must I point out the obvious? Apparently so.

"Why did you do it?" Sideswipes voice is low and curious. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion because I honestly have no idea what he's talking about and if it's obvious I don't want to seem stupid.

"I don't know what you are referring to-"

"Back in the desert," he cuts me off, "You went to go look for me. You could have run away, but instead you came for me, because you thought I could help Sunny."

"Yeah…"

"Why?" Sideswipe starts to make his way over to me which honestly makes me really uncomfortable, for obvious reasons. Am I going to have to make a run for it again? I don't want to have to rip this tube out of my arm again… and this guy needs to stop getting closer to me.

"Look I'm not so sure you're allowed to be in here without Ratchet-"

"You intrigue me, femme. You could have ran yet you didn't. Why?"

"Look Sideswipe," I start, "I don't know you. I barely know what species you are, and you persist on talking to me. I think it would make more sense if I were to ask you questions. And while I'm speaking my mind, I would love it if you could just stay over there next to Sunstreaker because you're making me nervous."

Sideswipe doesn't budge in his spot several yards away from me. He just stares down at my form like he's trying to come up with an answer for my actions in his head. I sigh and shake my head.

"You wanna know why I did it? Because it was the humane thing to do. A halfway decent person wouldn't just leave an animal to die when there's a possibility it could survive. Plus I was delusional from loss of blood and I was lost, so I decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea to possibly die quickly by an alien then be torn to shreds by vulchers after I starve to death."

Sideswipe continues to stare at me.

"Was I stupid and vulnerable? Yes. Was I scared shitless? Also yes. Am I still scared shitless? I think you can answer that yourself instead of asking me. And while I'm being honest with you, I've never been more scared in my entire life than in the last month, especially when I was with Sunstreaker. If that animal died right now, I wouldn't give two shits. I understand he's your brother, but I will never forgive him for what he did to me." Tears start to form in my eyes as I confess my feelings, and I look away in an attempt to save whatever dignity I have left.

"You have no right to ask me questions. I appreciate your inquiry and whatever services you've given me, but the last thing I want to do right now is have a conversation with something that can flick me and break every bone in my body in the process."

I close my eyes and a tear slides down my cheek. Well I guess I'm a cry baby now… where's a friends shoulder to cry on when you need one?

I hear movement and my eyes widen as I see the giant robot lessen the gap between us and rest his hands on the ground on either side of my birth.

"D-do not come any closer. Way too close," I shrink back in my bed as his face comes close to me, his optics staring straight into my eyes. My breathing becomes quicker as I panick at his close proximity. He leans forward even more, so close that I could reach out and touch the metal of his face.

This is beyond terrifying. What is he doing? Wheres Ratchet? Why are these robots so goddamn weird and emotional? Why am I so emotional? Ok lets not open that can of worms Elizabeth…

"Sideswipe! Fragging glitch, you aren't supposed to be in here! I leave for one second…" I hear Ratchet mutter something unintelligible before grabbing Sideswipes shoulder and wrenching him back from my birth. Thank goodness for Ratchet. I thought Sides was gonna stare me to death.

"Leave before I call Ironhide and have him rearrange your parts before I do, with much less practical methods."

Now there is a threat I wouldn't take lightly. Sideswipe continues to stare at me before making his way to the exit.

"That was… Confusing. To say the least," I mutter.

"The twins are impossible to manage is all I have to say about them," adds Ratchet. I turn to look at him but a familiar figure captures my attention.

Hayden. She stands several meters away from my bed with with her hands in front of her, clasping and fidgeting with nervousness. Serves her right to be nervous. She betrayed me. Even the sight of her makes my blood boil and all I see is red.

All I can do is glare at her. I've had enough anger for one day, and talking to Hayden will only amplify my rage.

"Lizzy, I just wanted to apologize-"

"Get out."

Hayden flinches at the venom in my tone but I don't care.

"I don't want to see you. Get out."

"But, Lizzy-"

"No!" I bark. Hayden looks to Ratchet, but all he does is look back at her.

"In my time of need, you weren't there. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, you weren't there. When I was scared out of my mind, you weren't there." I spit the last few words out like they were poison on my tongue.

"I- I'm sorry," whispers Hayden before she walks out of the med bay. I instantly regret my harshness towards her; I've never been so hostile with someone I loved.

"Normally it's me making the mistakes," I say to no one in particular a few minutes after she had left.

"Normally I'm the one having to apologize," I sigh, "she probably has a good reason for keeping it from me too. And I just shut her out. Hell, she probably was trying to protect me. There's not an evil bone in her body." I put my face in my hands as I sit up. Everything is just so hard to process as of late… I can't keep up with the emotions inside of me.

"Optimus insists he talk to you as soon as possible. It's not right to hold you in a strange place with no answers and no one to trust," says the medic next to me. I sigh and close my eyes as I lie back down in my bed.

"When is he coming?"

"Elizabeth Taylor, meet Optimus Prime."

My eyes shoot open and I straighten up in my bed to come to gaze at the giant mech before me. But wait… that can't be Optimus Prime.

"My apologies for the wait. I will answer any question you might have to the best of my abilities."

That's… that's Orion Pax.

Author's Note: Whaaaaaat?! She remembers her dream because someone she saw in her dream was standing before her... weird...*somewhat of a cliffhanger* Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! Thank you for reading:)