FF: HALLO MAH FRIENDS AND INTERNET PEOPLEZ! (sorry, i gotz cookies and AHM HYPAH!) As you can see i updated sooner than a year! YAY!

Hypersonic: We made sure of that.

(View pulls back to show trine and hypersonic pointing knives/guns at me)

FF: Yes. Yes they did. 0w0' (save me...)

Starscream: please enjoy this chapter while we, chat, with our authoress here U_U

FF: uh, I WRITE NOW! *types furiously*

Starscream: good girl \:3

(P.S. I, in no way shape or form, own the transformers. If i did, i might explode into a goopey mess from joy. XD)

A day later...

Hypersonic was in stable condition, resting quietly on a transformer version of a hospital bed. Many areas on her were patched up and had pieces of plain silver metal protecting her healing wounds. She was in light recharge, occasionally swimming to consciousness before sinking back down.

The trine rarely left her side, fussing over her, gently stroking her helm, whispering to her. They got in the way so much that Ratchet had to kick them out 5 TIMES. (I say FIVE because they kept sneaking back in, or warping back in.)

Two guards were always present, watching over the seekers and injured femme. Though the seekers remained passive towards the Autobots, the Autobots wanted to ensure that they were safe and weren't being tricked. Hence, the guards.

Optimus had decided that they would discuss the matter of the Trine and Hypersonic's allegiance problems when Hypersonic awoke. However, Hypersonic seemed determined to sleep forever. Even though Ratchet said that this was normal due to the fact that her body needed time and energy to heal from the trauma and that she was exhausted, the circumstance of when she would wake up was starting to get a little annoying.

Then, it happened.

Hypersonic twitched, her body feeling sore and battered, yet it was like her pain was dulled or drained away slightly. Painkillers? She thought fuzzily, as she tried to open her optics. Her antennae slowly rotated down and then up, testing their range of motion. She dared not make a sound in case of danger. After all, she had no idea where she was.

Forcing her optics open, bright light seared down at her, making her close her optics tightly with a small yelp. She heard a familiar voice calling something, and then, when she opened her optics just a crack, the bright light was gone. She gratefully opened her optics and looked around, fast at first, and then slower as she recognized faces.

She was in the Med-bay of the autobots since she could see their medic in the background coming closer. Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Starscream were huddled on her right side with excited and worried optics, Skywarp actually wriggling with excitement and joy. A purr dragged itself out of her throat as she lifted one hand to reach out to them, which they embraced ecstatically.

Ratchet was now at her left side and he ran a quick scan over her. "Well, you need your wounds redressed so, you three! Out!" He made shooing motions at the trine, earning a hiss from Starscream. "I don't need you three watching over my shoulder while I work!"

Hypersonic smiled at them and nodded slightly, feeling that simple movement cause a headache to form. She purred when they patted her head and reluctantly dragged themselves out of the room. Hypersonic nearly giggled when she heard the light thuds of the seekers leaning against the door, waiting to race back inside.

"Ugh." Ratchet growled in irritation. "You know that I had to kick them out five times?"

Hypersonic gave him a knowing smile that said, "I can believe it."

He smiled a little, and then refocused on getting her to sit up slowly so he could look at her injuries.

The gash on her stomach was healing nicely, in about a week he would take the patch off. Her antennae were fully healed, flicking and zipping up and down in happiness. The minor dents, burns, and cuts were already treated and were well on their way to healing naturally. The blast mark on her chest was slowly healing; it would take about a month for that injury.

"There," Ratchet grunted as he finished patching up the last wound. "You're done. I'll need to keep you her for eight days to see how you're doing, though."

He turned to go clean up his tools when Hypersonic's hand grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip. He looked back at her and asked, "What?" as she looked at him intently.

She gently pulled him over to her and positioned his hand over her decepticon symbol on her right wing. She shook her head and stared at him, willing him to understand.

"It's your symbol, what do you want me to do?" He growled, frustrated.

She placed his hand on the symbol more insistently and shook her head again. The she leaned forward carefully and placed her hand on his autobot symbol and nodded. Hypersonic looked up pleadingly.

Ratchet looked back and forth. Then it clicked. He sighed, "You'll have to ask Optimus about that one."

She blinked and looked down, somewhat angrily, then released his hand and started raking her sharp finger/claws at the symbol.

Ratchet gasped and tried to stop her. "Quit it! You're only hurting yourself more! STOP!" He was surprised when she calmly looked at him, stopped for a moment, and then swiped her claws down hard at the symbol. The metal broke off and clattered to the floor, leaving an area without paint and some scratches on her wing slightly bleeding.

She looked hard at Ratchet, optic blazing with surpirsing strength and intensity. "Not...that...any...more..." She ground out, her voice raspy.


NEXT CHAPPYTER!
(I could've just stopped there...UwU)

Optimus lightly knocked on the med-bay door, waiting for Ratchet to reply. Ratchet didn't like surprise visits, and they usually ended with the offender covered in dents from flying wrenches. He knew from experience.

When Ratchet shouted that he could come in, the prime motioned for the seekers waiting beside him to follow him, and the little group went in.

They instantly noticed Hypersonic sitting up and leaning back as Ratchet worked on her wing. She looked over and smiled so fondly, so gently, that Optimus almost forgot that she used to be a decepticon, capable of murder.

Skywarp released a shriek of excitement, (scaring everyone,) and disappeared to only warp right beside Hypersonic, somehow managing to hug her without disturbing Ratchet. As Optimus drew closer he made out the words, "Hypershypershypershypershype rsHYPERS!" as Skywarp nuzzled Hypersonic and as she nuzzled back, smiling.

Ratchet glared at the two seekers before snapping "stay STILL!" and returning to his work, mumbling to himself.

Skywarp simply ignored the medic and stayed close to Hypersonic, practically vibrating in joy. The other two seekers approached with visably restrained happiness at Hypersonic's healthy state.

She smiled brightly at them, then her antennae twitched and she turned her head to face Optimus. "Thank...you..." She forced out of her unused vocalizer, looking up with optics oh so pure.

Optimus nodded. "You're welcome Hypersonic. We have a few matters to disscus if that is all right." He sent a questioning glance towards Ratchet who had finished patching up Hypersonic's wing.

Ratchet glared suspiciously at optimus before shrugging. "As long as she doesn't move and you're quiet." He shot a look at the trine. "And keep those annoyances away from me." He turned on his heel and left to go do whatever Ratchet does in his spare time.

Optimus turned back to the trine currently attempting to huggle Hypersonic. He smiled and "ahem"'d to gain their attention. They looked up at him, somewhat irately, possibly pondering what on cybertron would be more important than showing affection to Hypersonic.

Optimus cautiously approached, saying, "Hypersonic, how are you feeling?"

She closed her optics and shrugged slightly before opening them again. She flashed a small smirk. "I don't think you came...just to see...how i was doing. Did you?" She smiled wider when he nodded. "then...say it already." She stated.

He sighed and said, "We have a problem concerning you and the trine. Your allegiances are't exactly clear at the moment."

Hypersonic's optics darkened considerably and optimus had a moment's worry about what she would do. To his surprise she pulled out an insignia: HER insignia, energon coating its ridges. SHe looked hard at him. "Once, perhaps..." She ground out. "But never...again." She then looked almost fearfully at the trine.

They looked back in understanding, and bowed their head slightly, wings drooping in sadness. She whimpered as the pain struck viciously at her spark again and Skywarp nuzzled her affectionatly, purring softly.

"But why?" Optimus pressed. "I need to know. why? No bot will trust you if you don't have a good reason for defecting, it would leave room for suspicion." He looked at her sadly. He knew he was pushing it, but if not now, then when?

Hypersonic was silent, optics closed, and slightly trembling. Then she vented a large amount of air and looked at him with a pain so great in her optics it reminded him of the costs of the war. "I left...because he did it..." She glared at the floor, tears starting to prick at her optics. "Megatron Killed Lash." Her optics flashed a disturbing red color before melting back to a soft violet.

She turned to look at him directly, the trine moving to be behind her to back her up as she spoke. "He has taken one of the most precious things I had left and killed him, the mech I loved. And that is a crime that shall NOT and CAN not be forgiven." Her voice, filled with power and resolve didn't stumble even once with the passion flowing through it. The trine nodded, sharing the same pain of loss through their bond.

He looked at her steadily and was faintly startled when she reached out and placed her insignia in his hand. "Are you certain? Once you do this, you cannot go back." He warned.

She touched it gently and her optics softened. So many memories of good times,she always felt reassured when she had seen it, reminded of her strength. Now, it meant nothing but betrayal. "It is...meaningless. It is merely a piece...of worthless metal I want to forget...a life i want to forget." She looked up tentatively.
(try listening to barlowgirl's song "come alive" at 2:09. It enhances it.)

"This is my choice. I am refusing the faction I once called my own, and instead I am returning home. To my new life that is filled with hope." Her optics burned with truth and determination. "My desicion is of my own free will, I just have to ask you for the honor of joining your side."

FF: How's THAT for an ending?! 8D

Hypersonic: eh.

FF: |8C

Starscream: Now keep typing human!

FF: *narrows eyes at starscream* Shut UP.

Starscream: Someone's moody ain't she?

FF: I have the author power and I will change your color scheme to sparkles and rainbows if i have to. Don't push it.

Skywarp: XD

Thundercracker: BUUURN! XD

Starscream: ...Why is everyone against me? TT^TT

Hypersonic: Aww, don't worry Star, I'm on your side! *nuzzles*

Starscream: :3 I gotta friend!

FF: for now...UwU

Star+hypers: SHUT IT!