Christmas holidays have officially started! YES! Which means more updates! If anyone's still reading this... XD. I don't think I've had a review since I introduced the Autobots... hmm... XD. Well, this was written whilst listening to Set Fire to the Rain and Turning Tables by Adele, Dream Catch Me by Newton Faulkner, and Lilium from Elfen Lied, I'm afraid I don't know who sings it, but whoever they are, they have a wonderful voice. Recently started to watch that anime, and I'm now wondering why in the hell I haven't watched it sooner, tis AWESOME! I'm only on episode five though, so no spoilers, please! Anyway, on with the chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Ultra Magnus returned to his office, utterly defeated. He had simply left Twilight without a word. There was nothing else he could have said.

'You think too lowly of yourself... You think too lowly of yourself... You-'

The large mech's head snapped up at the familiar sound of sirens and the sight of the red warning lights that indicated an intruder had infiltrated the base. Rodimus' voice startled him through a comm. link.

'We've got three Decepticon intruders. It seems the femme really is as important as we thought.' Magnus' spark twisted in annoyance. She did have a name, why couldn't anyone use it?

He shook the thought off, he had bigger problems to deal with. If the 'Cons took her back now, what were the chances of seeing her again? Only in battle, and neither of them were in a position to speak whilst aiming to kill. Rather, whilst Twilight was aiming to kill him as he tried to apologise.

Besides, who knew what the 'Cons were doing to her? Sure, she could take care of herself, he knew that for a fact, but how many mechs were there at the Decepticon base compared to the one of her?

He shook his head violently, running off down to the brig. He didn't want to think about that. There were no recent scars on her frame, apart from the one's he would have left. Guilt and shame ate away at him like cosmic rust. He didn't know it was her at the time. He had simply shot to defend himself, it hadn't once crossed his mind that it would've been his childhood crush that had completely torn out his spark when she had left to join the Decepticons.

Astrotrain ran through the Autobot brig's corridor, occasionally changing into his train alt mode to mow down a few new recruits that dared to step in his path. If he managed to find the slagging femme, Galvatron might lay off the random punches and cannon blasts for a while. At least, that's what he hoped. Although, he supposed, that also depended on what condition he found her in.

The Autobots had either been foolish enough to leave the femme's energy signature unmasked, or Soundwave had already managed to shut off the signal interference. Either way, she wasn't hard to find. With a few kicks and a shot from his gun, the lock on the cell door was no more. Entering the cell, he found the femme unharmed, save for a nasty gash on her ankle that the shackle was cutting into even further.

"You alright, Twilight?"

"I'm fine, Astrotrain." The situation couldn't get any more awkward.

Twilight couldn't understand why Astrotrain, of all the mechs, was the one helping her out of her chains. Of course, he wouldn't be here on his own, but... If that was true, where were the others? To be honest, she was relieved that he was here, she hadn't expected to be rescued. Grateful as she was, Twilight didn't particularly like the mech, for reasons she kept to herself.

With the shackles finally off, Twilight tried to take her first step of freedom. Luckily Astrotrain caught her when she fell in agony.

'That broken ankle must be lot worse than it looks.'

"Well, like it or not, I'm gonna have to carry you outta here." She glared at him, even though she knew he was right. She couldn't even walk with his support, it truly was an embarrassing moment.

Her embarrassment was soon clouded by anger and hatred when she heard footsteps coming their way and detected the irritatingly familiar energy signature of Ultra Magnus.

"We're getting out of here, now." She growled, more embarrassment flooding her as Astrotrain picked her up 'bridal style'. Taking his gun, she promptly shot a hole in the cell wall. It turns out that Ultra Magnus wasn't alone, however. And so the chase began.

Panting heavily, Astrotrain sunk down to the floor in a quiet corridor of the Autobot base. Twilight was leaning against the wall next to him, testing how much pressure she could put on her injured ankle now that her repair systems had kicked in.

"I should be alright to walk now." She stated, more to herself than to the tired mech beside her. The triple changer simply nodded. He knew why she didn't like him, and he thought that now was the time to straighten things out.

"I didn't want to leave them behind, y'know..." The femme gave him a puzzled look.

"TC and 'Warp. I didn't want to leave them to offline, but I honestly couldn't carry you all. When I said we needed to lighten the load, I wasn't suggesting-" The femme placed a hand on his shoulder, silencing him.

"You don't have to explain, I understand. If we had had a choice at the time, I think we all know that we wouldn't have abandoned them." The triple changer, slightly shocked that she had accepted his apology - if you could even call it that - so quickly, just nodded again.

"Although," She spoke again, "Why we didn't just push Starscream and the Insecticons out I don't know." She was looking at him with that trademark smirk of hers.

"At least Galvatron got rid of that processor ache."

"Yeah, then he gave us a new one. Himself." They both chuckled slightly, but the sound was cut off when Twilight sensed Ultra Magnus catching up to them again. Before they could get moving, there was a loud BANG! and the whole building shook.

"The Pit?" Twilight muttered to herself, quickly using her arms to cover her head when the ceiling started to cave in. She looked to the grey and purple mech beside her, but he simply shrugged as best he could with his arms forming a protective barrier over his helm.

"We're gonna have to get movin'!" She nodded.

Astrotrain cautiously put an arm around the femme's waist to support her, and she managed to get her arm around his shoulders. They started moving again, when two familiar voices stopped them dead.

"Hey, hey you guys, wait up!" Rumble was yelling, huge chunks of the ceiling threatening to fall on his tiny frame. Frenzy's drills were slicing any rubble out of their way. The red and black twin yelled,

"This 'espionage' thing ain't goin' as Sounders planned!" Twilight sighed, letting them climb onto her shoulders.

"Take two." She stated with a sarcastic smile.

Astrotrain nodded, and they began their escape once more. Whoever Galvatron had sent to get Twilight back as well as Soundwave, the cassettes and Astrotrain had done an excellent job in wrecking the Autobot's base, she thought dully, ignoring the searing pain starting up again in her leg.

The building was practically falling apart by the time they had gotten a safe distance away. The adjacent building, however, was untouched, and Twilight could just make out the outlines of other Autobots rushing from that building to the collapsing one.

'It must be the work of a saboteur, but who?' Her answer came in the form of the Decepticon second in command.

'No way... He made the whole brig fall in on itself... Primus...'
She watched Cyclonus' optics search her for any injuries, almost immediately travelling down to her ankle. She knew Soundwave's optics were doing the same. Her internal repair systems had done all they could, but apparently this was a tricky wound to mend, because the repairs were already starting to falter.

Trying to break the awkward silence that followed - Decepticons weren't usually ones for shows of gratitude or concern - she spoke.

"Thank you, all of you, for... saving me. I apologise for letting myself get into that mess in the first place, I didn't deserve to be rescued. But, if I may ask for one final thing," She left the sentence hanging, holding out her hand to Soundwave. He knew what she wanted.

Handing her his sonic cannon, she carefully aimed it at the Autobot base. More specifically, at where Ultra Magnus' energy signature was located, in one of the only rooms on the top floor of the untouched office building. Immense satisfaction filled her spark as she pulled the trigger and watched the window smash.

Not a moment later had that room gone up in flames. Handing Soundwave his cannon, she let out her haunting giggle, such a childish glee overwhelming her that she could hardly feel the pain in her leg.

Astrotrain transformed into his plane mode, letting the other Decepticons load up. Twilight, finally back to reality, just managed to hear Rumble finish his statement.

"Yeah, thanks a lot, bunny-ears! Y'almost offlined us!" She turned to see that he was talking to Cyclonus.

"Bunny-ears?" He shook his head in annoyance.

"Don't ask." Frenzy moved to sit beside the femme.

"Look, can ya see the 'semblance?" He asked, sending her a photo of an Earth creature called a 'bunny rabbit'. At first, she found nothing similar about the two, but then Rumble pointed out the 'ears' that stuck up in the same fashion as Cyclonus' audios. She giggled quietly, but stopped short when she saw the look the SIC was giving her.

"No resemblance. Nothing funny about that at all." She said quickly, fighting to keep in her laughter. She limped over to Soundwave, sitting beside him. Surprisingly, he was the one to speak first.

"Upon arrival; Tend to injuries at med bay."

"I'll be-"

"Resistance; Futile."

"Fine." She huffed. If Soundwave ever let himself show any sort of emotion in front of his fellow Decepticons, he would've chuckled at how childish his friend was being. But he didn't allow himself to, so he did not.

Cyclonus watched as Twilight made her way to the med bay. He wanted to distract her, outright knock her unconscious, drag her to her quarters and tend to the wound himself if need be, anything to stop her from going to the Constructicons. Pit, even he didn't like being at their mercy. Had she really forgotten about what had happened two weeks ago? Was she really going to chance something like that happening again?

As he tried to think of a way to stop her, he saw that he was too late, the door to the med bay closing behind her. Picking up his pace, he stood outside, feeling like an idiot, contemplating whether or not to go in. He wasn't supposed to have seen what had happened that night, so he would make a complete fool of himself if he went in there for no reason, and with nothing to say as a cover story.

Quickly fabricating an excuse, he entered the med bay. Twilight was lying on one of the repair berths, and Cyclonus wondered why in the Pit the Constructicons weren't acting like they had before. Had they finally learnt their lesson?

It wasn't until he moved around did he see why. Twilight had made the smart decision to leave her claw blades deployed. She wasn't threatening them, it was as if she was in recharge, her optics were offlined, her face the very essence of calm.

"Cyclonus? What're you-" The SIC completely ignored Hook, turning to Twilight, whose optics had onlined at the sound of his name. It was obvious that Hook wasn't particularly pleased with the intrusion, but the purple jet couldn't care less.

"Twilight, Galvatron wants a report of what took place when you were kept prisoner at the Autobot base." She nodded. His excuse had worked. It would only be a matter of time before Galvatron really did ask for such a thing, so it made sense. When he didn't leave, she spoke up, looking confused.

"...Now?" Cyclonus nodded, handing her a datapad from his subspace.

She sighed, but got to writing, sheathing her claw blades. Only when Hook said "Oh Primus..." did she look up from her half-written report. The tone of the medic's voice had caught Cyclonus' attention too.

"What? What is it? That didn't sound like a good 'Oh Primus'." Twilight said, immediately going into motormouth mode.

"Is there a good way of saying 'Oh Primus'?" Scavenger replied, giving the femme a confused look.

"When I find one, I'll let you know." She growled back. Twilight turned her attention back to Hook.

"Well?" Cyclonus folded his arms across his chest plates, as eager for an answer as Twilight was herself.

"On the outside, it just looks like a broken ankle joint. On the inside, however, whatever weapon you were hit with has completely fried most of the circuits in your leg. The repairs your internal systems have performed didn't last long. If you ever want to walk again, I'll have to operate."

Cyclonus raised an optic ridge sceptically. What if this was just a dirty trick? He was pretty sure he was over-thinking things, but... If they were to operate, then she would be put into a medical stasis. If that were to happen, she wouldn't be in her right mind for a good couple of hours afterwards. If she wasn't in her right mind then they could-

"You're kidding, right?" Apparently Twilight was thinking on the same wave length as the Decepticon stood beside her, because she was giving the Constructicons the same doubtful look. Hook, however, was completely serious.

"Do I sound or look like I'm kidding? I can take the armour off and you can see for yourself if you don't believe me." The two stared each-other down for a moment before the femme finally gave in, sighing.

"Fine, just let me finish the damn report then you can get it over with." Hook nodded. Minutes later, she handed the datapad back to Cyclonus.

"There." He put the report in subspace, but once again, he didn't leave.

"Err... You can leave now, Cyclonus." The purple jet frowned. He didn't have another excuse, but he wasn't ready to leave Twilight in the hands of the Constructicons. Surprisingly, Long Haul sorted that one out for him.

"Actually, if it's not too much trouble for you, Cyclonus, we need someone to help her to her quarters after she's woken up, as she will be unstable for a while from the medication." The SIC nodded.

"...If that's alright with you, Twilight."

"That's fine with me, but I don't want to waste your time." He shook his head.

"Think nothing of it,"

'After all... You did the same for me.' He spoke the last part of his sentence through a comm. link so the Constructicons didn't overhear. And there was that strange, crooked smile, caught halfway between a grin and her usual cocky smirk.

"Are you ready, Twilight?" Bonecrusher held up an injection. She shuddered slightly.

"Oh, I hate injections. Alright, lets get this over with." She nodded in confirmation, wincing ever so slightly as the sedative was injected into her main energon line.

Within moments, Twilight was offline to the world. She had a - if Cyclonus dared to think such a thing - peaceful look on her face. The jet watched as Hook revealed the femme's burnt out circuitry. Sparks flew as the medic sliced off the dead wires, attaching new ones. Cyclonus sat in the chair beside the repair berth. Anger coursed through him like a river. He'd make that mech pay for touching her, no matter who it was.

"Are you sure you'll be okay, Rodimus?"

"I'll be fine, Magnus. Get some recharge, you deserve it." Ultra Magnus nodded, leaving the med bay.

Rodimus Prime had got a nasty shock - as did he - when the Prime's quarters suddenly went up in flames. Magnus just knew that Twilight was responsible, and part of him couldn't blame her. After all, they'd kept her locked up for quite a while and he knew what she was like when someone or something pissed her off.

But part of him was still in denial. Denial of the fact that that beautiful, kind femme he had once known was now a Decepticon, a ruthless, sparkless, soulless killing machine. He remembered the days when they would do everything together, sometimes just sit and talk about nothing in particular. Where had he gone wrong?

Reaching his quarters, he looked out of the large window that pretty much took up a whole wall. He rested his head against it's cool surface. Sinking down into his chair, never leaving the support of the window, Magnus pulled out a datapad from his subspace. The mech flicked through the photos he had stored on it. Tears streamed down his face plates and onto the datapad's screen.

He had found the picture he was looking for. The one picture on this datapad that he would turn to whenever he felt lost.

"What happened... To us?"

Oh, how I love torturing the kind characters... XD. Hope you enjoyed, leave a review if you did, it means a lot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters I use in this story, apart from Twilight.