here is teh next chappie! do you know how hard it was to write thhis when every five minutes your older brother is coming into your room prettending that he is a cat and leaving his rubbish everywhere? yeah, didnt think so. i hope you all apreciate what i do for you

Well, as I predicted it did take a while, two and a half days. Most of that time, if not all of it, Sunstreaker was in his bipedal form. The only problem was his sensors and navigational systems. I managed to give him a small range of his sensors back but they aren't 100% and I could do next to nothing for navigation. I know I have the knowledge to fix them but something is stoping me. It's like something or someone thinks I should just give up on the running and I know for certain that that thing is the All-spark. The little big bastard.

I was currently laying in my robot mode relaxing and soaking up some sun. Sunstreaker is to my right in a forced recharge in his bipedal mode because he had wanted to go drive as fast as he could and ruin all my repairs. Prowl and Jazz had gone for a drive around Gillette.

I vented air happily as I spread my limbs out on the grass, enjoying the slight breeze and warming rays. I frowned about what I was going to do with Sunstreaker. I wanted to get him back with his brother but I also didn't want to be found out. I had already gotten him to agree not to tell anyone about me as recompense for fixing him but if I can't get his navigations up I'll either have to give him directions and hope for the best, which I think is a terrible idea, he could get lost, or I could take him there myself.

I wonder what you would do brother? Would you let him find his own way or would you make absolute certain that he got there? Hah! Why did you teach me to be so kind brother?

I sighed as I came to my decision and closed my optics, half visor dimming, and focused solely on the feeling of the winds rushing along. But this, of course with my luck, was probably my most hated mistake.

"AAAAHHH!" I yelled as I was suddenly thrown to the side and slammed hard into a tree that cracked from the force. I hit the ground hard and groaned from the pain coming from my sore wings. I looked up and screeched in fright as I came face to face with the barrel of a very large cannon on the arm of a chuckling, red opticed mech.

He said nothing as he fired and I just managed to jump to the side and avoid the blast. I scrabbled to my feet and, for the first time, skated on my wheeled feet towards Sunstreakers prone form. I need to wake him up. I have no weapons and if I remember correctly he was, is, a front liner.

I let out a high pitched screech as I felt an indescribable pain in my left arm. It was like it was being burned to a cinder and sliced apart all in one. I glance down at it for just a second, still skating and swerving, trying to get to the yellow mech. A distressed warble escaped me. My arm was only the protoform, all the armour had been blown off, wires were leaking energon all over the place, and here and there my arm was glowing a scolding red.

I skidded to a stop and climbed my way up Sunstreaker. Waking him up felt like a relief and I almost laughed for joy when I saw his optics glow at my, that is, until I was ripped away from the front liner by my long black dread. I swung for a bit and screeched the loudest I ever had when I felt something grab my left wing and pull harshly.

I was flung away suddenly and when I landed on the ground heavily I instantly curled into a ball as tight as I could. Hurt. Hurt. Oh god it hurts so much! I screeched again as a wave of pain washed over my entire body from my arm and wing. I risked a peak at my left wing but instantly regretted it.

Gone.

My wing! I warbled in distress and sadness and pain. He tore of my wing! Why? Why? I looked up at the sky from my spot in a ball and let out a tortured mechanical screech.

I paid no attention to the fight. Didn't notice when Sunstreaker was suddenly standing over me, stopping the decepticon from attacking me more. Didn't acknowledged when the fight ended and found no strength to comfort my worry stricken parents as they tried to get me to open the bond more.

I screeched again when I felt myself being picked up. Stop! Stop it, please, it hurts! I wanted to yell and curse my vocal processer into oblivion but I just couldn't do it. I found myself being held bridal by a much larger mech. I onlined my optics and glanced up at the yellow mech looking down at me and let out a tortured croon, trying to tell him just how much it hurt. I had only been missing my wing for a few minutes but I could still feel how wrong it felt not being able to feel it there. Part of me is missing and I fucking hated it. I can't fly. I can't fly!

I sunk into the hold of Sunstreaker and my optics went blank and I stared forward, trying to block the pain and dull the feeling of immense loss. I made no move, didn't even glance over, as Jazz and Prowl zoomed into out small grouping of trees and surrounded Sunstreaker and myself, stepping around the falling decepticon.

I ignored their words. I couldn't talk much even if I wanted to. I knew they were worried but I kept my bond miraculously closed, blocking them from my pain. They didn't deserve to feel this. I finally glanced over to them from my position in the yellow mechs arms.

"Gone. It's gone. All gone. Hurts. Hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?" my question was true, why does it hurt so much? Why do I feel like I'm falling apart?

"It's alright lil' Ri. We'll get ya somewhere ya can get betta." I numbly followed there instructions and transformed oh so painfully into my human mode and got inside Prowl. I lay on my side in the back seat and curled up as much as I could.

Prowl took the front with his sirens blaring and Jazz and Sunstreaker flanking him. Prowl putt all his window down so the wind would wash over me and it comforted me just a bit but in some way it also made it worse, made me long for the sky just that much more.

The ride was long. So, so very long. The pain never left me and that feeling of longing and missing-ness only intensified. It had been hours. Hours that dragged on and on. We drove through the night and into the early morning but I paid the shining stars and burning sunrise no heed, knowing that it would only make my terrible loss intensify. How long did I have to feel like this before I finally lose it and start doing irrational things? God I hope that never happens. Jazz and Prowl will be crushed. The thought made me whimper and the whimper made the pain renew once more and I curled tighter on myself.

Somewhere I could hear prowls voice saying something but it sounded so far away. Energon warnings flashed at the side of my vision and I dully noticed that many of my systems were damaged.

There was a commotion outside. I could hear yelling and confused voices. I could hear Prowl talking softly and reservedly and I wondered why he was talking like that. You never talk like that near me and Jazz, what talk like it now? Soon I was being pulled from Prowl by soft hands. Human.

I looked at the dark skinned man that had pulled me out. Epps. William Lennox was behind him and behind the humans I could see the autobots. All of them were here except Bumblebee. I caught sight of Sunstreaker and Swideswipe and a smiled and too small smile.

I screeched loudly as I felt someone touch my back and I tried to stumble away. I was soon being held by Jazz as I slowly, painfully transformed back into my cybertronian form. Luck must hate me because I one again caught sight of the empty air where my wing should be and a mournful sound came from me once more. I couldn't help it. I felt so lost.

"Aita? Aita? Hurts. Make it stop. Make it stop!" I couldn't bring myself to form full sentences, but what I could say seems to convey what I thought pretty well.

3rd POV

Everyone looked at small silver mech that they had seen die. He cradled the small white youngling to his chassis with such care. Prowl was soon standing next to them and looking worriedly down and the youngling.

Ratchet couldn't hear what was said at first, no one could, but he did catch the end and it made him worry.

"…make it stop!"

"Hey, is she alright?" captain Lennox asked as he looked at the three robots. Jazz was the one to answer in a voice so full of distress and desperation.

"Please Ratchet! Ya gotta help 'er! She's hurt!" the supposedly dead mech was begging by the end and it shocked all those who knew him. Jazz doesn't beg.

Ratchet had only hesitated for a second, trying to come to terms with the fact that Jazz was alive and begging, but that was enough time for another to chime in with a very dangerous voice.

"Help her now Ratchet." Now all eyes were on Sunstreaker, who had stepped forward and glared heatedly at the neon mech.

Ratchet nodded and strode towards the two lost mechs and snatched the youngling from jazz's arms. In less than a minute he was in his med bay looking over the damage. What he found made his spark burn with hatred.

Someone had attacked this youngling, the same one Egypt, and had torn off her wing. The little seeklet was still awake and only now did the femme notice that he was here.

"you Ratchet. Make pain go away? Make fly again? Heh. Know you will." Her voice was weak but the young seeklets words baffled him. How did she know who he was?

"how do you know all that hmm?" ratchet inquired as he started his work on the youngling by dulling her pain receptors.

"just know. Know lots. More than should."

Her words once again threw the medic for a loop. Just how much did this young femme know?