"Cu-zee! It's not what it seems!"

"Moonstorm?"

"Get Prowl!"

Cubiczirconia opened her optics to see everyone facing away from her, having a conversation about Moonstorm.

"Why would Moonstorm do something so horrible?" Elita was talking but Chromia heard nothing.

"That's not my daughter..."

Everyone turned to look at the blue femme. Prowl was the one who broke the silence, "That's not your daughter?"

"No! I think I would know my own daughter when I see her in person or or through someone elses mind!"

"P-prowl..."

The others turned to see Cubiczirconia's silver optics opened. Ratchert and Prowl made their way over to her. She almost fell back into recharge until Ratchet hooked a tube into her wrist, energon flowing through, "Moonstorm..."

Prowl leaned closer putting his audios to her mouth in an attempt to hear her better, "What is it?"

"She's in trouble..."

"Moonstorm?"

She nodded.

Prowl gently took her other hand in his, "What's going on? How do you know she's in trouble?"

Ratchet spoke up, not wanting his love to speak and waste energy, "You might think this is a little on the odd side but the two have a bond, sort of like a half..."

"What?"

"The two have somewhat bonded before quite a few times, they have a bond that is hard to explain. She can feel Moonstorm's feelings every now and then but unlike the bond spark mates have they can only speak to each other while they are in recharge or in an unconscience state. It is the result of one trying to comfort another."

"Like the bond you and I have, Chromia." Elita spoke up when she saw her friends confused optics.

Prowl stood straight and turned to walk out, "I think I know the jack off that's behind all of this. I'm going to get a team together and we will find Moonstorm. Starscream has gone missing as well. Barricade, you find the copy of Moonstorm and bring her to Ratchet. He will offline her and find out what's going on."

Barricade nodded and left with Frenzy on his shoulder.

Ratchet worked on Cubiczirconia for a long time and went into recharge once she was good as new. The young medic sat up and thought about Moonstorm and everything that was happening. "Why me?"

...

Moonstorm awakened in a dark room, unable to see anything at all.

"Well, look who's awake."

The femme looked up, hoping the voice didn't belong to whom she thought it belonged to. But to her misfortune it was him.

"Megatron?"

He smirked an evil smirk when she struggled against the energy cuffs that held her to the wall. She was scared until she heard a familiar voice, "Let her go, Megatron! She has nothing to do with this!"

"Starscream?"

Sure enough, the seeker was laying battered and broken on the floor not to far away from her.

"Why are we here?" She grew even more annoyed when he just up and left. That was when Starscream answered her question, "He wants to offline her because of me being a traitor. But putting someone offline to him means torturing them to death, making them suffer."

"What the slag?"

"He claims he will set us free if we tell him where she is, but I'd rather die in the most disturbing way possible than to give my sparkling to that bastard..."

...

Cubiczirconia wanted to crawl under a huge rock somewhere as she listened to Prowl. A huge battle was getting ready to take place and she felt it was all her fault. Unfortunately so did Comet, "You always have to start something don't you? This wouldn't have happened if you would've just died with your mother."

"SHUT UP!" The next thing everyone saw was Comet flying across the room from Cubiczirconia's fist, "I am SICK and TIRED of you always saying stupid shit to me! You were the one who always started stuff, not me! Maybe the reason YOU don't have a mother anymore is because she probably offlined herself so she wouldn't have to hear your bitching and whining! If I had a daughter like you I would definately shoot myself in the fragging head because of your fucking mouth! It isn't MY fault that Megatron is after me! It isn't my fault he took my best and only friend away! So do me a favor and just leave me the hell alone! Or better yet, go frag yourself with a cannon, you dumb bitch!''

The room was dead silent when she stopped yelling at the orange femme at her feet. Jazz spoke first, breaking the silence, "Daaamn! She's worse than Prowl in the morning after not gettin any!"

Prowl's optic twitched before he knocked the gun he was holding against Jazz's head, "Ok...now...are we going to battle or not?"

"You always hatin on me, Prowl..."

"Only because you bring it upon yourself. Besides...you didn't think I was hating on you last night."