A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, I'll be pretty inconsistent with my uploads for now. I've just started college so I'm fairly distracted. Anyways, I guess you could call this chapter character development. It doesn't really move the plot along as much as it adds to characters. I'm glad to be back to this story though. Hopefully I'll still be able to provide an awesome story like I used to.

I think you guys will get a better picture of who Noface is in this chapter. I'm still not responding to reviews individually just yet, but I'll try to next chapter. Reviews are very much appreciated

"WHAT HAPPENED OUT THERE?!"

Sparkplug winced at the high pitched screeching of the femme behind him, currently banging out a few dents from Oneshot. He has expected this reaction, though he had hoped he could finish repairs before she returned.

"Those Autobots responded faster than I anticipated. She managed to get away from us with the other. Don't worry, I promise we'll get them next time. I won't let you down miss" Sparkplug vowed, wincing as Novastorm took a hold of the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of his seat. She narrowed her optics before tossing him aside, Sparkplug grunting as he hit the ground. Novastorm paid him no attention, instead focusing on the body of Oneshot. Her gaze softened as she looked over him, locking optics with the emotionless mech.

"Don't worry my boy, we'll get those Autobots back. And that wretched traitor. I won't let them take you away from me ever again" her optics narrowed as she spoke, stroking over the dented armor with a hint of possessiveness. After a few moments she withdrew her servo, gaze flickering back to the human crouched on the ground.

"Fix him back up now, I don't want my boy parading around with those ugly dents. Because of your failure, we'll have to hide out for a bit while I devise a new plan" Novastorm scowled, eyeing Oneshot one last time before storming out of the room. Sparkplug sighed, grunting as he rose to his feet and returned to his work. He glanced down at the mech for a little while, smiling bitterly as he began to work.

"I can't believe that I'm jealous of you, a mindless mech. You have no mind and cannot think for yourself, yet she loves you more. No matter how hard I try, she still won't acknowledge me" Sparkplug chuckled, returning to his work without hesitation. He would do whatever it took to gain her affection. One day, she would acknowledge him like she did this mindless bot.

He would do anything for his mistress.

Darkness. Again.

He always seemed to find himself in endless darkness, incapable of movement or speech. All he could do was feel and hear. The mech reached out in to the unknown curiously, grasping at the emptiness. It was a disturbing feeling, the mech retracting his servo quickly. The emptiness was unsettling. Why was he here?

"…"

Startled, the mech stumbled backwards, optics brightening in distress as he fell backwards. Fearful of what might happen, he shut his optics quickly and waiting for the pain. Pain that never came, as instead, he found himself resting on a hard surface. How he had come to land without damaging himself was a mystery, though as soon as he opened his optics, he completely forgot about it. He could see! Except, what he could see was not what he expected. He had no idea where he was.

"Do you know what a mother is?"

Whirling around, the mech found himself staring at an extremely blurred figure. She seemed to be a human, though her features were completely unrecognizable. She was simply a white shape, sitting on what appeared to be a couch. The mech blinked several times, adjusting to his surroundings before he realize everything was bigger than him. He was small!

"Noface, was it? What an unattractive name for a little mechling. It sounds like an insult" the figure laughed a little, rising from her seat and approaching the panicking Noface. He stared at her in shock as she approached, suddenly realizing she was quite small as well. She had the figure of a young child, though she was still bigger than he was. Noface stared at her in confusion, hesitating before reaching out. The human, however, backed away from him in response.

"Not yet Noface, now is not the time. In the future you will be able to. For now though, can you answer my question?" Noface stared at her, raising an optic ridge at the question. It was a silly question, considering he held the body of a training drone! Even if he was small, it should be obvious. The figure laughed, as if she understood what he was thinking.

"You poor thing, you're misguided. You can answer me. Your name is meaningless. Didn't you know?" she reached behind her, producing what appeared to be a mirror. She set it down in front of the mech, watching as Noface stared at his reflection in confusion. The figure staring back at him wore black armor with a face bearing an expression of bewilderment. As he reached out towards the mirror, the figure reacted in sync.

"Did you know you never forget the first time you meet your mother? At that moment, the bond you share with your mother is ever stronger. Even in times when you cannot even remember yourself, the first image of your mother will always be there"

"Always"

Noface's optics snapped open, his body becoming rigid as he vented hard. A wave of confusion overtook him as he scanned his surroundings, realizing he was where he was meant to be. Excitement filled him for a fraction of a second as he lifted his servos, only to find they were as white as they were before he had fallen in to recharge. It had only been a dream. He was still just as mute as before. It devastated him.

"You okay, Noface?"

Twoface watched the mech, having carefully approached him after he had finally settled down. He had appeared to grow increasingly distressed while he was recharging, finally snapping out of it once he slipped back in to reality. She had not tried to approach him until he had woken up, unsure of how he would react once he did. She studied the mech, noting the sadness his held. Her gaze softened, feeling sympathetic for the poor mech. She knew nothing of his internal problems, and probably never would due to his lack of speech, but she knew she had to at least try to comfort him.

"Did you have a nightmare? Or was it a good dream that you are sad ended? You know, I have a daughter who used to cry about good dreams" Twoface mused, watching as Noface's optics raised a little. He stared at her intently, as if telling her to continue. Taking note of the look, she chuckled softly and climbed up to rest on his leg.

"My daughter had a father. She was extremely close to him, unlike me. I never really knew him. We were not at all close. He was never really there when I raised her. I managed, though, and she turned out to become a wonderfully independent woman" Twoface smiled fondly, recalling memories of the past. Noface observed her, idly wondering what it would have been like to have a mother as well. Would she had loved him?

"Anyways, this one night, she came running to me crying. The poor thing, I thought she had a nightmare. Instead, she said she had the most amazing dream ever" Noface looked bewildered. He had assumed these nightmares were bad and the good dreams were coveted. What could make one cry about a good dream? Twoface noticed his confusion and laughed, patting him on the leg.

"I was the same way, confused as hell when she told me. I didn't understand it at all. Until she told me what the dream was about and why she was so sad. Do you know why she was so sad?" When Noface shook his head, Twoface smiled.

"She was sad because she had dreamt her father was still there. We were all together and a true family. We were complete. And when she woke up, he was gone. She wanted him to be there so bad. She wanted our family to be complete"

Noface looked down, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have a complete family as well. He had nobody except for Twoface. What would it have been like to have a father figure of some sort? He could not imagine it at all, feeling envious of the daughter. She could at least dream of somebody, of two people together. He could not have those dreams. He was denied.

"I felt so helpless when she told me that, like I was not doing my job as a parent. I thought she only wanted her father and not me. She was such a sweet little girl though. I asked her if she thought of me as less of a parent as her father and she practically squeezed me to death" Twoface laughed a little, sighing and leaning back. She glanced up at the mech, who seemed to be deep in thought.

"Noface, don't cry about your dreams. If you're having good dreams that are so great they make you upset when they are over, then they must be a key. Whatever you had in that dream you once had in real life. You shouldn't get upset over it; you should treasure it. I told my daughter the same thing, and from then on, she would tell me all about what we did together in her dreams. The dreams are a connection to your past, and if we can use it properly, we can return you to your original state. Now, I assume they'll be coming to get me in a few. I'll try not to be gone too long" Twoface slid off his leg, stretching out on the ground.

Her words rang true as a knock on the door revealed a soldier waiting to escort her. With a quick smile towards Noface, the femme sauntered out of the room after the soldier. Noface watched her go, thinking about the conversation they had just had. If he could have smiled, he would have. Instead, his optics leaked a little as he came to a conclusion. If what Twoface had said was true, he could not been any happier than he was.

He once had someone there for him.

"So, what'd she do to you?"

"Believe it or not kiddo, she didn't do anything. And that was the most terrifying part about it"

The mech on the other side snorted, an amused smirk on his face as he listened to the other mech. His red optics were focused on the ceiling above him as he leaned against the wall. He had felt the moment Oneshot had vanished, nearly forcing him in to stasis lock from the sudden shock. He had never expected anything like that to happen, though he was beginning to understand as Ironhide explained it to him.

"I thought that having her melt you in to a pile of goo or use you for scrap parts was bad. How is her doing nothing bad at all?" the mech snorted, trying to imagine how terrifying the human could be. He knew her reputation and temper rivaled only by Ratchet's, though it was hard to believe her not doing anything was terrifying.

"Kid, you have a lot to learn about femmes. When they don't do anything to ya, you know yer slagged. I guess I deserve it though. I tried avoiding her all day when I got back. I didn't expect her to land herself in the medbay alongside me" Ironhide smirked, though the guilt still racked his entire frame. To know she was so angry that she could not even yell at him nearly killed him. She had every right to be upset with him. The mech on the other side was silent for a moment.

"So, what the, my creator, are you going to do? Tear down every building until you locate them?" the mech mused, looking amused. He could feel Ironhide's guilt, however, and it even pained him. He was no stranger to guilt, however, as he had felt it every day since he had ended up in this cell. He was redeeming himself slowly, though it still did not ease the guilt.

"If I have to. I'm going to rip apart those fraggers that messed with Oneshot and hurt her. I don't care what happens, I'll fix this mess" Ironhide growled, slamming his fist in to the wall. The other chuckled, feeling the vibrations caused by the fist.

"Sounds impractical. You're going to need a lot more than your fury to fix this. I don't expect anything else from you though, creator. You'll have to show me how to be so fearless and without common sense like you" the mech grinned, Ironhide snorting on the other side.

"Redeyes, that ain't gonna happen for a long time. 'Sides, Abby would kill me if I taught either of you how to be like me. She disapproves of my actions" Ironhide snorted. Redeyes paused for a moment.

"I doubt she'd care if you taught me anything. I'm not HER soon after all" the mech spoke quietly, jumping slightly at the sudden vibration from behind. Ironhide had narrowed his optics, slamming his fist against the wall again.

"You know that ain't true. Don't act so glitched in the processor punk; you know she still cares about you. If ya clean yer act up, then you'll see it" Ironhide scowled, pushing off the wall as he prepared to go. "Now don't go causing any more trouble down here. I don't want to have to knock some sense in to you again like last time"

Redeyes blinked before chuckling. "Now you know I can't promise anything. I am your son after all" Ironhide merely chuckled in response before stomping off, leaving the other to his own thoughts. Redeyes chuckled at the thought of Abby caring for him at all. He was no Oneshot, after all, and could never replace him. The mech snorted, laughing at the idea of him being unable to replace his clone. He was the one who had been replaced. Oddly enough, it burned him to know this fact. Redeyes had been replaced, and no matter how many times Ironhide denied it, he could feel the truth.

"If she really cared at all about me, you think she'd visit me from time to time"