My time spent with Jazz and Prowl was definitely interesting. The third night I spent with them I had woken up in cold sweats, apparently crying out and mumbling incoherently, I had gotten my memories back but I got more then just my memories from my first therapy session back. I remembered every mission I went on, all those people I killed, worst of all I remember on some level enjoying the killing that I was forced to do. I also remembered every time I would come back that the scientists would wipe my mind. Sometimes it didn't work right away and I would have to go through several more mind wiping sessions but other times I was able to hide that it didn't work for a while until the scientists eventually caught on and I was dragged back to have my mind wiped. Those were the worst out of all of them more painful in the long run. I had left while they were still in recharge, there was no point in bothering them. I walked the base quietly careful not to wake anyone else up. I found myself in a room I had never been in before, it looked like a gym but more built along the lines of being used for gymnastics then working out like normal. I decided to try out my luck if only to get my mind off of the memories that kept coming back. Minutes flew by and I was now covered in sweat. My chest heaving up and down from the workout I had made up in my mind. I wiped the sweat from my face with my tank top, I couldn't help this niggling feeling in the back of my head, I sighed as I turned around ready to leave and walk around the base again when I was sucked into another returning memory.
"Again!" Shouted one of the female trainers. My chest was heaving from the exertion but I had to do this, I had to prove that I wasn't weak. The music started back up and I got back into position going through the moves robotically as I danced. I wasn't sure why I had to dance it was just something required of me. I leapt and turned midair, falling down gracefully to land on my feet. I had completed the dance successfully something I had been told wasn't possible. "Again!" Shouted the female instructor. I got back into position, I had long ago lost count of how many many times I had been forced to repeat the dance. "Ballet will help you in the long run subject 04SS do not question why as you may find the answer is not what you seek." That phrase kept repeating inside my head as I was forced to repeat the dance over and over to an invisible audience with only the instructor around to feet had long ago split open the crimson life giving substance coating the ballet slippers I wore. It felt like time was passing by slowly before a guard barged in talking swiftly and quietly to the female instructor. I was brought out of my thoughts when the music cut and a irritated Stop rang out. I crumpled down to the floor, exhaustion was filling my body but I had to remain aware at all times. A choked no was all I heard before the sickening thud of the instructors body hit the floor. I looked up from my position on the ground, watching the new guard slowly making his way toward me. "You've been selected for a mission, clean up and wait for the rest of the info to be given too you.I broke out of my memory with a gasp, the blank faraway look vanishing from my eyes. I remembered that so clearly like I had been shoved back in time to relive that day, that was the day I had gone on my first mission , a mission to kill a man who had been wronged but was very dangerous and deadly. I had failed that mission, I was supposed to kill the man, but I had ended up seeing the truth and helping the man. He had offered me a way out but I had refused as I thought I could never get away from my jailers, not without being on the run for the rest of my life. They trainers had sent me out on two more missions after that to try to end the man, but each time I came back to them from a failed mission
I turned away from the door that led to the rest of the base and decided to head back to the center of the room where the floor was just solid wood. There I lost myself into the repetitive dance I had once been forced to do over and over again. I wasn't sure how much time passed, but on my last turn of the dance I noticed Sunstreaker and Sideswipe in the entrance of the doorway watching me. Their faces were guarded with apprehension, which immediately melted away into relief when I told them I remembered. We met in a clash of hugs, their holoform's arms wrapping around me tightly as they whispered thank you's into the air. They didn't seem to care that I was covered in sweat, they were just happy that I remembered. I pulled away from their hugs and soon we were making our way back to our shared room. "Do you really remember everything?" Sideswipe spoke up on one side of the berth. Sunstreaker was on the other side and I was in the middle, both twins were still in their holoform's. "Yes I remember everything, my time with the scientists, guards and instructors, my missions and all the people I killed. I even remember the times they wiped my mind and how sometimes it didn't work and they had to repeat the mind wiping. Or the times I tried to keep them from knowing I remembered but how they eventually found out and the excruciating pain they put me through." I replied to Sides. Silence overtook the room as I laid in-between the twins. I wasn't sure when exactly I drifted off to sleep all I know was that I was happy to be with Sides and Sunny.
"Is she ok? Did you find where she went?" A worried and concerned Prowl asked Jazz as he entered back into their shared berth room. "Lil ladehs fine Prowler, she made er way back ta tha twins." Jazz replied. "You think she got her memories back?" Prowl spoke up after several minutes of silence. Jazz sighed as he laid back down onto the berth next to Prowl, "Seems so Prowler." With that as his reply, both mechs were content and drifted back into recharge. Neither one really wandering why they were so concerned in the first place.