Arcee's 'human' name is Aria. Also, I've added a new co-author to this story. Their name is StormBlazer, a fellow writer on Quotev. I'm incredibly sorry for not updating this story in a long time, I've had no idea what I wanted to happen in the story going forward, but thanks to my new co-author, StormBlazer, suggesting to me some great ideas for future chapters. Thanks a lot, StormBlazer. The concept of Graham, Natasha, and Sabrina have nightmares from when Cybertron went dark belongs to StormBlazer. We'll be working together on the story until the end.

Aria and Clark reach the end of the hall and hear a groan as Sabrina begins to toss her head back and forth. Little did the duo knows that Natasha and Graham were risking giving away their rescuers' positions. As the trio starts to have the same nightmare.

~Dream~

The planet was beautiful, lit up by millions of lights on the surface. As they walked on the surface, Swiftglide, Seaglide, and Strikezone wanted to see everything. Miles away, an explosion interrupted the beautiful scene. In an instant, thousands of panicked cries fill the sky as many took shelter in their homes.
"Ground Strike Team, converge on Kaon!"
They transformed and followed the order. The War has finally begun, and the first of many attacks on their soil to decide the fate of their home, the whole planet knew it. As they drove, they passed one of the shinier buildings and paused. It wasn't their face they saw. It was Arcee.

The trio quickly realized this might be a memory of Arcee's but question how they were able to see it. Aria and Clark managed to get outside without running into any of Silas' men. They reached their hiding spot, and Arcee turns off her holoform before contacting the base to have Ratchet open a ground bridge. Arcee transforms and holds out her hand. Clark places Sabrina onto it before Cliffjumper turns off his holoform. Then the two of them head back to the base. The duo rushes to the medical bay. Ratchet prepared a bed for Sabrina as well as his other three patients once the rest of the team returned.

Agent Fowler was standing by the elevator, "I have to meet with General Bryce. Isabelle, you can stay here. I'll be back later."

He left and met up with General Bryce. The two talked for a while before they got to the more pressing matter.

"Mr. and Mrs. Burton need surgery. They are going to be in an induced coma for a while." Agent Fowler says.

"And the Tuckers? How are they coping?" General Bryce asks

"They don't know of Sabrina's injuries." Agent Fowler says.

"You should tell them. Elena and Julian are more than likely worrying about her. I know I would if it were my son. My wife died giving birth to him a little over four years ago. She named him Brandon. If it were him in Sabrina's state, I would want to know of it. So tell them." General Bryce says, "Dismissed."

Agent Fowler called the Tuckers and told them to meet at the base. When he arrives, the trio is in shock as Bulkhead comes through the ground bridge carrying an unconscious a tiny orange and red robot in his arms.

"Please don't tell me that little robot is my little boy Brandon," Elena gasps.

"I'm afraid so, Silas used dark energon on him," Elita says.

Bulkhead takes the sparkling to the medical bay. He lays Brandon down on the berth. Ratchet connects and energon drip as he welds the gash closes on his arm. Then scans the little mech. After it was complete, he connects him to a monitor to keep track of his vitals before turning around to face everyone.

"He's stable. For now." Ratchet says to the team, "He will wake when his Energon levels reach its full capacity. That could take a few hours."

The Autobots relaxed at the news, as did Elena and Julian. Chromia and Elita looked at their children as they worried about them. They hadn't woken up yet, and no one knew when they would. The twins and Graham still had a lot to experience. Ratchet walked over to the girls.

"They will be fine. The twins should be fully awake in a few hours once their energon infusions area complete." Ratchet reassures them placing his hand on Sabrina's shoulder.

~Dream~
It was dark. A familiar voice echoed in the darkness - calling out to the trio. They seemed concerned but also annoyed.
"-ide," the voice said, "-hide! Ironhide!"
They opened their eyes and saw Ratchet above them, his face showing his concern.
"What happened?" hey asked, their voice sounding deeper like Ironhide's.
"Megatron nearly killed you, that's what! You are so stubborn sometimes, why don't you listen! Optimus told you to stay put, but you decide to play hero and go in guns blazing and get sucker-punched in the face!" Ratchet growled.
"Is he alright?" they asked.
"Optimus is fine, but Chromia isn't. She's upset at you for not following orders. You know just as well as I do that Megatron could have killed you and wouldn't give a slag if he did. You need to be more careful, you've got sparklings to look after," Ratchet told them.
They groaned and closed their eyes, their helm pounding as the pain increased, and they remembered their actions. They laid their helm back down on the metal ground as Ratchet repaired their legs that were somehow damaged while they were out.
Above them, the Decepticon warlord threw a large staff-like object toward a running Autobot. The bot went down as soon as the staff went through their body. The trio closed their optics as they tried to forget the bot's terrified face - the bot wasn't even a warrior, the bot was brand new to fighting - the rookie.
When Ironhide was repaired, the two of them stood up and quickly left the battlefield so that they could rest.

Strikezone, Seaglide, and Swiftglide were horrified at what became of the planet they had called home many years ago. Though they don't remember much from their lives growing, from these memories, they knew it had once been a beautiful planet now destroyed from the War that eventually killed Cybertron. The memories were like nightmares they couldn't escape from, no matter how hard they tried. They were trapped. Sabrina, Graham, and Natasha continued to thrash in their sleep, so Ratchet, reluctantly, strapped them to the bed so they wouldn't hurt themselves. It pained him that he couldn't help them; all they could do was wait.