So, chapter six, huh?

Fun fact: I actually had an entire story in place for this series but it skipped over episodes from 'Out of his Head' to 'Stronger, Faster' so no way was I gonna post that for all Fanfictioners who love those episodes.

I think Silver Sun should learn her lesson in this one, so (sorry) no going on team missions. But, she may or may not try to stop Bulkhead...you know what? I'll let you guys just go ahead and read that.

Enjoy! :-)

"Worrying won't stop the bad stuff from happening. It just stops you from enjoying the good."

-Anonymous (yet wise) person.

Chapter Six : Training and a 'Con-napping

"Dodge, Silver!" Arcee yelled to me.

I tried to back away, but the punch managed to get me right in the stomach. It didn't hurt though. Training with Arcee, she would never fight against me the way she would fight against Decepticons.

I gasped, trying to get my breath back.

"Why...did I...agree...to this, again?" I managed to utter between breaths.

My sister sighed, "You agreed to this because I don't want my sister to get offlined in a battle. And you felt guilty."

"Yeah, that too," Regaining my balance, I stood up and faced Arcee, "But, you know I'm not gonna fight."

"Sure. Because you always stay at base, right?"

"Ok, that thing with the alternate dimension was not my fault. And I thought you'd let that go?"

She shook her head, "Then you thought wrong. Fight stance."

At the order, I shifted my stance. I brought my fists up so that they were level with my optics and put one leg back for support.

"Look up at me, not at the floor," Arcee instructed, a bossy, older-sister tone in her voice, "The floor won't try to hurt you; a Decepticon will. Ready?"

I nodded reluctantly, "Sure."

Like that, she ran towards me and reared back her arm to punch. This time I managed to dodge out of the way in time. I somehow managed to spin on my heel and face my sister. But she had already turned around.

"Dodge!" She yelled as she threw another punch.

I did successfully avoid the punch this time, moving away.

Unfortunately, as I backed away, one of my foot became blocked by the other, causing me to fall trip over and stumble backward. I fell onto my side as I tried to lessen the fall (and failed to lessen the fall).

Arcee face-palmed, "Didn't we go over balance?"

"I'm honestly not sure what you were expecting," I shrugged, brushing myself off as I got up off of the ground. I looked at Arcee seriously, "You've been training your whole life, 'Cee. No way can I ever be as skilled as you are. Or skilled, period."

"Skill isn't the point, Sil," Arcee reminded me, "If you can even just punch, it still means you can fight."

"I broke my servo, Arcee. That isn't exactly what I'd call a successful punch. I'm just gonna face the fact that I'm not a fighter and try to stay at base from now on."

She didn't reply to me as I got up. She just began to stride towards the door.

"Training, same time tomorrow," She said directly, "I have to go on patrol straight after so don't be late."

I sighed in relief as she disappeared out of the door towards the energon-refuelling room.

Thank Primus that's over, I thought to myself.

Tired from training (or - more accurately - my very poor attempt of training), I left the sparring room and headed to the main room.

It was still early in the morning so almost no one was up...almost.

As I trudged, still half-awake, down the hallway, I saw the door to the main room open, a momentary flash of yellow and black and the door close again.

Yup - Bumblebee was still avoiding me.

If that was the case, he wasn't doing a very good job to go into the one place I spend every day. I had had enough of being treated like I was invisible.

Slightly irritated on the inside, I casually turned and headed into the room, where the scout stood, acting like he was on his way out.

"Hi, Bumblebee," I greeted, pretending that I had just seen him.

"H-Hey. I-I gotta go," He didn't stop speed-walking towards the exit.

"Seriously?" I blurted out, a little bit of ire in my tone.

I wasn't even thinking when I said that or where I was going with it. It kind of just slipped out.

Bumblebee turned back at me innocently, "What do you mean?"

Well, no turning back now, I thought, figuring that I may as well see it through.

"I mean you've been going out of your way to act like I don't exist," I confronted, "Is this about that time-"

"No," He cut me off mid-sentence, "It-it's not because of that..."

I looked up at him with a pleading expression, "Then why?"

He let out a whir, which sounded a lot like a sigh, "I shot you, Silver."

My head was filled with way too many thoughts. On one hand, I was relieved that it wasn't anything that I had done. But I didn't want Bumblebee to think that it was his fault.

I was unsure of what to say for a few seconds, "That was Megatron, not you."

"But I could've stopped him. I should've been stronger to fight him and I wasn't. And you paid the price for it."

"Bumblebee...You can't blame yourself for what happened. I saw you struggle and I saw you try to fight him. And I'm fine now-"

"But what if you weren't?" He almost snapped, causing me to step back carefully, "Silver, it could've easily been different back on the Nemesis. That whole thing could've ended worse if Ratchet wasn't there."

"They didn't end worse though," I interrupted before he could say any more, "There's no point in fixating on what might've happened. It'll only stop you from realising what's happening now."

I honestly didn't even think about what I was saying until it came out. My face suddenly felt very hot as I felt myself turn red. Bumblebee looked as awkward as I was.

"W-What is happening? Now, I mean," He asked.

I was kind of, sort of, totally struggling to come up with an answer. The two best options were to fake fainting or actually faint.

"Um...Well, w-we're having a c-conversation," that reply didn't stop my spark rate from increasing, "A-And when I said 'now' I meant 'now and...any other times' so..."

"Um...ok?" Bumblebee accepted, not really sure if he should or not.

I sighed, all but giving up on trying to turn this thing around, "A-Anyway, that's not the point."

"Well, what is the point?"

"To not avoid me, Bumblebee," I stated outright the answer.

"Oh. Right," He sheepishly rubbed the back of his helm, "Sorry."

I smiled sympathetically at the scout, "Don't worry about it."

He returned the smile (I think - I couldn't see underneath his battle-mask), "Do you...maybe want to go pick up Raf with me?"

I was about to reply when the alarm in my helm went off, reminding me to start working, "Sorry. I'd like to but I'd better get a head-start on rerouting the computer before Ratchet comes in here and yells at me about how annoying he finds everyone here."

"Yeah, that's probably...Wait, everyone?" The scout asked. To that I nodded, "Even me and Raf?"

"Everyone," I replied.

"Even Optimus?"

"Not so much Optimus," I stifled a laugh as a particular memory came back to me, "You should've heard when Sunstreaker and Sideswipe pranked him back on Cybertron and painted his computer and keyboard neon-pink."

Bumblebee, I could tell, was smirkig underneath his battle-mask, "Let me guess: Non-stop complaining about 'how reckless young-bots are nowadays'?"

"For a month," I nodded, "The amount of times I had to excuse myself on a routine energon-mining trip just to get away from his complaining-"

I stopped as I saw Bumblebee's optics widen, looking behind me. Turning back, I (surprise, surprise) saw Ratchet standing there, glaring daggers at me.

Oh scrap' was the first thought that came to mind.

"So, you finally admit to being like the rest then?" He asked before shaking his helm and walking over to the computer, "I knew it."

"Ratchet, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out," I apologised, pausing, "Wait - You knew?"

He snorted in amusement, "Medical Officer Silver Sun, you may be a kind Autobot but you are a terrible liar." He smirked, though, "Go with the scout if you want. He's the one who's brainwashed your mind, isn't he?"

I sensed a slight bit of joking in his voice, "Um...Please, tell me how to respond."

He grabbed his wrench (slightly threateningly) and gestured towards the door, "Go before Bulkhead comes in here and starts trashing the place and you have to listen to me whine about it."

"...Ok...?" I wasn't exactly sure of what to make of the Doc-bot making a joke, "I'll...see you later?"

Between the possibility of Ratchet throwing a wrench at me, working all day and listening to his endless complaints about...well, everything, I was better off leaving while I still had the chance.

Oh yeah, that brought up another question - why did I decide to tell Bumblebee all that stuff?

I chose to ignore it, though, as we drove to pick up Raf. I didn't know why, but I actually liked the human kids.

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It was kinda sad that Raf had to stay home all weekend to study for a quiz he had on Tuesday, but that was the excuse he gave us when he called Bumblebee as we were halfway to his house.

Apparently, Jack had to work too so he wasn't able to come over.

When we arrived back at base, we found Ratchet patching up Bulkhead. I wasn't sure what happened or if I should've even asked but, from the way Optimus was scolding the Wrecker, it must've been something serious.

Bumblebee and I transformed and walked up to Arcee. I was about to ask her what was going on when Optimus began speaking.

"Engaging the enemy on your own was foolish, Bulkhead," The Prime scolded.

"Breakdown jumped me," The green mech defended, "I knew I could take 'em."

Unfortunately for Bulkhead, his groan of pain from Ratchet welding his wounds shut wasn't exactly a big help to his case.

The doctor was not in the mood for his nonsense, "Stay still."

"Well, you should see the other guy!" Miko suddenly pooped out from nowhere, "Right, Bulk?"

Bulkhead suddenly looked sorry, "Uh...yeah, about that..."

The human girl leaned back in surprise, "You didn't torch him?"

He shrugged, "Not exactly," before gesturing to us, "I figured you all did."

"Oh," Was Miko's simple reply.

Bulkhead continued, "When I came to, Breakdown was just...gone."

That seemed a little weird to me - a Decepticon leaving a vulnerable Autobot to live?

"I remember hearing a copter," He recollected, "Maybe it was Agent Fowler."

"Not me," The agent entered the base, as if on cue, "But I have an idea who. Show me where this Con-napping occurred."

After he was done mending the Wrecker, Ratchet tracked the groundbridge to where it had last been sent.

"This is where we picked up Bulkhead," The Doc-bot informed Fowler.

"It's the Kamchatka Peninsula, Russia," The agent explained, "Much of it was abandoned twenty years ago when it's volcano first erupted. My intel reported MECH activity there earlier today."

"MECH? You mean those tech-y guys?" Miko questioned.

"The very ones who know of our existence on your planet," Ratchet added.

Confused about who these 'mech' people were, I looked at Arcee. She just mouthed back an 'I'll tell you later'.

"They must've tracked one of us there," Bulkhead realised.

Miko thought for a minute, "But what would they want with Breakdown?"

"What's it matter?" Arcee asked, "They can have him."

I stared at my sister in shock, "Did you seriously mean that?"

"He's a Decepticon, Sil. Why should we care what MECH does to him?"

"But, if they're so ruthless, they could torture him for information," I protested, "Or worse."

"He got himself caught by MECH," Bumblebee added, "It isn't our responsibility to save him."

"Ha, yeah. Dragged off by humans," Bulkhead pounded his fists together, "Guess I softened him up for 'em, eh?"

He looked over at Miko, who shrugged in response, "Meh."

I couldn't actually believe I was arguing with them on this. I was about to retaliate again when Optimus spoke.

"Ratchet, reactivate the groundbridge to the previous coordinates," He instructed, "We will rescue Breakdown."

That sent the entire room into stony silence.

"What!" Ratchet asked, though it was more of an exclamation than a question.

"Optimus, you can't be serious," Arcee doubted.

"Why should we go get him?" Bee pointed out.

Bulkhead showed the most reluctance, 'MECH can melt him down for all I care. Let the 'Cons rescue their own!"

"It is unlikely that Megatron would bother with an errand if mercy," Optimus said.

"Ok," Arcee murmured through gritted denta (ie: teeth in Cybertronian terms), "But this is Breakdown we're talking about."

"Sometimes, we must rise above ourselves for the greater good," He responded.

"Aw, what's that supposed to mean?!" Bulkhead demanded, "Breakdown's gonna go all soft and join the cause?"

"While it is unlikely that any Decepticon would choose the path of a greater good, even they possess the potential for change."

Even I saw that one coming.

Bulkhead kinda went into kid-having-a-tantrum mode, "Meh! I knew where this was headed."

Optimus chose to elaborate, "By 'greater good' I meant humankind." That kept the Wrecker quiet. "MECH presents a clear and present danger."

"Prime is right, two-tonne," Fowler interrupted.

Personally, I didn't think it was a wise idea to insult someone a hundred times bigger than you were, but Fowler didn't get that concept.

The agent continued, "We know MECH is obsessed with obtaining ground-breaking, technology."

"Which means we cannot allow Cybertronian biology to fall into their hands," The Prime stated.

Bulkhead just pouted, making his way over to the seat next to the groundbridge (full disclosure: the seat was the floor). Miko was trying to convince him to go on the mission to rematch Breakdown as Arcee explained to me who MECH was.

Long story short, I did not want to meet them any time soon. Or ever.

Optimus - to Bulkhead's surprise - agreed that the Wrecker should stay at base instead of go on the mission. The green mech didn't argue though.

I waved goodbye to Arcee as she left along with the rest of the team.

Bulkhead muttered resentfully as I closed the bridge, "Fine. Happy hunting."

I stayed back at base with Miko and Bulkhead (secretly keeping a close optic on the girl - I wasn't particularly in the mood for another alternate-dimension trip).

Miko huffed in frustration but I don't think Bulkhead got what was going on.

"Uh. Whaddya say? Creature double-feature?" He suggested.

"Sure," She shrugged.

"Oh, I'm in!" Fowler invited himself to watch the movies.

I was slightly confused, "Hang on. Creature double-feature is monster stuff right? Like terracons?"

Bulkhead nodded, "Yeah. Godzilla versus Zombie army is the best one."

"Ok. I heard 'zombie' so that's my cue to leave," I quickly decided.

"Really?" Fowler asked, "A 'bot is afraid of 'movie monsters'?"

"Yes; I am and those two are the reason why," I pointed directly to Bulkhead and Miko, "You two already fooled me into watching Nightmare On Elm Street. You will not fool me again."

I turned around and began walking to the hallway, "And Miko, don't even think about going to Kamchatka."

"Never crossed my mind," The girl said, although a bit less energetic than usual.

So I went to go study for a while, thinking that the number of sensible ones at base outnumnered the reckless ones.

Unfortunately I was wrong...again.

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It was literally only fifteen minutes later that I came out from my room where I was studying to check that everything was ok. Things had been a little too quiet to me.

Fowler was snoozing on the sofa. The TV was blaring Dino-lizard VS Five-headed Ape. Miko was sat watching it and Bulkhead was nowhere to be found. That was clue number one.

I switched the lights on, since them not being on made me feel like a ghost would pop up out of nowhere.

"Where's Bulkhead, Miko?" I asked suspiciously.

She tensed up when I said that, "Uh...He has gone...to get, erm...energon?"

I sighed, "He's gone to get Breakdown."

Miko paused, "Maybe..."

Marching over to the computer, I rolled my optics, "Unbelievable."

"Ok, yeah, I know it was a bad move," Miko admitted, "But Bulk's gotta win the rematch!"

I logged on to the groundbridge's last coordinates. From the looks of things, Bulkhead was at an underground facility. His signal had stopped moving though.

Slightly worried, I activated the comm, "Bulkhead? Are you ok?"

Nothing but static came from the other end. Me and comm-links hadn't been gettig along so well recently. I tried again but still got no response.

"Why isn't Bulk picking up?" Miko asked, slightly worriedly.

I shook my head, "He's probably too far underground."

Next I tried contacting my sister to tell Optimus. If Bulkhead was in trouble, he'd need backup, and I was about as useful in a fight as organic life was in outer space.

"Arcee? You there?" I called.

"I...ca...hear...you," was all that managed to break through the messed-up signal.

"Arcee?" I tried again, "Arcee, Bulkhead's in trouble. You need to-"

I stopped abruptly as the line was cut. This was not good. Miko was really starting to panick now.

She looked up at me pleadingly, "You gotta go get him. I shouldn't have made him go. "

I shook my helm, "Miko, in case you've forgotten, I can't fight."

"You don't need to fight. You just gotta make sure Bulkhead makes it outta there alive."

"Really? Because that sounds like it involves fighting," I said determinedly, "I am not gonna let you rope me into another deadly mission. Not today."

Miko looked at me with big cyberfox-cub eyes (or puppy-dog, if you're a human), "Please, Silver."

"Miko, I literally cannot go into battle. I'm sorry but no way is that happening."

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Five minuted after that conversation ended, I was in Kamchatka Peninsula, Russia. I steadily drove through the ruins of the city to the mountain up ahead.

I said no. How am I even here? I thought, in that moment regretting that I let myself get dragged into stuff like that.

Firestar was right all those years ago: I was a pushover.

Bulkhead probably would've been fine without me there to slow him down. I found an opening in the mountain: a tunnel led directly into the heart of the MECH base.

I had made a lot of bad decisions lately, but that one was probably my worst; going into a base full of humans who hated my species and wanted to dismantle and dissect us for spare parts.

Not to mention the huge, angry, generally-not-very-nice Decepticon who was in there as well.

The best way I can describe the tunnel is that it was dark and seemed to go on forever until I got to what used to be the main barrier between the base and the outside.

Now, that same barrier (a large metal wall-like door) lay beaten and battered on the ground. There were huge dents across it. The floor was littered with unconscious soldiers, their weapons smashed or broken.

There may as well have been a neon billboard saying 'Bulkhead was here'.

I finally managed to get to the end...and drove straight into another laboratory.

I transformed, skidding to a sudden halt. Evidently, I didn't stop quickly enough because I bumped into a blue and orange mech and stumbled back a few steps. I assumed this was Breakdown. The mech spun around, grabbing my arm and rearing his fist back to punch.

"Friendly!" I shouted, covering my face with my other arm.

He turned to Bulkhead, who I had just realised was next to him.

"Another 'bot?" He asked.

Bulkhead nodded, "Yeah."

Breakdown surveyed me with his one sun-yellow optic before releasing me. I fell backwards at the sudden loss of support.

"Too bad," He grinned.

I did not like that grin.

Unfortunately, as I got up, my optics met his. Then it happened again.

I saw his past, how he was a good guy before joining the Decepticons, how he and Bulkhead used to know each other, then...how he'd offlined someone for the first time...someone Bulkhead had known. But who?

"Silver Sun," Bulkhea voice snapped me out of my daze, "What're you doing here?"

I slowly regained my balance, shuddering, "M-Miko made me."

The green mech turned to his arch-nemesis, "Can you walk?"

"I...I think so," as Breakdown replied, the alarm started blaring.

"Um, can you run?" I asked hopefully.

He smirked, transforming his servo into a hammer, "Never run when you can fight, sweetspark."

I froze at that last word. Did he just...?

"Yeah, she doesn't do the whole fighting-thing," Bulkhead waved the hammer away from him, "Just keep that thing pointed away from us, alright?"

Without waiting for a reply, Bulkhead ran off back the way I had just come. Breakdown gestured for me to follow the Wrecker.

"Ladies first," He said cheesily.

I went after Bulkhead, but mainly just because I didn't want to be in the same room as the Decepticon. I transformed in order to keep up with the two.

MECH hadn't sent much backup to guard the exit so it was pretty easy to drive around them.

And then we reached the outside.

As soon as we did, I transformed - first mistake. There were more human soldiers out there...with guns. Seriously, how many guns were there on that planet?

Since this was becoming a habit, I immediately shielded myself as the bullets collided with my armour. It was kind of like being stabbed with loads of tiny needles, like in Captain America The First Avenger (Raf's idea to watch that).

It didn't surprise that Breakdown was the first to shoot. He blew up one of the cars before turning to me and Bulkhead.

"Do you have some sort of escape-plan?" He asked.

Bulkhead shook his helm, "Nope."

"I do," I told the Decepticon, "But you're not gonna like it." I switched on my comm-link, hoping to Primus that it would've cleared up by now, "Silver Sun to Optimus. Rendevous to my coordinates-" A bullet came dangerously close to my optic, "We're in need of backup."

No reply came from the other side, but I prayed that he had heard it and was just angry at me and Bulk.

Breakdown was really starting to get annoyed now. How did I know this? Well, a small clue was how he grabbed the same truck he had just shot, picked it up, spun around and lobbed it at the helicopter that was about a hundred feet in the air.

It exploded.

Bulkhead began smashing the other cars with his mace, basically reducing them to rubble. Me? I was just standing around, trying to shield myself from the fire by hidining behind a boulder and simultaneously contact my sister.

That didn't exactly help as the rest of the helicopters arrived to destroy us. One of them had a laser ray attached to it, remotely controlled by the pilot. The pilot wasted no time using the death-ray. I saw who they were firing at.

"Breakdown! Look out!" I yelled.

He looked up, the beam shooting past him, barely missing his helm. That didn't exactly break my way since I had just given the helicopter guy a new target.

The blue ray of light began darting towards me. It was mere metres away when I felt someone tackle me out of the way of the blast. I saw the familiar blue and orange of the Decepticon pick me up from the ground and help me regain my balance.

"When something's shooting at you, you run. Got it?" He instructed.

I was still in awe that a Decepticon - Breakdown - had just saved me. In response to his question, I nodded slowly.

"Good," He transformed his servo into a hammer again, "Stay down and don't get offlined, sweetspark."

The mech got up and ran to join Bulkhead in fighting against the other kind of MECH. But then something really weird happened.

Just when they had enough backup to take us down, they retreated. The helicopters flew back the way they had come and the truck/cars sped away after them into the mountains.

Something's not right about this, I thought, eyeing after where the army was disappearing to.

Bulkhead and Breakdown looked even more surprised. The sound of vehicles approaching caused me to turn back to the city part of the place.

"Your backup?" Breakdown guessed.

His guess was wrong. A familiar silver, red and dark-grey decepticon landed on the ground, along with six other Seekers.

"Commander Starscream," the blue and orange mech recognised.

Starscream glared daggers at me with his scarlet-red optics then turned back to the Decepticon, "Consorting with the enemy, Breakdown?"

"But Bulkhead and Silver Sun got me out of there," It was surprising to hear Breakdown defend us, Autobots.

"Many spark-filled thanks, Autobots," Starscream fake-bowed before turning to Breakdown, "Now destroy them."

Geez, try not to act so grateful.

"Believe me, femme, I am trying," Starscream spoke.

I felt myself turn red before looking at Bulkhead, "D-Did I say that out loud?"

"Well, Breakdown?" The Decepticon Second-In-Command scowled.

Breakdown hesitated, "But-"

"Do you plan on joining their ranks soon? No? Then be done with it already!"

His tone reminded me of when I used to look after sparklings on Cybertron and they'd have temper-tantrums. The orange and blue mech shrugged.

"Tough break, Bulk," He decided, grinning evilly, "Maybe in the next life." He smirked at me, "Don't worry, sweetspark. I'll offline you last."

Bulkhead stepped in front of me, raising his mace to the mech's face, "You ain't offlining scrap."

Breakdown lunged at him, swinging his hammer to try to hit Bulkhead. He was too slow though as the Wrecker casually stepped out of the way and smashed his mace into Breakdown's back.

Starscream must've sensed that Breakdown wasn't gonna win this one.

"Destroy them!" He ordered the 'con Seekers.

Bulkhead punch him. The blow sent the Decepticon SIC flying backwards. I was kind of just standing there, not sure of what I could do.

The Seekers were about to fire when I heard Bulkhead shout, "Hammer time!"

Before I knew what was happening, Breakdown flew across from where he and Bulkhead were and slammed straight into the troops, knocking them down like bowling pins. Bulkhead looked pretty triumphant...and overconfident.

"Come on!" He slammed his fists together, "I'll scrap all o' ya!"

Starscream glared dangerously, aiming his gun. The Seekers followed. As they were about to attack, I saw blue plasma blasts fire from behind them. I exhaled in relief to see that the message had finally gotten through to the team.

Optimus, Arcee, Bumblebee and Ratchet all ran towards us, shooting at the Decepticons. That's when the Seekers realised they were outnumbered.

"Reatreat!" Starscream transformed and flew away in annoyance, followed by the squadron.

Breakdown struggled to get up but quickly shoved Bulkhead put of the way. He transformed and raced after the Decepticons.

"Engaging the enemy on your own was even more foolish this time, Bulkhead," I'd know Optimus's telling-off tone anywhere, "But...I am honorehonored that you saw fit to rescue your rival. You have truly risen above yourself."

"Did you see?" Bulkhead asked eagerly, "I beat Breakdown and bashed them all with his own hammer!" He punched his fist into the air above him victoriously, "I won the rematch!"

I don't think that he was really listening to anything Optimus had just said.

Arcee rolled her optics, "I'm...sure Miko would be proud."

"Hey, Silver," Bumblebee said, causing me to look up at him, "You didn't get injured this time." he looked like he was smirking under his battel-mask, "That's something to be proud about."

I smiled at the scout, "New record for me, then."

Arcee watched mine and Bumblebee's exchange with the knowing hint of a smile. She knew. How come I didn't?

I was smart when it came to medicine and technology. Unfortunately, I learnt the hard way that two things were a mystery to me: Fighting and mechs.

Author's Note :

So, there was sort of a one-sided flirting thing going on between Silver Sun and Breakdown. Not sure how you all felt about that but it may be difficult for Silver knowing that the first mech who ever flirted with her was a Decepticon.

Also, how is she going to cope with seeing Breakdown's past? Hey, I promised drama.

We are eventually going to get to the cute moments between Bee and Silver. Just gotta build up to it.

Until next time!

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