I couldn't remember where Cliff or Bee went. All I could do was just make myself smaller in a tiny corner in one of the halls of the Nemesis, praying to Primus that they don't get killed, either.

After... Tailgate...

I whimpered as I sobbed, regretting not being able to save him... It wasn't fair! He didn't deserve to go!

Why...? Why did she do that...?

I heard a soft chuckle, and I froze, putting a servo over my mouth to not let that monster hear my whimpers. My body started to shake as her heels clicked closer to my hiding spot, my processor screaming for anyone to help me.

'Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, help! Please hurry!'

I could then feel one of her spider appendages grip my peds and snatch me out of the corner, before pinning my arms above my helm, trapping me. She smirked and opened her clawed servo, her blaster charging up to end me.

I shook my head and screamed, pleading to be let go. "Let me go! Cliffjumper, Bumblebee, help, please!"

At that moment, it was like time slowed down.

Just as the charger was about to fire, a roar echoed in the hall for 5 nanoklicks before Airachnid was thrown off of me, and was attacked by a black... predacon?

I gripped my shaking servos together as I watched the battle take place, the Predacon destroying the spider. Only by a near miss of a swing of its claws did Airachnid managed her escape, by scaling the walls and going in a different direction.

I stared at the massive being in a mixture of shock and fear. It turned its head to me and stared back, before doing the most bizarre thing ever.

Transforming into a femme. Slowly, I saw as she turned into a black, curvy femme with markings on her faceplate, and light blue wings sprouted from her back. Walking over to me slowly, she knelt down as I backed away slightly.

"I won't hurt you. I promise..."

The blue femme slowly awoke out of her slumber, her closed optics faintly wet from the memory she locked away for so long. She heard faint beeping, and the familiar voices of Optimus talking to Ratchet and Knock Out about something. Groaning softly, she turned her helm and opened her optics to gasp inaudibly.

Between the three mechs on a medical berth, was the unconscious form of the Predacon femme, now known as Galaxy. Her protoform was full of scratches and specks of dried Energon, and a big slab of metal acting like a bandage for her gash was held in place by a kind of Cybetronian ointment that was rarely used. Her light blue wings were wrapped around her body, acting like a skirt as they twitched faintly, meaning she was slowly coming to.

Arcee whimpered softly as she suddenly felt like a young sparkling without her carrier, as she looked at the femme with a sense of worry.

After all this time... the one who was practically a sister to her... was still alive. Well, barely now.

She then felt a soft hand touch her face and she turned her head to see Jack, frowning at her as he moved closer and wiped away the now noticed tears from her faceplates. Jack stayed silent as they stared at each other, a pained message pouring out of Arcee's optics as she started to sob; a rare event that only Jack was able to see.

Jack knew the two-wheeler enough to know when words weren't necessary. Their connection had grown much stronger, and it showed when Arcee slightly moved her cheek into his touch, hiccuping as the teen patted her helm, his way of soothing her.

The Prime and the medics heard her and turned around, coming over to her but giving the pair some space. Jack looked up at them, but Arcee kept crying softly, not wanting to look at them at the moment.

Knock Out fidgeted as he cleared his throat. "W-well... Galaxy has suffered a severe hit to the side, and her voicebox is pretty badly damaged... But it's nothing me and Ratchet can't fix."

"Simply put, the patient will... survive," Ratchet sighed, eyeing the ex Con that made him shrink in his stance.

Hearing that made the blue femme somewhat better, her sobs slowly fading and turning into soft whimpers, the boy not leaving her side.

Optimus stayed quiet as he looked back at Galaxy. From what Ratchet told him, Arcee knew her from long ago, and from how the blue femme was reacting right now, Galaxy meant a lot to her.

But what bothered him was that Arcee never mentioned the Predacon femme once when she joined the Autobots. Now that Galaxy was here, the blue femme was a whole different Cybertronian.

The only question was... Why now?

(Hey, my crew! So, Arcee now has Galaxy back after so long, but she kept her as a secret from the others. What will happen to the femmes when they talk to each other again? Find out next time!)