Firewing felt the wind pass over her wings, taking every detail her wings were relaying to her processor. She missed this feeling… The feeling of complete freedom. Her attention went to the larger multi-coloured seeker she still sensed beside her. "I gotta admit Nacelle" she started, as she tilted her body from side to side. "I never really went for a leisure flight before. Autobots don't believe in wasting the fuel" she admitted.

"Well, why don't you take the chance while you have it?" the large mech said, essentially giving her permission to let loose.

"Seriously?" she asked, not wanting it to appear as though she was trying to escape.

"Go for it" came the reply.

If Firewing could have grinned in alt mode, she would have. She edged herself further away from the other seeker, before opening her engines right up. She shot forward, easily hitting mach 8 in only a few seconds. She tilted to the right, initiating a barrel roll. She loved this feeling, and couldn't get enough of it. She suddenly transformed mid air, allowing herself to fall a few feet, before suddenly transforming back into alt mode. She immediately took off in the opposite direction, heading straight back towards Nacelle. She knew at that very moment, there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in the sky.

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Nacelle looked at the smile still plastered on the femmes faceplates. They had stayed out for the rest of the afternoon and early into the evening. Nacelle simply didn't have the spark to take this away from her, instead allowing her to choose when she was done. "Have fun fem?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Firewing's smile grew wider, causing Nacelle to smile in turn. "I did. Thank you so much Nacelle" the femme answered, her smile looking like it was now a permanent feature. "But I was wondering" she said quietly, "could I speak to Megatron about something?" she asked, hoping the other will at least consider her request.

Nacelle stopped, optics dimming as he spoke to someone over comm link. It was no more than a minute before he answered. "Megatron said that's fine. He's waiting for your arrival" he said, suddenly changing direction to head to the command centre.

Firewing had not expected to be able to see the Decepticon leader for awhile, but was pleased he had the time to see her. She went over the conversation in her helm, wanting to be prepared before they got to the command centre. But all thought left her helm as they entered. She had not expected so many bots would be in the command centre, but then again the Autobot command was always bustling with activity as well.

"Firewing" she heard the large silver mech say. "What can I do for you this fine afternoon?" he asked, rising from the chair in the middle of the room.

Firewing took a few nervous steps forward, stopping just meters from the large mech. She took a moment to steady herself, hoping her next words didn't upset the silver Decepticon. "I was wondering if Sentinel Prime had contacted you yet?" she asked quietly, not sure how the mech would react.

"Perhaps this conversation is best had in private" he said, motioning towards his office. Megatron led the femme inside, before closing the door. He sighed dejectedly, having hoped to not have this particular conversation. "I have tried to contact Sentinel many times about you" he started, as he sat in the chair next to the femme. "I have left many messages about your condition and updates on your progress" he continued, obviously trying to find the best words. "But the Prime sent only one message back… 'Don't contact me again'" he finished, watching as the femmes faceplates dropped.

Firewing felt her world shatter. She had been shot down in the line of duty, captured by the enemy and thrown in their brig, as well as been attacked and nearly raped… And now she finds out that her Prime, her leader, doesn't seem to care. "He… He doesn't…" the rest of her sentence trailed off as sobs racked her body.

Megatron quickly moved from the seat to kneel in front of the femme, taking her servos in his own. "I'm so sorry sweetspark" he started, pulling her forward allowing her to lean into him. "I wanted to negotiate with him to return you. But he simply didn't want to talk to me" he said, one of his servos rubbing up and down her back. His spark skipped a pulse as she held onto him, sobbing into his chest. He noticed how right it felt to hold the femme, and wanted nothing more than to claim her as his queen. But he knew she needed time to process everything that had happened, and he was willing to give her all the time in the world. "It'll be alright sweetspark" he whispered.

It seemed like hours, but was most like only minutes, before the femme pulled away. "If you ever want to talk, I'm always here" he stated.

"Thank you" Firewing mumbled, as she pulled herself from his hold. Although she loved the feeling of his arms around her, she just wanted to be alone at that moment. "I'm gonna go back to my quarters" she said softly, walking past him towards the door.

Megatron made no move to stop her, knowing how difficult this was for her. She had already gone through so much and hated seeing her in pain. "I will have Skywarp fetch you some energon while Nacelle takes you back to your quarters" he said, rising to his full height.

The femme simply nodded, not trusting her vocaliser at that moment. She opened the door and trudged through the command centre, her wings slung low on her back. The only thought going through her processor… Why would Prime do this?

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