A/N: Heyo everyone! We are back in the real world! Finally, it felt like that saga would go on forever. Now that we are here, we are gonna chill, because Primus knows this kids need it! So I hope you enjoy and find this non-action-y, almost slice of life in some ways, chapter of this whole series!

On with the show!

Chapter 19-The Satellites Point of View

Ratchet's POV

When my systems began to online, I felt strangely...comfortable. I thought I was on the floor that I fell asleep on when Cenotaph cast her spell in that storage room but it felt wrong. My optics slowly flickered back on, and were static filled but slowly cleared. I narrowed my optics as my optics stared at a dark material I didn't recognize, I moved my servo, feeling a softness I had never felt before.

"What the…" I said, my static-filled voice straining my vocal box.

"Oh good, you're awake…" A soft and subdued voice called above me, it was hard to recognize since I had never heard it that soft before, but it was Cenotaph nonetheless. But what I became abundantly clear was the fact that I could feel her on my back, pressed against me, warm and soft, all encompassing as her height meant I was cradled against her, her helm above me staring down with vibrant and brilliant violet optics.

I went rigid, staring at her optics as I felt like I was being pulled into them.

She smiled sweetly, yet there was an obvious tiredness to it, "I was wondering how long it would take for you to wake up, I'm surprised you didn't when I moved you to my room."

My optics widened, "Your...room…" I squeaked.

She giggled, the rumbling vibrating through me and striking me right in the spark. A pleasant buzz left by it.

"Sorry, but mine was closer, and despite your small stature, compared to me, you are a heavy ambulance to drag. And besides, I was...cold." She said, a mischievous sparkling in her optics with a smirk.

My mind raced a million thoughts but one that bubbled up was, "What about Bulletta?"

She rolled her optics and huffed, "Don't worry about her, after all, she isn't the one you should be focusing on, is it?"

I shivered as her arm snaked across trapped me against her, "U-Um...C-Cena, shouldn't w-we...you know..?"

"Oh come now, Ratchet, clearly we are both exhausted from our dreamscape adventures and I honestly need a day off to simply lay in bed-er berth. I haven't taken a break since I died, I'm tired." She said, pouting with a sad and begging optics down at me.

Oh Primus help me…

"Fine...I guess they'll be fine without us for one day." I said, though on the inside I didn't really want to get up and deal with the Decepticons, what I just went through could last me my entire lifetime. And...as well...I didn't want this to stop...whatever this was.

She smirked playfully, "Good."

Cenotaph leaned her helm down, pressing her cheek into the top of my helm. Her arms now completely wrap around me and pressed firmly against my chassis. Our legs and tangled mess of limbs, and I wondered, really for the first time in awhile…

"Cena...have you ever been in a real relationship before?" I asked cautiously, wanting not to offend her and ruin this moment.

She hummed, "Truth be told, no, not really. As you already knew I was a mere tool for our King to use, so I didn't have any meaningful relationships with anyone. Why do you ask?"

I frowned at her mentioning her 'being a tool for the King' but I passed it off to answer her question. "Well, I was just wondering…"

She moved her helm, her violet optics again locking onto mine as she asked, "My thrall, have you been in a relationship before?"

I looked away, memories from my earlier years flooding in, "Yes, once upon a time when things were much, much simpler. But, it was never meant to be, she was out of my league, by a long shot."

"Oh?" She said, somehow tilting her helm curiously down at me.

I sighed and decided to explain myself, "Back in the old days, before the war when I was a young mech just entering the Medical Academy for the first time, I met this femme from one higher level than me. Her name was Cogwheel, she was a unique femme, a Arachnicon which was rare in our profession. But she proved to be intelligent and elegant in her work, with multiple limbs that aided her in precise movements making her a natural at Micro-Surgeries. We worked together for years, and I admired her beauty and her mind. But...then she and I were dragged into the war and we lost touch as we were posted on opposite sides of the war...then one day while racing through another nameless battlefield...I saw her..among the dead…"

A silence took the berthroom as I laid there, reliving that terrible day. I could still see her, lifeless and torn to bits. It was hard to recognize her at first but when I had...it simply reminded me that this war was all consuming and simply damaging to our race as whole.

"I am sorry, Ratchet."

My spark stopped as she said those words and I quickly denied her, "It's not your fault Cena, it was a long time ago."

She sighed, her voice filled with a waver, "I know, but I just wanted to say it. I didn't want to bring bad memories back. But...I suppose war has not many good memories. I wish I came sooner, then maybe we could've steered you all away from this."

"Cenotaph...are you alright?" I asked. I had noticed a subtle personality change for some time now, it was slow at first, but it slowly became more and more, especially in the dreamscape.

She was silent for a moment, "I don't know."

I frowned, and I felt a determination come over me to look at her in the optic. I twisted around and pushed myself up so that I was optic-level with her. Her wide violet optics staring at me, unsure of my actions. I grabbed her arm, and gave a gentle squeeze as I softened my expression.

"Cena, tell me what's on your mind, please?" I asked, pleading softly to her.

For a moment she stares at me, inner turmoil written across her face, then she looks me directly into my optics, a new emotion I had yet to see dancing across them…

Hope.

"All of this...is new to me. And I don't say that lightly, but what I want to get across is, that no matter what...I will always be true and real with you, as you are with me. It's the one thing I want to give back to you after what you have given me. So...I want to make a promise, that no matter what, we will be genuine together. Because I never want to...I want this to be real...and I don't want to be…" She trailed off, clearly the mind of hers was jumbled but I smiled at the thought behind it.

"You are paranoid." I simply said, she looked at me shocked before I went on, "You don't have to worry, Cena, I will always be genuine with you. I want to be here, to learn and listen, and I want to give you the experience of having faith in a person. I don't want anything but your knowledge and time, nothing more. I don't see you as an object as those from your past did. I want to know the genuine you, Cenotaph, so don't worry, I will never lie to you."

Her optics began to sparkle as she held back her tears, "That is all I can ask for."

I laughed lightly, "Cena, this is a relationship and it's a two-way street. I will give as long as you do."

She giggled herself, pulling her helm in to rest on my chestplate, "And I will always give back to you as long as you do….it's strange, I have never met someone like you before. So, I ask for you to take your time with me, as for once I am inexperienced in a field I know little about."

I smiled wider, "Then I'll be glad to teach you in this field and others as well."

"I do want to know something though," She said, I hummed questioningly and she asked, "If this is a real relationship, should we establish boundaries? I don't want to overstep anything after all, I don't like the idea of upsetting you and ruining all of this…"

I thought for a moment, up until now she had been very physical with her attention. But she never forced anything more than the touch or kiss before. I smiled at her wariness, but understood that maybe for her sake that she'd need a little structure going into this...relationship...though whether this would lead to a romantic one was up for debate, yes I liked her, a lot, but I liked her appearance, her power and her way of things. I wanted to like her core, her personality and understand her past...after all, I didn't get the chance last time for this kind of deeper connection.

"How about this, we keep everything as is. But, we don't go any further than what we've already done together. And as time goes on, we allow more and more bit by bit until...we decide what is to become of this...relationship. Does that sound okay to you?" I asked, already knowing her answer somehow.

She looked back up with a small graceful smile, "I think that will be fine with me, but, what about display of affection outside of privacy and in more...public places?" She wiggled her eyebrows playful, I knew she was only teasing but that didn't stop my mind from going to less than moral places.

I shook it off and answered, "Let's keep it on the down-low, I do not want the Terror Twins figuring this out...I would never hear the end of it!"

She giggled and nodded, "Alright then, now that that's settled…"

Suddenly I was pulled back against her, again facing away as she twisted me around quicker than I could realize what was happening. She sighed happily and soon her entire frame relaxed beside me as she fell into recharge once again. I sighed with a smile, knowing that for once in a long time, I could relax for a little while.

But also, because the femme that laid beside me was something I never expected and what the future held...well, it was something to anticipate.

Rafael's POV

When I woke up that Sunday morning I groaned. My head was pounding and exhaustion wracked my body. My bed, which was next to the window, was shining direct sunlight into my eyes, making it even worse. Blindly, I reached out and violently pulled the curtains together, and the headache subsided a little. I reached out to my nightstand, blindly grabbing my glasses and placing them on my face.

I reached for my phone and turned it on, squinting in pain for a moment before rubbing my eyes and staring at the time on my phone. It was...12:30 PM!? I had slept past noon!? That….was new, I had never done that before and I was surprised the rest of my siblings didn't wake me up. I could hear them throughout the house, laughing, screaming and doing whatever they were doing.

I sighed, rubbing my face before seeing that I had a message on my phone.

Opening the app, I saw it was from an unknown number.

Are you awake yet? I am outside just down the block, come when you can.-BL

I frowned for a moment before texting back a reply.

Who is this?-Raf

After a moment, a reply came back.

Oh, sorry, it's your friend who gives Sierra rides to school that owns the jeep?-BL

I wanted to smack my head, but that would hurt even more, I should've guessed with the initials. It was Bulletta, and she was keenly aware that someone could see my texts. I smiled, and even though my exhausted body begged me to stay in bed I replied quickly to her message.

Right, right, sorry! I'll add you to my contacts, and don't worry I'll be out soon!-Raf

Ok, but make it quick!-BL

I silently nodded to myself before getting dressed, then grabbing my house keys, phone and backpack with all the things I take to base and heading out the door. Outside, it was chaos, my siblings were all home along with extended family members, so going unnoticed was quite easy.

I slipped out the front door and jogged down to the road looking both directions before spotting Bulletta's vehicle mode. Smiling, I ran towards her down the road, her engine revved and she started moving, meeting me halfway. Her passenger door opened and I hoped right in.

As soon as I was in, she took off, heading into town.

"Hey Bulletta, I didn't know you were picking me up today?" I asked, curious as to why the gunslinger was here instead of Bumblebee.

She laughed lightly, though there was a tiredness that couldn't be missed, "I told Bee I would take care of it since he was still recovering and since Sierra's with her Mother, I thought why not."

I nodded, "Right…"

A silence took the air, and it was at that moment that I realized I had too many questions in my head from last night, most likely the cause of my headache. I didn't know what to ask her first, and I struggled to even find the words. I guess I really was exhausted.

She broke the silence, "Something on your mind, Bard?"

I smiled at the nod to my supposed 'class' in the dreamscape and sighed, "Too much for my tired mind to process. I guess...I don't know, this all so new and fresh, I don't really know when it will sink in."

She sighed as well, "You and me both, but, I think it's safe to say we can at least take a little time off. I mean, we don't have to start today on all the preparations for the Celestial Promise and our game plans for Unicron just yet. Let's at least take this day to just...cool down for a bit, right?"

I looked out of her window, seeing Jasper slowly disappear as we made our way to base.

"I suppose you are right." I looked back to her steering wheel that glowed whenever she spoke, "I think I'll just hang out with Bee and others for today and not think about anything else related to our mission...or school for that matter."

"Right, school…" She said, almost as if she forgot I attended it, "Well, I think we'd all appreciate your help eventually but that doesn't mean you can let your grades slip. Because it would call suspicion on you and it would look bad on your record."

I laughed, "Okay, okay! I get it, I won't let my grades slip. Wow, Sierra was right, you do take education seriously, you almost sound like my Mom."

She snorted, "Ha, in your wildest dreams would I be considered a Mother! But thanks for the compliment anyways!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, don't let go to you're head though."

She laughed, now pulling into base and lowering her voice, "I let all of it go to my helm, Rafael."

I sighed, and left the conversation at that, but I came away with a new appreciation of Bulletta. She was much more than Sierra ever mentioned, and much more intelligently in conversation. Sure, I loved talking to Bee, I saw him as my Brother. But, Bulletta? She was more like a teacher or a fellow prodigy that I could talk to for hours on my favorite subjects.

And the fact that she could hack at my level or even beyond was way cool to me.

I got out of her alt mode and she quickly transformed behind me with a cocky yet tired grin. Her tail wrapped around me and deposited me in the Human area where Jack and Miko were already waiting, as the tail unraveled away from me it patted my head gentle before moving closer to its owner who had a more caring expression on her face before she went on with her day, deeper into the base.

...Yeah, she's totally a Mother-Figure, even though she doesn't realize it yet…

"Hey man!" Miko shouted, gaining my attention as she ran over, "What was all that about?"

I looked back at where Bulletta had gone, seemingly into the Med-Bay before saying, "It's nothing important, so, what's up for today?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "We've literally overplayed that game on the TV a billion times, so I don't know what to do." Jack's eyes narrowed for a moment, "Hey, are you okay? You seem exhausted."

I blinked for a second before brushing him off, "Oh, just didn't sleep well, that's all."

Miko cocked her head in worry, "Does that happen often?"

I smiled reassuringly, "Yeah, when you live with a large family that tends to stay up late or cry in the middle of the night, because I have younger siblings, you tend to have some sleepless or little sleep nights. Last night was just another one, doesn't happen too often, so don't worry!"

Hm, I just realized I lied to them, for the first time...I guess I would have to get used to it.

There was a moment where they considered my words before Miko brightened right up.

"I guess that can happen, I mean I don't have a big family like you do so what do I know! Am I right, Jacky?" She said, playfully elbowing Jack who scowled at her.

"Don't call me that, I have a cousin named Jacky." But then he lightened up, looking to me, "But I suppose you do have a point, I am an only child so what do we know."

I smiled, "Right, so, do you guys know how the bots are doing?"

They frowned a bit, looking at each other, Jack spoke, "We haven't checked on them yet, Bulletta groundbridged us here, but since you weren't answering she went directly to you. So, we were kinda waiting on you."

"Well, let's go see them, I want to know if Bee's feeling better!" I said, taking my backpack with me as we headed down the stairs and towards the Med-Bay.

It took us a good jog before we made it into the Med-Bay, which had us all huffing and puffing. Seriously, we needed to do more exercise outside of school if we wanted to keep up or away from both Bots and Cons...though I think I'll have less issue with that latter one.

Everyone looked much better today, it seemed Arcee and Optimus had recovered enough to where they were helping out Bulletta in the Med-Bay to make necessary repairs and replacements for armor and metal. Currently, everyone was awake, chatting with each other.

The Twins seemed to be whispering to each other, a schemer's glint in Sideswipe while Sunstreaker just looked annoyed, as well as side-eyeing Bulletta who happened to be working on Bumblebee. Arcee was working on Cliffjumper and Optimus was helping out Bulkhead, seeing as they needed a stronger bot to most likely help get everything on the Wrecker.

But, there was an absence of Ratchet and Cenotaph, which was...odd.

It was Optimus who spotted us first.

"Children," He said, his voice rumbling through us, "I believe it is best if you stay away for a little while, some of the repairs may be dangerous to your health."

Miko of course whined, "But I wanna tell Bulkhead of this awesome dream I had last night!"

Bulkhead chimed in, "Maybe later, Miko, at least when I am more able to listen, alright?"

She sighed, her head down, "Fine, I guess."

Jack nodded, "Yeah, wouldn't want to distract you." He said, looking to his guardian, she only nodded in approval before going back to work.

Bumblebee also chimed in, "Don't worry, Raf, we'll hang out later, alright?"

I smiled reassuringly, "Of course, Bee! I just hope you feel better soon."

Then out of the blue, Sideswipe spoke up, "Hey, about we give them one small job for us!"

Cliffjumper looked at him skeptically, "With what?"

The red-sports car waved him off, "Well, Cenotaph and Ratchet are missing, and Ratchet did need some repairs, right? Maybe we should send them to find them?"

Optimus hummed thoughtfully for a moment before looking at us, "Would mind aiding in this task?"

Miko smiled, "Of course, big guy! Any ideas of where they are?"

In the corner of my eye, I saw Bulletta freeze up, before looking at me with a oh-shit expression. It seems she may have forgotten about those two, which isn't her fault, she was exhausted like I was.

"Nope." Sunstreaker replied coolly.

Jack sighed, "Then let's get going, we have a lot of ground to cover."

Miko and Jack began to leave the room, I followed a little behind, noticing that Cliffjumper and Bulletta were now side-eyeing each other. I believe they were speaking through internal comms, but it was unclear. But if those two both forgot about Cenotaph and Ratchet then...then where they? And why hadn't they come to the main hall?

Something about the base you didn't understand about was how large it was, most likely to the Bots it was small, but to us humans, it was huge. We had been walking for about half an hour now, with no sign of the pair yet. Miko was at her ropes end and Jack just seemed to be losing interest and hope.

I was even more tired now than I was before, which was quite.

Miko sighed for the umpteenth time, "We'll never find them at this rate! Man, we need like...a golf cart or scooters to get around here."

Jack looked at Miko impressed, "Wow, that's your first good idea ever, Miko."

She stared back at him with a frown, "Shut up."

"Guys, we just have this last section, they have to be here!" I said, pointing down the last hall that led into the Personal Quarter section of the base that was tied to the storage area.

"Well then, let's get going, I suppose." Jack said, a new determination coming around.

We began our trek down, noting all the doors had human and bot sized doors to each. All of them had labels on them, as we went down we finally came across Ratchet's room. We walked up to the human door, Jack twisted the nob and the door opened, though squeaky and jerkily, as the door hinges seemed rusted.

"Guess they didn't expect humans to go poking around here anymore." Miko commented out loud.

The room was dark, as in pitch black, Jack took his phone out and put the flashlight on.

"So? Is he there?" Miko asked, trying to see over his shoulders into the darkness.

Jack stepped back out, shaking his head, "It doesn't seem like he's in there."

I asked, "So, could he be somewhere else?"

Jack thought for a moment, "If Cenotaph is in her room, then maybe she knows where he went?"

"But, we all saw him yesterday. He was in just as rough shape as the others, how could he move himself somewhere else, and especially this far?" Miko questioned, and silently I questioned her thought too.

How could he get here in the first place, and if he wasn't here, then where was he?

"Cenotaph may be able to tell us, come on." Jack said, leading the way down the hall.

It took some time, but we came close to where the hall split and went into the storage area in the deepest part of this floor of the base and there, was Cenotaph's room. Right away we could tell someone was in there, faint light was coming from the room underneath the Bot door and the human door.

But, unlike the others, the bot door was slightly cracked open. It was like a garage door, so the bottom had a gap that we could squeeze through. Easier for me than my bigger friends with me.

"So, she's totally in there...should we go in?" Miko asked, a slight waver in her voice.

I looked up at her with a frown, "Miko, are you afraid of Cenotaph?"

She looked incredulously at me, before huffing, "Pft, what!? That's...that's…"

Jack gave her a sympathetic look, "Miko, you know she can't hurt you right? The bots would be in arms about it."

She sighed and rubbed her hands together, "I know, I know. Bulkhead already told me, but...he also told me to stay away."

"Then, why did he allow you to come here?" I asked.

"Maybe since we should've found Ratchet that he thought it was fine? I don't know!" She said, rubbing her head like she had a headache.

I smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Cenotaph isn't that bad, after all, I hung out with her for a while!"

They froze for a split second before staring down at me with almost horrified and astonished expressions.

"You did what?" Jack asked oddly calmly.

I nodded, "I came in on her while she was doing a spell and she let me join in, it was so awesome. I think she's just misunderstood, you kind of annoyed her when you first approached her. Maybe think about what you are going to say before saying it next time?"

Miko looked at me numbly, "Oh...okay...I guess that next time is now?" She asked, almost squeaking.

Jack also had a numb look to him, "I...guess so. Since she likes you the most, you go first Raf."

I nodded, "Sure, makes sense."

I then turned to the door and slowly approached the crack that was wide enough to fit us all, soft light coming from the room. I grabbed the door above me and pulled myself through, staring into a large version of a bedroom. Jack and Miko follow close behind, as we stared up into this room filled with...soft glowing orbs of light, dancing across the room.

There was a barren desk on one wall, with her spellbook and staff leaned against it. And a large locker of sorts on the other wall. There were barren shelves, yet to be filled with things and in the back was a large table or slab of metal with material of black and grey color coming off.

We could hear light snoring coming from the slab and we noticed a latter sort of structure in the design of the desk and silently pointed it out to each other. We clearly needed a better advantage to see if it indeed was Cenotaph up there, though the light snoring didn't sound quite right to me.

Silently, as we could, we made our way towards the desk and started climbing up and up. It was a long climb and I dare not look down. Even though I hung out with Bee and sat on his shoulder I knew was safe from a tumble since he would catch me. But here, this time, no such protection was there for me, so I kept looking up instead.

We finally made it to the top, and began to make our way to the side closest to what appeared to be a bed. The large spellbook blocked our view at first, but as we made our way around and looked to the bed, we were left speechless.

There, in the 'bed' of sorts, was Cenotaph, her white corset, clasp and cloak gone, only her black dress still on. One hand propped her helm up, her cord like hair slightly in her face as she was staring down at the bot lying next to her, the source of the snoring...Ratchet.

Her other hand was on his chest, glow dark red and it slowly made its way across his frame, pulsing like a heartbeat. I could see the scars and the damage from the Scraplet attack slowly fade away, as whatever spell she was doing, healed him.

Then, her optics snapped up to us, staring calming at us. She pressed a digit to her mouth, silently shushing us before flicking her hand away from Ratchet and towards us, the color turning purple before three beams shot out and struck us lightly in the forehead. Not enough to hurt but push back slightly.

Even though struck with magic, Miko and Jack remained silent, either out of fear for her silent warning or the fact they didn't want an angry Ratchet on their hands.

Then, Cenotaph's voice reached our inner minds.

'What are you doing here, young ones?' She asked, a calm and sweet tone that had a sinister tone underneath.

I heard Miko's voice, 'W-Well...you see, the bots were wondering where you two were so they...uh, sent us to look for you?'

Cenotaph was silent for a moment before humming in our minds, 'I knew they'd eventually come looking I suppose, but don't worry, I have almost healed him of his wounds. So you can go back and tell them to stop worrying.'

I smiled and said, 'Alright, come on guys.' I turned and started to walk towards the latter when I was stopped by Jack voicing a question, in our heads of course.

'Wait, why is Ratchet here?' He asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

I turned back, looking to see Cenotaph staring at Jack as her face fell from pleased, to annoyed.

'Jackson Darby, didn't your Mother teach you not to poke in on private matters. It doesn't matter how or why, it just is, now leave...you both are starting to annoy me.' She said, coldly staring at the older teens.

Jack looked incredulously at her, 'Both?'

She rolled her optics, 'Jack and Miko, I find you incredibly annoying. Now I suggest you follow the lead of the smartest member of your group and leave.'

There was utter silence before something in my mind felt like it snapped and I felt alone within my own mind, which was weird as heck. I took this as her cutting off whatever spell she cast, effectively ending the conversation. I didn't stay to look at their reactions, already starting my way down and out of the room.

As Miko and Jack emerged, the door suddenly, silently, shut on it's own and a locking mechanism was heard clicking into place. Miko sighed out a huge puff of air, she looked more terrified than I had ever seen her, and she was the reckless one of us. Jack on the other hand was annoyed and said nothing as he began to make his way back, trailed by a frightened Miko.

I stayed behind for a moment, staring at the door.

...heh, I think I'm going to like working with her…

I smiled staring at the door and started making my way to catch up, my exhaustion almost forgotten by a surge of adrenaline and pure pride running in my veins.

Cliffjumper's POV

For the millionth time that morning I yawned, only to stifle most of it. I sat in Med-Bay, with everyone else, just recovering as Bulletta, Optimus and Arcee had finished repairs and now we just waited for our internals to do the rest. So, with those three gone, it was just me, the Terror Twins, Bulkhead and Bumblebee.

Sideswipe seemed utterly bored, Bumblebee seemed to be in his own thoughts, Bulkhead was lightly recharging, and Sunstreaker seemed to be...I couldn't tell honestly. The mech had a stone cold poker face, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My curiosity beating me out, I spoke, "Hey, Sunstreaker, whatcha thinking about?"

Everyone turned their attention to me and Sunstreaker, who seemed to snap out of a trance and look at me with an annoyed and bored expression.

"Nothing that'd you'd care to know about, why? Are you that bored or is Bulletta rubbing off on you?" He sneered with dark and narrowed optics, I was honestly surprised at how much hostility could be in blue optics.

I frowned, "No...Sunstreaker, are you alright, you seem…" I trailed off, not quite knowing what to call his...attitude.

He huffed, more irritated, "I'm fine, Cliffjumper."

I saw in the corner of my optic I saw Sideswipe cringe slightly, guessing that something went unsaid in between their bond. I decided to stay quiet, but narrowing my optics at Sunstreaker.

Bumblebee, though, continued my questioning by asking a new question, "What's your problem?"

Sunstreaker looked at the scout, scowling, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

I growled, pointing at the warrior, "Do you have a problem with Bulletta?"

Sunstreaker paused, then huffed, "Oh please, is that obvious?" He sneered sarcastically.

"Why do you hate her? She's helping us heal from our wounds, she's an Autobot, our comrade and you treat her as if she is a Decepticon! So, tell me, what do you have against her?" Bumblebee said, huffing angrily at the yellow sports car.

There was a silence for a moment, me, Bulkhead and Sideswipe staring silently at the two arguing across each other. Deep down, I wanted to know too. There's this hostility that's been brewing between the two ever since the 'Darkletta' incident and I wanted to know why, more curiosity than what Bee has going...Primus it was so obvious the poor mech had a huge crush on the femme.

Then, Sideswipe froze, then confusion and worry crossed his features, now focusing completely on his brother who became cold and...a somewhat sinister glow came around him, his optics flashing.

"Bumblebee, I am going to be completely honest with you. Bulletta isn't a true Autobot, she isn't a Cybertronian and she is definitely not worth defending. She is a parasite, rotting the true Autobots into nothing more than...well, you've seen what you are slowly becoming. She isn't an angel, she isn't our friend, she's using you and she thinks she is better than us. She can get away with anything because she has you wrapped around her tail! Do you know how messed up that is?!" He growled, hunched over staring at everyone now.

Everyone was silent, staring at the basically frothing mech, huffing and puffing angrily at the young scout who seemed, horrified and confused.

Then Bulkhead spoke, "Primus, Sunstreaker! Where did that come from?!"

He snapped his helm to the Wrecker who cringed, "Oh frag off, two-ton!"

"Hey!" I said, berating the little fragger, "I think we've had enough out of you!"

He barked out laughter, "Oh please, you just don't want to hear the truth, right?"

I growled but was beat to it by Bumblebee who quietly said, "You are wrong."

Sunstreaker froze, then stared down the scout again, "...What..?"

Bumblebee looked him in the optic, his entire frame locked up, "She is an Autobot, she was given that badge in confidence. And I am proud to stand by her side. Yes, she's not perfect, but who is!? You think you know her so well but you only can see the surface. I and others have been given a glimpse into the expansive, beautiful, ocean that she is. And trust me when I say, that you will not know her true extent until you rethink your entire perspective on her….besides, what Autobot views their fellow comrades with as much hostility as a Decepticon would? To me, that doesn't sound like an Autobot whatsoever."

There was a dead silence in the room, no one spoke as we all stared at Sunstreaker, waiting for his reaction. After staring at Bumblebee with a narrowed and annoyed expression he simply turned on his berth and laid down, his back to us. The tension in the room seemed to lift, if only slightly, but I had a feeling this was far from over.

I looked back to Bumblebee who crossed his arms and stared at a computer in the Med-Bay, clearly done with everything. Bulkhead seemed uncomfortable and Sideswipe seemed at a loss of what to do.

We were back in silence, now with more brewing resentment than before.

And it was all my fault.

Arcee's right, I do like causing trouble, don't I?