"Comm. link"

"Bumblebee's radio"

"Both"

~Mira~

"She's up Ratchet." A familiar voice says as I was taken out of the warm place.

"Who's up?" a different male voice sounds, making me close my eyes and curl up in a ball in fear that I'm back in that hell hole

"Give her half of the pill, it'll take the pain but won't make her go back into recharge." another familiar voice- Ratchet- instructs.

Next thing I knew I hear the sound of metal moving around and softly being placed on top of the backseat. Opening my eyes I see a roughed up 'Hide kneeling by my feet looking at a bottle before opening it and taking out a white pill.

"'Hide," I groan out making his head turn towards me, "Where are we?"

He puts the bottle away before coming by my head to answer, "We just finished a battle in Mission City, youngling. Take this and I'll help you out, Ratchet wants to see how your doing in his own alt."

He holds half of the pill in front of my face as I open my mouth for him to put it in.

"The human military is here too, so try not to faint on us." Ironhide says as he helps me sit up.

"Men?" I ask fearfully.

He nods his head and opens a back door by my feet, slowly helping me down. I goan and close my eyes as the sunlight goes directly into them.

"It's just a couple of feet, youngling." he encourages.

"Stop calling me that, you rust bucket." I sassed back as I open my eyes and shuffle along with 'Hide leading the way.

"You need to eat more often, sparkling." he whispers worried.

"Kind of hard when your… creators?... don't feed you nearly enough." I answer back trying out their terms for parents.

'Hide growls, "That's no way to treat their own youngling."

I give him a sad smile, "It started when I was in grade 5, so I got used to not having much food."

"What started when you were in grade 5?" a brown hair male in a dirty military outfit walks over to us with concern clearly on his face.

I stiffen at the sight of a man in his late twenties as he gets closer. Ironhide and I stop and stare at him to see him stop at least 7 feet away from us. "Hell." was my only response, to afraid to say anything else.

He nods slowly and looks and gestures towards my cast on my left leg, "What happened?"

"I hit her on the road." Ironhide answers, soundly a little guilty, and the military man looks at him funny.

"But," I intervened, "I was walking on the middle of the road."

"Why?" the military man asks.

"I was running away from hell." I stated simply not as scared as I was before.

The mans face was confused, he opens his mouth only for Ratchet to speak up first from behind us, "Hurry up Mira! You're not the only patient I have."

"We're coming Hatchet!" 'Hide calls back, only to be hit in the head with a wrench that came out of nowhere.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

I laugh as 'Hide curses softly and another wrench flys on over hitting its target again, 'Hide head.

"Let's go." the autobot grumbles to me as he starts turning around.

"Your names Mira?" the military man asks.

I turn my head and slowly nod my head not sure where this is going, "If you need a place to stay, I'm sure my wife won't mind."

Eyes wide, Ironhide guides me to Ratchets alt. and gently puts me at the foot of a gurney. "You good Mira?" Ratchet asks cautiously.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, "I was just offered a place to stay… by a stranger." I pause and whisper, " A military stranger that could easily hurt me."

"I'm sure he wouldn't place a hand on you unless you say or absolutely necessary," Ratchet calmly speaks as he looks me over. "Look at me…" I glance at his eyes to see determination and worry as he shines a light on my eyes. "You have a concussion, so no bright lights for a while. Okay?"

"Yeah," I nod, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything youngling."

"Should I go to the man's house? Without his wife's acknowledgements?"

"Health reasons, you should." Ratchet answers with a 'but' in is tone, "Though it would be wise because you would have a roof over your head, and someone to turn to when needed."

I look out the back window of the Hummer to see 'Hide's holoform still there with the military man beside him. "The one I trust the most has the highest chance of leaving me, Ratchet. I don't want to be left alone."

"You won't-"

"You don't know that!" I exclaim loud enough that the two men outside look at the door. "They could kick you guys off Earth and I won't get the chance to say goodbye, I won't even have the chance to have a friend again."

"Mira," Hide voice sounds through the Hummer, "don't fret about the negatives in life. You are young, you still have a chance to make new friends, and to have your own family. Just because we are gone, doesn't mean we will forget."

Tears slowly start dripping down my cheeks as I start crying in guilt, hate, and tiredness. "What sh-should I d-do Hide?"

"Go bond with a family, live your life." is his response before a hand is gently placed on my shoulder and guides me to someone's chest. Letting me cry.

~Ironhide~ 'Thoughts'

As I'm holding onto Mira as she cries, I start wondering what will happen if we are kicked off this planet. 'Will she have someone to turn to? Will she trust the Lennox's enough to stay with them? Will she forget about us?'

"Don't think too hard Ironhide, you might glitch out." Ratchet whispers from behind me.

"I can't stop thinking Ratch, and you know that." I snap quietly at him.

"I never said to stop," he sighs, "just don't think of the 'what if's,' think about the here and now."

I growl at him, "Just because your the-"

"Ratchet, hows Mira?" Optimus asks through the comm.

"She's upset about the unforeseeable future. Otherwise, she's malnourished, a broken leg and a concussion."

"I see. Is she awake?"

"Cried herself to sleep on 'Hide holoform."

"Are you aware of the reason why?"

"Mixed emotions." I answer, "About is leaving, the possibility of staying at the Lennox's housing unit, and not to mention the fear of the human mechs."

"She's afraid… of human males? Do you know why?" Ratchet questions quickly.

"No, but she says she ran away from what the humans say, 'Hell.'"

"Was living with her creators that bad?" Optimus asks softly.

"She told me it started when she was in grade 5, not receiving much food. That she got used to it."

A knock sounds from the back doors and Ratchet's face turns to discomfort as he opens them. "Don't do that again, it felt weird."

Lennox rubs a servo against his neck and apologizes, "Sorry, but we need to get moving. You'll be staying at my place for a little, at least until everything is sorted out."