A/N: Ok, SORRY for not updating last week, but complications had arisen... so... ya... hopefully, ya'll be satisfied with these chapters!

ThePegasusDevice: They're still working on it, and yes! She will be VERY happy! Awww, glad you love it so! And, Darkflame doesn't know she's royalty yet, neither does anyone else save Optimus and Ratchet. They haven't told anyone, and Dunebreaker is just looking for stray Predacons who may be the lost heir. :) (Btw, LOVE YOUR NAME!)

Optimus Prime 11: The fangs may or may not come back... probably may not. Thanks! I'm still working on the ending, just kinda making it up as I go O.O (DON'T TELL ANYONE!)

NordicAutobotGirl: A new fan! YAY! I always get confused on whether penguins live in the Arctic, Antarctic, or South Pole or whatever. :P So, I'll have to fix that. :NEXT REVIEW: Darkflame is a kinda good Predacon XD Yeah, she needs help. Like me. I need professional help. :D Nvm, getting off track. Next time she has a flashback, it will be labeled flashback. LOL Dunebreaker comes from a totally different species and such, so he's going to act a bit different in some things. SPOILER ALERT! Darkflame dies at the end! Just kidding, I would never kill off my main character! XD And, while it would be a good, humilating way for Megatron to go, that's not how it ends for the pain-in-the-aft Decepticon leader known as Megatron!

Now, ONWARDS MY FRIENDS!

DARKFLAME'S P.O.V.

I once again onlined slowly, systems booting up with a near silent whirring. I kept my optics closed for a moment after fully onlining, using my other senses to probe the rooms around me, doing the medbay last. Everyone was in their berths recharging, save for two; Dunebreaker and Wheeljack. Dunebreaker was curled around my berth, hulking body on the left side, in beast mode. Wheeljack was on the right, flakes of red paint crusting his digits. I blinked slowly in suprise, content to lay there until the pain meds began to wear off.

Jostling Wheeljack's helm, I whispered; "Wake up. I need more pain meds." Wheeljack moaned and mumbled something about five more, then fell back asleep. I hissed, clenching my fist to keep from letting any noise out. My claws pricked at my palm, and I brought my elbow up and whacked Wheeljack's helm.

The metal sound echoed faintly, waking Dunebreaker up in the process. "What the frag did'ja do that for, Darkflame!" Wheeljack said, rubbing the slight dent in. "You needed to wake up. I did it the best and fastest way." I replied.

Dunebreaker chuckled, green optics gleaming. "However, I would have done Dunebreaker, but he wasn't close enough." Repeating it then in Cybertronian. The golden Predacon's chuckles quieted. It was Wheeljack's turn to laugh now, and he did, albeit quietly as not to wake the other Autobots. "Why did you wake us up?" Dunebreaker asked curiously. "Not for our lovely conversations, I hope."

"No." I tried to keep my faceplates bland. "The pain meds are running out. Get Ratchet." Wheeljack immediatly scurried away, and I repeated my scentence in the Beast language. Dunebreaker immediately transformed, stepping as close as he could. Wheeljack returned just then, and when he saw us, his faceplates tightened. Ratchet shoved past him, picking up the large needle that lay beside my berth.

Wheeljack grasped hold of my sky-blue arm, and I- Sky-blue?! The blue paint was littered with red flecks and scratches, no doubt Wheeljack scraping the red off. Joy surged in my spark, and I didn't notice the needle at all. The pain meds took hold slowly, and I needed to ask Wheeljack a question before I fell back asleep. "Di' you do thisss?" I asked, waving my blue arm in the air.

He nodded. "Hope you don't mind."

"I love it." I said, and he smiled. "Go to sleep now, I'll be here when you wake up."

PREDAKING'S P.O.V.

I was worried sick for Darkflame. Last time I had seen her, she was laying in the middle of the battlefield, stomach plating blasted upon, leaking Energon from her mouth. Didn't Energon from the mouth mean there was internal leaking?

Perhaps she could be dead... I shook the thought away. NO! She could NOT be dead! I snarled, swiping at the nearest object. The slash marks I made on the wall of my 'kennel' blended in with the countless others already there, from both the past and now.

I slipped out of my kennel and entered hers, breathing in her stale and fading scent. Don't leave me, Darkflame... The femme was an enigma, and I wanted to find out more about her. It would require leaving the Nemesis, and I couldn't, at least, not for long. My slave coding wouldn't allow it.

I exited her kennel, letting my tail drag in a very bored way. I would go find her. The golden Predacon that had taken her through the Autobot's portal would take care of her, right?

Worried, I began to pace. From my spark a strange feeling suddenly began to grow, welling up throughout my frame. I was dimly aware of sparks, then I collapsed into blackness.

Predaking's dream:

I was floating softly in midair, wings folded delicately behind me. I was in a large, spacious hallway that seemed designed for Predacons, and, oddly, it rang with a sense of rightness and familiarness in my spark.

Transforming, I remained floating in the air without the help of any wings. How odd... I thought, glancing both ways up the hall. Two someones were walking towards me from the right, talking quietly.

I instantly recognized the one on the right; ME! In wonder, I floated in front of myself, fully expecting them to stop and exclaim in surprise, but they didn't. They went THROUGH me. The chills ran up and down my spinal struts, and I shivered, growling fearfully.

Instead of flying away or remaining in place, I floated after the two, intending on listening on their conversation. But the two were conversing in a Beast language I knew nothing of.

I took a good look at the second Predacon. It was Darkflame! She was younger, here, and was in her familiar old sky blue paint instead of the awful optic searing red. I took a closer look at myself. I was younger as well. But this was impossible! I was never here, I had never met Darkflame before!

Confused, I snarled, stumbling against a wall. I passed straight through it, giving myself another set of chills.

Even more confused, if it were possible, I held my helm. Shaking it, I glanced up. My jaw dropped in amazement, as I viewed the bustling city before me. Predacons, all Draconian, flew and walked about. There were sparklings, and elders. They all seemed happy. There was a military base at the far edge, some distance away from the main cities walls. Tiny specks that were the army sparred together, and, interested, I floated towards them.

I was almost there, when my spark suddenly felt like it was being ripped in two. I screamed in agony, clutching at my chest plates. My sight suddenly fritzed, and I was viewing the Decepticons' medbay. It flashed back to the beautiful city, then the medbay. I was suddenly pulled down, down, down into darkness.

I leaped awake, snarling viciously. Knock Out leaped back, servos in the air. "SOR-RY! Just trying to help!" I stopped. We sat for a moment in silence, then Knock Out stepped close. "So... can you transform like the female Predacon?" I shrugged as best I could. Could I?

How does one transform? I shrugged again, standing to walk out of the medbay. Knock Out didn't stop me, and I glanced back at him as I walked out. He was sitting by his berth, a depressed look on his face. His optics were opaque, as if he was lost in thought.

I shrugged for the third time, turning and leaving the strange mech to his wonderings.

Nightsteel... come back... I need you!

A/N: For a moment, I thought I was going to lose my entire chapter to a fuzzy wifi connection! Wheooh!

I WAS going to update my other stories as well, but I'm going to wait until my connection's a bit more stable. Wouldn't want to lose anything!

Till next time!

May StarClan light your path!