A/N: Quick announcement: I will be gone all next week, so, the week AFTER that I will put out TWO chapters instead of one, to make up for the last chapter! :D

Swirlspot: It can be used to heal anything, and, yes, Cybertronians can get sick. They aren't 'robots', really, they're aliens. Spoooookky! XD

NordicAutobotGirl: Yas, Ratchet is a good yet grumpy medic...

The fire stone shifted softly in my servos as I looked at it curiously. The medbay was empty once again, so I was left alone with the mysterious stone. I pulled another, ordinary stone from my subspace and compared the two. Alone, the fire stone looked artificial, and fake, but beside another ordinary stone, it looked magnificent, real in every way.

Putting the fire stone away carefully, I tossed the regular one to the side. It shattered something, and I looked with wide optics at the mess I had made. Some machine lay in many pieces upon the floor, and I knew Ratchet would NOT be pleased, as usual. The medic shouted something from the next room and I heard hurried pedsteps heading my way.

Scrap, what do I do?! I quickly lay flat, shuttering my optics and feigning recharge. "I swear to Primus, if that was my-OH! It was!" Ratchet's angry voice was now hovering over me. "Darkflame..."

I rolled over, blinking up at him. "Yes?" Without saying anything, he held up the largest piece of his machine. "Oh. that? Minor accident."

"You will rebuild it, EXACTLY the way it was before!" Ratchet dumped all the pieces on my lap with the blueprints then stalked away. Groaning, I set to work, first dismantling the rest of it, then finding the broken pieces, then replacing said broken pieces, then starting to build the fragging thing.

My digits were much to large, and I was constantly dropping pieces, breaking the smaller ones, as well as inadvertently smashing something else.

I hate this!

A frustrated roar rolled out of the base, causing Wheeljack to speed up. The rest of the team sped up as well, and they quickly drove into the base, transforming and glancing about, servos ready to transform at any moment. Ratchet was reading on the computer, and Darkflame was hunched over something at Ratchet's worktable. "Is everything all right, Ratchet?" Prime asked.

"Oh, yes, fine."

"What's with Darkflame?" Bulkhead asked, looking with curiousity at the Predacon. "Oh, she smashed another machine of mine, so she's going to be the one to rebuild it this time."

"Xineoph frag ijs fraguj enna!" Darkflame's sudden angered roar came again, and Wheeljack could swear he saw a smug look in Ratchet's blue optics. Wheeljack walked over to Darkflame and watched her for a moment, then he said; "What did you just say?"

Darkflame paused, helm cocked at him. "What?"

"I said, what did you just say?"

"I said what."

"No, before that."

"Oh... you mean Xineoph frag ijs fraguj enna?"

"Yes."

"It means... Xineoph frag this stupid thing."

"Who's Xineoph?"

"She is our creator."

"I thought Primus made you all."

"No, he merely assisted. Xineoph as the High Queen of all Predacons."

"Ok, then... then what language were you speaking."

At this, Darkflame's optics darkened for a moment, then she clamped her jaw tighter, looking back down at her machine. "It does not matter."

Her body language made it clear that she was done talking, but she had left Wheeljack with more questions then before.

"Done!" I crowed, then quickly quieted myself. It was in the middle of the night, and the base was full of sleeping 'bots. Yawning, I shoved the little machine to the center of the table, then curled up wearily onto the berth. But I couldn't sleep.

My optics remained wide open, and I couldn't get comfortable. Shifting from side to side, I finally let out a groan and stood, slipping quietly out the tunnel for a quick walk. My wounds had practically all healed by now, and I wanted to fly. Climbing to the top of the base, I sat there for a moment, admiring the stars.

I recognised a Cybertronian constellation, and smiled. Even on this 'earth' I still saw things from Harsen. A sudden pain blossomed in my helm, and I went limp, everything going dark for a moment.

I opened my optics, immediately recognizing the room I was in. It was my room. More specifically, my room back on Harsen, in the palace. Why am I here? I wondered. My question was answered quickly, when I walked into the room. My younger self. Astonished, I walked softly over to her, and placed my servo on my shoulder. My servo went through it, and I jerked back, alarmed.

I watched as she packed a few items into her subspace, then removed a datapad and placed on her berth. I knew what was on it. I knew what was happening. This was the night I had run away to find Fireflare.

"Don't do it. You will regret it!" I said, placing myself in front of myself. She walked through me, not hearing my words. She slipped silently down the hall, entering a secret passage way. I walked THROUGH the door after her, and followed her down the tunnel for quiet a ways before she exited into the starry night. The younger me glanced about swiftly, then dove into the nearby rocks to hide from a passing patrol.

"You can go now, it's safe." I said, but she remained for a moment longed before transforming and flying up and away. I followed her to the hangar where emergency ships were stored. She picked a small, but fast ship, pushing it outside before turning it on and flying swiftly away. Somehow, I managed to keep up with her, until she engaged the hyper-drive.

But I merely blinked and I was beside her, in the ship. Must be this dream state. I thought, watching as Earth came into view. Parking her ship on a nearby small, grey planet, she flew the rest of the way on wing to the planet. From there she begin exploring, leaving little signs to show that she had been through this area already as she went.

I knew what was ahead, and even though I knew it wouldn't work, I tried to warn her. "There's a ambush up ahead, you must stop!" I would plead, but on I tromped. The Avians leaped out at her from ahead, easily overpowering her. They tossed her through the groundbridge and I followed. My younger self had been in bipedal mode when she was captured, but now she transformed, preparing to dive back through when it closed.

She glanced around, plates already rattling from the extreme cold. A tear slipped out of her optic and instantly froze. She slowly stood, raising her head to the invisible stars as she froze in place.

A/N: The reason the Avians threw Darkflame into there to freeze her was because it's kinda their prison. They throw someone in there for a while, then groundbridge back, grab them, and are out before they freeze as well.

Then they kinda forgot about her because they threw her there in the middle of a storm and it kinda covered her up so they couldn't find her, and lalala... so ya.

Hope you enjoy!

May StarClan light your path!