I have finally decided to finish this chapter, but made it shorter than I had thought...

My spell check program isn't working, and I have reread this chapter so many times that I can't notice mistakes anymore! :( surry for that... If you find them, you may let me know:)

I do have a beta, but she I's helping me with another story... (this isn't my main one, but I will continue it) ;)

Stupid or right? (Transformers)

Chapter 4.

Thin digits were by her face tapping the surface of the berth she was lying on and were making a slightly noticeable sound reach her sensitive audion receptors. She was a female youngling with white faceplate and her unpainted gray armore, which she got after her old one being damaged in the explosion. However, this new armor had already been covered with slightly noticeable scratches and dentas, which she got while learning to live being blind. Her thin plate-like servos, especially digits, which 'had turned into femme's optics', were threatbre. Some of her white bio lights could be noticed between the parts her the most simply detailed armor.

Sadness had already left and was now replaced by her being lost in thoughts. The last time she cried had been long ago, but scientist's words hurt her spark: memories were one thing but Shockwave reminding of her state and loss, in order to change her beliefs, was another. The cooler had escaped her optics, her not being able to hold them back. It wasn't like she always felt broken but Decepticon's words came too unexpectedly. Anyway, she had managed to calmed herself and was just lying. Thinking.

They called her blind, and she really was. But there still was one thing her optics were able to see.

The light.

The black colour of the darkness was not permanent. She could slightly detect other colours depending on the source of the light. Closer the light was, brighter and clearer was the colour becoming...

Black, gray then lightblue and white...

Black, brown, orange and, finally, yellow...

She could see the differences, and ,althought it wasn't much and she couldn't see anything else, it was still better then being surrounded by a compleat darkness. Shockwave and Hook explained her that this was because her optics were still working but their power supply and connection to her processor had been damaged, so detecting the light was the best they could do. This light reminded that the world surrounding her was still the same and she was still a part of it.

She got used to her condition long ago and could undersatand how lucky she was to survive the excidant. She had already learnt to live with her damage and was going to keep improving herself.

Another thing was the worst. The loss of her brother. She missed his kindness and his care, she missed his voice and his presence and every cycle they had passed together.

She missed him. But, then again, she was alive. She was given a chance and she was going to us it.

They had once agreed on switching sides, and the young femme knew her older sibling would have wanted her to listen to her spark. And right now it was telling her one thing.

Autobots were right there and time was working against them... She couldn't let Shockwave to do his job.

Blinded or not, her damage wouldn't stop her. It was time to take her life into her own servos.

Was the decision the femme had just made delirious, she didn't know but she was going to do what felt right.

And now, only time would show if the choice she made was stupid or right...

Blurr was sitting on the floor, by the centre of the gray metallic wall, his back leaned to it, his servos put on the kness and his annoyed optics with the burning glare not leaving the rails.

This. Stupid. Rails!

He was sick of sitting here! Uselessly sitting and waiting for some even the most meaningless change, so that they might be able to use it in order to get out !

The Autobot shuted closed his optics with irritation, and then suddenly heard the strange sound, and his spark flinched.

'Can't be-...' He opened and raised his optics to see that the railed door of the cell was now opened.

"What the?!" Blurr heard WheelJack's voice and looked at him sitting in the front cell, Wrecker's optics widened. They both hurriedly stood up and exit only to see that all doors were unlocked.

"Is that some kind of jocke?"

"What's going on?!" Bumblebee turned to them already standing in the centre of the corridor his servos on helm, as the scout was trying to figure out what could that meen.

"Jocke or no', we'd bettah get out of here." Jazz's voice came from the cell, him not being able to walk out, as RedAlert and Blumblebee came to his side to help the bot.

And the next moment they heard the door panels open making all of them freeze in their peds, as the familiar femme with a small bag hanging down from her sholder plate entered the corridor and stopped by the table, her optics directed in Autobot's direction.

"My brother and I were Decepticons but after a while we learnt more about Megatron. We decided to switch sides but he off line and I lost my sight..." she explained, trying but not able hide her nervousness.

"I-i don't know if you will take me with you... But at least I did what felt right."

For several kicks it was silent again.

Autobots exchanged looks. Saying that they were confused wouldn't be enough... She... She freed them?! Yes, it was her... The first question that would had arrised would be 'why', but she had already given the answer.

"You are a risky one, aren't you?" Cliffjumper smirked with amusement breaking the silence, but before others could react, she leaned her back to the table and hugged herself with one servo.

"It's not like I've got another choice... I do not want to be a Decepticon." she admitted and the only question was in her mind. Would they accept her? She felt so nervous and couldn't think of any thing that would help her to convince them. Everything had just left her processor! She didn't regret her actions but wasn't sure what to do next. Yes, she freed them, but nothing was preventing Autobots from just leaving her behind. They needed to get out off there and fast, they had a wounded soldier and others' condition wasn't the best, so why would they take someone, who might slow them down?

"You want to be...an Autobot?" RedAlert asked looking at her. She raised her helm at his voice and shortly answered,"Yes."

Sooo, yes. She isn't blind completely... I just couldn't help myself... It was getting to sad...

By the way, I have finally decided what femme's name would be... This you'll see in the next chapter;)

Thanks for reading!