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Starstreak 777 - I know! But the extent of her powers is going to be shown soon. In this chapter, though, you shall see the downfall of her powers.

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Chapter 17

The Infamous Fight

Nexia sighed, getting fed up with all the tests that the Autobot medic and scientist were doing on her. Wheeljack understood her plight and wanted to let her have a rest but Ratchet refused, wanting to finish the testing.

The winged girl knew that Ratchet was worried about her and only wanted the best but it was like he had forgotten why they were running tests in the first place. He would wake her at all hours of the night and have her do all sorts of tricks with her fire, some she was sure was not good for her body with the amount of energy it was using. Nexia wanted desperately to say something but she didn't want to upset the medic.

Ratchet may have not noticed it but their bond was weakening. He was ignoring her needs in favor for the testing…so she decided that she didn't want him to know she was suffering.

Currently she was sitting atop the flaming unicorn, several suction cups attached to her chest to monitor her heart rate. Nexia was uncomfortable with the fact that the suction cups were so close to her breasts. The unicorn stomped his hoof in irritation, snorting flame from his nose.

The winged girl closed her eyes tiredly and yawned, trying not to fall asleep. The two mechs had been running tests on the winged girl for the better part of a month and it was seriously draining her energy. Right now she was struggling to keep the flaming unicorn in their reality but she was determined to finish the tests that the two mechs required - though she was uncertain how she could keep the unicorn maintained.

"Ratchet? Can I please take a break, love?" Nexia asked, yawning again. Her energy was draining quickly but it seemed like the test was never going to end.

"Ratchet?? Are you even listening to me?" the winged girl asked. She shook her head, wincing slightly when a searing headache was starting to form. The energy usage was starting to cause a downfall on her body. Nexia grit her teeth, willing herself to stay strong.

Did Ratchet not notice how much stress that this one test was doing to her? When he asked about doing the tests he seemed so sincere and truly concerned for her welfare…did he not care for her anymore? This thought caused her to sink further into her dark feelings that crept into her mind. Her depression was creeping up on her as she bit her lip, crawling in the darkest recess of her thoughts.

When the Autobot medic merely grunted she looked down, hurt that he wouldn't respond to her question. His optics were focused on the computer screen, never straying or looking at his mate. This further caused her suspicions to rise as she thought he wouldn't want to be her spark mate any longer.

Nexia bowed her head, wings drooping behind her, before she lifted it again to seek out his optics. He seemed to have been ignoring her but he didn't seem to notice her spark dimming in his subspace. She lowered her head once again and dismissed the fiery unicorn, landing on the berth while the machines went dead. It was only then that Ratchet turned back towards her, an annoyed look on his face. His metallic eyebrows were furrowed and his optics were blazing.

"What did you do you stupid femme?! I lost my data! Now we'll have to start all over again!" the furious medic exclaimed, pointing an angry finger at the winged girl. She gasped, insulted at being called a stupid femme.

He rose from his position in front of the computer screen as it went black, sending out a couple of beeps before quieting itself. Nexia looked up at him, curiously before deciding that she had enough. She had enough of the testing and enough of being ignored.

The winged girl, in turn, narrowed her eyes - the emotional strain of the past few weeks finally taking its toll on the girl. Nexia decided she was not going to stand for this anymore. She was going to be treated like a normal Phoenix - like she had before. She rose, ripping the suction cups form her skin; the suction cups peeled off a little of her skin, causing little drops of blood to form on her clothes. She didn't care – she was to furious at the moment.

"Data? Is that all you freaking care about?! Have you even taken a look at my spark lately?! No, you've been to busy doing your precious tests to stop and care about me." she hissed at the medic. The angry medic scoffed at her, watching as she stumbled to her feet, almost cutting herself on the edge of the berth that she was sitting on.

"Does it always have to be about you? You're the last Phoenix, big deal. You are weak! You faint all the time and now that I have to do these tests you whine and complain!" the medic scoffed. He had no idea how much that hurt the Phoenix's feelings. Her eyes flashed with tears but the medic didn't care.

A fleeting look of concern was lost within the angry pools that were Ratchet's optics. He knew he shouldn't be angry but he hadn't gotten any recharge in the past three days. He was twice as grouchy as normal and didn't realize that he was doing something that he was going to severely regret in the near future. He stared into Nexia's eyes, which were filling with tears.

"If I didn't stop now I would have died. It's not like you would have felt it since our bond is so weak now." she stated, voice now deadly calm. The medic narrowed his optics as the door to the Medical Bay opened, letting Wheeljack and Prowl enter the room. She couldn't believe that with Ratchet being a medic that he would overlook the fact that she would have died.

"You don't know what you're talking about. You're not a medic. I know what's best for you." The Autobot medic haughtily explained.

"Oh really? It's in my best interest to be worked to death? You don't care that I would have died! Some medic you are!" Nexia huffed, glaring at the Autobot medic. The tears that were welling up were now falling freely down her cheeks. Wheeljack and Prowl didn't know what to do. They've never seen the couple argue before. Not once.

"Leave my Medical Bay! NOW!" Ratchet roared, pointing towards the door behind the two confused mechs. At first she didn't move but she flinched when the angry medic hefted his favorite wrench, threatening to throw it. She rose into the air, wobbling as she barely had any energy left to fly. She glared defiantly at the medic but suddenly her expression changed into one of sadness.

"Fine…but…just so you know. I am leaving the base for good since you think I am nothing but a burden." she whispered sadly, causing the medic to blink in sudden confusion. The confusion did not last long however as his anger started up again as he pointed harshly towards the door.

The other two mechs gasped as she flew out the door, ignorant of the look of shock upon the medic's face. He didn't expect her to leave…he thought that she would continue the fight with her fiery spirit. After all she had won many an argument with both Prowl and Ironhide with her wit and tact.

He waited until the winged girl had completely left the room. She only looked back once, a sob leaving her dry lips and one last tear running down her already marked cheeks.

Ratchet then steeled himself, opening his subspace and gently pulling out her spark. His optics widened in alarm at the sight of the once magnificent spark. Instead of the beautiful and energetic shimmer it was replaced by an almost dead hum. It was a nasty shade of black – not even close to the original shade of shining blue-silver. It barely filled the jewel's center casing and there was a small, spider web of a crack on the front. It was true. Nexia would have died due to the strain on her spark.

"Dear Primus. She was right…" he whispered as the other two mechs gasped. The medic cradled Nexia's spark to his chassis as he yelled at himself within his processor. If mechs could cry in their bipedal mode he would be balling like a baby. The two others came forward, Wheeljack placing a comforting hand on the medic's shoulder.

Suddenly, the computer sitting before them beeped, rapidly printing out the results of the day's tests. The medic glared at the blank computer processor, almost willing it to explode. Ratchet cursed himself for even letting this study take over his life…but he wanted to make sure that Nexia was safe. Wheeljack studied the results for a minute before turning towards the other two anxious mechs. His facial plates, that could be seen, were serious.

"It seems that Nexia's fire grows with her emotions. I'm afraid with her unstable state she may collapse; her spark may never recover." he said, despair laced in his voice. The inventor's optics darkened with is depression as his fist tightened. He hated feeling that there was nothing he could do.

Ratchet clenched his hand tightly, cursing himself once again because the entire situation was his fault. Prowl came forward this time to console the distraught medic. The Autobot medic slumped over, putting his hand over his face in his grief. He was trembling in despair, hugging the depleted spark to his own in hopes that his spark would restore it.

"It's all my fault! If only I hadn't pushed her so much! We would have gotten the same results but only later! Now she's gone!!" Ratchet groaned as the other two consoled him. He continued his rant while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe burst through the doors in the Medical Bay. They were confused – why wasn't the Phoenix girl with the Autobot medic?

"I only wanted to help her!" the medic wailed, slumping over, a lone tear of energon sliding down his face. The splatter of the tear hitting the floor shattered the silence of the mechs. The other four looked at the medic in complete shock. It was completely impossible for a Transformer to cry…but Ratchet had done the unthinkable! Prowl opened a private link with the twins, giving them a pointed look.

Nexia has gone from the Medical Bay. Have you seen her? It's important. the strategist questioned, a rare and fleeting look of worry flashing through his optics. The twins stopped, looking at each other before responding. It worried them that Prowl was worried because of Nexia's absence.

Yeah. She just let the base in a real hurry. What happened? She looked sort of weak and she was balling her eyes out. Sideswipe answered, shaken at the intensity of the situation. Sunstreaker narrowed his eyes at Ratchet, suspecting the mech of doing something to the winged girl. The Hatchet was known for his infamous temper…it must have finally shown itself to the winged girl.

Suddenly, the medic looked up towards the twins. The look caused all of the anger Sunstreaker had towards Ratchet to disappear when they saw the look of pain on the old medic's face.

"She left. Nexia left. The only one who could ever love an old mech like me left. She left and it's all my fault." the medic wailed, slumping forward again and letting his head crash down upon his desk. The winged girl's spark was still nestled close to his own, pulsing weakly. The golden warrior grew furious at the scene, deciding to take matters into his own hands. He surprised everyone when he walked up to the medic and hit him upside the head, glaring him in the optic.

"Yeah, she left. Yeah, it's your fault. That is not the point right now! You need to go and find her before she does something stupid!" the yellow warrior growled at the medic. The stunned medic looked up at Sunstreaker, softly cradling Nexia's spark in his hand. He didn't want to admit it but the golden warrior was right.

"Nexia is surely exhausted, not to mention highly emotional because of your fight. We must find her or her energy imbalance could kill her, with or without her spark." Wheeljack said, lowering his head. He sighed, grinding his jaw underneath the protective mask he wore.

It took about two minutes for the information to sink in before Ratchet hurriedly subspaced the precious item, dashing from the Medical Bay as he went. The others let the determined medic have a head start before they, too, dashed from the Medical Bay. They transformed together in one fluid motion and were off to find the one who was important to them all. Ratchet desperately prayed to Primus to keep the winged girl alive until he could get there to apologize.

NEXIA

Nexia's eyes drooped from the lack of energy she had flowing through her body. She knew it had been a stupid idea to fly but she needed to get away from the Autobot base and it was the quickest way.

She had been flying for six hours strait and she knew that it was a bad decision. The winged girl was low on energy to begin with but she wanted to distract her mind from the current situation. It was too painful for her. The winged girl wanted it all to end; thousands of years of running only to find love and have it doubted was something she didn't think she could handle.

She slowed, landing from the long and tedious flight. Somehow she ended up where it all began: Tranquility Lake. Nexia closed her eyes and sighed, not bothering to wipe away the lone tear that made its way down her face. It seemed like she had been doing a lot of that lately. Crying that is.

So many good things had happened here but her last memory of this place was the thing that had started all of this conflict. Why did her powers have to grow?! Why did she have to accumulate all the powers of her deceased brethren?! Sometimes she cursed herself for being the last of her kind. Maybe, if there was one other, she would have felt so utterly alone.

Nexia dropped to her knees in front of the choppy water, tears welling up in her eyes. The wind was picking up and strewing her hair around her face. She turned, now taking not of the katana that was strapped to her back. The winged girl laughed slightly at her inability to notice something so important. If they had thought competently then they would have found her faster because of it.

The winged girl felt guilty – she was convinced that she was the one to blame for this misfortune. She felt that she should have waited the test out. It didn't necessarily mean that she would have died…but if she did then it didn't matter. Her bond with Ratchet was so weak at the moment he wouldn't have felt the deep depression as with other bond mates.

"It's my entire fault!" she cried out, finally letting the tears fall freely down her face. She hunched over with her hands over her face, crying out all of her sorrows. She didn't bother hiding how she looked – it wouldn't matter soon anyway.

It had been months since she had last cried her heart out…and that had been over the possible death of her kitten, Asuma. Eventually she calmed down as she stared out over the water. She was falling deeper and deeper into a depression as she thought that she had nobody left that loved her.

"He does not want me anymore. My life has no meaning left." Nexia whispered to herself. She was alone at the moment so nobody would notice if she were to die. Ratchet wouldn't feel it. She had been contemplating her death for a while now and now it seemed like a good idea.

She glanced towards the katana that the black weapons specialist had given her. She imagined her hot crimson blood flowing down the copper but then thought against it. The winged girl decided that the sword was too special to saturate it with her blood. It was a gift from a good friend…and it would remain unsaturated.

If she had tried to drown herself there was a chance she could survive. Nexia would need to be even heavier than she normally would have been…but she could not muster the energy to chance that she would live. She thought about sitting in the same spot for the rest of eternity but the will to die became too strong. It was calling out to her.

Nexia stood, walking towards the waving and entrancing motions of water. She didn't have the time to fly back to the Lennox household and get the knife. Ratchet's shout echoed throughout her mind, causing tears to well up in her eyes once again.

"Get out of my Medical Bay!" echoed through her mind as she walked slowly through the small wade pool, the water licking at her legs. It was like thousands of knives were being stabbed through her flesh. The water was biting – it would make sense since it was the middle of December and she only had on a pair of shorts and a tee.

Ratchet's voice echoed throughout her thoughts as she waded towards the middle, now submerged up to her knees. She was about to go further but a sudden, sharp pain hit her chest. The pain was almost unbearable. Nexia doubled over clutching her chest, and crying out from the pain. She could feel the blood welling up in her throat as she coughed it up.

"My god." she whispered as the stream of blood stained the clear water below her. She lost her balance and fell forward into the water, the pain seeping at her strength. She was totally submerged, unable to fight her way to the top. The winged girl floated limply down into the watery abyss, unaware of the loud splashing and the change in the current of the water. Her last thoughts before passing out were those of the one she angered.