Chapter 15: Gossip can ruin plans

Shadowblur walked into the rec-room, having the rest of the day off after finished her "job"of cleaning out storage room after storage room with Nightbird. It was barely Tuesday and they had already cleaned out about 20 rooms- each. Shadowblur couldn't fathom why they had so many storage rooms, but they did. The doors slid open with a whoosh, the loud noise of the room making her wince. A large group of mechs crowded around a screen, each leaned in excitedly. Chants and boos were heard from both sides of the room making her curious as to what they watched. Walking across the room to the energon dispenser no one paid mind to her. The sound of a bell dinged twice before the sound of someone talked met her audios.

"How's your eye? Can you see?"

Quirking an optic ridge, she watched the backs of multiple decepticons that blocked the screen. The bell dinged again and another deeper voice echoed through the speakers.

"Round 6!"

Taking small sips from the glowing cube in her hands, she listened in carefully trying to figure out what the frag could they be watching. It didn't take long for the commercials to come on breaking the concentrated group of mechs from the screen.

"I'm telling you! Pacquiao owned Margarito in that round, Margarito is just so half-afted!"

Listening in to their arguments, Shadowblur quietly watched the commercials for any hint as to what they were talking about. All she heard was human nonsense

"I'm lovin' it."

"Are you sick of flabby abs?"

"Superhero Steroids!"

"Made by Armani."

Getting bored, she scooted away from her table. The cube already empty in her hands. Throwing it away, she walked out without a second glance. Wandering through the halls she briefly caught a glance of familiar silver metal and started to walk faster, she didn't want to deal with any one's crap at the moment. Sighing, she retreated into the safety of her room, her door-wings sagged down onto her back. Sliding her hand across the door lock it blinked and let her inside. Walking in she growled. The walls were painted with a iridescent red, white paint strokes were on top of the red making out words in English.

'I don't know if Primus exists, but it would be better for His reputation if YOU didn't."

Rubbing her temple, she sighed. Her arms already ached from cleaning out storage rooms, she didn't want to clean some more. Turning from her room, she stalked down the corridors. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had written the message, but she honestly was to drained to deal with her crap. Making her way towards the base exit, she nodded to the mech who stood there, Barricade. It had been a few weeks since the whole Nightbird incident and for some odd reason, Megatron had slackened his reins on her and granted her more freedom. Of course, she was suspicious of it all, she doubted he would let her go so easily unless it would benefit him- which was probably the case.

Frowning, she sighed.

"I'm not going past the canyons, it'll only be for a while."

Huffing, he turned to the console and opened the door for her. Yea, she had been granted a little freedom, but was still restricted. She was not allowed to venture out past the canyons alone, she had learned that the hard way. Her lower back was still healing from the beating she got when she had gone into the city limits without anyone knowing. And, because of that, someone was now posted at the entrances- they didn't want her leaving again without anyone sighting her.

Walking past the holographic wall, she stepped into the cave and out into the world. All she wanted right now was to get away, run- somewhere, anywhere. Walking into the forest, she sighed as she heard the chirps of the birds sing around her.

Quickening her pace, she started into a jog, she followed the path she had set a while ago to the pond that she had found- well in truth, it was an accident. Skywarp had been interacting with her more and more, she never minded his company anymore. She had even found humor in the most sadistic of his jokes, something he appreciated. It just so happened that one day he had gotten the idea of taking her out. He had flown quiet a while with her in his arms, until she started to get uncomfortable. He never rushed or anything- didn't even try warping once, but her paranoia of heights was making her head swarm. She never was bothered by being high up, but after various flights with Starscream and not to mentions having a cliff crumble underneath you- it all added up. Trying to sit up, his hold on her slipped. Yelping, she slid out of arms and down out of the sky. Her energon cables started to pump faster, her spark stalled, a full blown hysteria was coursing through her. The ground got closer and closer, putting her arms in front of her she prepared to make contact with the ground. A hand reach out and grabbed her wrist bringing her upright. She came to a halt- her vents struggled to push air in and out of her body frantically. The soft sound of thrusters heated her face, turning her face a little her nose could touch the edge of Skywarp's pede. Letting her go her feet thumped against the ground, her knees buckled underneath her and send her towards the floor. Catching herself with her hands she forced her body to calm down.

Raising her head to look up at him, she met his optics- his eyes pleading a sad sorry to her. Rolling onto her aft, she pulled her knees up towards her chest. Sighing, Skywarp sat down across from her just staring at her. Meeting his lingering gaze she frowned.

"Stop,"

Smirking, he shook his head.

"I never understood why grounders hated fliers, you're afraid of falling- your scared that you can't feel solid ground underneath your feet."

Scowling, her door-wings flickered outwards once before raising high into a tense v-shape announcing her annoyance to the world.

"Stop talking as if you knew me," standing up she started to walk away.

"I know enough to know what scares you," he smirked "And also your door-wings give off what your feeling."

Growling, she got up and kicked his pede lightly.

"No they don't."

Snorting, he raised to his feet and grabbed the tip of her raised wing.
"Yea they do."

Refusing to lose to the argument she turned around and scoffed.

"At least I can move my wings."

A glittering light caught her attention, walking towards it she walked into a small clearing. A blue pond glittered in the evening sun, it's clear surface mesmerizing her. Forgetting about Skywarp, she slightly jumped as his voice whispered behind her.

"Touche."

Laughing, she shook her head at the memory. Laying onto her back, she shut off her optics and let her body relax. Linking into the Internet, something she only recently discovered with the help of the cassette twins, she stared listening to music. Sure, sometimes their sounds were recycled and sometimes it all sounded the same but it sounded nice. Each song had its own personality to say. Sighing, she let the half blurred picture o her mother cross into her mind, a memory that was only half downloaded from Coldquake. Letting the earth's sun warm her, she let herself fall asleep wondering on how her mother was like.

Nightbird couldn't let such a marvelous opportunity pass her by, a smile was plastered across her face as she remembered what she had overheard.

"Soundwave, is everything prepared for Shadowblur's departure?"

"Affirmative," A small pause followed before Soundwave answered again. "Astro-train will be ready to depart in an orn."

"Excellent," Megatron's voice purred. "Do make sure that she does not have any chance of escaping, Thrush will only cooperate if he gets the femme, and I need my army."

Smirking, Nightbird walked around the halls, a content feeling making her bounce within her steps- A familiar voice echoed down from the left corridor and approaching fast.

"Rumble, I'm telling you, that plan of yours isn't going to work, you're just going to end up hiding in Soundwave's compartment."

"Just because you like to think my plans don't work, they sometimes do."

"Yea key word, Sometimes."

The purple femme frowned as she looked down at Rumble.

"Aww, well if it isn't the devil herself." Nightbird cut off Rumble.

Snapping her head up, Shadowblur glared at Nightbird before walking past the grey and black femme completely ignoring her existence.

"Sending you away is one of Megatron's greatest plans, if I do say so myself."

Freezing, Shadowblur turned around and looked at Nightbird's back before she too turned around.

"What kind of crazy nonsense are you spitting out now?" Shadowblur sighed- frustrated.

A coy smile lit up Nightbird's face, "Oh just that you're being send off as a trade to a mech in exchange for soldiers," Nightbird snickered.

Looking at the femme blankly, Shadowblur looked down at Rumble.

"What?"

Rumble refused to look her in the eyes and frowned into the floor. Looking back up, Shadowblur snarled.

"How pathetic is your life that you need to make up gossip," Twirling around she stalked down the hall with Rumble close on her heel. Casting a glance at the small cassette, she growled.

"What was talking about?"

"You said so yourself, its just gossip."

"Then look me in the eye and tell that to me again."

Rumble never answered her.

Stopping in her tracks she turned around, Rumble ramming into her leg.

"Talk." She demanded, un-amused.

"Soundwave was preparing Astro-train to take you to some mech who promised something to Megatron in return for allowing you to be his spark-mate."

Frowning, she glared at the wall.

"I'll meet up with you later, Rumble."

"But I-" Shadowblur waved off the smaller mech turning around she stalked into halls towards the throne room. It was high time she had a little chat with her father.

A/N:

Lazy, lazy I have been lazy…and busy! I'm so sorry everyone! Please forgive me, I literally haven't had the time I've wanted, my cousin who I haven't seen in a year has come over for a month and I'm practicing and preparing for my Quinceanera! Sorry everyone! Review and Review(even though I don't deserve them for being late :o)!