Wheelie lost track of how many days he spent captured inside MONEE's walls. He hadn't seen the day's light since the morning he was introduced to Formula #2. (And even that light was dimmed by a dirty window.) The rest of his days there, he never saw a single window to the outside world. As the humans introduced him to more brutal tests, Wheelie learned to rely more and more on that formula. The formula's sweet taste and incredible healing power was all that kept him alive by the eighth test. It was all that made him get back up when the electricity, gunfire, or spears would knock him down. It was routine now. Wheelie suffered through the most inhumane experimental torture every day to keep his two rewards. His life and the formula which gave him reason to live. On one particular day, the routine changed. He wasn't rudely awakened by rough hands prying at him like he was a toy. (What really bothered Wheelie was that with an RC Monster truck for an alt mode, he sort of was a toy. So he never transformed to remind the humans of that.) When no human alarm clock came to haul him off, he relaxed and continued recharge. He didn't think about reason. He just assumed he got lucky and he'd been gifted with a few extra minutes of peace before the living nightmare started all over again.

But the peace and quiet didn't last long. About two minutes later, a horrible shrieking noise shattered Wheelie's audio receptors and made him jump backwards in fright. The bang to the head reminded Wheelie where he was. Stuffed inside a dog carrier cage. It was one of the places the humans placed him when they didn't want to put up with the trouble of watching over him. Like during his uncomfortable and often interrupted recharging cycles. Wheelie cursed at himself for being so stupid, and rubbed his head and his optics. The shriek sounded off again. The door to Wheelie's left opened with a loud clunk of the door knob. Two humans walked in. One seemed to be walking faster than the other as if he were agitated. Wheelie plopped down on the cage floor and played dead. He hoped that he could get a closer look at what the humans dragged in if they would just stay distracted by it and not look his way. When the humans passed by, Wheelie corrected himself. The humans were in fact distracted by, not it... but her! From one of the human's hands, hung a femme drone. By the looks of her appearance with the rotors hanging back behind her head, Wheelie figured she transformed into an RC Helicopter.

Her optics were blazed with a red glow, but her face was too innocent to belong to a Decepticon. Her optics poured out tears, but she never made a sound. She looked so precious; it pained Wheelie to see such a pretty face in distress. He watched the humans carry her over to a cage similar to his own and watched them drop her in with such little care or respect. The sight of it all enraged Wheelie. His temper was just about to get the best of him, when the humans dropped the second cage off on the table next to his cage with a loud clunk! Wheelie caught the humans' conversation just in time for him to duck down and dim his optics.

"Are you certain it would be good to leave these two so close together? What if they make contact with each other?" The agitated one gave a snort to his partner, and shined a flashlight inside Wheelie's cage. Wheelie kept still and showed no signs of response.

"Definitely. He's knocked out cold. Neither of them will know the other exists." He banged his fist on the top of the femme's cage and made the metal door shake. Wheelie glanced up and watched the cackling humans leave. When they were alone, the femme finally wept and held nothing back. Wheelie peered through the openings on the side of his dog carrier cage. He could see a small glimpse of her red and white armor. It was trembling. The femme blubbered mixed up Cybertronian words in her crying. Wheelie wondered if that blubbering was meant to be a dear one's name who she was crying out to for comfort. Then again, drones weren't meant to feel emotion. It was extremely rare for a drone to develop a free willed spark. Remembering his days as a Decepticon, Wheelie had to ask himself. 'What Decepticon could really care about a drone? A drone is only worth the data it retrieves. Does she really believe the Decepticons are coming to rescue her?' Wheelie lightly tapped on the inside of the cage. The femme quieted slightly, but didn't turn to face him. Wheelie whispered to her so he wouldn't startle her anymore than she already was.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm scared." The femme whimpered. Wheelie's jaw dropped. Her voice was so angelic and sweet! Wheelie had to wonder if she was a singer.

"My designation's Wheelie." The sniveling femme turned around and looked at him through the cage. All he could see of her now were her bright red optics and he was sure optics were all she could see of him. The red optics and the blue optics looked into each other and saw they're different but similar worlds intertwine. The moment almost seemed magical.

"I'm Mayday. Faction, Decepticon." She smiled with such grace and beauty. He couldn't see the smile, but he saw the joyful smile in her optics. What bothered him though was how she said her faction with such pride.

"Autobot." Wheelie stated. Mayday seemed to wince at the word Autobot, but she soon got over it and was able to carry on a conversation with him.

"How long have you been here?" Mayday asked.

"A week or so, maybe." Wheelie guessed. "Did you get here last night?"

"Yeah. Humiliating, to be grabbed off the streets by humans, huh?"

"No kiddin'. How'd they get you?"

"You're going to think this is stupid but, a net." Mayday laughed.

"A net?"

"Yeah really!" Mayday laughed harder, totally oblivious to just how much Wheelie loved that laugh of hers. "It's pathetic really. To be captured so easily."

"Hey, I got a cage thrown at me, AND they tased me!"

"Primus! Were you hurt?"

"Slag yeah! But that hardly slowed me down. I was kickin' and screamin'! I even bit a man's finger."

"Seriously? Was there blood?"

"Yeah."

"Gross!" She said with pleasure. "I bet that revenge was disgustingly sweet!"

"Yeah! That's exactly what I thought when I heard the crunch!" Wheelie lied. He wasn't the least bit proud of that memory. But he'd tell Mayday anything, just to hear her laugh.

They carried on like that for the next half hour. Talking like they were old friends. When MONEE agents came to take Mayday away, Wheelie hid in the back corner of his cage. He knew they shouldn't have been talking, and he didn't want Mayday to get hurt. She was too innocent to be a Decepticon. She was very strong willed and definitely wasn't the prissy type as Wheelie assumed she'd be. The way she found humor in being grossed out impressed Wheelie. But Mayday was without a doubt, still too timid and fragile for war. Wheelie knew that from the beginning. She didn't deserve to be there. As Wheelie watched his new friend being carried away, he wondered when he would see her again. Could he speak to her again? Wheelie thought about how easily Mayday was likely to break under the pressure he'd already been through. What if he could save her and help her escape? Then the craziest of all questions came to Wheelie's processor. What if he and Mayday, Autobot and Decepticon, escaped together?