In the days that passed since Wheelie met Mayday, Wheelie never spoke to her again. He caught a glimpse of her every once in a while when the humans would transition their cages between rooms. Sometimes he would even hear her cries and screams. He was sure she could hear his too. Wheelie didn't want to escape anymore. What he wanted most in the world was to talk to Mayday again, his only friend that was his own species. She was also his only friend since Mikaela. Wheelie began to notice patterns about him and his friend. They always passed each other the same times on the same days of the week. The humans were keeping them on a tighter and closer schedule than before. Soon, it became a daily routine to see Mayday's red armor pass by in her own cage carried by another human. Wheelie figured that the humans were comparing the test results side by side now. Wheelie began his plan to make contact.

Finally he got his chance. One day he was let out of his cage. A familiar face lifted him up by the scruff bar and held him up to his face. Wheelie knew this man to be MONEE's superior. Wheelie didn't care for his name. Just as they didn't care for his. His grip on him hurt, but Wheelie knew better by now than to struggle against it. The next thing Wheelie saw was Mayday being dumped from her cage, onto a table. They made optic contact, but Wheelie didn't speak to her. He and Mayday weren't suppose to know of each other's existence. So why were the humans allowing them to meet again?

"You've made a friend haven't you?" The man asked Wheelie.

"If you have any respect for the femmes of my species or of yours, you will spare her the torture and you will let, her, go!" Wheelie demanded. He'd never used that tone of voice before. He was defending a Decepticon femme. That was new too. The man looked at Mayday, who was laying on her back under the force of a couple human hands. Her body was spazzing and shaking rapidly. Surely it had to be the results of the third formula they injected into her. She was still having trouble regaining physical control of herself. 'Perfect.' the man thought.

"Get her the tub." he commanded. Wheelie tensed up.

"What are you doing?"

"You remember the first formula we gave you, don't you?" The man said turning Wheelie to face a wide plastic tub the other humans were carrying in. It held at least three gallons of the formula! Wheelie's worst fears were realized! They were going to drown her in poison! The humans who held Mayday, pulled her up so she was kneeling over the tub and looking down into the liquid. She shook even more from the sobs and tears that escaped her. She knew it was poison too.

"Please let her go! You already know what that stuff does! What is this suppose to test anyway?" Wheelie wailed.

"You two have completed all of your tests and we have everything we need to rip your bigger friends apart. You are useless to us now. The only thing left to do with you now is dispose of you. And of course the most, inhumane way to do that would be this of course." He motioned to the tub of formula and a couple devices which were also used in the tests. "Just to make sure they work right and that they'll actually kill." the man added.

"Please don't hurt her anymore! Please!" Wheelie begged. He couldn't lose her! She meant everything to him! And he promised her that he'd save her!

(Flashback:)

Wheelie laid in his own energon, sprawled on the table. He was cut open and bleeding out more than just a sample as the humans had said they needed. While the humans looked away from him, a light clinking noise from under him caught his attention. Though it wasn't very smart, Wheelie dragged himself off of the table and plopped down on the floor. He spilt more precious energon, but hardly even cared. He knew that sound and he had to find it. He hid under the table cloth and crawled for the air vent located on the wall in front of him. He clawed the vent off the wall and opened up a tunnel. The tunnel was suddenly filled with light. Whatever was in there tried to hide from the light but the light found it. Wheelie corrected himself again. Found her. Her? Wheelie's blue optics ignited with excitement! Yes it was her! Mayday scrambled forward and hugged him the astrosecond she realized who he was! Wheelie hugged her just as tight. It was overwhelming for the two to feel the other's company. Neither had felt loving arms around them in so long! Wheelie wondered if Mayday had ever experienced friendship as a Decepticon drone. She probably hadn't. It was one thing to have hope stare back at you through a cage and comfort you. But now the two drones were in each other's arms. Against all odds, Wheelie truly did believe at that moment that they would both be okay. Somehow.

"Where's the robot?" One human said.

"You lost it? You idiot!" Another yelled. Mayday scooted back into the wall. Wheelie's wide optics pleaded for her to stay. She tried to say his name but Wheelie quickly stopped her. They couldn't afford to make a sound with the humans looking for him now. As footsteps approached, Wheelie huddled closer to the taller femme. The footsteps trailed off in another direction and the drones relaxed a little. Mayday looked at her hands which were wet with Wheelie's leaking energon. She looked at him with fright. Suddenly Wheelie had an idea. He scooted back so there was some space between them on the floor. He raised an energon soaked hand and wrote out a message to her. He figured she'd be most familiar with Decepticon text, so that is what he wrote in.

-Primus! I missed you! What happened to you?- Wheelie wrote. He wondered if she would respond. Mayday read the text and smeared it away. She wasn't one bit phased by the fact that she was writing a response message to him in his own energon.

-My rotors broke off when I escaped. I can't fly or transform. I've been hiding in here for hours, but there's no way out.- She started to choke up a little. Wheelie massaged the back of her head around the rotors. Wheelie could imagine how sensitive her rotors were. He felt so bad for her.

-Don't cry. I'm going to get us out of here.- Wheelie wrote.

-You're an Autobot and you're a drone. What can you do?-

-Its not smart to underestimate your enemy. Or your friend.- Mayday looked at him in amazement.

-You're really going to save us aren't you?"-

-Mayday, I will promise you this. You're the only Decepticon I would ever lay my life down for.- Mayday smiled at him. -I promise I will save us.- he added. That was the last thing he wrote before the table cloth flipped up and the humans grabbed him by the legs. He screamed in terror. Mayday tried to pull him into the vent with her, but his arms quickly slipped from her energon soaked hands. she hated to leave him, but she had no other choice. She crawled back and scurried away through the tunnel. Wheelie was captured again and thrown inside his cage again. That night, Wheelie heard Mayday screaming. She must have been forced out of the air vents. Wheelie held a gentle fist as if he were holding hands with someone. Then he wondered if his last message was still written on the floor. He wondered if it would stain forever. -I promise I will save us.- Wheelie promised himself that he would keep that promise to Mayday.

(End Flashback:)

Wheelie felt so ashamed of himself. Now more than ever. He broke the promise to Mayday and to himself. And Mayday was going to pay for it most of all! A human held Mayday's head just an inch above the poison. Her tears made the poison ripple. Wheelie was absolutely stunned watching the horrifying scene. MONEE's superior said something to him, but Wheelie couldn't understand with the mess of emotion swirling around in his processor. Wheelie did understand one thing the man said when he focused on him, and that was the command, "Drown her."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wheelie screamed.