Warrior Star was angry. No, she was furious. The mech had bonded with her. The pit-spawned, rust-brained fool had bonded with her.

She had known immediately, when she had gone from knowing nothing as her conscience swam in a sea of blackness to a sudden awareness through her new bond. Instantly she had snapped online, her cobalt blue optics shooting open as shock and dread bled through her system. Her optics had found his, and then she reached out to him just long enough to ask a single question.

Mech…what have you done? Warrior Star never gave him a chance to answer, retreating back so far into herself that even her brothers had trouble feeling her. Her processor swam with so many emotions that she simply shuttered her optics, letting her head fall back to the berth with a 'clang' that rang through the Med Bay.

Through all the chaos, her thoughts wandered, touching on every single emotion she felt as her brothers tugged on her spark, urgently demanding answers she was unwilling to give.

Not now, my brothers. Not now. She whispered to them, quieting their words but not their sparks. All three of the siblings' sparks were twisting uneasily, sensing the new, foreign bond that none of them had wanted and that none of them understood. In the midst of her emotional torment, Warrior Star slowly came to the realization that Ratchet had placed a warm hand on her helm, and she onlined her optics to look at him.

"Warrior Star, listen to me. I know you're angry, but understand this; Breaksteel's actions stabilized your spark. He just saved your life." Slowly the bronze femme's optics dimmed, and she shuttered her optics with a soft, heavy vent. When she spoke, her voice was so soft that Ratchet had to lean close to her jaws just to hear her.

"What if I didn't want to be saved, mech? What then?" The medic's optics narrowed before widening in shock when the implications of her words struck him. Shadowfang beat the old Autobot medic to the punch; stepping forward, the steel gray mech lowered his head, pressing his muzzle to his sister's jaw before speaking softly.

"Sister, no. That is not your choice to make. The fates take us all, each in our own time and way. You know this." Her brother's voice was deep and soothing, but Warrior Star still sensed his shock, sorrow, and uneasiness as he hesitantly reached for her spark. The bronze femme vented quietly, reaching out as well and meeting her brother halfway. She grasped his spark gently and he did the same, working to bolster his sister's fading spirit as she answered him quietly through the bond.

Swiftpaw was taken too early, brother. It should have been me. I should be the one roaming The Mists, not him. Andante and War Beast wait for me, even now. I have played the fates for far too long; you know this, brother. You know this. Her voice was quiet and calm, but her words angered Shadowfang, much as she thought they would. He raised his head, his flame-red optics glowing with anger as he glared down into her flickering optics.

So you would just give up then, Warrior Star? What about me? What about Keystone? And William Lennox, as well. Have you forgotten about him, sister? Have you forgotten what you mean to him, the things you have done for him, and everything you have sacrificed to save him? Then there is the mech Moonflight. You turned him away from his mech creator, his faction, slag, everything he had ever known. You gave him the friendship and a sense of belonging that he had sought for his entire life. You gave him the family that he had yearned for since he was young and his femme creator offlined. And what of Breaksteel? The mech… That was as far as Shadowfang got. Warrior Star stayed pretty calm, even a little distant, as her younger brother had lectured her, but at the mention of Breaksteel's name, she suddenly snapped. Her cobalt blue optics brightened suddenly, flashing with a murderous rage as she focused on her brother with deadly intent. She moved like lightning, her silver fangs gleaming as her jaws opened, then closed with crushing force on Shadowfang's muzzle. The startled mech let loose with a muffled howl of pain as his sister's teeth broke his jaw and cracked several of his dentals.

"WARRIOR STAR!" Ratchet roared, half-shocked and half-enraged by the femme's unexpected attack. Despite the pain she felt from her bond with Shadowfang, Warrior Star snarled aloud, tightening her grip on her brother's muzzle ruthlessly as Ratchet grabbed her and tried to pry her jaws open. Shadowfang stood with his head twisted at an odd angle, his frame trembling as a strangled whimper left his chest. Bright blue energon had already filled Warrior Star's jaws, and it ran down her jaw and neck and dripped to the floor as her optics blazed with fury.

Do not speak to me of Breaksteel. The mech bonded with me against my wishes. He BONDED with me. I told him once, rather kindly, that I did not wish to bond with him. My spark…won't be able to handle another loss. I would have much rather offlined than have him do what he did. Warrior Star's voice echoed in Shadowfang's processor through their bond, but her grip did not lessen. The steel gray mech slid his paws out slightly, widening his stance in the vain hope of easing the tension on his neck as he gingerly answered his sister.

Then why do you take your anger out on me, sister? What have I done to deserve this? Her optics turned enough to look at him, but she didn't have a chance to answer. Ratchet swore loudly, grabbing the femme's head and slamming it to the berth as Jolt and First Aid worked in tandem to try and pry her jaws open. Keystone had already made his way to Shadowfang's side, studying the damage Warrior Star had done before he turned his head to stare into her optics fiercely.

"Sister, let him go. Do not make me act here; you know you will regret it." Warrior Star snarled angrily, finally releasing her grip on Shadowfang. The steel gray mech staggered back as the femme rolled swiftly to her stomach, lashing out with a massive bronze paw. Her paw slammed into Keystone's face, knocking the black mech staggering as her claws ripped his face open. Ratchet and his team stood in open mouthed shock as the huge femme came to her paws and leapt from the berth, baring her teeth in the black wolf's face before snarling at him.

"Do. Not. Threaten. Me." Turning, she stormed from the Med Bay, energon streaming from her still-fresh wounds as her few remaining armor plates gleamed under the artificial light. The silence that followed after she left was profound as Ratchet looked to her two brothers in utter confusion. Shadowfang was cringing from the damage done to his jaws, and Keystone shook his head, slinging energon across the floor before the chief medic spoke.

"What the slag was that about?" Both wolves shook their heads, and Keystone sighed as he headed towards the door.

"I am unsure, medic. I will retrieve her so you can continue her repairs." To the surprise of everyone in the bay, Breaksteel was suddenly on his feet, and he hurried past the black mech before pausing at the door.

"No, mech. This is entirely my fault; it is up to me to retrieve her. Please, Ratchet, take care of them. I'll be back soon." With that, the storm gray mech was gone as well, leaving an astonished silence in his wake.

A/N: Another chapter...finally. My training has slowed down to the point that I'm starting to write down random ideas as they come to me in class. Yes. My boredom is extraordinary at this point. Sigh. I just want to go home. Good news though! This is our last full week, then one weekend and a couple days and we're done! YAAAAAAY!

Anyway! Chapter's kinda random but I like it. It summarizes Warrior Star's utter frustration with Breaksteel (and everyone) quite well, I think. And ouch...poor Shadowfang. He got the worse end of that little scuffle.

To my dear reviewers, favoriters, readers, and followers, thanks so much for your continued readership! Ya'll are wonderful!

As always, love if you will, hate if you must. I will take anything that you care to dispense.

Until we meet again...

Kani