Starscream walked out into the garage, "Hey Starscream," He jumped, and spun around. The midnight blue bike was resting in the garage, "How did you sleep?" Arcee asked, chuckling. Starscream's eyes narrowed, and he said nothing, "Oh come on. It's funny."

"To you," he snapped, crossing his arms.

"Come on. Optimus wants us on the base so he can give us an update while they're in Poland," Starscream rolled his eyes.

"Alright, let's go," He walked towards the garage door.

"Uh Starscream? You're Jack."

"And?"

"You can't fly anymore, remember?" Starscream groaned, and turned around, "You have to ride me," Starscream's eyes went wide.

"No. I'd rather walk."

"That's not an option. I'm Jack's guardian, and, right now, you're technically Jack. So I'm technically your guardian," Starscream groaned again, and grabbed the helmet on the table, "Get on."

Starscream climbed into the bike, and slowly lowered himself down on the seat, "If only Megatron could see me now," Starscream muttered, fastening the helmet on his chin. Arcee chuckled, and the garage door rose. Arcee drove out, and Starscream almost fell off, "WATCH IT!"

"Starscream, you need to hold onto the handle bars," Starscream carefully placed his hands on them, and Arcee drove off down the road.

Ratchet turned to Optimus, shielding his eyes from the blowing snow, "We should split up, take parts of the camp and look around. If we find anything, contact each other if we find anything," Optimus looked at Wheeljack, who nodded.

"Alright. If we find anything, we'll let the others now," The three mechs split up, each walking in a different direction.

Optimus looked around, taking in all the sights around him. Rubbles left were buildings once stood, barbed wire fences had holes in them in places. Optimus shuddered, and continued on his way. He saw large metal objects, what the humans called ovens, and this stopped him in his tracks. He stared at the ovens, confused. Why would humans have ovens in a camp?

In another section of the camp, Ratchet was looking through piles of fallen metal beams, most of them melted together. He sighed, and looked around. He wasn't having any luck. He hoped that Wheeljack and Optimus were having better luck than he was. Ratchet stood up, his metal creeking as he did. His optics scanned the area. He saw something out of the corner of his optics, and turned around. Knock Out slammed his fist in Ratchet's face, sending him backwards.

Wheeljack was walking slowly, the snow crunching under his feet. He heard footsteps behind him, and stopped. The footsteps turned into running, and he turned around. Breakdown's hammer slammed in his chest cavity.

Optimus walked around a building, and stopped. Megatron stood in front of him, arms crossed, "We need to have a chat Optimus," he said, tapping his claws against his armor. Knock Out and Breakdown appeared, Ratchet and Wheeljack with them. Optimus narrowed his optics.

"About what Megatron?"

On board the Nemesis, Jack made his way through the halls, taking in his surroundings. He heard a groan from a door, and pushed it open. Airachnid was lying on a table. Jack closed the door, and walked inside, "Who's...who's there?" she asked, turning her helm, "Starscream, what are you doing here?" She pulled herself up, and Jack saw patches on her abdomen.

"Uh, I'm not Starscream," She looked at him.

"Is that tainted energon erasing your memory too?" she asked. Jack walked over to her, and grabbed her hands.

"I can see. Starscream is blind," Airachind's optics went wide, "I'm Jack. Arcee's partner."

"How?"

"It's a long and complicated story," Jack answered, letting her hands go.

"That would mean...Starscream is a fleshing," Jack nodded, "Megatron doesn't know this, does he?" Jack shook his head, "Smart."

"We can look for the cure for the real Starscream while he is still on the Autobot base."

"What happens when Megatron tries to use the distributor?" Airachnid asked, crossing her arms. Jack ran a hand over his helm.

"Let's just hope that the real Starscream is back here and cured before that happens, or heads will roll. Mainly mine."

Sorry it's short!