A/N This isn't literally THE end, XDDD It's just the end of Smokescreen's story during his absence LOL so yeah. Sorry if I scared anybody
Sorry for not updating...eh...well, here it is! I have NOTHING to say for myself

I woke up sometime later. I remembered everything in a flash. The strange goodbye from Knockout, running through the woods…I pushed myself to my knees, hands on the ground. My back was curved inward slightly, my face parallel to the ground. I wondered what would happen if they found me. There was no telling what they might do. My vision was blurry, faded. I don't know if I'll live. If I die right here. I might.
Just then, I heard a ground bridge activate to my right, light pooling onto my side and the grass around me, as well as some trees. Decepticon? Autobot? I couldn't tell. I faintly heard footsteps. Light. Soft. Was it real, or my own dim audios that made it sound that way? I looked up. There was a fuzzy form. I think it was…blue? I squinted. Oh. It's Arcee. A crooked smile grew on my face. "So…they decided to get me after all…" Then my smile faded. "I…I know it's like I'm a Decepticon… you can go ahead and leave me here, I know you wanna…I was going to die anyway…" She only stared at me, shaking a little bit. I looked back at the ground. Just then I felt something in my throat. I broke into a coughing fit. A numbed pain was felt in my chest each time I coughed. When I stopped coughing, I winced, squeezing both eyes shut, pressing a servo on my torso, trying to mute to pain. Arcee remained speechless, horror painted on her face. After a couple seconds passed, she shook off the expression and resumed her usual stern look.
"What happened?" She said it so seriously that it sounded more like a statement than a question. I looked up from watching the waterfall of energon pour from my chest like a steady river, eyes wide. She HAD to say it.
Memories overtook me like a flood. The agony rippling through me like fire. Red optics, withering and evil, looking down at me with coldness enough to make me feel like I'm shriveling. I suddenly spewed out a pool of energon about as big as the one I was sitting in already.
Energon loss too great. Systems failure. Loading error. Crashing. Commencing shutdown. Blackness…

I don't remember how long I was unconscious. But I do know that when I woke up, I was lying down, on my back, on a smooth, metal surface. Is that…? Ratchet. Yes, I know him. I'm at the Autobot base. Safe. Finally. After so long…I moaned and tried to sit up. Ratchet pressed a hand on my chest, pushing my back down.
"Ep, ep, ep! Smokescreen, you've lost a lot of energon and you are injured. Lie down for a while and regain your strength." He said. I complied and lay back down, to weak to protest anyway. Looking at myself, and from the painless movement, I realized I was healed. The gashes across my body were closed. The gaping hole in my abdomen was filled, and the chest wound that cut into my spark was fixed. I wasn't in constant pain. I…was peaceful. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. After an entire week of endless agony, the quiet in my nerves was strange, almost. But was my left eye fixed? I tried to open it. I had trouble, and I felt a faint twinge of pain in my optic when I tried. Nope. Wasn't fixed yet. I slowly turned my head to look over at my shoulder. Was the Decepticon insignia still on? Yes, it was. I felt my face contort into one of
distress.
"…Ratchet, why didn't you change me to Autobot first before you did anything else…I don't care if I die, but I want to die as an Autobot…just…change it now…" Ratchet was speechless for a couple moments, but then nodded and took a welder, remaking it. I turned my gaze back to the ceiling, content now.
After some silence, Bulkhead spoke up. It was clear, now, with fixed audios and one optic cleared. He scratched the back of his neck and said,
"So, uh…what happened on your end while you were gone?" Again. Suddenly my wires and cables sprang to life again with fake pain. The memories were so vivid, I could literally see Knockout in front of me again. I was once again spilling energon, the blue liquid sliding and trickling down my metal from deep injuries. I wasn't under restraints. I could move! I took this chance and attacked, flailing with my arms. No, NO! DIE, CON! Suddenly, sharp pain, ripping through my stomach. A wound ripped right through my metal, a yawning hole… I could faintly hear the voice of a friend, Bulkhead.
"He's reliving whatever happened…" I was faintly aware Ratchet was trying to calm me.
"Whoa, boy!" I ignored it. I must've been really homesick. I was seeing and hearing Ratchet and Bulkhead, while there was Knockout in front of me, smirking.
And, suddenly…restraints. They were back on. Snug around my ankles and wrists, keeping me mostly still. NO, please, no…not this again… I knew there was pain to come. Hopes washed away, torn apart…please, no. I couldn't help it. I knew it wasn't very mech-like to cry, but this was terrible. I couldn't stand it. I squeezed both optics shut and clenched my jaw. No… a tiny, high-pitched whine escaped my throat, heard only by me; and even then it took me a while to realize it was me. Tears slid down the side of my faceplates, my vision blurring. My breath quivered and wavered, difficult to control. Faint sobs escaped me, my chest heaving a little each time.
The image of Knockout slowly faded away, to be replaced by Optimus striding toward me. He knelt beside me.
"Smokescreen, you are with us now. Whatever memories you've had with the Decepticons, wipe them away. You're safe now." His soothing deep voice relaxed me. I could only blink a couple times, to clear away my vision and nod. It was all I could do. I really wanted to say something out loud, with my own voice. But I knew I would
break down entirely if I did. So I just swallowed the lump in my throat in utter silence. At one point the restraints were taken off. Thank the all spark. I got up, emotionless. The others started minding their own business, having gotten over my return. Good. I needed time to think.

A/N I need reviews. Something to keep me going. I'm sitting here like a lump on a log feeling I'm writing this story for no reason. Like I'm woking for the air. Let me know you're out there! Please! REVIEW! Seriously, a simple "hi" would literally hype me up so much I've probably uploaded 12 chapters before you notice XD
The message is to PLEASE REVIEW! (They always say "please" helps :/ so far it's not working with you people)
Smokescreen: Well, if you're writing this for no good reason, can you stop? You know, give us a break for, let's say, FOREVER? *hopeful look*
Me: NO.
Smokescreen: Aw c'mon
Me: Hopefully, we'll get some proof later that people are actually watching
Smokescreen: *hopes not*

Well, now that THAT'S over, you may now review *gestures to little white box* No? Well, well, you think you have a choice XD
Smokescreen: I just got the news that if there's more reviews, she'll finish faster. *transforms hand to blaster and points against your head* SO REVIEW FOR ME AND LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH
Me: Wow, you actually look like your gonna XD Stand down, Smoke. I may not be your boss , but remember you're not supposed to harm humans.
Smokescreen: ... SCRAP
WTH I must be serious about these author's notes and reviews XDDDDD