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Chapter 3

I stood there at the docking bay with my head down. Ashamed. Worried. Midnight had her schedule for the recruit meeting tonight and tomorrow so I wasn't worried about her being unattended. But I was scared of what I have done. I have deceived and put shame to my family by keeping secrets that weren't mine to keep.

I stole a quick glance at Optimus and found that he was staring at me with intense, fiery optics. I turned my gaze away quickly and looked around at everyone who was looking at me. They all had shocked, still expressions as if time at stopped and they weren't able to move and continue.

I opened my lips to speak, but my mouth was so dry with the words I couldn't verbalize. So instead I took a deep breath and turned around, heading straight for the exit. I could feel everybody's eyes bore into my back at I made my way through the docking bay and into the main intersection of corridors, leading to all parts of the building.

I was surprised to hear footsteps following me behind so I prepared to turn around and face the worst. As I did so, some of the plating on my foot got stuck on the edge of a door frame and I fell forward only to be caught in someone's arms. Strong blue and red arms that were very firm and extremely familiar.

Optimus helped me on my feet as his hands steadied my body, but his hands didn't stop there. They meandered up to my head where they gripped each side of my face gingerly. His baby blue optics shown through mine as he searched my face for something.

"Elita…" he whispered as he shook his head slowly.

"O-Optimus-I-" I stuttered but he shushed me with a finger to my lips. He removed his hands from my face as they dropped helplessly to his sides. He let out a quick sharp breath and just….looked at me. Nothing else.

Finally he spoke, his voice coming out in barley a whisper. "Elita why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" I responded sharply, not wanting to talk in such a public place where a mech or femme could easily walk in on our conversation.

Optimus took a deep breath and regained his confident posture. "Elita, your sister. Since when did you have a sister-and when were you planning to tell me she was coming?" his deep voice rang out in a normal tone.

"I didn't know it was such a big deal, Optimus." I put my hands on my hip and rolled my optics to the side and back. I felt frustrated as I tried to make myself feel right. As I thought about it more it wasn't such a big deal. Optimus is freaking out for no big reason, I tried to tell myself.

"Well…" he looked over his shoulder then back to me as he looked for something good to say. "It's not-"

"Okay then, well then what's the problem? I don't know why you always have to suffocate me? Give me my space. I didn't know that we had to share everything about our lives to each other." I snapped purely out of frustration and pressure.

He winced back at my response. "Yes, well spark mates are supposed to tell each other everything, remember Elita-one?"

I looked at him sharply with narrowed optics. "Yes they are, but if you haven't noticed we aren't bonded and I am not your spark mate. Maybe if you had proposed to me it would be a different story."

Optimus looked as if he just got slapped. He blinked his optics quickly and took a step back. But for some kind of reason I didn't even feel bad that I said that. It felt good to get something that has been bothering me for so long off my chest.

"You know what?," he asked rhetorically. "Your right. We're not spark mates nor are we bonded. But if this is all about me not proposing to you Elita-I-"

I cut him off with a snappish tone. "No, Optimus. I mean-part of it. Don't make it seem as if this is all on me and how I didn't tell you about my sister, because your just as bad." I huffed with anger.

I continued "We stay together as a casual couple. More so-I'm just a femme you put beside you to take up somebody's place, right? Because if you really cared about me you would have considered taking this relationship to a higher level after all this time we have been together, but you haven't. . I mean-you don't even look at me the same, Optimus."

"Elita please-"

"You avoid me the whole day. You greet me and then walk away. That's what you do. What happened to spending time together, huh? Interfacing at night isn't actually what I would call quality time with your femme-friend." My voice was getting louder and louder.

Optimus tried desperately to quiet me down as he waved his arms in the air and shushed me with his finger to his lips. "Elita please stop yelling that! We're in a public place."

"Oh so now your worried about what people will say, huh? You aren't so worried when people talk about why your sleeping with a femme your not bonded to."

"Elita!" he screamed. I stopped for a moment. "Stop it, okay? Primus! I'm an aft okay? Is that what you want me to say? You want me to take responsibility for my stupid-aft actions, right? Well now you got it okay."

"That's not even the point, Prime." I said and he gasped. "What? You are my Prime are you not? It's not like I'm your spark mate and I'm worthy enough to call you Optimus all the time."

"I think your taking this too far…" he sighed and grunted in frustration.

"Am I?" I challenged him.

Silence from Optimus.

I sighed and took a very long, deep breath. This time when I spoke my words came out gentle and I moved closer to the one I love. "I want to be in a happy, healthy relationship, Optimus. I deserve that."

"You do deserve that, Elita. You always deserved that." he said thoughtfully. His face softened, but his body remained stiff as he took my hand into his.

"I need someone who can provide that for me-"

"Yes." he interrupted me. I squeezed his hand and looked at his expression that suddenly became awfully pained and he looked as if he was thinking hard. "And it has become evident that I cannot give you what you seek."

"What?" I gasped as I dropped his hand and backed away. "What are you saying?"

"Elita I think we both know where this was going to end. It's just that I love you so much. But sometimes life leads you down a different road when your holding on to someone you got to let go."

"No, Optimus-I-I don't understand."

"Someday you'll see the reason why." he reached to grab for my hand but I pulled away. My optics began to grow heavy and tired and I started to feel light-headed.

"The reason for wha-y-your making absolutely no sense." I shook my head roughly and I wrapped my arms around my chest, hugging myself tightly together. Hoping my spark wouldn't break into a million pieces.

"You'll see that sometimes there's good in good-bye." he said as he choked on his words. His bottom lip began to tremble, but he was Prime. He didn't cry and his spark didn't bleed.

I sucked in a big gasp after I let it out. A few tears escaped my optics before I could wipe them away. I began to slowly fall apart. "Optimus I didn't mean to do this. I-I-please don't do this."

"How can I not? I love you too much and I don't want you to stay in such a disruptive, unhappy relationship."

"If you loved me you would see that I need you too much!" I half-sobbed. He began to approach me gradually. And then I wasn't so sure when it happened but I was in his arms crying silently. "Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry, babe. I-I-didn't mean it. Any of it. Really!" my voice was barely audible.

He didn't say anything for awhile just held me close and soothed me. I closed my eyes and hugged him as tight as possible. I felt like a big sparkling, but I didn't care. I couldn't lose him. He was all I got.

Finally he spoke. "Elita…let go."

"Huh?" I mumbled into his arm.

"Let go." he said firmly.

I obeyed relentlessly and looked up at his dry optics. Mine were wet.

"Maybe...uh" he paused to think. "Maybe we should just take a break. See what happens." he shook his head to keep his thoughts running.

"You mean...hm-see other people?" I asked in disbelief.

"No-I-uh. No, just a break from each other. See if we were really meant to be."

"Because if it's meant to be-" I began.

"Then it will be." he finished with a sad smile. Then his lips started to pinch together as if he was holding back a tiny tear that fought to escape.

"Okay. I guess it's really for the best. You probably need some time to think and sort things out. Figure out what to do next, right."

"We both need time from each others mistakes."

"Not time to be replaced, right?"

"I promise, Elita-one. You will always be my first love." he grabbed both of my hands in his and he gently pressed soft kisses to them.

"Okay, then." I squirmed uncomfortably. "I guess this is good-bye."

He looked at me with the most agonized, pained expression before he bent down… and kissed my forehead, holding the kiss for several seconds. He released me and took a step back. "Our relationship now has nothing to do with your job as Femme Commander. I hope we can still be friends though, if our relationship doesn't work out?"

I looked at him with intense optics, keeping my expression expression-less. Then I shook my head brusquely. "No. No we cannot. It just wouldn't be right Optimus. I think when you mean a break, that really means it's over."

Then I walked up to him. Gave him a sad smile and started to walk away.

"I'll make sure to keep you updated on the recruit promotion tomorrow," I said trying to hid my emotions. "Oh and I'll make sure to have all my stuff out of your quarters by tomorrow too."

"Elita." he tried to call me, but I was already gone.

I ducked out and headed straight for his quarters to gather some stuff and then go to my quarters and settle in. I had to catch up with Jetfire later to work out Midnight's plan for where she will be staying, but right now I was exhausted. Sad. Angry.

I ruined everything. What I thought I was doing right turned out to be all wrong. Now I lost everything. I lost Optimus. Now as I look at it, it all wasn't worth it. All the arguing. But I was so angry. He wanted to take a break? That's unbelievable!

I hated him for ruining everything.

I hated him for being him.

I hated him for loving me.

And I hated myself for losing him.

I just have to work on how to get myself back and make everything right again. Show myself that its just me and not him. That I'm willing to change to make this relationship work...But I know it isn't going to be easy.

Not as easy as I am hoping.

Midnight POV

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left"

"I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There's no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it."

My long legs carried my slender body forward in fast, short strides. The corridor I was traveling in seemed to be getting darker the farther we perambulated. I was letting myself be led by two complete strangers with filthy aims, and I wasn't even disturbed by this at has made me weak and careless and has driven me past common sense. If I had any said sense I would have turned around by now, but my broken spark was yearning to be fixed. It was thirsty for snags that I never avoided because I fed off of them. And so I kept toddling; letting my guides take me wherever they pleased. My body was overheated and my cooling systems kicked in. Either this place was awfully searing or Jetfire was making me think of doing things I wouldn't be proud of tonight. His medium-built physique may not have compared to mechs like Optimus, but he was still very attractive. His helm was impeccably proportioned with his body as it was rounded in the back but still had an angular façade at the jaw-line. His faceplates were straight and smooth as was his nose plate even though it looked as if it received some damage lately.

My optics scrutinized him up and down looking at the way his broad-chest sat above an unflawed waist that wore a visible six-pack of muscle behind his armor. And those legs that carried all of that sexiness around. They were strong and lofty as they tried to keep an equal pace with me.

He gave me an impression that he was a mech with a supercilious demeanor.

But as I studied for the exam I took to enter the competition I came across the policy of the Elite-Guard and it just so happens I came across one of the rules that went against what Jetfire and Jazz were planning to do.

And my mind flipped back like an elastic band and whipped back into common sense. What the pit was I doing? I needed to turn back. Who was I to go on with a couple of strangers? I was becoming a fragging whore-bot and I knew it.

The Following:

Rule number # 127 From, The Regulations of The Elite-Guard

-Elite members are permitted to avoid getting a new recruit over energized, which can cause them to be tempted to do deplorable actions, which could also cost them their mere abode in any armed forces division.

I didn't want to take any risk that might cause my future to turn into ruins because of a few low-lives' who just want to practice their perverted ways on a new recruit.

But I wanted to get wasted soooo bad. Perhaps if I just ask them where the joint for drinking is near. Wouldn't hurt, would it?

And as Primus saved my upcoming….Much to Jetfire's disappointment, Jazz was talking about cowering out from having a few drinks and just showing me where to "cool" down. He was droning on about that if we had too much high-grade and got over-energized than the consequences could affect not only my future but theirs.

The funny thing is that while Jazz was saying things he didn't really mean he said he and Jetfire would take full responsibility for my time being here to avoid me from doing anything against the policy, and of course drinking would be breaking that. So high-grade was out of the question…for now at least.

Unless I can get back in time for the recruit meeting and have enough time to sober up before. Maybe I can run into the medical bay and sneak some wear-off.

And then I started to ask myself where and why we were walking down random corridors. If we weren't going to Jetfire's where were we going? The bar is defiantly not in here…unless they have one built in. But that wouldn't make sense if the regulations were against people getting over-energized.

So I had to ask where we were going.

"Where the pit are we going?" I demanded edgily.

"We are getting out of here. If we get caught drinking in here it'll be the end of us…and you." Jetfire added the last part with an odd sound. The thought of the consequences made him cringe back.

"I can't leave!" I blurted out a little too vociferously. Jetfire and Jazz both stopped abruptly and slowly turned to face me.

Jazz creased his optic ridges inwardly. "Why?" he asked with mild annoyance.

"Well…The recruit meeting is in a couple hours. If I miss the meeting they will know I did." I was suddenly nervous about my surroundings. Being with them was making me grow uncomfortable. "I mean I want to leave but not with you. You both will slow me down. I was hoping to go to the bar alone. You know, solo. Single-companion. Hm?"

"Oh yeah…Jetfire I told you this wasn't going to work. The girl need a break from us, dude. From everyone-sooo lets just go and steal some of Ratchets expensive of the expensive High-grade…" Jazz mumbled on. His body moving backward as he tried to pull Jetfire back.

Jetfire hushed him. "Listen we can still have fun. Its only in a few hours right?" He nudged Jazz's hands off of him. "Cut it out. Chill, bro." he muttered to Jazz, his voice annoyed and barely audibly.

I bobbed my head up and down. "Yep in 3.97 hours."

"Oooh, .97 more. That's great." Jazz laughed in a high-pitched voice. I cringed back at the sound. Primus this guy is annoying!, I thought.

"Okay well that's all we need. We'll spend a half hour to get there, hour to drink, hour to sober up, and a half hour, oh excuse me," Jazz smiled wickedly. "half hour.97 to get back. See? Everything is alright."

Jetfire reassured us as he fought back a guffaw.

"I don't know…"

"There is nothing to know. Just do. Have fun. Come on." Jetfire pleaded. His eyes grew wide and his optic ridges both shot up and his bottom lip pouted slightly as he gave me his best smothering look.

"Please. Don't-don't do that."

"Do what?" he was smiling now.

"You know. Give me that look."

"Most femmes like that look. Don't you." he fluttered his optics as he dazzled me. His hand gently rested on my waist. I shook it off roughly and he stepped back.

"I do." I admitted sheepishly as my face flushed bright blue. "But!" I quickly added, composing my face. "I also like alone time."

I didn't know what I was getting myself into, and I didn't know if I cared what I got myself into. In fact I didn't even know what I was thinking. I felt crazed and insane. What the pit was I doing here? How did I get here? I shouldn't be going anywhere. By myself or with others.

"Okay people so…are we going or not. The more time we waste the less time we have to sober up, because I'm not sacrificing my hour to get wasted." Jazz said irritated.

Jetfire looked at me waiting. I scrunched up my face as I thought this through. What is the worst that can happen besides getting kicked out, put in jail, and maybe even get rapped? Whatever. Frag it all. I just follow them and ditch them. Easier than fighting them. Hopefully I can find my way back.

"I'm in." I stated as I grinned my biggest. The lie concealed behind a knowledgeable mask.

"I knew you would come through!" Jetfire grabbed me into a big bear hug.

"Group hug!" Jazz shouted in a weird, creepy way.

"Pit no! Frag…no!" I squirmed as I was suffocating in Jetfire's arms as Jazz approached. He finally let go to push Jazz away.

"Frag off, glitch!" Jetfire said to Jazz. "Oh no my brother you need to get your own."

"Oh Jet come on. What happened to bros before hoes?" Jazz said as he rubbed his forehead where Jetfire smacked him. But he was laughing hysterically.

I smacked him in the same spot Jetfire did. "I am NOT a hoe for your information." then I smirked satisfied as he howled in frustration. This time the laughter gone from his face.

"Why you all busting up on me now? That's wrong…real wrong." He looked so innocent and short I giggled at his appearance.

"Shut up and keep walking, buddy." Jetfire said as he nudged his friend forward smiling.

"Your such an aft, you know that right?" Jazz alleged playfully as we all strutted down the exit bay.

"If I didn't know I wouldn't do this."

Jazz gazed up at him befuddled as I did. Then Jetfire took my hand and started sprinting like a mad-mech.

"Catch us if you can, sucker!" Jetfire shouted over his shoulder.

Jazz stood there taken aback before he started to scamper after us.

"Wait guys! I'm too short to keep us! Show some compassion for short people. Its like a disorder. Would you run from a guy in a wheelchair?" he bellowed after us.

"What are you doing." I asked as I struggled in his grasp. I thought about biting his hand for a second.

"Having fun!" He responded as he huffed trying to run faster.

"Stop!" I yelled trying to slow down. I couldn't keep up. "Stop!" I tried again. And that's when I tripped.

My face fell forward and hit the ground with a SMACK.

"Slag!" I cursed as I felt the energon leaking from the fresh cut on my helm.

Jetfire stopped and ran to me as he tried to help me up. Jazz caught up.

"Oh you did it now, motherfrigger!" Jazz yelled in horror.

"Midnight I'm so sorry!" he pleaded. "I didn't mean to-oh slag I'm so dead-"

"Stop! Jetfire just stop!" I yelled.

Jetfire grew quiet and so did Jazz.

"I hardly even know you friggers and you are already dragging me across a freaking hallway. Frag off. You should be soo ashamed of yourself. Doing such a thing to a new recruit femme." But then the remorse started to sink in and I suddenly became tired. "I'm sorry...I-I'm fine, okay? It's just a cut. Who do I look like to you? Do you take me for weak?" My voice was a little detached and feeble and my words sounded wrong with it.

"No…" Jetfire looked at Jazz gave him some kind of signal with his optic ridges. I rolled my lenses skyward.

"Okay then. Then just shut up and drive." I said as I transformed into my alt-mode.

"I don't drive…I fly." he mumbled under his breath faintly as he swayed awkwardly.

I speed off as they transformed and took off after me. Finally Jazz caught up. Jetfire was in the air so we couldn't really talk side by side.

"Hey! Midnight-your fast. Maybe want to slow things down?"

"No."

"Okay then…well let me lead because I doubt you know where the bar is." he requested unsure.

I slowed down. "Oh yeah…okay lead." he pulled up in front of me and then unexpectedly he made a swift U-turn. I took all my speed and reflexive systems to kick up into over-drive and keep a steady turn. So I was going the wrong way the whole time. What a stupid ass. Stu. Pid. Ass.

Jetfire was probably already at the bar. The advantage of being a seeker is being faster. My daddy is a seeker, but I inherited my grounding from my mother. Its too bad really. Me and my mother are not close. When the "incident" occurred she pushed me away. She said I wasn't her daughter. She shunned me. How any mother can abandon their kid is beyond me.

All because of 'Him' of course. 'He' left me and left behind all the slag he did. In spite of everything, though, I still wish he was here. It is a crazy thought, I know, but he was the only one who made me feel like I belonged. Like I was safe. Like I had a reason to live. He was my light, my shelter, my spark. He was everything to me but good-bye was always sure to come.

I've become too comfortable to good-bye. It's all I've ever known. No one has ever wanted me except Alpha Trion who is barley there. I get lonely sometimes. I cry sometimes. I even feel like I die sometimes. What is the point of thinking about misery when you are already miserable, I thought to myself. I need to stop thinking about the past and plan for the future. My life is gone. Midnight and my moon is all I've got left. Lets not lose the last piece of me.

Even though that last piece is hanging on such a breakable thread.

My spark. It is dying. Slowly, but very quickly. It could happen any second.

Death can appear very fast and unexpected.

We reached the bar and I wasn't surprised to see Jetfire waiting good-naturedly against the entrance door like a jock. He was so hot, I thought to myself. His broad chest attracted my lenses as I longed to run my fingers down the length of it. The thought made me shiver and cold.

More than Jetfire I longed for heat…and energon. And that's what I was going to get. I strutted past Jetfire and walked into the bar. I heard him chuckle softly as I did so.

Jazz met Jetfire with a smirk as he kicked him in the groin. I heard Jetfire wail in pain before I heard Jazz's conniving cackle.

I wiped my hand across my forehead where the energon was still fresh. I had to go freshen up at the facility to clean the energon off my face. It managed to drip down my faceplate and down to my chin. It was a nasty, little thing but that's all it was. Little and nasty.

When I found the facility I pushed the door open and perambulated over to the mirror. I examined the cut that was gashed across my forehead. It wasn't that big and if I cleaned it, it would be hardly noticeable. I turned the sink on and ran my hand under the pouring solvent. It was bitterly cold like my spark. As cold I should say.

I splashed the solvent onto my face as I washed the abrasion. The leaked energon showered down my face and into the sink as it disappeared down the drain. After a few minutes the wound was clean and it looked better. Much better.

I should have walked out the facility, but I didn't. Instead I walked over to the wall opposite the door and sank down onto the floor. My eyes started to swell and a few sobs escaped my throat.

What was I doing, I thought. I don't know who I am anymore. I've ruined everything so far and now I was going to worsen what's already bad. I should be ashamed. My mother would. She already is, actually. I was never a good child like Elita. They always used to say…"Why can't you be like Elita"…. "Elita never acts like that." … "Look at Elita." …. "Elita this…Elita that."….It was always about Elita-one.

What about me? Does anyone care about me? It's not as if I'm dead. At least not yet. I know how close I am to becoming one with the Allspark, but why doesn't anyone care about me? Just because I'm dying slowly it doesn't me I'm not alive. I want to belong, but sometimes belonging involves getting dirty. It's the only way.

When they own you there is only one way to escape.

If no one wants to help me, I have to help myself. And if I have to help myself I'm going to go the easy way. It's not like it matters, right? I'm going to be dead soon anyway. Now, a few minutes, or a few more weeks. The time will come. But what shall I do till it does?

All these questions ripped through my head and it made me gag. I needed a drink, I decided. I know I said that I would ditch them, but I wasn't so sure now.

I hauled myself up off the ground like a sparkling and towed my feet to the door. I made sure the tears that managed to escape were wiped away as I walked into the main room. I spotted Jetfire at a booth with Jazz as they drank away, already enjoying themselves.

I continued over to them clumsily, since I was horribly uncoordinated when I was uneasy. I reached them in a few quick, unsteady strides and dropped myself into one of the booths. Jetfire and Jazz didn't stop talking as they continued to drink. They basically forgot I was with them.

Aft-holes. Dirty, conniving, devious, fraggious aft-heads.

"Jetfire, I'm just going to go over there by the game tables, okay?"

Suddenly they both noticed I existed. "No,no!" Jetfire grabbed my arm as I started to walk away.

"You can't leave us. We just got here." Jazz added.

"Yeah, well you guys don't seem like your giving me any attention so I think I'll just go find somebody who will." I tried to pull away from Jetfire's strong grip. I narrowed my optics as I concentrating on releasing myself.

"Midnight, wait. Let me buy you a drink first." I stopped struggling.

"Well if you insist!" I said all too quickly. If they were willing to pay then let's do this thing! Woohoo!

They both chuckled as Jazz motioned for the bartender. Jazz handed me a bottle of Visco and I gratefully gulped it down.

"Whoa there. Take it easy." Jetfire laughed. I sheepishly put my Visco down and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my arm. "I've never seen a femme drink like you except for Chromia…but I wouldn't actually consider her as a femme."

"Yeah she's more like a beast." Jazz agreed.

"Oh really?" I asked. "Tell me more about this Chromia then?" I said as I leaned in and took more generous sips of my Visco.

After an hour of drinking I was super drunk. Jetfire and Jazz were dancing and singing around like the craziest drunken mechs I've ever seen. I joined in as I laughed hysterically for no reason. The Visco intoxicated my systems and made me loopy and insane.

After dancing we took a seat at near couches as the rest of the drunken people in the bar laughed and joked around us.

"Jetfire." I said beckoning him over. He slid down the couch clumsily as he laughed. His face became only inches away from mine and I smelled the alcohol on his breath as if I stuck my noise in the bottle itself. It was so intoxicating and contagious that without thinking (Since I'm drunk) I bent over and pressed my lips to his. His quickly responded by wrapping his arm around my back and holding the back of my head with his other hand.

Our lips mushed for quite some time as I tasted all the Visco on his mouth. It was delicious. As I pulled away I smiled silly and stood up.

"Woohoo!" I yelled. "Free Visco for everyone!"

Cheers erupted from the room and I looked around for jazz. He was on the bar stage singing karaoke with some mech. I rushed over and gave him a quick peck on his wet lips.

"Oh gee Midnight. Your lips are so hot." he said as he pulled me to the mike. I sang along with the two of them until finally at some point Jetfire, Jazz and I decided to head back to the building.

Jazz shifted his weight in the Shooting Range as we waited alone. We were early. Very early. Talk about an orn early.

What we were doing there?

Elita and Optimus caught us.

How?

I have no fragging idea.

What we were doing when we got caught?

When we got back from the bar, Jazz and I ditched Jetfire when he stopped at his quarters and made a run to the energon supply room. He told me that since I was Elita's sister I deserved a better celebration. How could I resist? He is a very good-looking mech. Extremely good-looking. You know what? He is mind-blowing cute. If it wasn't for Maximum I would be coming onto Jazz. (Ha!) I think I already came onto him but the past is such a blur. I think we kissed, but I forgot.

So we were in there searching for the expensive good stuff when we heard the door close behind us. I froze behind Jazz who was rummaging behind the counter. My pump stopped and I felt dizzy. I turned very slowly to face my fate. I thought all the energon I consumed was going to spill disgustingly out my mouth.

Elita-One had her back leaning on the door and her arms were crossed as she stared at me with her furious cerulean ocular lenses. Jazz sighed behind me and cussed rather loudly. Something told me I shouldn't have followed him. I'm such a naughty femme, and I love it! I started to laugh uncontrollably at the thought and since Jazz was as tipsy he joined in.

Optimus was waiting outside the door and I swore I heard him chuckle. That mech probably already had a good idea what we had in mind the whole time. I wish I was warned. But anywho…I was marched out of the supply closet as Elita literally dragged me in one hand and Jazz in the other. Of course I tried to fight back, but I was too drunk to put up much.

She brought me straight to Prowl who was SIC and the Administer of the recruit center. Just my fragging luck. And Jazz was pulled to Optimus Prime's office. Prowl nearly banged his head on the desk when I walked in, and mumbled how in pit I could get in trouble on my first orn when Elita explained what happened. In fact it hasn't even been a orn yet.

I admit. I am a trouble maker. I love trouble. I seek trouble. I am thee Trouble-nater!

But what can I say? I was born this way! It may not be a good lifestyle but its my lifestyle. I do what I want to do and say what I want to say. People will either love you for it or hate you for it. I don't know much people anyway so it doesn't have much of an effect.

Elita-one dropped me into a chair and my head went down and hit the desk. Ouch.

"So..um…" Prowl started as he fished around in his mind for my name. He looked up to Elita for assistance.

"Midnight." She aided.

"Yes Midnight-"

"What is going to happen to Jazz?" I asked loudly as my voice broke with a random giggle. "He is in big trouble."

"So are you and don't worry about him. Optimus is taking care of it. All you need to focus on is you and what you've done" Elita answered me. But the way she said Optimus' name made me curious.

"Can you tell me what happened before and at the bar?" Prowl continued.

And suddenly nothing was funny.

"Sir, I'm terribly sorry…I…I usually don't drink. This isn't like me." I tried to express regret feebly, but no matter I knew it was too late.

"I see." Prowl stared down as some data pads thoughtfully. I was guessing it was my file.

"Prowl." Elita gave Prowl a look I couldn't comprehend.

"Elita." he responded back with the same look except he added a nod then he turned his attention back to me.

"Midnight it seems as if you caused quite a bit of trouble. Evidently, you knew the consequences when you break regulation. So I have to by law charge you with these crimes."

I broke out in a cold sweat as I shook my head nauseated. "No, no, no, no."

"I'm sorry but I have to follow procedure."

"What's the charges?" Elita questioned.

"For parting the grounds with no authorization, DUI, and endeavored larceny." Prowl rumbled. I hiccupped as I came into contact with the foul taste of high-grade in my systems. It wasn't as good as it was when I first drank it. "Oh and you missed the first recruit meeting. That is the most important charge."

"That's it?" I asked a tad bit relieved that it wasn't anything more or severe.

"Why? Is there something else?" Prowl and Elita shared a glance at each other.

"I have to…" I trailed off as I pointed to my open mouth. I was about to vomit.

"Ahh!" Prowl shrieked alarmed. "Get her out of here!" he ordered as some guards came in to grab me. Elita walked out disappointed and shaking her helm violently as she mumbled some things under her breath.

The guards dragged me out as I tried very hard to stay on my feet.

"Put her in a cell and let her sleep it out before further instructions." Prowl ordered before he closed the door behind us.

"That won't be necessary." Elita said as she emerged out of nowhere.

"Ma'am?" a soldier asked bewildered.

"I want her in my quarters pronto. Set her in my guest room. I'll need her in the morning so we can have a talk. Some things just need to be treated differently."

"Yes, ma'am." They both said in unison. At the moment I was trying very hard to stay awake. My vision was blurring and my legs already were buckling under me. It was impossible to stand on the moment.

"Oh Midnight, you really done it this time. I really had a bad day and I'm not in the mood for any of this… I just feel like I don't know you anymore." Elita said before they took me away.

"Your just someone I used to know." The words made a home in a corner of my mind. They intertwined with my thoughts and made tears become fresh.

I felt the darkness coming. Just before the world went black, I had time to wonder what could have been avoided.
Then there was nothing.

Author's Note: Until next time. What will happen to Elita's and Optimus' relationship? What will be the further punishments for Midnight and Jazz? And will Jetfire get caught too? ß LoL

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