Yeah, chapter six!

It had been several lunar cycles- I've been around humans far too much for my own sanity in that time-frame- since I was given a chance from the autobots. I had spent two 'months' searching for any decepticons outside of a battle with the autobots- for the obvious reason of they'd be too suspicious to trust me after getting the slag beaten out of them, duh-. Whenever there was a fight and I was at the 'bots base, I stayed out of sight so that the 'cons wouldn't know that there was a traitor in their midst- yes I'm still wearing my decepticon symbol, I haven't had the time to scrape it off. Obviously-.

Ratchet- for a while- kept insisting that I get my wings and comms repaired, but I kept dodging him. The last time he ever said something about either of my damaged parts was when I tricked him to make him stop asking me about repairs. So, first I agreed- somehow he didn't think it was suspicious-, then the instant his back was turned, I ran out and away from the medbay like Unicron himself was trying to melt my circuitry into a pile of sludge. Needless to say, Ratchet was pretty mad at me- he eventually got over it, so no harm was done-.

I was slightly running low on energon from the constant exploring, causing me to start conserving and rationing my energon cubes. I don't think Team Prime- that's what the autobots' groups' name is- noticed anything, and if one of them had, then they kept their thoughts to themselves. I was getting skinner the longer the searching went on until I looked very noticeably- and when I say noticeable, I mean even police captain Fanzone knew that there was something wrong with me- like a twig. Prowl was the first to crack and say something about my health.

"Lunarflare, why do you look like a stick?"

I, of course, took it the wrong way and snapped at him as if he was one of the decepticons I used to bicker with. "And what is that supposed to mean?!"

"I'm saying you don't look like you've been refueling properly." He replied evenly.

"I'm not a protoform, I can take care and refuel myself!" In a smaller voice I mumbled, "I just... can't at the moment." I stormed off before Prowl could ask why that was.

I stormed thru the base towards the exit. I was about to leave, when Optimus stopped me.

"Is there a reason you aren't refueling right? You've grown very thin since the first time we encountered you, if the stress of trying to find-" Damn you to the pit, Prowl, you traitor!

"No, its not." I pushed the Prime- I was later laughing at the image of the Prime falling to the ground on his aft- aside and ran across the yard to gain momentum for taking off to the air. Once I was airborne and invisible, I flew to the opposite side of Detroit, focusing hard for decepticons.

Why won't they just leave my vague answers alone, or me alone? I don't understand why they want straight answers when they could just use their processors to get the answer they want, it wouldn't hurt them to do that, and I would be less angry at their constant pestering.

My shoulder clipped a building's corner and pain shot thru it yep I'm that low on energon, mostly from rationing it-. My Invisibility flickered for a moment, then turned off, revealing me to the entire city of Detroit.

Scrap.

I tried turning myself invisible again, but it didn't work. Instead, a notification popped up on my HUB which said,

Energon levels relatively low, do you wish to activate this mod?

"Yes" I muttered, still visible.

It worked for a few minutes, then turned off again.

Warning- "lemme guess, low energon levels?" I sassed the warning.

Cannot use mod, please refuel soon.

Ugh, talk about a nuisance.

I flew around to find a suitable spot to munch on an energon cube- keeping an optic out for 'fellow decepticons', of course-, soon finding a good location. I landed and un-subspaced two cubes then sat down to enjoy my meager rations.

Once I had finished consuming my energon for the solar cycle, I flew around Detroit invisible again. Finding nothing after a short amount of time, I soared across the sky to my home that was on an island in the middle of Lake Erie. Landing on what I dubbed as my landing-and-launch pad, I walked inside the cave I'd hollowed out from explosives and hard work.

I checked on my energon-maker, surprised that it had a bit more than usual from gathering the suns' energy rays that beat down on earth. I knew I really needed to get actual energon crystals, but hey, whatever works is fine by my current standards.

I was in the middle of watching the sun sink below the horizon when I heard a voice behind me.

"So this is your hideout, Lunarflare."

I whirled around to see a black-and-gold 'bot.

Prowl.

"What do you want?" I asked, folding my arms and preparing for the volcano-sized amount of questions.

"Nothing, not at the moment." He replied. Well, at least somebot didn't want to disturb me.

"Well then, come inside, I'll get some energon from storage." I began walking back inside my base, Prowl following me. I asked him to wait at a table I had carved into and from the rock, then I went to get the latest energon cubes from where I kept my tiny stash. I returned to the table quickly so as to not give him time to snoop around.

"So, about your health..." Prowl prompted as I sat down and offered one of the cubes I was holding.

"I... I don't want to talk about it. Really, I don't." I said

"I understand you don't trust me or my teammates, but you have to be open about things sometimes. I learned- and still am learning- that the hard way." If I wanted to be rude to Prowl, I would've clapped at his 'speech', but I didn't. The autobots might be rubbing off on me, to some extent.

"Really?" I asked

"Yes." He said.

I was silent for a moment then spoke, "Um, please don't say this to anyone- and don't even think about recording it-, but... I'm having a slight shortage of energon."

Prowl seemed surprised at that by the way his visor brightened a bit, going even brighter when his helm tilted towards his energon cube.

"I-"

"Don't worry, I'll sort out my own problems, I've done so often enough after my sister-." I threw my servos over my mouth, horrified at what I'd almost said to a stranger- well, Prowl wasn't quite a stranger, but we hardly knew each other so...-.

"Go, leave." I said, barely managing to keep my tears from showing thru my visor.

"But-"

Go." I said firmly, trying to shift my sadness to anger to get him to leave faster.

I wasn't successful with converting my emotions, but I was successful at getting Prowl to leave.

Once I was sure the ninjabot had left, I went straight to my berth and cried most of the night away

Merry Christmas and happy new years!