*Warning- Graphic content and slight nudity*

Shelby couldn't sleep that night. Thoughts from early tonight, ran through her head. She felt something reopen inside her. Going into the field was a good thing. Its just what she needed to get back on her feet. This made her happy. Knowing that she was going to keep her promise to Dreadwing. She took a look up at the berth where he was recharging. Though, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel guilty. She shot her father in the leg. She almost killed him. Did she really want that. Maybe he was right about her. Maybe she couldn't do it. She mentally slapped herself for thinking such things. He was not her father anymore. He was nothing to her and she would be the one to kill him. If Megatron didn't get to him first.

She decided, since she couldn't sleep, to climb up to Dreadwing and try and sleep on his chest. His spark humming and the warmth it gave always helped her fall asleep. With a few grunts and almost falling off, she made it to his chest. She took a look at his face before, she curled up. He looked so calm and peaceful. It made her happy to see him this way. She hoped they would be able to go on their date soon. It made her very happy to know that he feels the same way about her. She never thought he would want to be with her. She just figured he only protected her and became her friend, because she brought him back to life. She hoped it wasn't that, but now she knew it wasn't and it made her very happy.

She curled up into a ball on his chest. She had her pillow with her, as well as a blanket. Though, she didn't think she wouldn't need the blanket. She was in a baggy hoodie and leggings and with Dreadwings spark heating things up. She knew she would be warm enough. Once she was settled, she could feel her eyelids start to get heavy. For some reason she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed sleep. Right before she drifted off, she felt Dreadwing lay his large servo over her. Little did she know, Dreadwing loved it when she would come sleep on top of him. It's the closest he felt to her and he wish he could really sleep in the same bed as her. For now, he was taking things slow with her. He didn't want to scare her.

*Shelby's Nightmare*

Shouting, Shooting, Explosions, Screaming, Blood, Death. I was walking in the middle of it. The battlefield. I came with the convoy to fix one of my weapons equipment, but thats not what I did when I got there. I ran and ran, searching for my comrades. I could hear shouting behind me, telling me to stop and come back. I couldn't, I had find them. There was no one left alive. Everyone...Dead. Bodies lay sprawled out in the open. Shell cases litter the ground, the brass shining against the desert sun. The desert sand was bleeding. Blood coated the ground. I start to slow down as I near my buddies tent. The guys that I had grown close to before we deployed.

I was to late. I was always to late. I fell to my knees, picking up the body of the dead. He was young, they all were. I was there leader and I failed them. My uniform, now covered in his blood. I looked over to see one of my corporals. Though, you would never know if you didn't see his name tag. His head had been crushed. Brain matter and more blood splattered the ground. He didn't even have a chance to survive as they shot him too. Not sure if it was before or after his head being crushed. I sat there, for what seemed like forever, tears flooding out of my eyes. I couldn't save them. I felt a hand on my shoulder. One of my men who came with me, he eyes drooped in sadness, he sniffled trying not to cry. I let go of the body I was holding and stood up. We made our way back to the convoy.

Before we made it, gunfire rang out. We started running, getting behind the vehicles. There never seemed to be a break of fire. I leaned to the side of the vehicle to get a shot in. I was going to kill someone or someone's. Not just one. They killed my men, I was going to kill theirs. I got one kill in, but before I could get another, a bomb went off. The last thing I remember was seeing body's laying around me, fire roaring from one of the vehicles. Then my world going black.

*Back to reality*

She shot up in a pant. Sweat rolling down her face. She tried to get her breath under control. She had been having the same nightmare for ages now. She couldn't get it out of her head.

"Why?" She whispered to herself.

"They're gone. I can't do anything about it." She continued, tears slowly starting to fall.

She remembers Fisher and how he wanted her to come see him and the rest of the guys, who did survive. Maybe it would give her closer to this madness. She rested her elbows on her knees, then took one hand and ran it though her hair. It was all gross and matted from sweating.

"When was the last time I showered?" She asked herself.

Unsure if she should wait for Dreadwing to wake, or just get it over with. She decided to just go. She slid down Dreadwing's side and hopped down to the floor. Making her way over to the bathroom.

She slipped inside, closing and locking the door. She squinted her eyes as she turned on the bright light. She started up the shower, letting it warm up. She took off her hoodie, then her leggings. She stood there in her sports bra and panties, taking a look in the mirror. She hadn't looked at herself in some time. Not liking the way she looked. There are reasons she always keeps a long sleeve shirt on. As she started at herself in the mirror, she took her right hand and rested it on her shoulder. Feeling the back of her shoulder blade, where the scar started. The indent would always be that way. She would always be able to feel it. She just hoped no one would ever have to see it. Its bad enough when she was stuck on the Nemisis, Knockout saw it.

She shivered thinking about it. Shaking away the feeling she stripped out of her panties and sports bra. Making her way into the shower. She pulled open the shower curtain and stepped in, closing it behind her. She let the water run down her naked body. Feeling the warmth from the hot water, soothed her scar on her back, as well as the other scars that have been added to her body. She grabbed the shampoo and started to lather it into her hair. She rinsed the soap out of her hair and did the same with conditioner. Grabbing a hand towel, she lathered that up with soap and made her way over her body. Starting with her neck, going down her arms, getting under her armpits, also shaving, cause that definitely needed to be done. She soaped up her breast and down her stomach. She got all the important places and ended with her feet. She ended with shaving her legs.

Once she was finished rinsing off. She turned off the water, pulled the curtain to the side and grabbed her towel that was hanging up. She slowly started to dry herself off. Clearly not ready to leave the nice hot water. She quickly glances around.

"Shit, I forgot to grab a change of clothes." She says aloud.

She finishes drying her hair as best as she could, before wrapping the towel around her bare body. She quietly opens the door and peaks her head out. Making sure Dreadwing was still in recharge. Noticing he was, she walked quickly to her dresser and put on her nude bra, then put on a pink long sleeve shirt with arms that were laced up with ribbon. The put on a pink and black lace thong, then a pair of black ripped jeans over.

She closed the drawer as silently as she could, but of course is had to give a small squeak at the end. Shelby flinched at the sound and turned to look and see if it woke Dreadwing. He gave a small groan and rolled over onto his side. Shelby let out the breath she was holding and walked over to her bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table next to her bed. Oh how she was craving a drink. It was the one she drank from last night before leaving to Raf's house. She felt proud of herself for not drinking since she got back, but now she was going to give in. She grabbed the bottle and screwed off the cap. She tipped her head back and took a nice long drink of the whiskey. After she finished, she took the back of her hand and wiped the access off her lips. It wouldn't give her a buzz, but it felt good going down her throat. Knowing that, she took another swig.

Before she knew it, she had finished the bottle. It was at three quarters when she started. She set the bottle down on the desk and laid down on her bed. Staring at the ceiling. She reached over and grabbed her pack of cigarettes of the desk with out sitting up or even looking over. She pulled one of the long nicotine sticks out of the box and put it in between her lips. Grabbing the lighter, she lit up the room from the tiny flame. She took a large inhale from the first drag. Then released a large cloud of smoke. She took drag after drag, enjoying it. She was buzzing a bit now. Her head started to feel light and dizzy. It was her favorite feeling. Except the feeling Dreadwing gave her, when he did something cute, or said something cute, just him overall gave her a wonderful feeling.

The buzz didn't last long. Soon she was looking for another bottle. Unfortunate for her, the bots had locked up the rest of her liquor when she wasn't looking. They were trying to help her and she knew that, but it did make her angry. When she wanted her alcohol, she was going to get it. Before she went to try and break into the liquor cabinet, she looked around her room, to see if she hid a bottle around. She gave a sigh in defeat. Then swiftly left the room to get more.