*With Dreadwing*

Dreadwing woke up with a heavy pant. He was back in his real form. Though, he was unsure of how he got there. Only moments ago he was with Shelby, driving back to base. He tried to remember how he got back to his bipedal mode. He looked around and realized he was on the medical table in base. He quickly sat up. A wave of dizziness swept over him, making him have to lay down again. He started hearing noises. At first he wasn't sure what he was hearing. Slowly he started to realize it was explosions and gun fire. He tried to get up again, before he could stand up, Ratchet came running into the med bay.

"Oh thank the Allspark your awake. We need to go now." He roared. He quickly helped Dreadwing to his feet.

"Where is Shelby?" Dreadwing managed to mumble out.

"We don't know, she didn't come back with you." Ratchet tried to tell him.

"What do you mean she didn't come back with me? How did I get back?" Dreadwing questions, pain showing though his vocalizers.

"There is no time to explain. The decepticons are about to blow the base up. We need to leave." Ratchet snapped.

Dreadwing stopped talking. Though, he was still very worried about Shelby.

The next few moments, were a blur to him. As he has yet to fully recover from what happened to him. The last thing he remembered was being told by Prime not communicate and he flew out of the ground bridge. He had no idea where he was and he was now alone. No clue what happened to Shelby or the others. He knew he couldn't stay in his jet mode, for he was an easy target. He franticly looked for a place to hide. Taking cover in an abandoned barn was the only choice he seemed to have. The only thought on his mind was to find Shelby, then find the others. He had too. For now he would wait tell morning to come, then he would start his search.

Morning came and he had still not heard anything from the others. He knew the con's would be listening for them to contact each other, but he was still hoping for this all to be a dream. He walked out of the weather beaten barn and looked to the skys. Hoping for some sign to tell him where he was. For he had no clue where the Prime had sent him. He debated back and forth on whether he should fly or stay put. If he flew, he could easily be spotted, but if he stayed put they might never find him. He chose to fly and head back to Jasper, it was the only thing he could do, and he bet the others were doing the same. He was able to get his navigations working and started heading towards Jasper, Nevada.

*Late Afternoon*

He had been flying for some time now. He figured out that he was ground bridge to some abandoned town in Washington state. He was getting close to Jasper now. He hoped he might spot some of the others along the way. So far he has had no luck. That was until he saw a Energon cloud to the East. That was his cue and he turned and flew as fast as he could. Which, for being a jet, was very fast. He kept going, Energon was running low, he needed to get to the others fast. As he was realizing all of this, he realized another problem. How was he going to charge? Shelby had gotten him the generator to charge him. How was he going to get another one without her? Then thinking of Shelby, made him miss her more. Where was she? She should be with him, flying with her to find the others. She should be laughing and joking, keeping our minds off of everything going on right now.

The smoke from the Energon Explosion was dying down now. Lucky for Dreadwing he was just about there. As he got closer he saw the two wreckers running for their lives. From what, he wasn't sure. Until he heard the roar of the dragon behind him. He turned and got behind the metal dragon and started to shoot at it. While he was doing that, he barely noticed the two wreckers being picked up by an unknown spaceship. Hopefully they were the good guys. Both Dreadwing and the new ship were able to shoot the thing out of the sky. He then followed the ship. Knowing the good guys were on the ship. They would know where to go, hopefully.

They flew for sometime. The ship never turned and shot at him, so he knew he was in the clear. The wreckers knew him. They would vogue for him. They soon flew into a clearing and the ship started to descend. Dreadwing followed in suit. The ship put down its landing gear and Dreadwing transformed. Landing with a loud thump on the ground. He watched as Ratchet, Bumblebee and Raf came running out of the Harbinger.

"Dreadwing! Your here too!" Raf exclaimed, a huge grin on his face.

They turned to the ship and watched as a platform started coming down. On it was the Wreckers (including Miko), Arcee and Jack, and a bot he recognized but didn't remember who he was.

He watched at the three children ran and hugged each other.

"Ultra Magnas." Ratchet gasped.

"Doctor" Magnas replied, seemingly calm.

Dreadwing now understood who he was. Ultra Magnas had been Optimus Prime's right hand man back on Cybertron. Dreadwing noticed that Magnas had yet to notice he was there. He was kind of glad, he didn't need someone to start shooting at him. Dreadwing started to look around. He didn't see Shelby anywhere. This made him nervous. He finally had a reason to speak.

"Where's Shelby?" It came out quieter than he thought.

Everyone turned and looked at him. Before anyone could answer and before Ultra Magnas could question him, the sound of a helicopter propellers were heard in the distance. Magnas lifted his weapon to shoot it down, thinking it was a Decepticon, but the others stopped him before he could. When it landed, Fowler and June jumped out and ran to the group.

The hugging then continued, causing Dreadwing to get angry.

"Where is Shelby!?" He yelled over the chattering crowd.

Magnas brought up his gun, but it was Ratchet who stopped him. Ratchet walked forward. Everyone besides Magnas had their heads bowed. They knew something that he didn't and it made it furious.

"Why do you all look upset? What happened?" He spat out, backing away from Ratchet as he got closer.

"Dreadwing. She didn't come back with you. We wanted to go look for her. Believe me, we really did. But it was to late for us to be able too. Something happened while you guys were gone. The truck or her didn't come back. You all of a sudden were in your real form. Before I could get answers or figure anything out. The rest of the bots came back and I had just got you in the med bay. We had no time to try and do anything. We had to leave. I'm sorry, Dreadwing." Ratchet was barely able to say the last few lines.

Dreadwing looked back at them all in shock. There was no way this was happening to him. He was speechless. He mouth gaped open, eyes wide. His hand clenched together and started to shake. Finally he looked away from them all. He went to transform, ready to go look for her, but was stopped.

"What happened?" Arcee stepped up and asked, putting her hand on Dreadwing's arm. He looked down at her in surprise.

"I don't know. I remember us walking out to the truck. Then next thing I know, I wake up on the examination table. Her smile is the last thing I saw." He explained.

He could barely stand, he was so distraught. Arcee took her hand off of his and slowly backed away. Time seemed to stand still. No one knew what to do. There was nothing anyone could do to help him or make him feel better.

"Dreadwing, I know where she is, but your not going to like it." Wheeljack spoke up. Dreadwing swung around and stared daggers at him.

"Why didn't you say something before? Tell me!" Dreadwing ordered, his voice raised.

"I know I should of said something right away, but it's not easy. Megatron has her. I caught a glimpse of her while I was being tortured on the nemesis. Knockout was carrying her somewhere. She saw me and yelled for me. If she hadn't said anything, I never would have known she was there." Wheeljack said sadly, his head bowed and a frown formed on his face.

Dreadwing didn't know how this could of happened. He put his hands on his head and started to pace. He was so angry, he didn't know what to do first. He had to go save her. That's what he was going to do.

"The other thing, um... She didn't look to good. I don't know the extent of it, but she was defiantly shaking and disheveled." Wheeljack added.

Dreadwing fell to his knees, hands fell to his side. He looked up to the sky and started to scream. Just letting it out. A tear rolled out of his optic and down his cheek.

"Dreadwing, if we are to get her back, we need you." Bulkhead said from the back ground. Dreadwing stood up, dusted off his knees and wiped away the last few tears rolling down. He turned around and looked at the group. Everyone was waiting for his answer.

"Alright, how do we do this?" He questioned.