Shelby still didn't know where they were going, but she was barely paying attention as she pressed every possible button she could, in the new truck. It was brand new and Shelby was babbling all about it and the new features it came with. Dreadwing had not seen her so happy in a long time. This day has been the happiest day of her life and they haven't even gotten to their destination yet. Dreadwing didn't really understand what she was saying about the vehicle, but he was trying. They were driving on the highway. He was taking her a few towns over, a place June and Fowler had told him about. It was about a half hour drive away, Shelby was still babbling when he took the exit. Shelby looked out the window, not sure what she was looking for. Soon enough, they pulled into a parking lot of a restaurant.

"Ohhh it looks so fancy." Shelby squealed.

"The last time I ever did anything fancy was when I was in the military, but I had to be in uniform not a pretty dress." She exclaimed. All Dreadwing could do was give a chuckle. Shelby went to open the door.

"No I got it." He demanded. Shelby couldn't help but laugh. He got out and ran to her side, so he could open her door.

"Such a gentleman." She complemented.

"Anything for you." He said sweetly, holding his hand out so she could step out. They walked arm in arm to the entrance of the building.

A host was standing behind a podium and behind him was a beautifully lit up wall of extravagant art. The young host wore a ironed white button up and a perfectly done black tie. His black hair was sleeked back with gel. He wore a bright smile as they walked up to him.

"Have a reservation?" He asked politely.

"Yes under Fowler." Dreadwing said. Shelby looked at him in confusion.

"Please follow me." The host grabbed silverware and menus and the two followed.

They took their seats and ordered drinks right way.

After the waiter left, Shelby had to ask, "Fowler?" A red tint came to Dreadwings cheeks.

"Fowler made the reservation and because Cybertronians don't have last names per say, he used his." Dreadwing explained.

"Well that make sense. So what made you want to take me somewhere so fancy?" She proceeded to ask.

"Well I wanted to take you on a date, a human custom. I don't know anything about dating. So I asked for some help. This was one June and Fowler told me about. Taking you to a fancy restaurant. I was hoping it would also cheer you up." Dreadwing explained.

A female waitress came by a few minutes later with their drinks and took their orders. Her long red hair was pulled back in a pun and her brown orbs grazing slightly over Dreadwing. Something noticed by Shelby, causing her to send a glare up to the waitress. Dreadwing set his hand on hers, immediately calming her down. As soon and the woman was gone, Shelby took a sip of her wine. Happy Dreadwing let her have some form of alcohol.

"Well it worked. I was cheered up when you asked me on a date." She mumbled the last part.

"What?" He asked with a smirk, already knowing what she said.

"You heard me." She winked, taking another sip.

The night went on better than expected. They talked and laughed over dinner. Never had she expected something like this. This was all so new to both of them. Shelby never really went on dates growing up or even after she joined the military. Any she did go one, were not nearly as special as this. She was falling harder for him now. He made it difficult for her not to fall. From being a Decepticon, to now an Autobot, he never thought something like this would happen to him. The pull in his spark for her was stronger than ever. He may not understand this whole dating thing, but if its what humans do, then he was going to do it. For the beautiful lady sitting, twirling the spaghetti onto her fork.

Little did they know, they were being watched. Over across the restaurant, sat two men. Keeping causal, but watching them enjoy their dinner. One wore a cherry red button up shirt, opened at the top, sleeves rolled slightly up his forearm. His hair matched his shirt and was short and spiked at the top. His eyes were a deep Ruby red with long eyelashes any girl would die for. When he smiled at the waitress, his pearly whites glistened in the light. The other man with him, was dressed in a silver gray suit and blood red tie. What stood out on him wasn't the mans sneering red eyes, it was the crooked nose that sat on his face. His silver hair neatly combed to the side a single red streak lined the side. He gave a sly smile as the two talked about their plan. Knowing everything was going according too.

"Do you want desert?" The waitress asked, picking up their finished plates.

Shelby wiped her mouth, thinking about it. Dreadwing looked at her, giving her the go ahead if she wanted too. Shelby gave a giggle and looked at the desert menu.

"I'd like the chocolate cake, please." She answered.

"Would you like the ice cream with it as well?" The waitress asked writing everything down.

"Yes please." She said putting down the menu.

"And for you sir?" The waitress looked over at Dreadwing, letting her eyes linger a little longer than necessary.

"No I'm alright." He stated, not even looking at the woman, keeping his stare on Shelby. Shelby blushed and tried to hide it. The waitress took his leave.

"I hope you know that you will be trying the chocolate cake." She told him, her smile never waving.

"I will try it for you." Dreadwing told her, keeping his smile as well.

The desert came and they ate it together. Turns out Dreadwing actually loves chocolate. He ate most of the cake, while Shelby had most of the ice cream. They got the check and got ready to depart. Dreadwing stood first and held his hand for Shelby to get up. She took it gladly. This being one of the best nights of her life. As they began to step out of the restaurant, they didn't notice the two men in the back get up as well. Keeping a small bit of distance between them. They followed them out and as the two men rounded the corner, they seemed to vanish into thin air. Dreadwing and Shelby got into the truck and started their drive back to base. Unfortunately, they would never make it back.

*2 days later*

Shelby woke up in a cold dark box, wet from sweat. There was very little light coming from the holes on the ceiling. She stood up and started trying to find a way out. She realized she was alone and didn't remember anything. How did she get there? Where was Dreadwing? She didn't have an answer for any question coming to her mind. It scared her. She hasn't been alone since Dreadwing. She didn't want to be away from him. Did he know where she was? She started to hyperventilate. She was still in the dress from the date. That meaning she didn't have her cigarettes. She could clearly see there was no alcohol either. How long was she out? She started to shake. Fumbling around, banging against the walls. The withdrawals had already started. Sweat slowly began to seep from her forehead and armpits. Her heart felt as if it were going to beat out of her chest. She grabs her stomach, the feeling of nausea washing over her. The other arm hold against the wall, trying to keep it in.

She wobbled to where the light was peering though, though not very much light. Just enough for her to take in the damage done to her dress and her body. She was covered in cuts and gashes. Her left arm was fully bandage. The sleeve had been torn off from the shoulder. She gasped in horror, wondering who did this and what did they see. A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at the torn up emerald green dress. A tear came to her eye. The beautiful dress that held to her figure so perfectly was now ruined. It made her think of Dreadwing and how much she wish he was there right now. Whether he had answers or not, he could still hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright.

The box she was being held in started to shake. This caused her to fall to the ground. Landing on her bad arm, making her shriek. As if in slow motion, the lid to the box slowly began to lift up. Bright light shined though, blinding her to whoever was opening it. Before she could release a scream, a black and purple tentacle reached in and grabbed her.

"Let me go, piece of shit freak!" She screamed.

She knew exactly who it was, but there was no way she was going to say his name. None of them were going to hear her scream their names. Soundwave took her down the halls of the nemesis. She struggled against his grip. She knew she wouldn't be able to get out, but she was going to try anyway. She wished she had her pistol on her. Unfortunately, it wasn't going end the same way it did last time she was in his grip. She did her best to hold the vomit down that was slowly trying to rise up her throat as he walked with her.

He took her to the bridge of the ship. Megatron stood, back to them, looking out of the giant bay windows. Starscream stood beside him, a huge smirk on his face, staring at her. Knockout stood off to the side, looking at the ground. His face was emotionless. Though a glint of sadness showed in his optics. Shelby sent a glare his way, but when she noticed the sadness, she couldn't look at him anymore. She turned her gaze back on Megatron, he now turned around, his deadly gaze on her.

"Welcome back." He sneered. A smirk forming on his face. She gave a low growl. Attempting to not give him the satisfaction of her being here again.

"Soundwave please set down our guest. I don't think she will cause us any problems." Megatron said attempting to be sweet. He pointed over to the podium near the windows. Soundwave did as told and set the shaking women down.

"What makes you think I won't cause any problems?" She snapped up at him as she attempted to stand her ground. When she gained composer, she crossed her arms and kept her eyes anywhere but on Megatron.

"Take a look outside, my dear. I think you will obey this time." He waved his hand towards the window.

Shelby gave a grunt and turned to take a look. The sight, made her want to break down and cry. She fell to her knees. She could hear the laughing of the Decepticons behind her.

There was nothing left, but rubble. The base had been blown to pieces. The beams that held the base in place, were mangled in strange directions. It was clear the Decepticons had been digging though the wreckage. The Autobot symbol, that was once a sight of pride and hope, was now a sign of destruction. Hope seemed all lost now. It made Shelby wonder what happened to the bots. The children. She wanted to ask, but would she get the truth. Her heart was more broken now than it ever was. How was she going to survive now? Her reason for living, was gone. As far as she knew, from what she saw, they could all be dead. She hoped she was wrong. She looked away, unable to look at the wreckage anymore, but she couldn't bring herself to look up at the bastards.

"I think she has had enough of the view, my liege." Knockout spoke, almost surprising Shelby.

"Suppose your right, Knockout. Take her back to her box. We shall begin tomorrow." Megatron ordered.

Knockout walked quickly to grab Shelby. He held her close to his chest as he made his way back to where they had been keeping her. Shelby didn't say a word while sitting in his hand. Shaking, her whole body continued to shake. She stared down, trying to focus on her hands. She never took her eyes off of her hands. She wanted nothing to do with looking at anything else. A groan of pain was then heard. Shelby's eyes snapped up and she saw a door that was opened.

Before the door could close, she screamed, "WHEELJACK!!!"