There's something satisfying about watching glasses crumble into deadly shards and jagged edges. The most beautiful things are suddenly poisonous and deadly. Just the smallest slip could maim or kill as you walk over the tiny pieces, praying not to slip and feel the searing warm blood seeping from up and down your body, glass ingrained into your body.

These two idiots throw themselves headfirst into the glass, relentlessly going back for more and more. They're satisfied, basking in the satisfaction of watching glass crumble, dancing in the brokenness around them.

I followed them into the chaos, as much as I wanted to deny it, and pin every bit of blame on their glass-ridden and torn frames. They were my idiots, and as much as  chewed them out and whined and complained and said things when I got upset with their antics, they always had my back when I needed them the most.

Except for when they didn't and I tumbled into chaos, letting my world crumble all around me and fall into a million pieces as I reached for the hand that slipped, the warrior that could barely stand, let alone fight, and the life that I was only meant to live in my dreams.

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I'd woken up to an argument, and suddenly wished I had been any place other than where my rescuers (that term was really only applicable to one of the two, Sunstreaker or something) were at the time. I definitely did not appreciate the extra headache juice that my brain so did not need.

"I said I was sorry!" Sideswipe barked angrily.

"Oh, apologizing to me doesn't do slag! She could have died, idiot, and we don't need to give the boss any more reason to throw us out!"

"But he fixed her, right?"

"Humans can't get fixed as fast as us, Sides. You're lucky she doesn't remember your idiocy!"

"I told you I didn't see her!"

"That's absolute bull slag, and you know it too, slagger!"

"They're so small and weak and defenseless!"

"Yet they've created weapons that easily destroy my forces. AT-74 missiles hurt like a dirty little-"

"Easy there, Whiplash," Sunstreaker frowned. "I know you have your issues with those missiles, but none of us have enjoyed getting hit with them,"

"I'm responsible for you idiots, and when you go and blow yourselves up, then I have to answer as to why you can't go fight off enemy soldiers, and I hate messing up,"

"Pit slagging anti-transformer missiles," Sideswipe snapped, "And humans too. It's not even a creative name, Transformers," he scoffed, "And Anti-Transformer missiles? Slagging idiots,"

"Peace, Sideswipe. They know no better. Their only experiences with the Autobots have not helped our reputation amongst the people," a gentle, regal voice said, and I felt myself stiffen.

Oh my freaking- these were actually aliens!

"Yeah, and that's partially our fault too, Sides, so just take your medicine and shut up," Sunstreaker barked.

"For maybe all of two nanoclicks,"

He vented, strained as his hydraulics hissed. "That doesn't make us blameless,"

"Unbelievable. Are you sure your processor hasn't been fried?"

"Yeah, but I wish yours wasn't!" He retorted, and the whole room went silent. "Please, Sideswipe. I just wish you'd listen to me,"

When no reply came, I allowed one eye to just barely open and I peered through my eyelashes, tentatively, and saw them all looking away. What freaking luck!

Joyfully, I shot up, and peered over the edge of the metal slab I was on. Only a feet feet off the ground, so I swung my feet over the edge and pushed myself off, bending my knees and crouching as soon as I hit the ground.

My ankle popped, and I whipped my head over to see if they would turn to see me. The colossal giants, however, appeared to be at least partially unable to hear me move, so summoned my courage and ran for the door, slipping behind a massive table leg.

However, my balance failed me, legs shaking and knees weak as I struggled to keep myself from stumbling.

I failed miserably, and collapsed with a grunt as the wind was knocked out of me. "Ow," I croaked, hands flying up to my head as it proceeded to ache.

"Now, now, where are you headed?" A playful voice cut in, and I looked up in horror to see a bright baby blue robot looking down at me. So, I did the only natural thing I could think of.

I screamed, and scooted as far underneath the table as I could, pressing my back against the cool metal wall, hyperventilating.

I had so not signed up for this.

"Get away from me you freaking alien!" I shrieked, looking around frantically for anything at all to throw, but I settled on a scrap piece of metal, and tossed it clear across the underside of the table.

It didn't even scratch him, and bounced off, hitting the floor loudly. If they didn't know I was awake, they sure as freaking all things did now.

"KO, you're scaring the absolute bejesus outta her! Knock it off!" A female sounded voice chipped in.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shrieked, still searching for something else to throw. I found nothing.

"She said leave her alone. Leave her be, warriors,"

"But she's hurt-!"

"She will live, good doctor. Take your leave. I shall attend to this matter,"

"Boss, come on, I don't think you're exactly not intimidating to a civilian-"

"Enough, Sunstreaker. The matter is settled. Sort out whatever issues require your attention, and do not tell me there are none, because I believe your bond is stressed beyond what is healthy,"

A silence fell. "Come on, Sunny," a softer voice offered, "You can't take on every burden. It's not your weight to carry,"

"Don't call me Sunny," he snapped, hardly indicating any intention of leaving.

But eventually, the massive horde of alien robots eventually made its way out of the room, leaving me under the table, pressed against the wall as firmly as I could muster, and let's not forget the big boss, whose shining metal legs I could see even as I tried to keep myself from looking. My heart pounded relentlessly, and breaths were short and shallow, so I felt more like I was suffocating than actually breathing.

Oh I was so freaking toast.