Everyone was panicking. Sunstreaker is heading back to base. Skylar was still gone and we had no idea where she was. We didn't had much time either to find her. "He's here..." I glanced at Mirage. "No, he's an hour too early," I hissed back. "Well, he just drove through the gate after Optimus," Jazz said. "He's going to murder us," I sulked. "He's going to murder you," Mirage scowled. A silence fell, no one said a thing as my brother walked in. It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. Optimus glanced at my brother for a moment. "Sunstreaker..." I wheeled over to him. I am not going to embrace him, no matter how badly I wanted. He hated it and I had to tell him bad news already.

"I missed you..." I said. He flashed me a weak smile. "I missed you too..." His icy blue optics scanned the room. "Where is she? Where's my girl?" he asked. I looked at Prowl but they were all too afraid to tell him the truth. I can't blame him. "She's... not at the base right now." Mirage said. "Then where is she?" My brother's attitude just dropped from being calm to pure hate and anger in only a matter of seconds. "She was injured... she climbed over the fence to go after you so... Ratchet patched her up... she's fine now but... uhm, Prowl--" the said mech cut me off. " No, it wasn't my call, Sideswipe. It was a demarcated decision," he said.

"A democratic decision?!" Jazz snapped. "It was Lennox idea," Prowl said. "Hey, no... I said it but I didn't tell you to actually do it," the mech snapped. "To actually do it? You told me to do it," Prowl said. "No, I told you to talk to Ratchet," Lennox said. "Don't involve me in this... I wasn't the one to cuff her to the bed after she woke up, you told Jolt to do that." The blue snorted angrily, "no! I got forced to do it, Jazz told me to do it." Steam emerged from Sunstreaker's nose. "Where is she!" He shouted. "She got locked up in the basement and escaped. We don't know where she is. We tried to locate her but we don't know."

I thought Sunstreaker was going to explode. His frame heated up so much, that I saw the heat radiating off his frame. In his fury, he smashed his fist into the wall. "I am going to murder the one who's responsible for this!" He sneered. "Let me help—" he hit me and threw me on the floor. "One job! You had one fucking job and that was to look after her!" He yelled. My brother transformed and drove off. Optimus sighed and shook his helm in disapproval.

((Skylar's P.O.V))
I had to walk quite a bit part towards the other train station and it started to rain. When I arrived, I sat down and waited. The train was delayed and this train station was as good as dead. I wiped some tears off my cheeks, looking at Sunny's knife. Thinking about him hurt. I placed his knife on my wrist and started cutting, very slow and steady. I closed my eyes for a moment as they stinging pain washed over me. I jolted a little as I felt someone lay hands on my knees. "Sweetspark." I stared in Sunny's icy blue eyes and I needed a moment to realize he was actually here and I could touch him.

"Sunstreaker..." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Sweetspark, what did I tell you about chasing me?" He asked. "You jackass! Why did you leave," I snapped. He rubbed my cheek. "Because I had too." Sunstreaker got up from his crouching position in front of me and sat beside me on the bench. "Don't cry." He flashed me a smile. "Can I have that back?" He pointed at the knife in my hand. It wasn't really a question. He took it from me and licked the blood off his knife. "Why did you that for?" I mumbled. "Because you taste good," he purred. I rolled my eyes.

"Where have you been?"

"I could tell you now but you're emotionally drained and soaking wet so I suggest we leave this place," he said and got up. He took my hand and led me towards his alt-mode. Before I hopped in, I pulled him in a tight hug. He rubbed my back a couple of times before he freed me. "Hop in." I got in his alt-mode and buckled up. "I thought you would be in a better state." I sighed and I felt him looking at me as the tears started to flow again. "Why are you crying? I thought you would be happy to see me," he said with a raised brow. "I am happy to see you... that's why I am crying."

"You cry because you're happy?" he asked to confirm. "Promise me to never leave me again." Sunstreaker snorted, "Whatever, yeah..." he muttered. He drove for some time. "Could you please stop crying?" he asked. "I am not crying anymore," I sulked. He snorted and grabbed my jaw, turning my head to face him. "You are a mess," he said. He frowned a little and bit his lip.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))
I tried to cheer her up a little bit but she was so upset. I didn't know why. "Sweetspark," she glanced at me again. Despite her best effort to pull a smile on her face, I saw deep sadness. She showed what I have been feeling for a very long time. Depression. She couldn't suffer from the same pain as me right? I felt a wave of panic wash over me. She needs sleep, I am sure she'll feel better tomorrow. She can't feel this pain, that pain that tears you apart inside. I glanced at her bleeding arm. I used to do that when I was upset. Fear clutched onto my stomach. Did they break her? If Ironhide never killed me, then it never would have happened in the first place.

I decided to make a stop at a motel since she was shivering like crazy and we still had to drive for an hour. "What are you doing?" she raised a brow. "We stay here for the night, I think that's the best option for not and besides, you're soaking wet so I will get you some new clothing, okay?" she looked anxiously at me. "It wasn't a question." I parked and got her a room. "I will be back in thirty minutes, okay?" She tightly grabbed my arm. "My clothes will dry... don't leave me alone." I cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine," I said. Usually, I would give her a knife to make her feel saver, but I didn't trust her with a knife. Scared she would cut herself again.

"Take a shower," I repeated. "No... Sunstreaker–" I pushed her down and marched over to the door. "Sunstreaker..." I looked over my shoulder. "I will come back, don't worry so much... jeez," I scowled before I left and slammed the door shut behind me. I got her some clothing and within thirty minutes I returned but wasn't prepared for the sight. I thought she would take a shower and lay in bed to stay warm, but she still hadn't showered and seemed to be in some sort of panic mode. "Skylar." I kicked the door shut and crouched down next to her on the ground. "Skylar..." I shook her and made her look at me. She lunged for me and hugged me for dear life.

"Why haven't you showered like I told you to do?" I asked. She didn't reply on my question and kept sobbing. I got up and brought her to the bathroom, taking off her clothing and pushed her in the shower stall. Her leg was bleeding. I don't know how she managed to make it look so bad, but Ratchet needed to check it. Some stitches were ripped.

After she showered we laid in bed and I got behind her, rubbing her scalp like she had done so many times with me when I was upset or angry. I hoped that it would help to calm her down a little bit. Softly, I pressed a kiss on her head and whispered sweat things in Cybertronian near her ear. "I am not going anywhere," I whispered. Skylar opened her eyes. "No, close your eyes," I murmured. She hummed a lullaby and she fell asleep briefly after. I thanked Primus for that and kissed the crook of her neck. What have they done to her?