Sunstreaker stood there for a few moments. Thinking over what he was just told. She feels something for him. He wanted to laugh at that statement. How was he supposed to believe that the ignorant fleshie, whose been trying to avoid him like he does her, has feelings for him and doesn't even understand why. Well he didn't understand why either. Just looking at her made his spark hum a little faster. Just hearing her talk made a shiver run down his spinal struts. What was this woman doing to him? He had more important things to worry about. He should not be worrying about or thinking about a inhuman unemotional ex-soldier. She needed to stay nothing to him. No matter how hard he tried, he knew that statement would never be true. He was falling for her, he just wouldn't let himself believe it.

Nichole finally pulled herself away from the door and turned around to try and go back to sleep. As she turned she noticed the gold bot walking out of the hanger down towards his room. Her heartstrings seemed to tug a little as she watched him walk away. She pressed her hand to her chest, over her heart. Her eyes squinted in confusion as she looked down at her chest. She decided it was probably best to ignore the feeling. It was probably nothing.

"Let's go back to bed, Diesel." She said walking to the other side of the hanger where they usually slept.

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked following her.

"I think so. I'll be fuckin fine." He didn't believe her, but he didn't question her either. He transformed and she hopped in.

"NICHOLE!" She jumped at the sound of her name being yelled across the bay.

"What the fuck?" She said after banging her head on Diesel's ceiling.

"NICHOLE!" Her name was yelled again. She looked out the window to see the lime green doctor.

"What does he want?" She growled.

"I don't know but you should probably go find out." Diesel answered. She gave a low groan getting out of the cab. She trudged over the doc bot.

"What you want, Ratchet?" She asked stopping in front of him.

"We need to talk." He turned and started walking over to the med bay. She turned, looking at Diesel, giving him a questionable look. He transformed and followed, giving her a just as curious look.

Nichole sat up on the human berth, while Ratchet, who what in his holoform ran some more test. He had yet to tell her anything.

"What is this about, Ratchet?" She said with an annoying tone in her voice. All he did was put a finger up to silence her. She crossed her arms and gave a low growl. She had been sitting there for over a half an hour now and she was getting restless. Diesel stood off to the side, watching the whole ordeal.

"Are you feeling any pain in your zygomas?" Ratchet asked, not even looking over at her. When she didn't say anything, cause she had no idea what he was talking about, he spoke again,

"Your cheekbones." He drawled out looking at her.

"Oh, no." She said with a straight face.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"I have a very high pain tolerance. I don't usually notice an injury unless Diesel notices it first. Why what's wrong with my cheekbones?" She put her hand up to her face, caressing where her scar lay.

"I had to some research and I found out you have a fracture in your cheekbone. I'm just surprised your not in any pain and have no swelling or bruising." His voice started out strong then went to a mumble. Making it hard for her to hear. Diesel even leaned in.

"So, she has a fracture in her face, that the VA doctors didn't bother to take care of? How the frag do you fix that?" Diesel asked. Ratchet gave him a nod but didn't answer right away.

"They might not have noticed it right away, because they were more concerned about getting the cut sewed up and stop the bleeding. She may have had swelling and bruising but it might have been in the beginning, so it went down as her injury healed. From what it looks like on my scanners, it's already started to heal on its own." Ratchet explained. This was a lot of information for Nichole to take in.

"So, what's wrong then? It's healing, that's all that matters right?" She asked feeling her face again. The scar had begun to dampen a little. Still very prominent, but not a bright red that it was or as large. The line was starting to thin out a little, but it would never go away.

"I'm worried that if we just let it go, it will heal wrong. Or it may ruin some of the muscle tissue around it as it tries and heals. It was a deep fracture. I'm surprised you didn't feel it. Well actually I'm not to surprised, you were probably in too much pain from the deep cut of your flesh." He explained, leaning against his computer system. Nichole nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you want to do doc?" He winced at the nickname but didn't say anything.

"We need to do corrective surgery on it." He stated clearly.

"So, more stitches and more healing and more of sitting around doing nothing?" She grunted out, not happy but understood.

"I'm afraid so. It should be a quick easy surgery." She gave a drawn-out sigh and looked up at Diesel. Diesel just looked down at her and gave a shrug.

"Alright, when do you want to do this?" she asked looking at Ratchet with a straight face.

"Your getting surgery done?!?" Sunstreaker wondered when he ran into Nichole after she was done talking to Ratchet.

"What the fuck? Were you eavesdropping?" She snapped up at him.

He rolled his optics at her and decided it wasn't worth it and walked around her to where ever he was going. He didn't know exactly what the surgery was for, he just over heard that she needed to get it done. It honestly worried him a bit. He wanted to know more about it but didn't want anyone to think he actually cares. He stopped when he got to the end of the hall, he stopped and turned a bit to see Nichole walking away. His spark seemed to long for her, but there was no way he was going to admit that. Diesel walked out of Ratchets office, blocking Sunstreaker's view. Giving a low sigh, he went back to what he was doing.

It was going to be about a week before Ratchet would be ready to do the surgery. He would have preferred she go to the VA and have an actual human doctor do the surgery, but she refused. She wanted nothing to do with the VA. It was bad enough she had to go there for mental health appointments. Though she hasn't been to one since Diesel's return. She hoped if she ignored it, no one else would remember.

"Nichole, come here." Lennox yelled from his office, he had seen her walk by. She groans, not really wanting to deal with anyone else at this time.

"Why does everyone need to talk to me today?" she asked not expecting an answer.

"Can I help you, sir?" she said leaning against his doorway.

"You missed your mental health appointment the other day." She stood there, looking at her nails. She felt his eyes on her and she gave him a dull look.

"And?" he gave a groan and leaned on his elbows that sat on his desk.

"You're not supposed to miss those appointments. How do you expect to get cleared?" She couldn't help but laugh. He thought she was going to be cleared. She's psycho, they would never let her be cleared. She was lucky she wasn't in an Asylum.

When she finally got all the laughter out of her, she gave him a serious look and said, "It really doesn't matter. I'll never be cleared." Her eyes darkening as she talked. He kept his eyes off her. Her intimidating look shoot right through him.

"Well you have to go. I was able to make you an appointment for tomorrow morning. Sunstreaker will be taking you. No excuses and no getting out of it either." He pointed a finger at her using a demanding tone.

"Does it have to be Sunstreaker?" She groaned, her arms crossed, and she stood straight.

"Yes, it does." He tried hard to hold back the smirk that was threatening to leave his lips. A scowl left her lips as she stormed out of his office. After she was gone, he left out the laugh he was holding back.

"What did the major want?" Diesel asked as Nichole came down the stairs.

"I think he just wants to piss me off." She mumbled.

"What happened now?" Diesel looked down at her. She looked up sheepishly, know he wouldn't be happy with what she was about to tell him.

"Well um." She paused and rubbed the back of her neck. He crossed his arm and raised a brown.

"Spit it out." He ordered.

With a sigh she answered. "Um well I was supposed to go to an appointment a few days ago and I didn't. So now I have to go tomorrow morning and Sunstreaker has to take me." She finished and brushed a loose hair out of her face. Keeping her eyes everywhere else but on Diesel.

"Your telling me that you missed one of your mental health appointments. An appointment that you needed to go to. What was your excuse for missing it?" He towered over her, glaring down at her. She felt tiny at this point. Diesel was the only one who could make her feel this way. She didn't have an answer for him. He knew she wouldn't.

"You better make that appointment tomorrow. If I could take you I would. So Sunstreaker better make sure. I'm going to go find him and talk to him about it." And with that, he left her standing in the hanger.