It was the next morning and the first thing Nichole did when she got up, was go take a shower. It was one of the only times she went in her room, except to change and do morning hygiene. Her bed was still made from the day she found out Diesel was still alive. She stood in the bathroom, using a fan to clear the steam from the mirror, brushing her long brown hair, then put it into a French braid. She set the brush down and set her hands on the counter, leaning on them. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in her appearance. In a week the thin line of the scar would be reopened and re stitched. Something she was not looking forward too, but she knew it had to be done. Diesel wouldn't let her not get the fracture fixed. He always looks out for her, even though she can't look out for herself. With a sigh she turned and walked out of the bathroom heading to the dresser.

She pulls out a pair of faded black low-rise skinny jeans out of the bottom drawer and pulls them over her plain black boy short panties. Out of the second drawer she pulls out a few different tops, not sure what she should wear. Most of her clothes were tomboyish, but she still dressed like the female she was. She chose a blood red low-cut t-shirt, two black stripes on the sleeves. She slipped it over her plain black bra she wore. As she finished tying her boot laces there was a knock on the door. She gave a low groan and stood, walking to the door. She opened it slightly to see Sunstreaker's holoform wearing a golden t-shirt with black stripe offset down the front of his well-built chest. He had golden blond spiky hair. His eyes were the color of Energon and had a hard look to them. His eyebrows arched and looked angry. He had high cheekbones, a chiseled clean-shaven jaw. His lips were in a thin line. Showing how unhappy he was. Before she could finish checking him out, he spoke, "You ready to go, fleshie?" He asked looking down at her. She gave a groan and she replied she was. She made sure to grab a pair of sunglasses, then walked out and locked her door behind her, then followed the holoform out to the hanger.

They said nothing between them as they walked into the hanger. She walked over to Diesel before getting in the vehicle. "You better get to your appointment on time. Sunstreaker has orders to make sure you get to the VA and you get into the appointment." Diesel explained with his hands on his hips, looking down at the growling female. She gave him a nasty look before saying goodbye and getting into the golden Lamborghini. Sunstreaker kept his holoform on in the driver seat and she got into the passenger.

"You going to buckle up?" He stated more than asked. She rolled her eyes and pulled the buckle over her chest and hooked it. He gave a low sigh and drove off. It was just like the day him and Sides took her out to in town to get her out of the base, as they brought Diesel back. They rode in silence. Nichole kept her eyes out the window, not giving Sunstreaker a glance. Her sunglasses shielded her eyes from the blinding sun, though there really was no need with his tinted windows.

It didn't take to long for them to get to the VA hospital. Sunstreaker pulled up to the gate to the parking garage.

"Business?" The security guard asked.

"Appointment." Sunstreaker told him. The guard nodded and opened the gate. They drove through and Sunstreaker drove all the way to the top, finding a parking spot away from the other cars.

"Worried someone might scratch your paint." Nichole foretold, trying to hide the smirk forming on her face. He sent a glare her way, making her unable to hide her smirk anymore. She quickly unbuckled and got out of the lambo, slamming the door once out.

"Don't slam my door." He barked at her, checking to make sure she didn't make a dent. She rolled her eyes under the cover of her sunglasses. "Baby." She muttered under her breath as she started walking away, not waiting for Sunstreaker to catch up. He was to busy making sure his finish was intact he didn't notice her walking away. By time he noticed, she was about to step into the elevator.

"Nichole, don't you dare." He warned, running to the elevator. She let out a chuckle as the door closed right before he could get in. she could hear him scream her name as the elevator went down.

This was her chance and she was going to take it. She had no plans on going to the stupid appointment. Her plan was just to ditch Sunstreaker long enough to miss the appointment. Sure, if she went she could try and convince the therapist to let her have a gun, but there was no way she wanted to talk about her feelings. She wondered what she was going to do as the elevator went down. She had to make sure she got down before Sunstreaker did. So, she decided to stop on the second floor, knowing he would most likely go to the first floor. Then the last minute, she thought, they had that weird pull and she knew he might try to use it against her. The elevator stopped. Her heart raced as the doors slowly opened. She didn't see anything right away as she slowly stuck her head out. Then she saw the golden shoes coming down the stairs and begin walking towards the elevators.

"Shit! Close! Close!" She muttered to herself, pressing the close door button on the elevator.

"Well I guess I could hang out in the elevator for an hour. He can only run so fast up and down the stairs." She said to herself.

The elevator began to slow again, landing on the first floor. She let it open, then quickly let it close again. She chose not to press a button. Hoping it would just stay where it was. She leaned back and let out a breath. Then the elevator began to move again.

"Shit." She cursed. She watched the numbers go up. No idea what number it was going to land on. It stopped and slowly opened. There was a couple standing there waiting to get on.

"Hey, have either of you seen a blond guy, about 6 feet tall, bright blue eyes and wearing a golden t-shirt." She asked, here eyes wide, looking behind them. The older couple both shook their head no. Nichole thought for a moment, then pushed them out of the way, running down the parking garage. He would have figured out a way to get on the elevator. He isn't stupid. She slid in between two cars. Sitting next to the wall. She was on the third floor now. He would have to look through the whole parking garage to find her. She did her best to slow her breathing down, not trying to cause any attention to herself.

She was doing pretty good. That was tell one of the cars she was hiding in between decided to move. She stayed low as the car moved away. What she didn't expect was to find herself staring into the bright blue eyes of Sunstreaker. All she did was groan, knowing she was caught and the look on his face said it all. "Fuck." She muttered. His fist was clenched together at his side, his face was turning red in anger. She stood facing him with a straight, emotionless face. He stormed over to her stopping right in front of her. Her eyes eyelevel with his chest, making her look up at him.

"I'm not the only one that's pissed with you." Is all he said. He grabbed her arm and they made it over to the elevator. He never let go of her as they walked into the hospital. She groaned and whined the whole way. Only doing so to piss Sunstreaker off more and it was working. "Will you shut up?" He growled into her ear. The smirk couldn't be wiped from her face, the sight of him annoyed was lovely.

"Nichole James to see Dr. Matthews." Sunstreaker said through clenched teeth to the lady at the desk. The lady looked at the two in question. Confusion written on her face, noticing his grip on Nichole's arm.

"Don't ask." Nichole snarled at the lady who was staring at her.

"Last four?" she quickly asked looking down at her computer. Nichole snapped her mouth shut, not willing to tell. Sunstreaker squeezed her arm tighter, making her growl.

"1234" she seethed.

"Alright you know your fifteen minutes late?" She looked between the two.

"We had some trouble finding the place." Sunstreaker lied.

"Alright, take a seat." Sunstreaker nodded in thanks and walked Nichole over to the waiting area.

"If you ever pull that crap again, I will squish you." Sunstreaker threatened as they sat down.

"Feel free." She whispered back to him. A shiver ran up his spine as she whispered in his ear.

"Nichole" A older gentlemen stood near the doorway, holding up a clipboard. Nichole gave a quick glare to Sunstreaker before standing up. Sunstreaker went to follow but was stopped by Nichole.

"Its confidential. I will come back, just wait here." She pushed him back with the palm of her hand. His eyes wide, not at what she said, but from her touch. She retracted her hand quickly, not liking the feeling she felt. One more glance at him and she rushed to see the doc. She followed the therapist down a long white hallway, filled with pictures of heroes and some cool sayings. Something to motivate the ones who lost that motivation so long ago.

"Please take a seat." He gestured to the seat near his desk. She stood next to the chair, took a quick look at the seat.

"No thanks I'll stand." Her voice quiet, but not yet a whisper.

"So, what happened since the last time I saw you? I know you missed the last appointment." He asked putting his glasses on and looking at me.

"Nothing." She looked him straight in the eye, warning him with a glance.

"Now last time we talked, you just got medically separated. You just came back from war. You got taken to the NEST base because of your affiliation with the Autobots." She rolled her eyes at him. Not liking where this was going.

"How are you doing with losing your partner?"

"Don't need to worry about that anymore. He's not dead." He looked at her in surprise before writing it all down.

"Are you happy he's still around?"

"No shit sherlock." Her arms were crossed now as she looked out the window.

"How has it been at the base? With all the other Autobots?" She sent a glare, that told him all he needed to know. Not like the icy look she gave him, he shifted in his chair and cleared out his throat.

"Alright, not good..."

"When can I have my weapons back?" She interrupted. He gave a sigh and took off his glasses.

"Nichole, you know why you can't have guns." She rolled her eyes and leaned against the window sill.

"Yeah cause I gave a stupid warning shot to some fucker who didn't know his place. I haven't killed anyone." her voice raised as she looked back over to him.

"That's not the only reason and you know that." She gave a sigh and he continued.

"You have seen a lot of action. You have seen more than the normal person. You were a trigger happy soldier..."

"Marine!" "I'm sorry Marine. It doesn't change the fact that you could kill without a reason."

"Anyone I killed was because they were the enemy. That was my reason."

"You killed innocent women and children."

"Stop! I did what I was ordered to do."

"Doesn't that lay on your conscious?"

There was a pause for a moment before she answered. "No, it doesn't. I did was I was ordered."

"You were the only one who took that order so seriously. You were the only one who did it. No one else participated and you know it."

"That's only because the other chickened out. They didn't have the heart to kill women and children. They were weak. All those people I killed were going to die anyway. Whether it was my hand or not." She stood breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes turned a dark stone gray, focusing in on the therapist.

"Why were you the one that had to do it? Why don't you have any remorse?" he asked after she calmed down.

"That's just who I am."

"Someone had to make you that way. I'm sure growing up you weren't so cold towards people. I'm sure you were a happy girl growing up." She slammed her hand on his desk, removing space between them.

"You know nothing about my past and you never will."

"I can't help you if I don't know something about your past."

"you can't help me."

"I could if you would let me. I'm sure if you told me a little. Does anyone know? Maybe you can talk to someone you trust."

"He already knows everything, and he isn't trying to change me. He doesn't look at me like I'm a killer. He treats me like a real person."

"I am treating you like a real person."

"HA. Your calling me a killer for something I was ordered to do. I'm not the only one who has had to kill people."

"What happened at the last battle, the one you thought your partner died in?"

"Now you're just changing the subject."

The two went back and forth arguing about what she says or hasn't said. What she should say or talk about. He isn't the first therapist to try and get into her head. She had no plans on letting any of them in. They only know what they have been told by other people. Her superiors, her peers, the people under her. She hung her head looking out the window again, tuning out his babble. She didn't care anymore. She never really cared. Eventually she just stopped talking. Dr. Matthews took a hint and decided to end the session, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere else.

"Let's make an appointment for next week." He said logging into his computer. All she did was give him a grunt. He did some typing on the computer then handed her a card with a date and time on it.

"Please don't miss it this time." He added opening the door for her to leave. She walked out with no say and went to find Sunstreaker.

He stood the minute he saw her around the corner. Noticing him walking towards her, she turned around and they headed back to the parking garage in silence. Attempting to make small talk, Sunstreaker spoke to her.

"How was the meeting?" He glanced at her, she gave a grunt. Not even wanting to talk.

"You know they are just trying to help you." He tried again.

"I don't need help." She whispered. They got to his vehicle mode and they both got in.

That was his last attempt. He had nothing else to say to her. She clearly didn't want to listen. During the drive back to the base, he would glance over at her. She was being to quiet for his liking, but he had no idea what to say to her. Once they pulled into base, she was gone. He didn't have a chance to say anything else to her. His holoform hadn't even shut off before she was even out the door. He watched, from the driver seat, her walk briskly to Diesel. He let himself sink back in the seat, not liking the emptiness of her not in the car with him. He got over it quickly and fizzled out of existence. Then drove to him and his brothers room, trying to be glad it was all over