She's been called heartless, cold, black hearted, and so many others. No one ever thought to ask her why. No one ever seemed to care too. Even from how Sunstreaker said it, it still sounded harsh. Like he was just trying to get at her. But she saw it in his eyes, she saw the hurt she caused. He cared about her. He would never admit it, but she saw it. His words ran though her mind as she stood there, unable to move. The fact that he heard her, he didn't have all the facts, but Sunstreaker thinks she killed people because she wanted too. It wasn't until large footsteps began shaking the ground she stood on, she looked up. Diesel stood in front of her. He knelt down in front of her, holding his servo out in front of her. She couldn't help but smile and climb on. She sat hugging her knees as he strolled out of the hanger and outside. She hid her face in her knees, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to breach.

"Why does it hurt, Diesel?" She mumbled through shaky breaths. "I haven't felt hurt like this before. I don't understand it. Every time we talk, it's not talking its yelling, but every time I feel something in my chest. No matter how much I try to stay away from him, I still end up running into him. My nightmares are beginning to show him. Why is this happening to me?" Diesel set a digit on her back, rubbing circles trying to sooth her.

"Your beginning to care for the mech." She brought her head up and looked at him in confusion.

"I don't know how to care. I don't know anything about caring." She argued.

"You care for me." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah but you're the only one. I never knew what caring was tell I met you. I was so broken, I still am broken."

"Maybe he's broken too. Maybe that's why you two pull towards each other." Looked up at him, her face showing confusion around the small tears cascading down her face.

"Sunstreaker, broken? I'm sure all the bots are broken in some way. I'm sure you were at some point. Y'all lost your home world. Y'all just earned to adapt to new surroundings. Like Marines. Like me. You adapt and overcome." Her face went straight as she spoke, looking out over his digits in the horizon.

"What is wrong with me?" Sunny wondered aloud as he paced around his and Sides room.

"Nothings wrong with you." Sides tried to reassure him.

"I'm having these strange feelings. I've never felt before." He continued.

"You love her." Sides said disappointment showing in his voice.

Sunstreaker stopped pacing and stared at his twin. Sideswipe tried to give his brother a warm smile but couldn't help the frown forming on his face.

"Love?" Sunstreaker questioned.

All Sides could do was nod, his optics staring at the ground. He couldn't look at his brother. He knew what his brother had been feeling the past two months. He knew he loved her. He knew the love he had for him was fading. Though he knew no one would ever replace him, but he didn't want to lose his brother to someone so heartless and cold. She was worse than Sunny in many ways. She didn't care what she said or if she hurt anyone.

"If I love her." Sunstreaker started, pausing for a moment to recap what he said to her earlier. "I wouldn't have said those things I said to her earlier today after I almost collided with her. After what she said to me. It actually hurt, Sides. It pained me to hear her say she wanted nothing to do with me. Then I asked her how she could act the way she does. I told her she was worse than me. I left so quickly, from how angry I was at her, but I did notice something in her eyes. I can't love someone like that, Sides. Would you?" Sunny slid down the side of the wall, tell he was sitting with his knees bent.

"I also said I didn't kill innocent people." Sunny continued. Sides gave him a disapproving look before he sat down next to him.

"It's okay to feel that way, Sunny. Maybe there is more to her than meets the eye. She's only been here for a few months. We know its going to take time to get her to talk. We still don't even know what happened when she was injured. Diesel won't even talk about it. I can feel how you feel and I know I feel for her. The more you test her and resent her, the more I feel it. And you should really apologize to her for that. We don't even know why she killed them." He explained to Sunny. His servo on his shoulder.

"I'm not going to lie to you, brother. You'd see though it right through it anyway, but I feel a pull towards her. I feel the need to protect her, be around her. I know I've said it before, but now...but now I'm starting to believe it" He looked over at his brother, arms loosely laying on his knees.

"Go to her. I feel it too. I think I only feel it, because you do. But I think you should tell her how you feel." Sideswipe gave him a nudge and a half smile.

Sunstreaker stormed down and out of the hanger searching for Nichole. He knew she had to be with Diesel and last he saw was the two walking outside. He stopped and looked around the wide-open area. It didn't take long for him to spot Diesel and Nichole walking next to him. he picked up his feet and ran out to them, stopping not to far.

"NICHOLE!" He shouted to her. She turned towards the voice and was taken back at seeing Sunstreaker.

"What do you want?" She yelled at him, crossing her arms. Diesel had turned and stepped behind her, ready to protect her.

"I need to talk to you...please." He whispered the last word, walking a little closer. She caught it and surprise washed over her face.

"Okay talk."

"Alone." Diesel gave him a look of confusion, but not willing to leave.

"What you have to say to me can be said in front of Diesel. He'll find out anyway." She said in a calm voice. Sunstreaker hesitated for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He blurted.

There was a pause. Time stopped. The two stared at each other for that moment. His optics were soft and full of sorrow. Her stony grays held nothing, like they normally do.

He was hoping for some kind of reaction out of her. Hoping she would accept his apology. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He really took in what she looked like. Her stony gaze, her long brown hair swaying in the light breeze, the wrinkles under her right eye, making her look older than she is. But the stitch less scar gave her, her intimidating looks she was known for. Her lips were plump and soft looking, a thought came to his mind. One he never thought he would think of about her. He wondered what they would feel like against his. he brought his optics back up to her eyes. Then he saw it, the gleam shine quickly over her eyes, like on the first time he met her. His spark sped up, humming louder, his cooling fans kicked in. he knew she had to hear it. He looked away, not sure what to do. Then he looked back when he heard dirt crunching under feet.

"I'm sorry too." She looked up at him, he saw a flicker of guilt. He transformed and his holoform came to life stepping out of his vehicle. He slowly approached her, not sure if he really should. She didn't stop him and soon he was mere inches from her.

He noticed things he hadn't before, now that he was so close to her and it wasn't because they were yelling at each other. He could see the circles under her eyes, the light wrinkles beginning to form under her right. With the stitches removed, her right side was beginning mirroring her left. The scar was a darkened pink almost red, deep and still healing. It creeped down at an angle from the bridge of her nose down to the back of her jaw and down her neck, stopping just above her collarbone. He noticed little freckles along her nose and a few on her cheeks. Her lips were just a bit lighter than her bronzed tan she had and were beginning to look chapped. There were small scars lining her face, ones you would never see unless you were standing as close as he was. He looked into her eyes, her stony gray eyes. They weren't as stone cold as everyone thought they were. Its like he could see past that cold-hearted look. There were small flecks of blue, just dying to come out. There had to be a time when her eyes were once a beautiful blue.

They stood there for who know how long. Gazing at each other, no words being spoke. Diesel had left the two to talk and he left with a smile on his face. Two severely broken sentient beings were bringing themselves together. He hoped it would be good for both of them.

"I'm not sure what to do now." He mumbled. She looked down quick then back up, biting her lip.

"I don't know either." She mumbled back. He couldn't stop staring at her while she bit her lip. His sparked seemed to skip a beat. It made her sexy in a way. Like the scar wasn't even there. He brought his hand up slowly, hesitating right as he was about to put it against her cheek, the one that held the scar. He wanted to feel her skin under his touch but didn't know how to tell her. Before he could act on anything, she leaned into his touch. Her eyes were closed, taking in the feel of his palm caressing her cheek. His thumb lightly trails the scar, just down to the edge of her jaw. A shiver ran up her spin. A visible shake took over her shoulder. He quickly retracted his hand, afraid he had hurt her. Her eyes shot open, looking into his. Confusion and hurt mixing together, like a storm forming a tornado. Realizing he didn't hurt her, he moved one step closer, almost closing the gap. His hand made its way back to her cheek.

"Beautiful." Sunstreaker whispered under his breath.

She looked up in surprise. She wasn't sure if she heard him right. "What did you say?" She asked curiously. He took his hand back and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I said your beautiful." He said without looking at her. She felt her cheeks heat up, a red tint beginning to glow. She knew it and she turned away.

"No don't turn away." He said so sweetly, she wasn't sure if it was really Sunstreaker.

"No..um I need to...um I need to go." She struggled to get out, she covered her face and rushed to find Diesel. Sunstreaker turned around fast, trying to stop her, but it was no use. He's arm reached for her and a frown formed on his face, watching her run off. His holoform dissipated and he transformed into his bipedal mode. His spark hurt, he didn't understand it. He wanted to go after her, but he didn't want to scare her even more than she already was. He decided it would be best to not go inside at the moment. Fear of running into her. So, quickly he transformed into this alt mode and sped off. He need to clear his helm anyway. He wasn't sure how to respond to what just happened.