"What happened?" Sunstreaker asked the minute she walked out the door in his holoform. Her hand hadn't even left the handle and he was in her face. "Go away." She growled, pushing past him. He gave a low snarl before grabbing her arm. "Don't growl at me. Tell me what happened." "Excuse me. I don't have to tell you shit. You don't own me." She snapped, pulling her arm away and continuing to walk away. He huffs out his nose and ran in front of her to stop her. "No, I don't, but you should be able to tell me. I'm here for you. You know this." His face softened as he spoke to her. Hoping to get through to her. He looked for something in her eyes. For something to tell him she was listening. Her eyes weren't saying anything. They looked cold and distant. Dark and unwelcoming. There wasn't any sign of life. He didn't know what to do but let her go. He moved to the side, so she could pass. She didn't hesitate to start moving. All he could do was watch her go, confused on what happened and what he should do.

"Is she okay?" Sunstreaker asked Diesel after going back into his bipedal mode. "No, she is not." Diesel said truthfully. Though not saying how bad she really is. "What happened in there?" He felt the need to know, so he could find a way to help Nichole. "She had to relive a terrible day. The day that caused her to come here." Sunstreaker gasps and looks away for a moment. Part of him wanted to know what happened while she was overseas, but the other part knew better than to ask. She would tell him when she was ready. "Is there anything I can do?" "Let her come to you. I know you don't like that idea, but she needs her space. We never talked about that battle. We were hoping to never have to talk about it. She's needs to let her mind calm down first, before she talks to anyone." Diesel warned. Sunstreaker didn't like the idea at all, but he understood or at least tried too. Humans are so fragile, but this girl refused to break. He just didn't know what is really going on in her head.

She stormed her way to her room, not looking back. She could care less for anyone at this point. She only wants to be alone. Alone to talk herself into holding it all together. Even though she knows the minute she walks in, she's going to break down. She didn't realize she was shaking until she tried to unlock her door. It was difficult, and she had to hold her hand in place. "C'mon you piece of shit. Open!" She silently yelled at the door. Finally, she got In and immediately slammed the door behind her, locking with a simple click. She leaned back against the door, sliding down tell her butt hit the floor. Her knees came up to her chest without any thought and her arms wrapped around. Stuffing her head into her knees, silent tears began to fall. She can't let anyone see her falter. She's cold, tough, heartless. She has no emotion. She's not allowed to have any. This is the first time she's broke and let the tears fall. Everything she held inside, from years ago to now, she finally let go.

No one knows how long she locked herself in her room. She doesn't even know herself. She hadn't realized as she woke up from crying herself to sleep. She slowly pushed herself up off the door, wobbling a bit. Once steady, she staggered to the bathroom to wash her tear stained face. She splashed her face with water then brought her hands down on either side of the sink. Her hair draped over her face, messy and tangled. Her eyes peered through the strands and she stared at herself in the mirror. Her breath was uneven and heartrate fast. Before she could even think, glass shattered around her. Blood dripped around the sink as she brought her fist down near her chest. More tears began to slip, her breathing became harder. "Get it together James." She muttered to herself.

A loud pounding on the door seemed to bring her out of her thoughts, but she didn't move. She let them keep knocking, to the point where it sounded like the door was going to fall down. She could hear her name being called and she recognized the voice. He sounded scared and worried. His scream being muffled though the door that she refused to open. She looked at herself again, her eyes seemed to be darker, the gray almost black and bloodshot. She saw a number of herself in the shattered glass that still clung. A scowl formed on her face as she punched the mirror again, unable to handle looking at herself. His voice rang through her room, screaming at her to open the door. After not answering again, she heard definite kicks to the door. One...two...three and the door splintered and fell to the floor. "Nichole!" He ran in, stopping at looking at her.

"Nichole." Sunstreaker seemed to cry. He walked carefully to her grabbing a towel off the rack. He slowly reached for her torn and cut hand. She stared at the floor, not looking at him. His eyes couldn't leave her face as he wrapped her hand in the towel, attempting to stop the bleeding. Once wrapped he took a free hand and pushed her hair behind her ear. Then lightly put two fingers under her chin, making her look up at him. Tears threatened to leak from his bright energon blue eyes as he stared at her bloodshot eyes and her quivering lip. Her eyes tried not to focus on his, trying hard to avoid his gaze. "Please look at me. Please sweetspark." He whispered to her, his voice calm and soothing. Her eyes popped up at the nickname, unsure she if she deserved it. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but please let me be here to comfort you." He squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears. He couldn't stand to see his femme so broken. He wanted to pull her into him and hold her as long as possible, but he wasn't sure if she would let him.

"I'm broken, Sunstreaker." She mumbled. He thought he didn't hear her right. This would be the second time she confessed something to him. She didn't know why, nor cared, but she felt she could tell him anything. She hated it, but it didn't stop her. "I'm not someone you should be with. I have a past I will drag with me everywhere. I have no emotions. I don't even know how to handle emotions. I have uncontrollable rage. All I know what to do is kill. Kill without mercy. Kill with no remorse." He fell to the floor next to her. He didn't care if she wouldn't like it, he pulled her close to him. He moved her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Her hands clutched his t-shirt. "I'm not normal, Sunstreaker. I will never be able to give you anything normal." He couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She gave him a nasty glare. "No no. I'm not laughing at you. You say you could never give me a normal relationship. But it wouldn't be normal anyway. Your human and I'm cybertronian. And you say you're a killer, well so am I. I had to kill all my life. I know what it feels to have a horrible past. I know how it is to not understand emotions. We have more in common than you think." He gave her a comforting smile, looking into her eyes. Those stone like gray eyes staring into his. He could see the flecks of blue trying to find a way out. If only she would let them.

He looked back down at her hand, almost forgetting about her injury. "We need to take you to Ratchet." He insisted. "No, I'm fine. I can stitch it myself." she pulled away from him, gripping her hand. "Nichole don't do this. Please let me take care of you. Let Ratchet help. We aren't the bad guys." He gripped her shoulders, stopping her from moving back any further. "I don't need help. I can take care of my injuries." She growled. Anger raising in her voice. "I'm not going to let you do this on your own. I am going to help, whether you like it or not." He growled back. She stood up and he followed. "You can't force me to do anything." She turned and walked out of the bathroom. He followed in suit. "No, but I can get Diesel to make you." She stopped instantly, knowing what he was going after. "Diesel knows I can handle small injuries like this." "This is not small. You have dangerously large lacerations in your hand. They need medical attention immediately." She looked down at her hand, the white towel covering it, was now red with blood. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to appease him. Though if she lets it go on any longer, she might pass out from blood loss. Her shoulders fell forward as she let out a sigh. "Fine." Is all she said and turned go out the door without waiting for Sunstreaker to catch up.

"Nichole!" Diesel yelled in excitement upon seeing the Marine walking out of the room. Seeing her discomfort in her face, he looked down and noticed the bloodied towel. "What happened in there?" He said though clenched teeth. "I need a new mirror." She growled up at him. Sunstreaker finally caught up to her and noticed Diesels eyes attack him. "She punched the mirror twice and needs stitches. Diesel groaned at the news, knowing she's done this before. "You got to stop doing that." He pointed out to her. "Yeah yea I know." She would have waved a hand to shoo him off, but was to be occupied, holding the towel on the other one. Diesel followed behind them as they all made their way to the medical bay. Along the way, Sunstreaker went back into his bipedal mode and picked Nichole up and proceeded to carry her the rest of the way to the med bay.

"What the frag happened to you?" Ratchet all but yelled as the three entered the med bay. He noticed Nichole's hand immediately. "Someone decided to punch a mirror...twice." Diesel stated sending a glare to Nichole. She gave a guilty smile, wishing she could run back to her room. "Well don't just stand there, bring her over." Ratchet ordered. Sunstreaker did as told and set her on the human berth. Ratchet went into his holoform and began to unwrap her hand. It looked worse than it probably was. Her whole hand was covered in blood. Blood was still spilling out of two distinguished cuts, one on the back of her hand and one cutting across her fingers to her knuckles. She never winced or cried about the pain Ratchet was putting her through. He gently began to clean the blood from her hand, using alcohol to clean the wounds. Her fingers had small cuts along the outside of them. There was another large cut along her thumb tendons, though luckily it had stopped bleeding.

Ratchet took his time perfecting the stitches being placed along Nichole's hand. The process took over two hours. From the time he first started cleaning her hand to when he finished wrapping a bandage around it. "Now you're not allowed to do any thing with that hand tell the stitches heal. Come back to me every morning for rebadging. Got it?" Ratchet said while washing up his hands. "Yes, Sir." She said in a grumpy tone. "Good now get out of my medical bay." He ordered with a smile. She quickly left the room to find Diesel and Sunstreaker waiting for her outside. "All stitched up?" Diesel asked. She showed him her wrapped up hand and he couldn't help but laugh. "Its not funny." She growled. "Yes it is. You don't know when to quit do you?" All she did was grunt back at him and started walking away. "You got to stop hurting yourself." He continued. Again, she ignored him. She knows he's right, just doesn't want to admit it.