Lennox made his way down to Nichole's room after he got finished talking to Optimus. He stopped in front of her door, brought his hand up ready to knock, but stopped. He wasn't sure if he should, but if she's hurt, she needs to get checked out. He gave a quiet groan and knocked on the door. He could here some shuffling coming from behind the door, but no answer.

"Nichole! You okay in there?" He yelled knocking on the door again. The lock was heard being flipped back and the door slightly opened. She stuck her head out, making sure to keep her right arm out of view.

"I'm fine. But I am going to need a new mirror. I was going to come to you after I cleaned it up." She slightly lied to the high-ranking officer.

"How did you break the mirror?" He crossed his arms and raised one eyebrow.

"It must not have been hung on the wall correctly and when I went to wipe it clean, it fell and shattered." She flat out lied, but she hid it to well.

"Are you injured?" He believed her. "Just a few minor cuts, nothing I can't handle." She explained, then leaned back to close the door. "Let's just have Jolt take a quick look, to make sure its okay." He went to push the door open more, trying to get her to come out.

"No that won't be necessary. I'm fine." She pushed.

"Why won't you go see a medical officer? We just want to make sure your alright. Nothing wrong with that." He moved to try and grab her, but she grabbed his wrist first. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." She warned. "Doctors and I don't get along. Autobot or not. I can tend to my own wounds."

"You will have to go to the VA when its time to get those stiches taken out. You know, that right?" He took his wrist back, rubbing where she gripped tight.

"Why? When I can take them out myself." She said seriously. Lennox brought his hand up and rubbed it down his face.

"I really don't want to fight with you, but if you are staying here, you will follow the military protocol here. I am not going to let you take out your own stiches. If you won't go to the VA, then at least let Ratchet do it." He suggested.

She let out a low growl, then a huff of defeat. "Fine, but I'm not going to see anyone about the random cuts on my hand, I can take care of that myself." She pointed a finger at him, eyes demanding.

"That's fine. I do need to talk to you eventually. Not now, but I will probably send someone to get you tomorrow." He told her then left down the hallway.

Nichole quickly closed the door, locking it back up. She leaned her back against the door and slid down to the floor. She brought her knees up close to her chest and wrapped one arm around her knees. She took her newly scraped up hand and examined it. Some of the cuts were deep, probably should have gotten stitches, but she wouldn't look weak. She decided she could do it herself, wrapping it up for now. She didn't realize how exhausted she was from her flight. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out, but who knows how long, with her night terrors, she never knew if she would sleep that night or not. They only started after she lost Diesel. She didn't realize how much she relied on him until he was gone, and it was killing her. She rolled around in her sleep, wrapping the sheets around her. The night terrors already beginning.

Meanwhile across base, a set of twins were beginning to fight. "I just want to know why I feel like this. There is clearly something going on and I need to know." Sideswipe yelled to his brother. "I don't fragging know why. I've never felt this shit either. Lets just try and ignore it the best we can for now." Sunstreaker suggested. Sideswipe gave him a nod, but still wish he could get answers. There was something off about this new girl. They both wanted to know why, neither of them understands. They decided to try and sleep it off. Maybe a good recharge would help them both. It took a bit for Sunstreaker to fall into recharge. His mind was a floating abyss, never ending. Nicole kept popping in and out of his mind. He continued to try and shake her away, only for her to come back in his mind. Her serious, scared up face, the gleam that shimmered over her eyes. He couldn't get it out of his helm. There was something there and he had no idea what it was, but he was going to figure it out. Even if it scared him to death.

The next morning there would be repeated knocks Nichole's door. She gave a groan and rolled over looking at the clock. Sighing, noticing the knocks were not going to stop, she got up and answered the door. She was only wearing her old pt gear. Ugly military green shorts and t-shirt. The t-shirt happened to be tucked in, only cause that's how she's been wearing it for the past 8 years. She was always out in the field or deployed, rarely wore civilian clothes. It would feel odd to her to wear normal civilian pj's. She opened the door to see a lower ranking soldier standing in front of her door. Her hair was a mess, and she had bags under her eyes. The soldier stood for a moment taking in the sight of the Marine in front of him.

"Yes." She growled.

"Sorry, Major Lennox would like to see you at 0900 in his office." The soldier stepped back, clearly scared of the girl in front of him.

"K" She replied closing the door in his face.

It was 0800 when she got rudely woken up. It gave her time to shower and rebandage her hand. She grumbled to herself as she got ready for her shower. She made sure to get the water the perfect temperature, just the way she liked it, scolding. She used to get teased on how she liked showering with water that practically burned her skin. She never minded. It felt good on her worn-out body. It relieved the aches and pains from war. As she showered she made sure to be careful of the new fresh cuts on her skin. She had to use some special soap for her stiches, so they stayed clean and wouldn't get infected. It was nothing she wasn't already adapted too. She was used to getting hurt. It was like she was a magnet for it. Though she would only go into medical if it was serious or if Diesel made her. She probably would have never gotten her face stitched up if she wasn't dragged away. She would have stayed with Diesel until she died from blood loss. It would have been better that way, she thought. She had no motivation to stay alive. She didn't want to anymore. Not without Diesel, but no one would ever understand that. No one even knew about him, none alive anyway.

She carefully wrapped the white cotton bandages around her hand, as if she was about to go boxing. It was the only way to get in between her fingers. She barely winced at the pain caused from the tight wrap. She made sure not to do it to tight, so not to cut off circulation. She shimmed on her wrinkled jeans from yesterday, hooking her belt. Then grabbed a t-shirt out of one of her bags. After she pulled it over her head, adjusting it, she brushed her tangled hair until it laid straight. Then tied it up in a loose bun. After checking her stitches, she left out the door and made her way to Major Lennox office. She walked with quickness and purpose. Others that were walking the other direction, shoved themselves out of the way. Not trying to be in her way. Even the Autobots stopped to watch her walk by. She never spared them a glance. Sunstreaker tried to keep his eyes off her, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but stare as she strutted past. He took in her sight, something inside him seemed to flutter, making him uncomfortable. He shook his helm to get her out of her head. He noticed the bandage on her right hand. Anger flared inside, it confused him. Why did he feel angry that she was hurt? He wanted to ask her, stop her. But his pride kept him standing still. She was already gone anyway.

She continued to march to the Majors office. Once in front of it, she stopped to knock, knowing she couldn't just barge in. She heard a muffled "come in" come from the other side of the door. She slowly opened the door and slid inside. She stood at parade rest near the door. Lennox was looking over some paperwork. He gave a sigh and moved it all to the side before looking up at her.

"You can come sit down." He motioned to the seat in front of him.

"I prefer to stand." She simply replied. He ran his hand through his army short hair. Then looked back at her.

"Alright. Well let's get started then. I need to fill some paperwork out for you, for while you stay here. Its just your basic information. So, don't get to worked up. There are a few that I would like you to try and answer though. Then we will be talking to Optimus and picking a guardian for you." When he finished he searched for some papers, grabbed a pen and started with the firsts few questions, not giving her a chance to whine about the guardian thing. They were basic questions, such as her social, last unit, phone number, the annoying ones everyone must go through.

Nichole stayed where she was, answering the questions, though barely giving Lennox the time of day. Her cold stare keeping a look out around her. As if she was concerned something was going to happen. She only looked at him to answer the question then went back to wondering her eyes. Its when he started asking the personal questions, her eyes darkened, and her mouth twitched in anger. Her foot wanted to start tapping, anxiety seeming to take over, she wouldn't let it.

"Where is your family located?" He asked not looking up.

When she didn't say anything, he brought his head up and his eyes met hers. He seemed to flinch back for a moment, figuring out the answer, but not sure what to say.

"You don't have any family, do you?" He finally let out in one breath. She looked down, giving him his answer. He eyes showed sadness and guilt. Making him think of his own family and how he would be if he lost them. "I'm sorry." He whispered. She heard him and looked up slightly, though glad he wasn't looking at her, for he would have seen the smallest tear forming in the corner of her eye.

She quickly wiped the emotion away and composed herself before he looked up. "Diesel was the only family I had left. Before him, I was also alone. Please don't feel pity for me. I'm not the only one out there who has lost family." She spoke, her voice dead, lifeless. It caused a chill to run down the Major's spine.

He decided to move to the next question, trying to get her voice out of his head. It honestly scared him. He hoped they would be able to help her become maybe who she was before all this happened to her. Though he had no idea who that was.

"Okay, well that eliminates my next couple questions. Um, is there anyone else who knew about Diesel?" he asked trying to not choke on his words.

"There was but they died about five years ago." "How did they die, may I ask?" "Doing their job. They were marines as well." She shot him a glare, hoping he would get the hint and stop.

"Can I get their names?" He continued not getting her hint.

"Why does it matter? They are dead." She growled. Lennox wiped some sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. He wasn't sure if he should continue now.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to upset you. We just want to know for record keeping purposes." He tried to explain to her.

"Record keeping. Seriously? Why would you need keep records of who knew the Autobots? Especially dead ones. They kept Diesels secret. They died keeping it safe. So, you don't need to worry about anyone else knowing. They are supposed to be in disguise, aren't they? No one knowing who they are? Don't worry no one knew. My command had no clue until Diesel saved my life. So, if you need to worry about anyone, worry about who saw the after math." With those last dangerous words, she left the room. Slamming the door shut behind her.

"Well that went well." Lennox mumbled to himself.