Major Lennox, Epps, some other soldiers and a few Autobots waited in the hanger. Optimus had made Sideswipe and Sunstreaker take Nichole out in town for a few hours. It took Sideswipe, Lennox and Epps to try get her to go with Sideswipe. She was so against it. She wanted nothing to do with going out in town. Lennox tried to convince her she needed fresh air and to get out after being stuck here for two weeks. It took Sunstreaker's holoform coming and picking her up and shoving her into his alt to get her to shut up. Sideswipe, Lennox and Epps were shocked at what he did, but they weren't going to say anything. They were just glad to get her out of the hanger. The twins knew the plan. Not that they really agreed to it, but they didn't have a choice. Sideswipe followed his brother, doing a burnout in the hanger before speeding off.

Now the rest were all waiting for Optimus and Ironhide to come back with Ratchet and Diesel. Lennox paced back and forth. He wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous, and it wasn't about meeting a new Autobot. It was Nichole's reaction when she found out they all knew he might alive. Epps tried to calm his friend down, but he himself was also scared. It wasn't long before blue and red Peterbilt rolled into the hanger and after it was a lime green ambulance. Optimus and Ratchet transformed as a desert tan MKR16 rolled in. His form was covered in weld marks acting as scars until Ratchet could do a better job at buffing him. He driver side windshield was missing and the front was cracked, and he drove with one of the middle tire missing on the driver side of the five that were supposed to be there. He looked a little lopsided. He stayed in his alt, not transforming like the rest. Ironhide rolled in last and transformed.

It was silent throughout the hanger, waiting for something to happen. After a few moments, Lennox walked up and took a closer look at the tactical vehicle. He tried to welcome the silent truck but got nothing.

"Is he okay?" Lennox turned to Ratchet.

"He won't transform until he sees Sargent James." Lennox gave an ahh sound to Ratchet, understanding him. Ratchet explained what happened to Diesel, just his injuries not how he got them, and how all he wanted to do was get back to his partner.

"Well she isn't here at the moment. We wanted to make sure you were alright and taken care of before we brought her back." Lennox explained. He felt odd talking to the truck. He felt like it wasn't an Autobot, by him not getting anything in return. "She will be excited to see you, I'm sure. She's told us a lot about you." He continued.

"She doesn't know I'm alive, does she?" A hoarse deep voice echoed throughout the hanger, making everyone jump.

"No, she doesn't." Lennox looked away, eyes to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You all knew I was alive, why would you keep it from her? Optimus told me you are all trying to help her. You think keeping me a secret would help. You want to gain her trust, you will probably never earn it now. Have you not learned anything about her while she's been here? I know for a fact she is not easy to work with." Still in his alt as he ranted.

"Your right she has not been easy on us since she came here. We are hoping you can give us some insight on to why she is the way she is." Lennox hoped.

"Ha if she hasn't told you. I sure won't. I will never betray her. Trust is number one to her. It took me four years to get her to talk to me and even then, I wouldn't be surprised if she still keeps things from me. I spent eight years with her and I plan to spend many more. We are family. Would you betray your family?" His question shot chills down all their backs. All Lennox could do was nod. He had yet to transform, but Lennox could feel a hard glare being shot at him.

"Contact Sideswipe. Tell him and Sunstreaker to bring Nichole back." Optimus ordered. Diesel seemed to relax hearing those words, sinking down a bit on his wheels.

"While we are waiting for her, lets finish fixing you up." Ratchet suggested. Diesel gave a low grunt but followed none the less. Lennox stayed back with Optimus and Ironhide.

"Has he said anything about the battle that took place?" Lennox asked. Watching the new bot round the corner.

"No, he has not. We are going to wait after he's been with Nichole first, before we sit down for a serious talk." Optimus explained.

"Want to have Nichole in on the meeting?"

"We will most likely have no choice. He has made it clear, she will not be leaving his side."

"Are they?" Lennox made a motion with his hands, coming together and intertwining.

Optimus gave a low chuckle. "No, they are not together. He feels more of a father figure to her if anything. They have been through too much to feel that way for each other." Lennox nodded.
It wasn't long before two Lamborghinis drove into the hanger. As soon as Sideswipe came to a stop, his passenger door was flung open and an angry Nichole stormed out, not greeting or acknowledging anyone in the room. She went straight to the hallway to her room.

"Nichole!" Called Sideswipe, his holoform running after her. She wasn't really that angry, she was just done spending the day with the twins. She could only stand being around people for so long. She did enjoy her day, but she would never admit it. She ignored Sideswipe, so Lennox tried to call her. She ignored him as well.

"Nichole, we have someone you need to see." Lennox yelled after her. She slowed to a stop and turned, looking at him with interest.

"Please... please come to the med bay with me." Lennox held his hand out for her to follow. She scoffed at him but followed anyway. Sweat lightly fell down the major's forehead as they walked down the other hallway. He glanced at her, her gaze was set in front of her. When they got to the med bay, she gasped.
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" She growled, her icy stare boring through Lennox.

"No, I promise this is not a joke." He defended, backing up from her.

"What are you doing to his body?!?" She screamed at the medic as she stormed into the area.

Ratchet jumped in surprise, never meeting the girl, but he figured out who it was right away. "I'm repairing him."

"He's dead, what's there to repair?" The 16 had yet to move, mainly because he was in shut down for repairing and she didn't know it.

"No, he's alive. I was able to save him in time." Ratchet stared down at her. "I put him in recharge to do more of the sensitive repairs. He will awake in a few moments." He continued before she could get another word out.

She huffed not believing him and ran to the driver side of the truck. Ratchet sensed this and attempted to stop her, but it was no use. So, he started waking up the patient. It was not long before he proved her wrong. The MKR16 started to shake and rattle. Once awake, spark humming loudly, his frame settling on his wheels, he felt her touch.

"Nichole?" The truck transformed, gears moving, hydraulics hissing. She backed up to give him room. The bright wide electric blue of Diesel's optics were staring into the deep stone grays of Nichole's eyes and a wide smile forming on his scared face plate.

"Your...your alive?" She stuttered.

She faltered. Her tough exterior failed her for that moment. She took a step towards him only to stumble and fall to her knees. Lennox and Sideswipe, who was still in his holoform, went quick to help her. Diesel got to her first, picking her up ever so gently. As if she was a porcelain doll that already had a few cracks. He brought her up, closer to his face and looked over her. A small tear threatened to escape his optics as he traced his digit lightly down her scar. She wrapped her arms around that digit, hugging him close. Tears already streaming down her face. He was the only to ever see her cry and as much as she didn't want to cry in front of the soldiers standing in the room, she couldn't stop herself.

"I...I thought you...you were dead." She struggled to get the words out. Her eyes squeezed shut as she gripped the bot.

"Shh don't cry. I'm here now." He cooed to her, like a father would a child.

They stayed that way for a while, not caring what was going on around them. They were just glad to be back together. Meanwhile, Sideswipe had gone back to his bipedal form and him and Sunstreaker were leaning against the wall on the opposite of the med bay. Sideswipe thought it was honestly a cute sight, it made him think about him and Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker stood with a scowl on his face. Glaring at the couple. He didn't understand why it made him angry, but he, for some reason, didn't want the new bot to hold the belligerent fleshy. He thought about what happened before they had to come back to base. He had forced her into his alt and she fought the whole time. Though, it didn't take long for her to give up. Or she simply stopped caring. They took her to mall. The twins had no idea what to do, so the first thing that came to their mind was the mall. Girls like malls and shopping right, boy were they wrong. The only store she wanted to go to, was the hunting store and checked out the guns. Unfortunately for her, she is restricted and isn't allowed to have a gun at the moment. Something she is trying to change.

They did do something that could get all three of them in a lot of trouble. Sunstreaker noticed how she acted around the guns and guessed that she was probably itching to shoot something. So, him and Sideswipe decided to take her to a shooting range. When they walked in, they got some odd looks, well Nichole did not the twins. Her scar stood out among the crowd, but she never wavered. She walked with her head held high, hands in her pockets. The twins walked behind her, while she led the way. It made the twins look like her body guards. Everyone seemed to move out of their way as they walked to the counter to purchase a spot on the range. Nichole didn't pay attention to the stares she was getting, only looking out for danger. Sunstreaker did noticed, making anger flood through him. He sent death glares to the men and women giving them odd looks. He paid attention to everything going on around them. When they went into the range to start shooting, he seemed to move closer to Nichole. Not wanting to be to far from her.

This was the twins first time shooting an actual human weapon. Nichole had to teach them how to shoot the pistol she gave them. Sunstreaker seemed hypnotized by with the words slipping past her lips. She was the most relaxed the twins have seen since they first met her. There was no yelling or screaming at each other. She still had the straight face and soulless eyes, but teaching them, she put soul into her words. She showed them how passionate she was for the weapons. She didn't need to say the words. They just knew she was in her element. Sideswipe noticed how his twin reacted to the scared women. He wasn't sure he liked how well he was taken by her. It made him feel uneasy watching her teach him how to hold it. Her touching his hands, helping him position the weapon. She kicked his right foot and pushed his shoulders forward. None of the touching was anything but an instructor to a student type touching. Just the fact that she was touching Sunstreaker made him upset. He could feel his twin enjoying the touch, whether his twin knew it or not.

She was the same way with Sideswipe, her movements seeming robotic like she was with Sunstreaker. He saw now what his brother enjoyed. How much she knew about the weapon itself opened your eyes to who she is. Her touch brought light chills to his body. She made sure he had a good stance before anything, but also made a point of saying, you would almost never have a chance in combat to form a good stance. Sideswipe looked at her as she explained. He could see the hurt in her eyes, he was able to notice before she wiped it away. Sunstreaker noticed it to, even though it was only there for a few seconds. What happened to her, that even doing something she obviously loved, hurt her to do so. He didn't know if he would ever find out that answer. It was only a matter of time. This was a good start of earning her trust.

The twins were all over the place at first, but then Nichole was able to help them bring their circle in more. When it was her turn to shoot, she showed both of them up. Her body melted into position. Standing, focusing on the target. The boys couldn't take their eyes off her. Her aim was right on point. She hit bullseye after bullseye. There was no way to tell how many shots she took, besides looking in her magazine that held eight. It was empty, no shots showed anywhere else. They didn't notice the smirk that formed on her face when she saw the target. To her that was a beautiful sight. She quickly pulled out the empty magazine and slipped in a filled one and shot straight to the head of the target. Dead center forehead. Eight shots, one hole.