"Sunstreaker?" I carefully poke the golden bot.

My shift ended twenty minutes ago, and Sunstreaker is still asleep. I'm still trying to figure out how he could sleep standing against the wall. I mean if he's anything like us soldiers, we can sleep anywhere. Just more we have in common. He has yet to budge. I may have to turn to something more drastic. I don't want him freaking out on me. Even though I am already dead, I still don't feel like dying a second time. As I'm about to try poking him again, his silver twin comes racing around the corner.

"Sideswipe!" I cheer as he slides to a stop in front of us.

"What's wrong with him?" Sideswipe's smile turns to confusion as he points a digit at his brother.

"He's asleep and I can't get him to wake up." I tell him, shrugging my shoulders.

"Here, let me try." He shoos me out of the way and skates in front of Sunstreaker, "Sunny, there's a scratch in your paint!"

Sunstreaker jumps, his servos go to his chest and his optics jerk all over his body, "Where?!?!" He shouts, frantically looking for any kind of mark.

"Oh good, your alive." Sideswipe says nonchalantly, trying not to laugh.

"What the frag, Sideswipe?" Sunstreaker shoves his brother, causing Sides to almost fall over.

"Your fine. Calm your titties." Sideswipe dusts himself off and skates close, but not too close. I try not to bust out laughing.

"When was the last time you slept properly, Sunstreaker?" I ask, hoping to get him not to cause his twin more harm.

"I get enough recharge." He growls under his breath, barely glancing at me.

"If you did, you won't be recharging against the wall." I cross my arms and glare at him.

"I wasn't out that long. I'm fine." He waves me off.

"If you say so." I mumble looking away. "Did Ratchet just release you, Sideswipe?"

"Yep. I passed with flying colors." He says happily.

"How's Optimus?" I ask him. Not bothering to look at Sunstreaker.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" I look up to Sunstreaker and see him looking down the hanger.

Optimus is taking long strides down the center. His head held high as he moves. His servos in fist at his sides, swinging back and forth as he comes to the center of the hanger. The last time I saw him I was sitting on his chest, his spark exposed. Looking at him you would never have known he was down for the count about 12 hours ago. I'm surprised Ratchet is letting him out of the medbay. There must be something going on. Everyone in the room is watching him walk past. I can't help but look underneath his chest plates. At the spot I pressed my hands against. There isn't any handprints, but there is a slight color difference. I hope everyone brushes it off. Like maybe it was from when they got zapped. Jazz and Ironhide walk over, meeting Prime in the middle.

"Any news on the Decepticons while I was out?" Optimus asks his leaders in his absence.

"Nothin', an' there ain't no sighs of Barracade or the cons that were with em. It's as if they vanished." Jazz reports.

"It's not like Megatron to pick up his minions. Especially the dead ones." Ironhide snorts.

"I don't know what his plan was with the orb. But we need to be weary. Two were created. Megatron will be on the lookout for the second. We must find it first." Optimus decides.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Ironhide asks, throwing his servos up.

"Wheeljack and Ratchet are working on a device to help us locate the orb. If we are lucky, they will be able to create more than one and we can split off into smaller groups." Optimus explains.

"So basically, we have to wait and hope the cons don't find the other one?" Sunstreaker scoffs, he leans back against the wall, arms crossed.

"Do you have a better idea?" Ironhide snaps, staring daggers at the golden twin. Sunstreaker immediately pushes himself off the wall and is in Ironhide's face, growling lowly at him.

"Ironhide! Sunstreaker! This is not the time." Optimus takes a step in between them.

Then an idea came to me, "What if we search the internet?" I ask aloud. Everyone turns to stare at me.

"What would that do?" Sideswipe asks.

"The antique shop had to have had an online store. Where they posted about the orb. I'm sure that's how the Decepticons found it. It's a long shot, but what if someone else has posted it online?" I continue, looking over at Optimus.

"Where is Major Lennox? He needs to hear your idea." Optimus starts to move, looking for the major.

"Good idea, Hart. That will save us loads of time." Sideswipe praises.

"That's only if someone has put it online." It makes me feel good to have him happy for me, but there is a flaw to my plan.

"It's not exactly a common artifact. If someone has it, I'm sure they would want to know what it is. Thus, putting it online. Your idea is solid." Sunstreaker says sensing my hesitancy.

"Well only one way to find out." I say, giving them both a small smile.

Before anything else can be said, Optimus and major Lennox walk up. Optimus has me explain my idea to the major. It's a simple idea. One I'm sure the Autobots can do much quicker than us humans. But Lennox and Optimus decide to have us techs work on it as well. The more eyes the better.

"Want us to get started now?" I ask.

"You just got off shift. We will have the AM shift split up and start on it." Lennox says.

"My Autobots will start as well. That includes you two, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker." Optimus points a look at the twins.

"Thank you for the good idea, Hart. Go get some rest and if we don't find anything by tonight. It will be your turn." Lennox nods to me.

"You're welcome, sir." I say to him, then turn to the twins, who are looking dejected, "Have fun."

As I start to walk away, I hear Sunstreaker protest about helping with the search. It also might be good for us to have a break from each other. This will also give him a distraction. I get to my room and slowly close the door behind me. Worried that one of the twins might burst through my door, I wait before heading out to the cliff. This will be the first time in awhile that I will be out there by myself. My shadow won't be able to join me. I find myself a little saddened at the through of him not being there.

After distracting myself for about ten minutes and coming to the conclusion I won't be interrupted, I jump to the cliff. The ocean breeze hits me full force. If only I could feel it. It goes straight through me. Like I'm not even there. Whipping through the tall grass behind me. The sun is riding up higher behind me, but I have no shadow to prove it. If I tighten up, hold my form together a light one shows up. It makes me feel invisible. Yet I know I'm seen.

I walk closer to the dangerous edge of the cliff. Looking down at the small rock formation. The rock that had fallen from its peak lay still next to the rest. It's a haunting memory of what could happen at any moment. It makes me wonder if the whole pile will eventually fall. Maybe one by one they will topple off and with them I will soon cease to exist. Is it a sign of the inevitable future? As they fall does it mean I'm closer to my real death? I need to be more careful from now on. I through I was being careful, maybe I'm mistaken.

My eyes wander away, glancing over the ocean. Waves make their way to shore, crashing against the sand. Grains being picked up and brought back into the depths. The rising sun sends a glare off the ocean, almost blinding me. It's like a mirror, reflecting the dangers of this world. One that I am barely apart of anymore. I've always felt like I was still here. Still alive for the past year, not really alive, just surviving. Since Sunstreaker came into my life, I have been feeling free and awake. Like I'm finally living again. But now I'm even more afraid of the end. Before Sunstreaker, I waited for the day to come. I was ready to accept death with open arms. I've come to realize that I don't want to die anymore. Unfortunately, It's already to late for that.

I'm not sure how long I stood there, but after a few moments, I take a step back and sit down with my back leaning against the coconut tree. The world around me is calm and relaxing. It's peaceful. Without Sunstreaker here, it's also silent. Maybe a little too quiet. A moment like this is what I loved about coming out here, now I'm not so sure. Though, I don't even know what's going on with him. He seemed sort of cold with me. One minute he's the Sunstreaker I know, then the next is who he shows the rest of the world. It's so confusing. I think the news of my death is slowly affecting more and more. I understand what it's like not being able to come to terms with it.

My head leans back against the tree. I close my eyes, listening to the waves crashing against the shore. My mind is swirling with what has happened the past few days. So much more about my condition has come to light. Condition? It makes me sound sick. Like there could be a cure. Too bad there isn't. I wish I could do some research about it. Maybe find more like me. But if there were, would they want their story to be told? I wouldn't. I don't want anyone to know. I'm more afraid of being turned into a science experiment. Now that Sunstreaker knows, it's only a matter of time before his brother finds out. Then after that everyone will know. It's only a matter of time before they let it slip. Whether they do it on purpose or not.

More time passes and I feel it is time to go back. I wonder how the search is going. Hopefully they were able to find something. I stand up from my spot, brushing off the sand from my butt. With one more look over the ocean before my departure, then I jump back to my room. It feels so empty in here. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I make note of the time and realize I still have a few hours before my shift. What to do? I ask myself. The same thing I always do. I grab my journal from its spot in my drawer and a pen. I realized I haven't written since the Autobots woke up. This would be a good time to write about my conversation with Sunstreaker and waking Sideswipe and Optimus Prime. Maybe it will help me make sense of the whole situation or it could confuse me more. We shall find out.

I spend the rest of the afternoon writing. All the thoughts and conversations are now on paper. It looks like a jumbled mess, but no one is going to read it anyway. It only has to make sense to me. Unfortunately, someone may see these after I vanish, but it won't matter to me then. I'll be gone. I should write letters to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe for them to read after I'm gone. Maybe they will find comfort in it. I don't know. But it would give me comfort. I put my journal away and start to get ready for my shift. It's getting close to that time.

I'm in the middle of doing my hair when I hear a knock on the door. I growl internally and put a hand to my head and walk to get the door. I barely have it open enough and a man walks in, brushing past me. The way he growled in frustration quickly made me realize whose holoform it is. His hand reaches up and grips his short golden blond hair. His cerulean eyes lock with mine and I can see the irritation they hold. I can't stop my eyes from glancing down his body. He's wearing a yellow T-shirt with a leather black leather jacket over it. He has on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and leather boots to match. I can see the resemblance to Sideswipe in his face. Sunstreaker is equally attractive to his twin. This is so unfair.

"You can stop staring now." He smirks, letting his hands fall to his hips.

"Can I help you?" I shake my head and get ahold of myself.

"I needed to get away. My processor feels like it's about to fry. We have done nothing but search the internet for the past 8 hours. We found the information on the first orb that was found and we did find a second one, but it was from 20 years ago and nothing on it since. So we have gotten nowhere." He rants, throwing his hands up as he does.

"A break definitely sounds needed." I reply leaning against the closed door.

"Yeah. I didn't get to join you earlier and it felt wrong." He slowly admits. His eyes catch mine briefly.

"It was quieter than usual. That's for sure." I say, resting my hands behind my back, against the door, not caring if my hair falls.

"It definitely was not quiet in the hanger. You'd think with everyone searching the internet it would be. Sideswipe wouldn't shut up." And he starts up again.

"Well, if you want to hide out in here for awhile you can, but I have to finish my hair then go start my shift. Sounds like I'll be searching the internet too." I say over my shoulder as I go back into the bathroom.

"Thank you!" I hear him call out before hearing a thump. I think he fell onto my bed. "Do you even lay on this thing?"

"Sometimes, but I get tired of staring at the ceiling." I tell him.

"It's weird that you can't sleep." He continues.

"When I first woke up, I went to bed expecting to sleep and when it never came. I wanted to cry, and I couldn't do that either. I remember rushing into the bathroom, splashing water on my face. Hoping to feel something but the water only went right through me. It was terrifying and I couldn't tell anyone." I struggle to say. I'm only glad he can't see my face.

"Hart...I'm sorry. I didn't mean." He stammers, unsure how to reply.

"Please stop. You're fine. I shouldn't have said anything." My words jumble and turn into a whisper.

I finish the touch ups with my hair. As I'm taking one more look in the mirror, I see Sunstreaker leaning against the door to the bathroom. My eyes lock with his. I wonder if holoforms can cry. This one looks like it's about too. His arms are crossed and he is holding back. I can see it in his face. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Then his eyes leave mine.

"I know this had been hard for you. It's probably worse because I'm still walking and talking. It's why I didn't want anyone to find out." I say as I turn around and look at him.

"It's going to take me some time to accept. I don't want to, honestly. And I admit I have been taking my anger about it on you. I'm sorry." I'm a little shocked to get an apology out of him. I also expected him to be angry longer.

"You have a right to be angry. I still get angry about it." I admit quietly.

It's silent for a moment, neither of us looking at each other anymore.

"I have to get to my shift. You're welcome to hid out in here." I mutter, walking slowly past him.

He moves slightly, but I never touch him. His hand goes to where my shoulder went right through him. I feel his eyes follow me as I walk to the door. With my hand on the doorknob, I glance back at him. He nods his head and with that I leave my room.