*two weeks later*

"What is that fleshy doing here?" He growled as he come to a stop in front of Ratchet.

I keep my stare away from him. Him and his brother always seem to have more problems than they lay on. Ratchet told me they are frontliners and that's why. They take the most damage. Sometimes I feel bad for them, but then they speak. Sideswipe with his vulgar tongue and Sunstreaker with his asshat attitude and personality.

"She is training with me. You know this." Ratchet snaps back at him as he's getting his scanners ready.

"Sit." He orders.

"Not with her here." I can't feel Sunstreaker staring into the top of my head.

"Sunstreaker we've talked about this. She stays."

"I don't want to be her test subject." Sunstreaker interrupts with a sneer. I flinch at his words. Not gonna lie, that hurt a bit.

"You know...She's the one that found out about your spark chamber. She saved your spark!" Ratchet roars at him. Done with his whining.

"Ratchet!" I stare up at him in shock. He promised not to tell.

Sunstreaker becomes silent. I can still feel his eyes on me, but softer this time. I can't bring myself to look at him.

"I'm sorry, but he needed to know." Ratchet apologizes. I see the tenderness in his optics from behind the engineering specs.

"Now I suggest you sit down." Ratchet seethes through his teeth. Sunstreaker sits down instantly on the metal berth to his right.

"We are just taking a scan to check you chamber." He pauses for a moment, grabbing his scanning tool. "Taylor, take a look. Let me know what you see."

I stand slowly and walk closer to the edge of the table, looking at Sunstreaker's chest. Immediately errors pop up, making me step backward. I feel Sunstreaker's optics eye me down. I keep my focus on his chest, pushing queries out of my eyesight. Slowly making my way though to his chamber. I focus my attention on the surgical spot. I can see small scars from Ratchets incisions, but I now see other troubling ones.

"It looks to have healed nicely." I comment to Ratchet.

"Yes it does, you can go back to full duty, Sunstreaker. Next time if you know you're having problems with anything in the vicinity of your spark you better get in here."

"Yes, Ratchet." Sunstreaker doesn't spare me a glance as he stands abruptly and walks out of the med bay.

"Okay let's get back to working on your programming. Maybe we can get it to turn off today."

"That would be nice. It's difficult to walk to and from here." I admit.

*Three hours later*

My brain seems fried. I can barely think straight, barely walk. Ratchet had me focusing hard on trying to turn the program off. He wants to dig into my mind see why it's hard for me too, but there is no way I'm going to let him do surgery. No surgery for me. I'm making my way through the hanger, after three hours of mind bending. Just as I'm about to exit the other side of the hanger, I'm stopped by someone wrapping their arms around me. I immediately stiffen under embrace. We stay like this for over a minute before I say anything.

"Who is touching me?"

I feel the arms loosen and I'm spun around. I set sights on the sexiest man I've ever seen. His electric blue eyes are locked with my soft blue ones. Single strands of his auburn hair hang over them. Swaying in the breeze that flows through the open hanger. He has perfectly tan skin and facial features. High cheek bones, strong jaw and a smile that would stop anyone. He closes those beautiful eyes; his long lashes bouncing and leans his forehead against mine. His strong arms still holding me.

"Thank you for saving, Sunny." His voice soft as he speaks. Now I know exactly who this God send is, Sideswipe.

"Y-your...welcome." I whisper and close my eyes as well.

I don't know how long we stand here. All I know is I've never felt so much love and appreciation, as Sideswipe is giving me right now.

"He thanks you too, he just doesn't know how to show it." He says as we finally part, giving me a small smile. His hands move from my back to my waist.

"We owe you our lives. If you need anything, anything at all, just come to us." I'm touched by his words.

"You don't owe me anything. I was just trying to do what I thought was right." I tell the truth.

"You saved my brother, you did more than what was right. Anyone would have let him suffer. Let him...die, but you didn't. Thank you."

His hands hold tight and he continues to look me in the eye. He then let's go and backs away. His body slowly dissipating, disappearing from my sight. It gives a direct view of Sunstreaker, leaning against the wall, his optics bleeding into mine. His lip plates form a slight grin. Its enough to make my eyes see through the madness. His brother rolls up to him and his optics leave my eyes. That is my cue to leave.

I turn on my heel and make my way across base. I do my best to avoid anyone and everyone, rushing to get to my barracks room. I need sleep, I need alone time, I need to get over that amazing hug. My heart fluttered in a way I've never felt before. Feelings I've never felt before. I'm not sure what to think of it. I sigh, I can't wait to fall into my bed. I wave to some fellow soldiers just before I reach the barracks. I whip my key out of my pocket opening up my door. I strip out of my uniform and throw it on the floor. I walk into the bathroom in only my sports bra and underwear.

I don't have to wait long for the shower to heat and steam to fill up the room. I wipe the fog that covers the mirror and take a look at myself before jumping in. I run my fingers down my arms to my waist, tracing over the scars that litter my body. It's hard to not take in the large one starting under the center of my collar bone and down my sternum. "I hope no one ever has to see this." I mumble under my breath. They remind me of the ones I noticed on Sunstreaker. They were deep ones, ones you would never see on the outside. I wonder who tortured him. I shake my head and look away from my reflection. Time to hop in.

After my shower, I put on a pair of short short jammi bottoms and a pink spaghetti strap tank top. I braid my semi dry hair and after turning off the lights I crawl into bed. Before I drift off to sleep, I remember I have the day off tomorrow. This brings a smile my face.

The next morning I'm woken by the sun hitting my face. I look over at my clock and see that its eight in the morning. Normally I would have jumped up, freaking out that I'm late, but not today. Today I get to laze around in bed and do whatever I want. I don't even plan to leave my room. I curl up closer into my sheets, closing my eyes again. If only I could drift back to sleep. Unfortunately for me I once I'm awake, I'm awake. My programming is already booting up and that function is enough to keep me awake. So instead, I just lay here, keeping myself as relaxed as possible.

I can't stop my mind from replaying yesterday over and over. It is so unfair for the Autobots to have such sexy holoforms. I also got a smile out of Sunstreaker. How is that possible? I mean it wasn't a huge smile, just a small smirk, I think, but still a smile non the less. I wonder what he looks like in his holoform. I mean if Sideswipe is sexy, Sunstreaker has to be just as sexy. They are twins after all. Oh how I want to run my fingers through Sides auburn hair. Stare into my eyes like he did yesterday. What is wrong with me? They are giant robots form another planets. I rub my hands over my face. The struggle is real.

I decide to occupy my time with a book for now. I know later I might go out and bot watch. Optimus gave me permission to watch them to try and get my programming to shut off. I do it as often as I can. Especially if Ratchet doesn't need me. Most of the Autobots don't mind, they seem curious about why I'm there and my 'abilities' as they call it. I don't mind the questions, some can get a little personal, but I ignore those ones. Some bots, like Wheeljack, try and recruit me to help with stuff. To find things wrong with any equipment when they make or has been damaged in battle. I try to help with what I can, but even with their equipment, its hard to see clearly. There special metal is as alive as they are and makes it difficult to concentrate on. I just hope one day I figure this all out. Without having to be reprogrammed as Ratchet has suggested the first week I started working with him.

As I lay in my bed, my hair lays over my chest. A few loose strands tickle my nose, but I don't let it bother me as I read my book. I can't help but let my mind wander to yesterdays meeting with Sunstreaker and the scars that covered the area around his spark chamber. A part of me wants to know how they got there, but the other part pleads to me to never find out. Knowing the damage I've lived through and the battles I've fought to stay alive, make me wonder if he has lived through the same. It could be the reason why he is so distant from the others and venomous to anyone who tries to get close. Except for his twin. Sideswipe is the only one I've seen treat him like he isn't some war machine. Sideswipe cares a lot for Sunstreaker and it shows. He's constantly trying to keep his twin happy. Joking with him or training with him. They are always together, it is very rare to see them apart. Their personalities are so different, but you can see that they are made for each other. They complete each other, like soul mates. Two sparks made from one. Humans would see it as disgusting and sinful, but they aren't humans and its beautiful how they work together. How they are one with each other.

Thinking about it, I want to ask Ratchet what happened to Sunstreaker. I know I'm taking a risk, but I'm curious. I know he has a little more respect for me after saving his life. I just must know if we have in some weird way, lived through the same thing. God, what am I thinking? Sunstreaker and I could never be the same. I want to understand him and the way he is. He would never tell me himself, so maybe I need to get someone else to tell me.

I can't focus on this book anymore. Not that it isn't interesting, but I'm thinking to much about Sunstreaker and his scars. I think I'll go for a run to clear my mind. I'll put some music on and run around the edge of base. There is a dirt road that winds around the base fence, to keep everyone inside. Well that's what it feels like sometimes. Its only to keep everyone out. Though I thought that was what the water was for. You know being on an island and all. I pull on a pair of sweats and my army shirt. I tie my hair up in a bun and grab my mp3 player. Yeah, I know I'm old school. I don't even have a cell phone. Why do I need one if everyone I talk to is right next door? At least that's how I think of it.

*------------------*

"Ratchet can I ask you a question?" I don't want to interrupt him, but it's been eating at me and I need to know.

"Yes?" He doesn't look up form the screen of his computer.

"What happened to Sunstreaker to have all those scars underneath near his spark chamber?"

I see him tense and optics go wide as if recalling a memory. His jaw opens, then closes again. Silence looms around us. It must be a hard subject to talk about.

"Never mind, Ratchet. I shouldn't have asked." I say quickly and turn back to my work.

"It's not my business to tell you and before you think to ask Sunstreaker, he's had probably the worst experiences over all of us, even me or Prime. So, I advise you not to ask, same for his twin." He warns.

It only fuels my curiosity even more, but I know what it's like to not want questions asked. So, I will respect the fact and forget I even thought about it.

"I understand." I whisper. Silence fills the room again, not as uncomfortable as before.

"May I ask you a question?" Ratchet stops what he's doing and looks down at me. I pause for a moment before looking up at him. I wonder what he could want to know.

"What is the real reason you got experimented on. Why did the humans turn you into half a computer?" He turns, whole upper half facing me now. I get up from my spot on the floor and walk closer to him.

"I told you I was ina bad accident. I had a crushed skull and lost both my eyes. It was a new development and they wanted to try it on me. It worked, I got my eyesight back as well as full brain function and the mobility of my limbs." I explain hoping it's enough for him.

"But why you?"

He must have been thinking about this for a while.I look to the ground, thinking if I really want to tell him or not. I haven't known him for too long yet. No one knows the real reason on why I am the way I am.

"You can trust me, Taylor. I won't say anything to anyone."

"It's not that I can't trust you, Ratchet. Its just something no one knows, and I don't know if I want anyone to know." I speak to the ground, unsure of how to go about this. I feel his eyes boring into me, I know he's trying to understand.

"Well, when your ready, if your ever ready, know that I am here if you'd like to talk about it."

I snap my eyes up to him, he's already turned back to his work. My program falters for a moment before errors begin to pop up. So, I look away and go back to my work, but not without whispering a quiet thank you to Ratchet.