"Who's Wheeljack?" (Y/N) questioned as the team stared at the monitor.

         "A buddy of mine!" Bulkhead explained happily. "We used to roll together in the Wreckers."

         "Well, he needs to roll out of sight!" Fowler urged from his video call. "This powerplant is close to civilians, and neither 'Con nor 'Bot is exactly being discreet!"

     There wasn't much explaining needed as the team of four plunged through the groundbridge to help their comrade. Ratchet took good care to watch (Y/N) that time after her last Miko-like stunt. She was at least allowed to watch the fight from the monitor, becoming excited when Wheeljack came through the bridge with the others after Dreadwing managed to escape. However, Wheeljack never noticed her when he entered, more intent on complaining to Ratchet as he repaired his wound. 

         "I need that arm-" she heard him snap sarcastically. 

         "Dreadwing didn't think so." (Y/N) decided to make him notice her by giving a flippy response before Ratchet could.

         "Who's the new addition?" The mech raised an optic brow. "And why's a human staring at me with Cybertronian optics?"

         "A long story." Arcee chimed.

         "Short version is I was captured by the Decepticons." (Y/N) rubbed an arm, though wasn't too sheepish about it like she had been the first time she was with the Autobots.

     Fowler stomped in from the elevator, earning everyone's attention as he complained. (Y/N) sighed as he droned on about having to "jump through some serious hoops" to hide the Jackhammer. (Y/N) inquired about the vessel, and Wheeljack took the opportunity to ignore the angered man. Agent Fowler glared at the Wrecker, and (Y/N) decided this bot was perfect for another possible sabotaging of Team Prime. She helped them once, but from what she understood, they'd jail her for her past alliance with M.E.C.H. Friend or not, after Bumblebee's Transformation Cog was stolen, no one from M.E.C.H. would be safe while under the Autobot's roof. 

     (Y/N) hated to admit it, but it scared her. One small slip up and she'd be of no use to the Decepticons if she went back there. More than likely her plants would be destroyed since they'd be useless as well. They would be likely to find her if she tried to hide, knowing Soundwave was very proficient at his job. If the Autobots did somehow find out her past and current connections, they wouldn't kill her, but she'd certainly be jailed by the human governments they were forced to take refuge through. They could be just as horrible, depending on who decided to take control of her sentence. It could be life in prison, or potentially interrogation. Even the so-called good guys can be cruel toward the enemy.

         "(Y/N), you okay?"

     Blinking, the woman focused her gaze to find Bulkhead waving a servo to gain her attention.

         "You zoned out. Are you sure nothing happened while you were on the war ship?" The Wrecker's concerned expression made the woman smile.

         "Yes, I'm sure." She answered after her usual, sometimes frustrating, pause. "I was just thinking. Maybe a little too hard. What did I miss?"

     Yes, perhaps she was overthinking it. (Y/N) internally sighed, only for a small pinprick of a thought to enter her mind. Why was she worried about living, when she had nearly nothing to live for? She had her plants and that was it. The children were fun and all, but they'd recoil if they knew the truth. The Autobots would do likewise. The Decepticons didn't care whether she lived or not, and (Y/N) never thought to care before now. So why is it troubling her?

         "Well, Jackie's gone off to his ship, I'm about to go talk to him. I just saw your optics were dim and you were staring at the wall, so I wanted to make sure you're alright." Bulkhead explained, and the woman nodded, pushing a strand of hair from her face. 

     She realized she needed a haircut.

         "May I come with you? I won't be too much trouble. I just want to see the Jackhammer. Wheeljack made it sound really cool."

     The green Wrecker thought a moment before nodding, guessing there wouldn't be much harm in it since he was only going to talk to his old friend. He took the wide elevator, meant for big cargo, up to the peak of the missile silo with the human femme in his palm. It wasn't high enough to keep (Y/N)'s headache in check, which had come back with the sudden lowering of their altitude. She hated being so close to Earth's surface, but the constant state of being sick raised the amount of sympathy she received from the Autobots.

     Bulkhead placed her on the ground when he reached Wheeljack and his famous ship. The Wrecker turned when he heard the steps of Bulkhead and chuckled when he saw the small being next to him.

         "What's that saying you humans have- curiosity killed the cat?" The grenade slinging mech smirked.

         "Ah, but there's a response!" (Y/N) smiled. "Satisfaction brought it back."

         "Is that so?" He thought a moment before opening the hatch of the Jackhammer. "Go on in."

Bulkhead guessed this meant he was going to stay for a while, taking this opportunity to speak to him about Optimus Prime and the team.

     Meanwhile, (Y/N) took the opportunity to test how thin the Autobot base's security measures actually were at the top of their dwelling. Unfortunately, her whispers met dead air and a blocked frequency. If she could fly, she might be able to get above their signal blocking field, but she couldn't do anything that wouldn't attract their attention. More than likely, not even Soundwave would be able to track her signal if it wasn't getting out past the Autobot missile silo. 

     Her plans thwarted, the (H/C) haired human decided to actually explore the Jackhammer. She decided there was no real difference between bachelors of Earth or of Cybertron. Wheeljack was just as unkept as most men she knew, though it wasn't trash he kept lying around. It was mostly tools and what looked like medical equipment, but from her height it was hard to tell. She attempted to climb over a box, peering in to find a plethora of stable and dormant grenades ripe for the picking. (Y/N) reached out to maybe find out how to detonate one when Wheeljack and Bulkhead stormed in, making the ship shake and her fall into the box between the deadly items. 

     She struggled to swim out of the potentially bone crushing devices when the ship lurched. She realized they had taken off, and the two mechs had apparently forgotten about her existence within the Jackhammer. She clambered back out of the box with a huff. (Y/N) could feel a combination of feelings well up inside her chest, which she accurately assessed as anger and frustration as well as exasperation at these two heavy hitters. She felt her nose scrunch with the feeling that welled up in her chest like tightening muscle ready to pounce or snap, but the woman breathed deeply before turning and climbing up the pilot's seat.

         "So, where are we going?"

     The two mechs stared at her for a moment before giving a synchronized "scrap".