The drive started out silent and I mean really silent, like deadly. Drake hasn't said a word. His hand is gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles are turning white. His face is all scrunched together. I know he's mad. I just don't know how to start a conversation. I can't even look at him. He is one of my best friends and I kept this tremendous secret from him. My eyes shift back and forth from him to the window to anywhere. I don't know what to do.

"You going to explain?" He says bluntly, eyes still on the road.

I look straight at the road ahead of me, unsure how to start.

"This is probably going to be the only time we have to talk before we get to base. So, speak." He orders.

An Airman First Class is ordering a First Lieutenant. What has this world come to?

"Look, I know it's a lot to take in. You remember me telling you about the pilot I met, who flies amazing. Well, he's a Cybertronian and a Decepticon. He transforms from a jet to a robot." I say finally looking at him.

"Yeah, I kinda figured the transforming thing. When I watch a truck drive out onto the field and suddenly it was a giant robot. But what the hell are they doing here and what do they want and why in hell is one of them after you?" His voice only raised as he went.

"Well the one that was shooting at us is the leader of the Decepticons and he wants me dead. I am apparently a distraction to his first lieutenant. Which is Dreadwing, by the way. And he found out because he had another Decepticon follow him and now I'm on a hit list. Then there are the Autobots who are stranded on Earth and have sworn to protect it. Optimus Prime like I said is leader of the Autobots. There is are the others too. I honestly don't remember their names because I was extremely pissed off when I met them. I was kidnapped by a blue and pink motorcycle and a yellow sports car. You know that time I disappeared and then I said I was having rutter trouble." I pause for a moment, glancing at Drake. He doesn't say anything, but I think he might break the steering wheel.

"Well there I met with them and Agent Fowler was there. He's the reason I was grounded for so long, by the way. They wanted me to be protected by them. Now I know why." I finished.

We sat in silence; the base is coming into view. But before we can hit the gate, he slams on the brake and the vehicle stops moving. I keep looking forward. I am actually afraid to look at him. I'm a fucking lieutenant and I can't even look at an airman. It's probably worse because he's my best friend. I just hope he hurries up and speak.

After what feels like a lifetime, he speaks, "When were you going to tell me all of this?" His voice calm and it's scary.

"I...I don't know. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know. I mean you are my best friend..."

"That's your excuse. You have been in danger and you didn't think to tell ME! Someone who Fucking cares about you. Who wants to keep you safe! Who has been there for you since you came here! You're too busy frolicking with a possible enemy of the ENTIRE world to realize that you could have died every Fucking time."

"DREADWING IS NOT AN ENEMY!" I scream at him.

"YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT!" He screams back.

"If he wanted to kill me, he would have done so months ago. He hasn't. There is good in him. I know it." My voice still raised but I'm not screaming anymore.

"Rebecca..." He starts.

"It's Lieutenant to you." I say angerly.

I don't give him a chance to answer. I get out of the hmmwv and I slam the door close. I do the best to keep my tears back. I don't need anyone seeing me cry. I've never got into a fight with him. I understand he is mad about it. But I wasn't allowed to tell him. I keep letting that run through my head. I couldn't tell him. It wasn't my fault. I get to the gate and it's already open. I barely get through before there is a Captain in my face.

"Do you want to tell me what the fuck went on back there? Why we had to turn the hell around? Why I have men coming back talking about an unidentified jet or something flying around our field op, shooting at us?" His voice is quiet, trying to not draw to much attention, but it's strong and I know I'm being yelled at.

"Sir, this isn't the place to talk about this." I say as calmly as possible.

"I don't give a rats ass about the place right now. I want an explanation." He points a finger in my face.

"Captain!" That nagging voice I just can't stop hearing is behind me and for once I welcome it.

"I am having a conversation right now Special Agent Fowler." He says through clenched teeth.

"Your going to want to hear what I have to say before you take it out on your Lieutenant." The Captain does an about face and Agent Fowler follows, not without giving me a wink.

I continue to stand and watch them walk away. The second they walk through the doors to the offices; I'm being surrounded by soldiers and airmen alike. They all want answers. I don't have any answers to give them. I don't know what to say. It's like trying to talk to Drake all over again. I need to get away. I start pushing past them. They are getting in my face. I can't breathe.

"Please get out of my way." I struggle to get the words out.

No one listens to me. They continue to shout and curse. Their faces begin to blur. Everything is closing in around me. I don't understand. I need to get out of here. My breathing goes short, my heart is beating rapidly. I think I'm losing feeling in my legs. I need to get my flak jacket off. I feel my weapon start to slide off my shoulder. Someone stands in front of me, but I can't recognize their face. I try to grip their uniform. The fabric slips through my fingers. Everything seems to slow down. What is happening to me? I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I need help, but no one's helping. Then the ground gets closer to me and everything goes black.