After that day, things started to go more smoothly. There hasn't been much Decepticon activity, and I got to stay at base more, got to go fly too. I still go back to the Autobot post when I'm not busy, but today I'm here doing more paperwork than I'd like to admit. Dreadwing and I keep in touch, but haven't seen each other since that day. It's probably better that we don't see each other, but it's hard. Captain hasn't been a pain in my ass much either. He knows what I did and applauded me for my actions, but to bad no one can know what happened.

As I'm sitting at my desk, I get a text from Dreadwing. He's asking me to meet him at our spot. He knows I can't just go flying, but it must be important for him to ask me to meet up with him. I text him back saying that I'm not on the flight route today and he is quick to message back. He will come to me, he says. Something is definitely wrong. He wouldn't risk getting close to base, unlike last time. I hope everything is alright. I leave my blouse laid on the back of my chair. With my phone shoved into my pocket, I run out to the airstrip to find Drake. I find him checking some landing gear on one of the jets.

"Drake" Call out to him.

He pauses and looks up. Looking around for where my voice came from. He smiles when his eyes find me and he stands up straight. I come to a stop in front of him, trying to catch my breath.

"I need you to cover for me."

"Why?" He looks at me confused.

"I have to go meet Dreadwing." His eyes widen for a moment.

"How, you're not on the route today?"

"He's coming here."

"Isn't that a little dangerous for a Decepticon?"

"It has to be urgent, or he wouldn't come. I don't know what's wrong. Just please if anyone asks where I am, tell them I went for a run or something. I need to make sure he's okay." I plead to him.

"Go, I got you." I smile wide and jump for joy.

"Thank you so much. I owe you." I yell as begin to run off.

"Yeah, you do." He shouts after me.

I text Dreadwing to meet me near the base of the mountain. It's a few miles from back, but its' the only place no one comes out too. We will be safe to talk there.

I run all the way, but my legs begin to ache after mile four, but I've been trained to run long distances. So, this isn't bad for me. I only have about two more miles to go, but then I'm covered in a shadow. I continue to run as I look up and see a royal blue belly of a jet flying over me. A cable falls from underneath and I jump on. I hold on for dear life as he flies to the outskirts. He stays low enough that I can breathe, but high enough not to hit the cactuses. When we hit the base of the mountain, he lowers me to the ground. I jump down and he transforms. I start to dust off but freeze as I catch a glimpse of the pain in his red optics.

"Dreadwing, What's wrong?" I forget about dusting myself and walk closer to him. looking up at him with worrisome eyes.

"I found out something, I wish I had not." He says simply.

Then without warning he falls to his knees. I quickly regain composer and run up to him. Laying hand on his knee plate.

"Starscream not only let my brother die, but he also desecrated his grave and brought him back with dark energon. But he somehow got stuck in the shadow zone. Now he walks aimlessly around alone as a risen dead." His optics stare down at the ground. I say nothing, unsure of what to say. "I'm going to avenge my brother. I will kill Starscream. Then I'm leaving the Decepticons."

I look up in shock. "Where will you go? Will you join the Autobots? Will I see you again?"

There are so many questions running through my mind, and I begin to pace.

He doesn't answer yet, but carefully he picks me up and brings me up close to his face. He studies me for a moment.

"I do not know where I will go, nor will I join the Autobots. I can't stay to close to you without raising suspicion, but this won't be the last time I see you."

I let out a breath, relieved this isn't goodbye.

"I'm so sorry, Dreadwing." I reach out and caress his cheek. His optics shut and he leans into my palm.

"I wish there was something I could do to help." I lower my voice to a whisper.

"There is nothing that can bring my twin back to me. Nothing that can fill the empty void in my spark."

"Then why seek revenge?" His optics open and seem to darken.

"Starscream must pay for what he has done. He gets away with too much. He has no honor or loyalty. He is constantly trying to rid Megatron and become leader. He will do anything to achieve power, including degrading my brother. His savagery must end." His voice deepens and he looks ready to kill. I have no doubt that is his plan.

"I think you should wait before you do anything you may regret. Think about this before you go off killing Cons. I mean I know Starscream deserves to suffer, but if you kill him, he can't suffer. He will get off easy." I reason. He growls lowly, it vibrates through me. "I know you don't like it, but what if something happens to you?"

I rest my hand back on his cheek and the sneer loosens.

"I will be alright. You do not need to worry about me." He then brings his hand to the ground, this signals for me to get off. I walk a few steps out before turning and looking up at him.

"I always worry." I say to him, keeping a straight face.

"Are you on patrol tomorrow?" He asks changing the subject.

I roll my eyes before I answer, "Yes at 1300."

"Meet me at the canyon tomorrow."

"You better be there." I point up to him giving him a look of authority.

"I promise I will be there." He promises with a small smile.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow then." I smile up to him and he transforms. I watch him race off into the sky. Preforming a few twirls and spins until he is out of view. Now I make my hike back to base.

"And where were you?" I jump at the grumpy voice that comes from my right.

"I went for a run." I lie wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"For two hours, without water." Agent Fowler walks close to me, making me take a step back.

"Okay so I walked a good chunk of it. Why does it matter?" My face scrunches up as I get annoyed.

"Then can you tell me why a blue jet was spotted near the mountain?" He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know I've been caught.

"Okay so what?" I try and shrug off.

"I've told you this before, you shouldn't be meeting with Dreadwing. He's a Decepticon. He could kill you." He stresses, using hand motions.

"But he hasn't. There is obviously some good in him. He would never hurt me, never. You know he killed the con on my tail. He's protected me countless of times. If he didn't care he would have let me die." I lay down the line. I know Dreadwing wouldn't hurt me. He cares for me as much as I care for him. I have explained this to many times now.

"No Decepticon has good in them. None of them can be good. It was just a fluke. He probably was aiming at you." I roll my eyes and try and push past him.

"Stay away from him, that's an order." He says through clenched teeth. I ball my hands into fists and bite my cheek to keep from saying something I'll regret. I send him a glare and then stalk back to my office.

I grumble under my breath about not being able to go see Dreadwing. If Agent Fowler thinks he can order me not to see him, he's got another thing coming. I am a Lieutenant in the Air Force, an officer. He's not even my superior, except for the fact that he was sent form the pentagon and he knows all about the Autobots and Decepticons. He hasn't seen what I've seen. He hasn't seen the conversations Dreadwing and I have. There is good in the Decepticon.

But it didn't matter, Dreadwing didn't show up the next day, or the next time I went for patrol. I think about back at the mountain. The last time I saw him, not knowing it would be my last, I watched him fly off, soring into the sky. Watching him until he was nothing but a speck. Then he was gone. I remember staying at the base of the mountain, thinking over everything he told me. The pain showed through his eyes. The scowl he wore as he spoke of what Starscream did to his twin. His hands clenched into fists ready to beat the damned. Tear into the traitor that was once Megatron's second in command. His vow to destroy him. I remember the heat I felt as it radiated off him. His cooling fans on high trying to cool his temper. Dreadwing never really got angry, but when he did, he was like a volcano getting ready to explode. He said it wouldn't be the last time he would see me, but deep down I knew. I knew it would be. He never came back. Never called me again. Never sent his location to me again. And I don't even know what happened. I don't know if he left the planet or if Megatron killed him. Will I ever know?

After a few weeks, I finally asked Agent Fowler about Dreadwing. I needed to know. But for once the special agent didn't know. He gave me a guilted look and rested a comforting hand on my shoulder. He told me it was best the con was gone. I could only get hurt if I continued to see him. I remember scoffing in anger at him, pulling away from him. He knew nothing of the secret meetings and laughter we shared. Dreadwing wasn't like the rest of the Decepticons. He was just a lost and confused soul. Thinking he was doing good for a cause that was no longer there. He was loyal and fierce. He would always serve Megatron, for Megatron was there for him and was loyal in return. Agent Fowler knew nothing. He still knows nothing. I will never grant him access to the beauty that was Dreadwing. I will always remember Dreadwing. Whether he's dead or not or just lost. I will keep him alive in me. I will miss him, but he will never be forgotten.