~(Y/N)'s POV~    

 You know that moment when you're just dandy, and then SOMEONE ruins that feeling and you're stuck with this gloomy cloud hanging above you all day? Yeah, Arcee's a real party crasher.

"Well it rains and it pours when your out on your own,

If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes

'Cause I spent the night dancing I'm drunk I suppose

If it looks like I'm laughing 'I'm really just asking to leave this alone

You're in time for the show

You're the one that I need

I'm the one that you loathe

You can watch me corrode

Like a beast in repose--"

         "Would you stop singing that?" Arcee grumbled.

         "Just to spite you: no." I continued to twirl and dance, starting the song over again.

         "I can't wait till you get out of here."

         "You and me both two-wheeler."

         "Stop calling me that."

She glared from her spot by the entrance, waiting until it was time to go and pick up Jack. I hadn't gained his trust or liking yet. But who could blame him. I pretty much made the pair almost run into a sign! But hey, it was fun... for me anyway.

         "Don't you have some crying to do in your prison?"

         "Don't you have some sulking to do in your berthroom?"

         "Why would I be sulking?"

I just grinned. This made Arcee uneasy as she shifted her pedes.

     When she was captured, I was told of her comrade Cliffjumper, and his untimely death, and also his unforgivable re-awakening by Megatron. I planned on using that to my advantage when she was locked up and I was known as Wildstryke, but now seemed to be so much more fun. I refrained from mentioning it though. I might be overall protected here, but that doesn't mean she won't try to kill me. That and taking the oh so wonderful path of a Decepticon at this moment might put me back under house-arrest. And by "house-arrest" I mean being locked up in the vault again. So instead I said:

         "I know you know why, you just won't admit it, or acknowledge it." I continued to grin, and Arcee glared.

         "What are you getting at?"

         "That's on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know." I leaned on the rail of platform, making myself comfortable as Arcee glared, trying to burrow into my very soul, but it didn't work as I only stared back.

         "You're trying to tear us apart from the inside aren't you?"

Where the frag did that come from? Though that does sound tempting... Naw, I'll take Knockout's advice from the first day.

         "Sadly no. I just find your squirming overly amusing." I grinned.

         "I'm not squirming."

         "Than why are your servos clenched into fists, and optics strained as if they'll make me spontaneously combust, you're also overly fidgety. Hunny, my boyfriend is a doctor, I know a thing or two about body posture and eye contact." That much was true.

     Arcee simply growled, and left, ten minutes early too, which was odd for her since she always seems to leave on time. To bad for Ratchet, since he needed her for something at that moment.

         "Where did Arcee go?" He asked no one in particular, since he didn't see me.

         "She left to pick up Jack."

He jumped at my voice.

         "Before you say anything more, yes, I know it's early for her to leave, but I think she needed a drive." I smiled.

         "Uh, well... perhaps you can help me." He started to walk off, and I followed, quite curious.

         "And what is it that you think I can be trusted with?"

         "It's nothing important. I dropped one of my tools and my servos are to big to get it back."

         "And how am I going to help?"

I had to jump off the platform as we entered the med bay.

         "Well, your natural body structure is smaller, and I believe you to be a bit more flexible..."

         "Wait what?"

     Ratchet picked me up by my shirt, and set me on a metal table that was close to the wall, the metal back going all the way to the floor. Looking down the crevice that was created, I saw the said tool, and a slight dent in the wall.

         "Dropped one of your tools, huh?" I started to wonder who he threw it at, and why.

         "Yes... I was hoping Arcee might be able to get it, but since she's not here I thought you might as well."

         "Alright Pillsbury Doughboy, give me a sec and I'll get your stupid wrench."

         "What--"

         "Don't worry about it."

     I made my way down the crevice, first hanging by my hands at the lip until I propped myself up and locked my body in it's spot with my back and feet.

         "If I fall you're paying for damages."

         "I will do no such thing!"

     I snickered, and started my decent. Left foot down, right foot down, slide my back. Left, right, back. Left, right, back. Left, right, back. I did this until I hit the floor with my butt. There was enough room to fit my shoulders through, though they touched the wall and the desk. I slid my way past wires and huge dust bunnies, as well as a couple old pieces of glass that had broke. Soon I came to the wrench, and started to lift it onto my back.

         "You gotta shoelace or small wire I can climb back up?"

         "Wouldn't one of the wires down there do?"

I looked at the wires around me, a couple made it to the top, but when I tested it, the weight of the wrench threatened whatever device it was attached to fall.

         "Not unless you want the thing this wire is attached to to fall. And I have a feeling you need it." I grinned, though Ratchet didn't see.

         "Give me a moment and I'll see if I can find something."

I heard his pede steps recede. That's when I realized that I was stuck in this crevice, and there was a very high chance that I would be forgotten here if Ratchet found another project... Scrap.

         I tested the wire again after 5 minutes of Ratchet not coming back. Unlike the popular theory of dumb people, the device on top was just as unstable as it was before, why I tried it again I have no clue. Then I had a realization.

         Looking down the sides of the me-sized crevice, I saw the edge of the desk used by the Medic. Assuming the desk was parallel to the wall, I started the trek to the edge, and perhaps getting out of my predicament of possible forgotten-ness. Once there, I found that I could fit if I went through with my back against the wall, but the wrench was to fat to come with me, so I had to drag it out.

     I had just gotten the wrench halfway out from behind the desk when Ratchet came back.

         "I didn't find anything that was quite long enough... unless barbed wire works."

         "Frag that! I already got this thing out. And it's staying on the floor unless you pick it up!" I dragged it to his pedes and threw it at him, though it didn't get far since it was so heavy. It fell with a CLUNK, and I stomped off, angry at him for not finding a better solution, but mostly myself for not seeing how easy it could have been to get the stupid wrench out. "You're welcome, by the way." 

(Song by My Chemical Romance. Go check it out if you want! I don't know the name of the song, sorry... Anywho! Thanks for reading! Have fun crying thanks to these heartbreaking pictures... you're not alone guys ;_;)