'Sky...' I groaned in annoyance. 'Stop stalking me too, Ratchet. I said I wouldn't do it, and I stand by it, damn it,' I snapped and picked up speed. 'Look... I need you to listen.' He grabbed my arm and yanked me rather forcefully to face him. 'There's nothing to talk about. I did that stupid thing yesterday, so... keep your part of the deal and make sure he stays out of my damn way,' I snapped. 'He won't. I can try, but he won't because you're his next target. You must get on his good side if you want to make it through it.' I rubbed my forehead. 'Stop bothering me, okay? I will go to Prime next time,' I snapped and passed.

I was really upset. Not just about what is happening here but also because my parents' case isn't further investigated. There's no more evidence to analyze, so they simply told me they had committed suicide. It broke me. I knew they didn't, and everyone who knew them is aware of this too. I just can't prove it. I brushed a tear off my cheek and headed for the locker room. It was quiet. I was a little early, so I guess that was the issue.

I opened the locker and removed my coat. I jumped up as the door hit the wall when some stormed in. It was Sunstreaker. Of course, it had to be him. 'Your work is sloppy, and I want you to redo it until I'm satisfied,' he snapped, jabbing his finger in my direction. 'Go to hell, leave me alone and do it yourself if you know it so well,' I snapped. I honestly believed he would try to hurt me again, but he didn't and went silent. 'Why are you so upset? Why did you cry?'

I couldn't really read from his face if it was sincere or not. He definitely curious, but if it was based on bad intentions remained a mystery. 'Ugh, it's none of your business, and you'll be the last person in the entire universe I would be talking to,' I snapped and slammed the locker shut. 'Right, well, I sense a lot of sadness. What is going on?'
'Damn, you even have the guts to ask me what is wrong... maybe you're the source of everything! Get the hell out of my face, Sunstreaker. I don't talk to monsters like you.' I pushed him aside.

I heard him following me. 'You don't talk to me that way!' I ignored him and slammed the metal door of the hallway shut in his face. Maybe I don't care what he will do to me. If he kills me now or in 30 days. Coming to Washington DC was a mistake. I should've stayed at home, trying to figure out what had happened to my parents. Instead, I'm here with a psychopath on my heels. How ironic.

Around 10 O'clock, uncle Matt walked up to me. 'Hey, are you eating at home tonight?' The word 'home' triggered me. His home isn't my home. 'Uh, no... I've got to work late, so...' I trailed off. He eyed me closely. 'Are you okay?' I nodded and mustered a smile on my face. 'Yeah. Just wrapping up some work from yesterday.' It wasn't a lie. Last day wasn't a good day at all. I hadn't been able to focus on anything.' He leaned against the doorway. 'I know Sunstreaker is stalking you...' he trailed off. 'Yeah, well... that's what it is with these monsters. They're just predators and having fun killing people. You were right before; I wouldn't have come if I had known about him before I got here. That thing is dangerous... at least you know who got me killed, unlike I know who murdered my parents,' I snapped angrily.

'Sky, hey.'

He grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. 'I know it's hard, but you can't keep living in the past. It happened four years ago, and these things happen all the time. The truth will come out eventually—' I cut him off. 'That's not good enough for me. Someone murdered them! I want to know who did it and why. The investigators said it was suicide. Do you believe my mom would leave me behind and commit suicide? Or my dad? I snapped and picked up some file cases. 'I don't believe it... I just can't.'

I heard him sigh. 'I don't want to deal with Sunstreaker, and next time I make sure he gets locked up in the darkest cellar they have here so he can rot and rust away like he's supposed to!' I spat out venously. 'You're reacting your anger on Sunstreaker because you've no one else to blame. Sunstreaker is not responsible for your parent's death. He did many bad things, but this isn't one of them, and I don't think it's fair to blame him. His past is ugly and dark... he has no right to kill people, but you're judging him. He doesn't come straight from hell; he wasn't born this way. Even before he committed all these murders, he wasn't accepted and I think the murders are just a negative way of asking for attention. He's alone, misunderstood, and he's hurt too. Even you don't believe me.'

I snorted. 'Ah, so that gives him the right to kill people? Because he's hurt? I'm hurt and grieving too, but you don't see me walking around with a knife and killing everybody. It's just a bad excuse to cover up his messed-up mind. Just for the record, you don't know if he was responsible for their death. Do you know where he was four years ago?' I snapped. 'You're being unreasonable. Sunstreaker didn't do it. Since he got here, in Washington DC, five years ago, he hasn't left the city without supervision. It is just for a few missions, but they haven't occurred anywhere near Hollywood. It's easy to blame someone, but Sunstreaker is not the killer you're looking for.'

With that open in the air, he walked off. I also exited the room with the files tightly in my hands. As if my life depended on it. I was aware of Sunstreaker's presence, but I ignored him. He's probably not happy with the way I spoke to him earlier.
Today, however, I didn't leave the base for lunch. It was raining and even a little cold for a mid-June summer day. The cafeteria was crowded when I entered at 1 PM. I sat down a little further away from people at an empty table—the only empty table left in the room.

I poked in my food, listening to the many conversations around me until someone decided to sit down in front of me at this small two-person dining table. The atmosphere was tense. I looked up. He didn't look at me nor say a word. He just sat there, eating his sandwich like it was the normal thing to do. He hadn't even asked if he could sit here. I didn't even want to try to argue with him and got up. I marched out of the cafeteria with my food and sat down in an empty conference room, where I finished eating my grilled sandwich.

Soon after, I started working again. Prowl walked up to me. 'Could you give these to Ratchet?' I took the papers. 'But Sunstreaker's name is on it.' He nodded. 'Y-yeah, but Ratchet is the one talking to Sunstreaker and making sure he gets his mail.' Prowl turned around and walked off.
When I reached the medbay, Ratchet walked around in his surgical outfit. He seemed to be in a rush. 'Is that for Sunstreaker?' I nodded and expected him to tell me to lay it on his desk, but he didn't. 'You can give it to him. He's in the hangar.'

'I'll lay it on your desk.' I doubted he had heard me. Ratchet signed a few papers and walked off to the OR.
I sighed and looked at the mail. Why does he even get mail? From who would it be? I tried to figure it out by just looking at the envelope, but I couldn't.

I debated briefly with myself about what to do but eventually decided to give him the mail. Like Ratchet had said, he was in the hangar, sitting on his hood with both hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoody. I walked up to him. 'Your mail,' I grumbled. He took it and eyed me. I turned around to leave. 'Your work was sloppy...' he got up and pointed at his hood. 'Yeah, well... I was forced to do it. If you know it so well, why don't you just do it yourself?' I snapped. 'Because you gave me these scratches in the first place.'

'Yeah, because you were stalking me! I swear... if you do it again or even attempt to kill me, I'll make sure you get locked up in the darkest cellar I can find and make sure you rot away.' I jabbed my finger into his chest. 'Right...' he turned away from me. 'I'm used to being locked up, so... doesn't affect me that much anymore.' He shrugged and flipped through some envelopes. 'Good.'

'Your uncle was right, though...' I raised a brow and crossed my arms. 'It's really easy to blame me for what happened, but I was not involved in whatever foul play was involved four years ago. You clearly don't understand how 'most' psychopaths work. We operate in a certain area—mostly close to where we live. Places we are comfortable with, and they know very well. For me, that's Washington DC. I don't kill outside this zone... except on the battlefield. There are exceptions, of course, and just for the record, I haven't killed for a while.'

'Yeah, right. Sure you did,' I grumbled. 'I mean it.' I sighed and crossed my arms. 'The cops will not come back on your parents' case. They probably won't even find the killer.' He shrugged. 'Are you implying you can?' He stopped in his tracks and stared at it for a long time before replying. 'Maybe, maybe not.' I shook my head and turned around. 'Where are you going, Sky? My alt-mode needs to be fixed properly! It looks hididious!' he shouted after me. 'Screw you, Sunstreaker!' I shouted back. I heard him take a sprint and block my way. 'I don't want to screw you... I kill humans, remember? I want it to be fixed, and I am not going to do it myself because I didn't do it!' he snapped and jabbed his finger in the centre of my chest.

I slapped his hand away. 'Get the hell out of my face! I have work to do, and you are a waste of time,' I snapped. With a roar, he shove me against the pillar. All the air squeezed from my lungs. 'I am losing my patience, and I will only say this one more time... my hood needs to be fixed properly. Your work is sloppy, and you will be doing it tonight because if you don't, I will kill you slowly and painfully!' He let go, and I dropped to the ground. A million things came to mind, but it didn't seem wise to say them all, and I couldn't. My hand reached for my throat, rubbing the sore spot before slowly getting back up on my feet. He sure is vain, and he can't stand my sloppy work.

I was boiling with rage by now and got up. He glared back at me. I snitched his eight-inch long knife from his holster and marched over to his alt-mode. Before he could even realize what I was about to do, I scratched the side of his alt-mode, all the way from his hood, over his door to the rear. 'No!' Sunstreaker roared and lunged for me. I turned and cut his torso. There was a hiss before he moved away and looked at his chest. I used the brief break to stab his tire. Sunstreaker roared and lunged for me again. We wrestled over the ground until a gunshot was fired, and we both bolted away. 

'What the hell are you two doing!' 

Ironhide grabbed me and hoisted me up. 'Look what she did to me!' Sunstreaker pointed at his alt-mode before pointing at his chest. 'Ugh! You attacked me first, and I told you, you would regret it!' I screamed. Ironhide jabbed his finger in my face. 'Be quiet! No more word coming from you,' he snapped before looking at Sunstreaker. 'You leave her alone from now on, got it!' he yelled; Sunstreaker downcasted his eyes like a puppy who got yelled at for doing something wrong. 'You come with me.' Ironhide snapped and took me with him.