(Warning- Graphic content)

The yard was empty. The wind winding throughout the buildings, bringing up dust and leaves, scattering them all over the place. The shop was empty. Everything left exactly where it was. Dust was starting to settle on the equipment inside. The truck and trailer sat still broken on the inside. The fifth wheel had finally fallen though the bed of the truck. The weakness of the frame that was holding it finally caved in. This caused the gooseneck of the trailer to be finally been broken free of the fifth wheel after it fell though. It was now just leaning on the bottomed out truck. It just sat there, waiting for someone to fix it. The blanket is still in the same spot it was thrown on the couch. No one has been in here for some time. Same as with the house. Leaves scattered the porch. Cobwebs and dust collected on the windows and railings. The inside was dark and cold. Nothing has been moved in some time. A place that used to be full of life. Full of happiness and laughter. But now...now it is slowly falling apart.

Shelby sits at her desk, drawing up another design. She had to get this one right. Lately her ideas haven't been making Megatron happy. She just can't do it anymore. She rests her head in her hand. Grabbing a fistful of her hair in the process.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this." She whispers to herself. A lone tear started form in her eye.

"4 months." She starts, "4 months I've been on this God forsaken ship. And all I do is draw designs and make new equipment for Megatron to try and destroy the Autobots with. But They all end up failing."

She gives a small smirk.

"The only good part about it, is the only reason I'm still alive, is because he hasn't found out about what I've been doing. " She whispers.

Instead of drawing a new design now, she starts a outline of Dreadwing. Adding all his details, from the sword on his back to the details on his power core. She drew him a lot. Especially at times like this, when she was running out of ideas.

There is a knock on the door, then the sound of it opening. Shelby doesn't bother looking over. She doesn't care anymore who it was that came in. She never got any privacy. They wouldn't even let her go back to her home to get some of her equipment. Megatron didn't want the Autobots getting any ideas. For the past few months she has been trying to get back to them. She doesn't even know if they have tried to come get her or if Dreadwing ever made it. She quickly takes the drawing of him and puts it in one of the drawers in the desk with all the others.

"Shockwave needs you in the lab." Says a honeyed voice.

She knows the voice all to well. Always pretending to be nice about everything but is really good for nothing son of a bitch.

"What does he want, Heels?" She taunts. She turns in her chair and looks up at Starscream as he starts to ball his servos up in anger.

"It's commander Starscream to you!" He snaps.

"Whatever." She gets up and walks to the ledge. Starscream stands there still fuming over what she said.

"Are we going or not?" She shouts. He gives a forced smile and holds his servo out for her. She jumps on and they leave the room.

Starscream was the one she trusted the least, but unfortunately, if Knockout was busy she had to deal with him. Knockout was the only one closest to a friend to her on the ship. He made sure she had everything she needed. Though she never left the ship, Knockout always brought something back for her. Whether it was something she needed or just something to remind her from the outside. Soundwave rarely acknowledged her. He only came and got her if she was needed for emergencies. Which lately had been often. She was running out of ideas to try. They walked into the lab and

Starscream immediately drops her on the counter closest to the door. Knockout and her rigged up a walkway system for her to get from the different equipment in the room. So Shockwave or Knockout wasn't always picking her up to take her from place to place. Shelby walks casually over to Shockwave. He seems to be in the middle of testing some formulas.

"Whatcha need, Shocky?" She asks. She her hands in her pockets of her black skinny jeans and is leaning against a large cylinder of yellowish-orange liquid. The liquid is what the Predicon clones would grow in.

"I need your small servos." He states in his monotone voice. Shelby raises her eyebrow at him.

"What do you need my hands for?" She questions.

"Come over here." He orders.

She looks over at him, still a questioning look on her face. She is still unsure if she wants near him.

"Now!" He raises his voice.

She jumps at the tone and quickly makes her way over to him. In front of him is a machine. The machine is huge compared to Shelby. Well all the machines and equipment are bigger than her, but this one is about twice as tall as her. The closest one to her height. Before Shelby could protest, Shockwave had grabs her by the back of the shirt and lifts her into the machine.

"What the hell, Shockwave!" She screams at him.

"There is a few pieces of glasses stuck in the vents. I need you to get them out." He casually says. Shelby looks up at him in shock from down in the hole she is currently in.

"Your kidding right?" She contests.

As he looks at her, he cocks his head to the side. Confused on why the girl would be asking why he was kidding. When he clearly wasn't.

"No that would be illogical. You are clearly small enough to pull them out. Its only logical for you to pull them out." He states. She gives a large huff in protest to doing this.

"I'm not pulling glass out of the vents." She shrieks.

"Why not?" He asks. She gives him a dumbfounded looked.

"Seriously? Your really going to ask me why not?" She snaps.

"You are the only logical option because of your size." He replies.

"My size maybe logical, but glass is sharp. There is no way I'm going to try and mess with shards half my size." She attempts to explain.

Shockwave bows his head, trying to understand what she has said to him. After a few seconds of contemplating what she said, he nods his head. "Understandable."

He says just before he walks away. Shelby looks up, her mouth open in shock, she brings her hands up in question then brings them back to her side. She turns around and puts her arms on the back of her head and starts to pace.

It is about fifteen minutes later and Shockwave finally returns. He found Shelby sitting in the middle of the machine, her hands wrapped around her legs and her forehead laid on her knees. She doesn't even realize the one-eyed giant has returned. With her head down he doesn't notice her crying. Her cry's are so quiet, they are almost silent. The tears running down her face are staining her pants, luckily they were black and no one would be able to see. Shockwave hears her give a small sniffle and wonders what she is thinking about. That got him thinking and he walks away again. Leaving the crying girl to be alone.

*Flash back*

They found her laying on his stomach on the concrete floor of an abandoned building. Surrounded by blood and an odd bright blue liquid seeping out though open sores on her body. The investigators never found out what the liquid was or who did it. Whoever was occupying the building left no traces of ever being there. Not even foot prints around the building. Its as if she just appeared there. She wasn't dragged there or carried. They had to wear hazmat suits while inspecting her body. They learned quickly that the blue liquid burns skin like acid. When they turned her body over, her eyes were wide with fright. Her jaw was broken from being forced open. They noticed boils lining her tongue, cheeks, and throat. They must have forced the liquid down her throat. Some of the boils seemed to pop as they inspected it further. That's how they knew to put on hazmat suits, as one of the inspectors got the liquid on their hand and it started to get eaten away.

She had very little clothes left on her body. They were ripped and torn. The only parts of fabric left on her skinny, malnourished body was her sports bra, that seemed burned and charred, then a pair of basketball shorts with different kinds of holes and tears all over. Besides the sores and boils, She had burns and different kinds of open wounds. None have seemed to heal properly. She hadn't been missing that long, but it only took a week for all this damage to be done.

I was there when they found my sister. She was the forth child in the family. The third one to be found murdered. I had taken leave to help find her. I can still hear my mothers voice when she told me my sister had gone missing. We had barely gotten over my brothers murders. We weren't ready for this. The day I came home was full of crying and shouting. The four of us children that were left, huddled on the couch with my mother. My father was no were to be found. I assumed he was out looking. I sat on the edge, my older brother sitting with his arm around me and the twins wrapped around my mother. After hours of this, I left in a haste in my truck to go find her. I couldn't just sit there and cry. I had to do something. And that something was find her.

It was torture for me to know that I was to late. I was always to late.

*back to reality*

Shockwave returned and this time he decided he needed to wake the girl. She is now pulling at her hair and rocking back and forth. She jerks back as she feels his pointy digit lightly press against her back. She wipes away the last few tears to run down her cheek. He pulls away, unsure of what to say or do.

"Oh Shockwave, I'm sorry did I fall asleep?" She asks with a yawn and stretches her limbs.

"Yes and it seemed to have made you act abnormal." He says slowly.

"Oh it..it was just a nightmare, I get those.. every now and then." She struggles to say. He looks up thinking about what she said.

"Anyway can you get me out of here?" She stands up and brushes dust off her ass. Ignoring her question, he moves to the side and grabs something. Shelby couldn't see what it was until he brought it over the machine and down to her.

"What is this?" She questions holding a small black gadget.

"It's a armor suit to protect you while you pull the glass out. As well as protect you from any harm." His monotone voice bellows down to her.

She looks at the strange product. Looking it over, trying to figure out how it could be a suit.

"And how does it work?" She wonders, full of curiosity.

"Bring it up to your chest and press the pink bottom in the center." He tells her.

She did as she told and before she could gasp, metal shot out surrounding her body. She can feel the cold metal attach to her skin, instantly warming as formed to her body. Once it was finished molding, she looks over her body. It is black with pink accents, the button that activated it was sitting right over the middle of her chest. She feels the metal, but it doesn't feel like she's wearing it. It is so light against her. She looks up at Shockwave, not sure what to say.

"Knock your head forward." He says to her.

She did as he said and a visor came down over her face. As she looks out of it, it seemed to tint when she looked into the light.

"This is incredible." She breathed out.

"I feel like Iron Man"