"Megatron?" Shelby questions. She knew she heard right, but she was hoping it would of been Dreadwing.

"What does Bucket head want?" Miko spat.

"Please read it." Optimus says to Ratchet.

"It says, Tell the girl, if she wants Dreadwing to stay alive. She will turn herself over to me. And I suggest you make a decision quick. It doesn't look like he has long." Ratchet ends and looks over at Optimus and Shelby.

"Where does he want to meet?" Shelby asks, her arms are crossed and she wears a aggravated look on her face.

"These are the coordinates." Ratchet pulls a map up on the screen. They all looked on the map.

"Your not planning on turning yourself in?" Arcee barks.

"What else am I supposed to do? Dreadwing needs that generator. I will explain to Ratchet how to work the generator and how to hook up to Dreadwing." Shelby shrugs explaining her plan.

"No we will not let you trade yourself." Optimus demands.

"Well what else am I supposed to do? Dreadwing needs me to get him out. He needs that generator asap. If he doesn't get charged soon, I'll...we will lose him." Shelby expresses.

She sits down on Optimus's hand, hugging her knees. She running her hand through her hair.

"Put me down." Orders Shelby. Optimus quickly puts her down.

"Ratchet open the ground bridge." She adds.

"Shelby lets think of a plan." Optimus steps in front of her, trying to stop her.

"No, Optimus. Get out of my way. Dreadwing doesn't have enough time to think of a plan." Anger flashes in her eyes. It makes Optimus rethink his next words.

"I'll go with you." He finally says.

"Fine, lets go." She grunts walking around his foot.

Ratchet opened the ground bridge. Shelby walked thought first, then Optimus following. Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead decide to follow too. The ground bridge closes behind them.

"What do you think Megatron wants with her?" Jack asked Ratchet.

"Well seeing as she was able to revive Dreadwing. He probably wants her to bring other cons back." He answered staring at where the ground bridge had closed.

On the other side, Shelby and the bots walk though the ground bridge. They come to a clearing. Behind them is a rock wall and around them is a desert. Dry and hot, the sun beating down on them. Another ground bridge opens in front of them. A con larger than Optimus, walks out. Behind him came three more cons, and two are dragging a barely conscious Dreadwing. The large one is gray, covered in battle scars, and has purple eyes. There is a sleek red con with red eyes holding up one side if Dreadwing. He has a smirk on his face as he let go of his side. This causes the other one to fumble and fall forward. Shelby recognizes this one. It is Starscream, the drag queen. He scoffs at the red smaller con. The red con just waves him off. The last one stands to the side, watching closely, waiting to interject. Even with his visor on, Shelby knows he is starting at her.

"I see you got your visor fixed, Soundwave." She gloats smirking at him.

He turns away looking at everyone else. She looks over at Dreadwing. On the outside she has a stone cold look on her face, but on the inside, she wants to run to him. He is laying headfirst in the ground now. He must be unconscious. He took a beating too. Damages has been done to his frame.

"Optimus, came with the girl as she hands herself over to me?" The large one questions , his voice raspy and antagonizing.

"Hand over Dreadwing, Megatron. Leave her out of this." Optimus puts his battle mask on, ready to fight if necessary.

"Hand over the girl." Megatron demands, his servo out. Waiting for Optimus to put her in his hand.

It's as if time froze for a moment. No one moved, no one said a word. After a few moments, Shelby steps forward.

"Shelby no!" Cries Optimus. She put her hand up to stop him.

"Take care of Dreadwing for me." She manages to say. She steps out in the middle of the with the Autobots and Decepticons.

"I'll go with you, but Dreadwing needs to be handed over first." Her voice never breaks. She speaks with confidence and authority.

Megatron looks down at her and nods. He raises his servo up and motions for the two cons to move Dreadwing's almost lifeless body forward. Once in the middle, Bulkhead and Bumblebee came and picks up Dreadwing pulling him to their side. Shelby walks over the rest of the way. She turns around and walks backwards.

"Tell Ratchet to look up military generators 1573.449. It will tell him how to work it. And make sure he uses two cables and one is grounded." She tries not to show the sadness in her voice. "And tell him I'm sorry."

She turns back around. She can't look at them anymore. Optimus has his arm stretched out for her. He feels as if he failed her somehow. She is sacrificing herself to save Dreadwing.

"We shall get you back, Shelby. I promise with all my spark." Optimus declared.

Megatron laughs, "Open the ground bridge, Soundwave. Knockout, grab the girl."

"I think I can walk just fine." Shelby snarls and crosses her arms.

"We don't need you getting ideas." Knockout snaps back at her. He quickly snatching her up.

"Oh weapon." His servo reaches out, ready for her to hand over her pistol.

"What is Soundwave scared I'll shatter his visor again?" She scoffs.

"Just hand it over." Knockout scowls. She grabs her pistol from her waist where she had it concealed.

"Here" She hands Knockout the pistol. He can barely hold it in his large servo, the gun is so small.

"I still don't understand how such a small weapon did so much damage." He says walking thought the ground bridge with the other cons.

Shelby knew he was talking to himself, but she couldn't resist. "Maybe he shouldn't have underestimated a mere human." She says sarcastically.

Knockout sneered at her, but didn't respond. He follows the others through the ground bridge. Entering the other side was a whole different world for Shelby. She doesn't know where to look first.

"Where are we?" She just has to ask.

"The Nemisis, dear girl. Where you will be our guest unless you do something otherwise." Megaton spoke, as if trying to sound sweet. Shelby only looking at him in disgust.

He saw this and says, "think if it at home away from home."

"This place will never be my home!" She screams at him.

She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it come out. She realizes this and quickly covers her mouth. Megatron gives a small smirk, as if hoping this would happen.

"Knockout take the lovely girl to her new quarters."

"Yes, my liege." Knockout gives a small bow and turns and walks away from the bridge.

They walk down a long dark hallway. Passing other entrances as they went along. Shelby refrained from talking. She needs to stay on their good side if she is going to be able to find a way off the ship. She secretly prays Ratchet and the others are taking care of Dreadwing. She just hopes he can forgive her. Knockout keeps walking. It seems the hallways goes on forever. Soon enough he stops in front of a door. He punches a code into the data pad on the wall and the door slides open. It feels as if he starts to walk in slow motion. The room is dark. It seemed to be closing in on Shelby. She wants to curl up in a ball. Hope it is all a dream. Once Knockout turned the lights on, the feeling went away from Shelby. She releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

The room is already prepared for her arrival. They were waiting for her to come. They were waiting for her to slip and leave Dreadwing alone. This was all her fault. The room isn't big, though it doesn't need to be. There is a platform on the wall furthest from the door. It seems like a giant metal shelf. On it is a human sized bed, desk, chair, couch, even a refrigerator. There is a wardrobe along the wall. Everything seemed to be set up as if it were in a house. Just no walls showing the individual rooms. Except for one particular area, it has to be a bathroom. It is all were in a straight line. As if someone just wanted it to look like it was on display. If she is going to be living here, she will have to do some rearranging. Knockout brought her over and set her down on the platform.

"Everything is fully stocked for you. You will be staying here awhile, so get comfortable. We will get you if you are needed." He explains her.

She slowly starts to walk around, walking towards the edge.

"That's a long way down." She says to herself, slowly backing up after looking at the long drop if she were to fall.

"Yeah I wouldn't try it." Knockout chuckles just before he left the room. The door closes behind him, and she is all alone.

She decides to look around at everything left for her. The bed is king size and the covers are soft as silk. She laid down and slowly sank in. It is the softest, comfiest bed she has ever laid in.

"Decepticons sure know how to pick bedding. Lets see what else they got me." She rolls off the bed and walks over the wardrobe. She opens it slowly and carefully, wishing she had her gun. She is paranoid that something could be inside. Soon she realizing there is nothing as it's only filled with clothes. Lots of clothes. More than she has ever owned. From dresses too shirts. Jeans and shorts. Any type of clothing you could think of, this wardrobe had it in there.

"They obviously didn't pay attention to how I dress." She laughs to herself.

She takes out one of the dresses. It is a light pink vintage dress, with silver ribbon around the waist and silver ribbon lining the heart shape halter top. The back is corset with silver ribbon. It is beautiful. Shelby places it against her body and imagines herself in the dress. It reminds her of one she wore when she was in high school. It was for Easter Sunday. One of her favorite dresses. She dances around with the dress close to her. She realizes that she hadn't worn a dress since she was in high school. After she joined the military, she got rid of them all. Including the pink and silver dress she loved.

After putting the dress back, she saunters towards the living area, with a black leather couch and a wooden side table next to it. A small lamp is sitting on top of it. There is no tv, but a bookshelf, filled with tons of books. Shelby chuckles to herself as she walks over to the bookshelf. Crime novels, romance, horror and mystery books filled the shelves. All types of books she loves to read. Not romance so much, but every once and awhile she would indulge in one. They really seemed to have spied on her. Learned a lot about her. Something that should be really creepy made her laugh. They took great lengths to make her stay comfortable. They must really need her. Making her way to the small kitchenette, there is a regular size refrigerator, oven, sink, cabinets, even a microwave. Everything is stocked. There is plenty of food to last her a few weeks. She looks around in the refrigerator, moving stuff around.

"Sure they have everything, but alcohol. If I'm going to live here, I'm going to need alcohol." She puts her hands on her hips, irritated about not having her Smirnoff Ice.

She closes the refrigerator and walks to the next area, the bathroom. The only part that was enclosed. She opens the plain white door and walks in. It is all white, nothing accenting the room. She knew she was going to have to change that. There is a shower on one side, no curtain, but there is already shampoo and body wash. She opens up the cupboard under the sink and its filled with cleaning supplies.

"At least they understand the needs of being clean." She whispers to herself.

The toilette is next to the sink and a toilette paper holder attached to the side of the cupboard. There is a towel rack above the toilette, with 2 towels hanging over it. Behind the door is a tall shelf, holding all the basic needs a human would need. along with extra of everything. She walks back out and sighs. Unsure of how to feel about all this. She walks over the desk that is sitting near the bookshelf. She opens the drawers to find paper, and writing utensils. She wishes she had some electronics. Like a computer, or a cell phone. But they probably don't want her trying to connect with the outside world. Especially Dreadwing.

Thinking about Dreadwing, made her upset. She sits down in the chair that was slid under the desk. She put her elbows on her knees and her hands holding up her head. She wonders how long she is going to be held captive here or if she was going to end up dying here. There is no way the Decepticons are going to use her for her knowledge. She will go down with a fight. As she was pondering ideas on how to escape or survive, there is a knock on the door. She jumps off the chair and ran to the edge. Before she could say come in. Soundwave walked in.