The coldness of the metal plat form felt good on my warm scales and I unfurl my wings fully to allow them to hang off. I bury my body under all the blankets like a horned lizard burring itself in sand and sighed in comfort. This right here felt like my safe haven and that was for the first time in my life I felt safe somewhere outside my old home.

Ratchet was working on something that he needed total quiet, or that's what he told me. I respected his requested and snuggled deeper in the pile of blankets on the plat form he had someone made for me. Gladly nothing else was happening and making there nothing to do around here.

The day slowly moved on to the later time of the day. Bull's-eye and Sunshine were locked in the brig after pulling a prank on Prowl, so seeing if they want to hang out was off the list. Ratchet is busy working and there wasn't anyone else that held a tiny bit of my trust for me feel okay to be around.

Lying on the plat form for awhile made my muscles start to cramp; I stretch out all my limbs. My wings accidently knocked a blanket off the plat form and a groaned sounded from my lips. I would have to move from my comfortable position and grab the blanket that fell.

Shifting the blankets over to the closed window to make sure they don't fall to, I stand up and move my tired limbs. My eyes caught the sight of the blanket all the way down on the ground of the Med. Bay. Jumping off the ledge with my wings almost unfurled fully to slow down my descent, my talons clicked on the concrete as I landed.

Right as my left hand was going to pick up the blanket, a loud alarm scared me shitless. I scrambled up into the air to get away of any unknown ground attackers, if there was any. Ratchet gazes at me from the loud noises of my talons scraping against the concrete.

The ear piercing alarming hurt my sensitive hearing. It made me cover my ears to make the alarm quieter and less piercing to my poor ears. Instead of staying where the noise is at its loudest area, I fly outside where it is much quieter and my eyes see all the soldiers this base could hold, running to the Main Hanger.

Hundreds of different odors emitted from all the humans and bots over took my sense of smell. A headache rose in response and I clutch my head in my grasp as the headache only grew larger in size. From the noises of the alarm and pounding feet of both human and bot and odors of all the humans on the base gathering in such a small area, it was overwhelming.

Taking off into the forest, not caring what direction I choose. I land somewhere in the middle of the forest and focus on a deer grazing gently to help force the headache away. The scents of moose, deer, and elk were the stronger scents and I focused on those to get rid of the hundreds of other odors.

It took some time to make the headache go away before heading back to the base.

The thick cloud of human odor was still surrounding the Main Hanger but the noise wasn't going, gladly. Barely any noise from human or bot could be heard throughout the entire base and it gave me an offsetting feeling about what's going on. Ratchet's Med. Bay door was wide open meaning he is still here and that's the first place I went to figure out the problem.

Doc bot was going around the hanger, grabbing needed supplies until he saw hovering by the entrance. "Midnight where have you been? You took off without saying anything," his voice held concern. He waved his hand to signal me to come inside.

"The loud alarm and the scents of all the humans and bots gathered overwhelmed my senses. It also gave me a huge headache but I was able to make it go away," I explained my reasoning and follow his invitation into his Med. Bay. He nodded his head to acknowledge my answer and continue to grab his supplies to place them in a reachable distance.

Flying over to my perch by the window, I notice my fallen blanket was back on the plat form. Ratchet or some other bot must have put up there for me. The clicking of my talons on the metal plat form reached my ears and I sat down to snuggle in the blankets.

A thought came to my mind, "hey Ratchet, what was the loud alarm for?" He didn't stop what he was doing and gaze at me a sideways glance.

"Decepticons. That's why I'm getting the supplies ready for any injuries," he spoke and turned his gaze back to getting the supplies ready. He worked with speed and carefulness like a cellist playing a fast pace song. His entire movement was soothing and it almost lured me into sleep until... chaos.

The sound of the plane could be heard over head, getting ready to land and let everyone off to do their own thing. It screeched loudly as the tires made a rough landing before slowing down to stop. The ramp made a hissing noise as it unlatched and lowered down to the ground. Many footsteps could be heard coming down the ramp and onto the concrete below.

A few humans made their way in the Med. Bay and I could smell blood on them easily, my chomps watered from the smell. Ratchet gave them a once over but didn't make a move to help them in any way. A limping yellow frame of some bot I have yet to meet made his way into the Med. Bay with the help of another injured green bot. The army green bot was fat to human terms.

Ratchet quickly ushered the yellow bot onto a metal table and begun to work on him. Bug Wings, his door wings reminded me of bug wings, seemed to have an injury to his left leg. A blue substance, the smell of it burnt my nose hairs, was leaking from where his armor was blasted away. A silver form could be seen underneath his armor where the blue substance is leaking from.

Many other humans and bots, the Terror Twins had come in after awhile, filtered into the Med. Bay. This made the Med. Bay busier than a bee hive during summer time. My uncomfortable level skyrocketed from the amount of people being in here with at least fifty beings. That is highest amount of beings I have ever been around in my entire life.

Glancing around the hanger, Sideswipe locked his blue glowing eyes with mine. I motion with my head to the window next to me and above the plat form that I'm going to leave. A small pout graces his features and he gives me the puppy eyes, his body language telling me not to leave. He didn't have a clue on why I don't like to be around way too many people.

Shaking my head to tell him no, his pout increased and he waved me to come over to him. Rolling my eyes and knowing he won't give up, I slide open the window, being extra careful of my cast, and jump out. My wings easily catch the wind and I pump them to take me higher in the air.

Instead of heading into the forest that surrounds the base, I decide to take a calming flight around the base. Tilting my wings and changing my body weight to the right of me, my direction of flight was changed to the right.

From the height my wings took me in the air, you could see almost the entire base. There is only one official exit and if you need to make your own if there was an attack, the fence around the base is a cyclone fence.

The Main Hanger is off to the left of the entrance with the Med. Bay also to the left of the Main Hanger. Two other huge hangers were to the right of the entrance, one being the Autobots Rec. hanger but the other was blank in my mind. The runway for the planes was behind the two hangers and the training area for both human and bot. Since the type of plane they are using requires such a long runway, it goes beyond the front part of the base and ends in between the training area and the unknown hanger,

Also at the back of the base is the bots and humans barracks. Well the bots have their own hangers/rooms because there is so little, I don't the entire amount because I haven't met them all. In between the Med. Bay and the human and bots barracks is the cafeteria and other random hangers.

While doing laps around the base, a bot called out to me. In my opinion, I should have continued with my flight and didn't pay attention to this annoying bot. I change my direction of flight towards him and upon making it within seven feet from him, I hovered in a safely distance from just in case he tried to do anything.

"You're Midnight right?" he didn't let he answer the question and continue talking with his words being really fast, "Well I'm Bluestreak. How's it going? Are you adjusting to the base? Your wings are really cool, so is your lizard tail and horns. Your eyes are silver! I never knew humans could have silver eyes. Well I can easily tell you're not fully human but still." Oh my fucking hell, could he shut his mouth for once or is it always running like he should be doing before I tear him from piece from piece.

"Why are you always gone or hanging with Hatchet? Do you not like us bots or anyone in general but why with the grumpiest bot in the universe? Don't you hang with the Terror Twins? Sunny lets you hang around him? You better be careful, he almost squished a human who got too close to his paint job."

"Sides is okay. Do you have nicknames for them or me?" Yes I do, its Shut Up Before I Kill You. "He pranks way too much and gets himself and his twin in trouble a lot. Gladly he isn't as very detailed about his-"

"Heard you were talking about us," Sideswipe interrupted. Whipping my head in the direction of his voice, a minuscule smile appears on my lips at the sight of the two. Other then Ratchet, they are the only other bot or being I hang around in the first place. I talk to Mister Hissy Bossy Human and Baldy Brownie (Epps) sometimes if I get too bored but that's about it for human interaction. Screw human interaction, why do we have it in the first place?

"Y-yeah, I was talking about how amazing you guys are and how your guys paint looks spectacular," His voice filled with nervousness. He must be scared from the two and it was a funny sight to see him acting like a beta. He only needed to have a tail to put in between his legs and wolf like ears back in submission fear.

Sideswipe smirked and took a threatening step forward. Bluestreak yelped in terror before scrambling away off to get to safety.

"Fucking hell, that bot didn't know when to shut up. I was getting ready to tear him from piece from piece that Ratchet would have trouble putting him back together," I hiss from the annoyance of what just happened. Bull's-eye chuckled and tapped his shoulder.

"Come, land on my shoulder. We were heading to the Rec. room to when we saw Bluestreak talking to you. When he does that, just tell him to frag off," Sideswipe tells me. Thinking about actually listening to him and landing on his shoulder, I take the risk and maneuver myself to land on his shoulder. It was difficult because of his head being in the way of my land and disrupting my wings beats.

They take me to the Autobots Rec. hanger to watch time play their games. Also to watch Sunstreaker kick his twins ass, terribly if I must say. Like he put it over his knee and spanks the living shot out of him when playing this game.

After awhile it was getting boring to me as I have a small attention span. I decided to leave them to do their own thing and battle it out on the PS4.

Since it has been awhile from the battle they got back from, I headed in the direction of the Med. Bay. Hopefully there aren't too many humans or bots in there to make me uncomfortable again.

Entering the Med. Bay from my open window that Ratchet had designed differently, I crawl onto my pile of blankets. Before doing anything else, my eyes scan over the area inside the Med. Bay. Bug Wings, Blue Mystery, and Trigger Happy Smoker (he has some kind of cigarette in his mouth and kept talking about shooting come Cons in the face) are sitting respectively on their own metal tables off to the right of me.

Bug Wings notices me first and waved at me crazily like a four year old waving at their crush. That caught the attention of everyone else, including Ratchet since he was working on him. Jazz gave me a short nod to acknowledge my presence, he knows of the stress of having many people around does to me.

"Hiya! - My name is - Bumblebee. - Are you - Midnight?" Bug Wings or now known as Bumblebee, he does have the stripes of one. He was even cuter then Sideswipe and it was hard not to squeal at his cuteness. His speech was different than the others, he used radio clips to speak and it confused me, maybe he wanted to that like how Jazz has the accent with Ironhide. But I knew not to intrude on something like that because it felt like it was personal to him.

Trigger Happy Smoker had introduced himself to me and his name is Hound. After that we talk for awhile, me getting to know them better and them not really learning any information about me. My life is a secret and behind tightly closed doors for a reason, plus you wouldn't want to know about the terrible things I have done in my pathetic life.