Dawn spreads her rosy fingers over the sky and the heat of the desert beings to rise. Rising off the sandy ground and brushing off most of the dust particles, I stretch out all my tired and sore limbs. The sandy and rocky ground wasn't the best to sleep; it was the only thing out here except the small bunches of sagebrush and small trees.

The slight stinging from my hands caused me to gaze down at them. From what I have heard from Ratchet, the energon should be burning through my skin giving me some kind of radiation. Instead of melting passed my thick layer of scales, it only stung and barely made any progress of reaching the tissue underneath.

Glancing over to where I had last seen the yellow frontliner, he still hasn't woken from his statis. It worried me for his twin's safety; if he offlines or dies, his twin will soon die. If they weren't spark spilt twins and Sunstreaker wasn't attached to him, then I would leave his body to rust here and go back to the base.

My heart cared for the red frontliner who has shown me love, affection, and kindness. He showed that to someone who was deprived of those at an early stage of life. It's all I want now, someone who could be a true friend and care about me like a real friend would. My life and fate doesn't accept that and everyday it tries to rip away the good emotions I feel.

My feet carry me closer to his slowly dying frame and I examined my work from yesterday. It wasn't the greatest job in the world but it kept him alive until morning, where sleep gave my body rest and my mind energy to think.

Controlling the water to spread around the worst injury on his chassis, on top of where his spark chamber lays. The water seeped inside the gash and covered any open energon lines; then water froze to become ice and to seal the deal for now.

Using the water and ice to continue covering up his wounds, I finished and decided to go for a flight to scan the area go anything. There might be a Con watching us or a town nearby for me to steal supplies for the both of us. Pumping my tired wings to lift my sore body into the air, I headed off in the direction of east.

Rip Off Slender left me and Sunstreaker in the middle of a fucking desert (I'm not happy at all), Sunny is not in good condition on any means and I'm working on him right now to get any open energon lines closed. He couldn't afford to lose anymore energon then he already has.

Sunstreaker is going to throw a hissy fit about his damn paint and me being around him once he wakes up, hopefully he wakes up. I didn't have any knowledge of how to fix this or that on a Cybertronian frame and only made the fear of him dying rise. I couldn't care less if he died and his twin didn't because Bull's-eye was actually genuinely kind to me.

When he wakes up, he better pray their god for his survival; he isn't doing well at all and his spark humming is getting quieter. Think, think, what is there to help him, get him back to the base for Ratchet to do his thing. An idea hit me but it was struck down quicker than a lightning bolt, my body wouldn't be able to so that in my condition at the moment.

The wind in the area was calm and currents up higher in the air helped carry me towards what seemed to be a city, a small city to be exact. I dive down low to the ground, giving myself a lesser chance of being sighted by a human.

It took a few minutes to reach the outskirts of the city and I landed softly on the ground. Tucking my wings tightly behind my back and keeping my tail still as possible, I trek to the closest grocery. Before entering the building and getting in the sight of human or camera, I shapeshift my body to look as human as possible; minus the two gaping holes on the back of my shirt.

Humans of all size busied themselves inside the store, grabbing this and buying that. My mission was to grab some food and water for me and towels to clean the energon off of Sunshine. Maybe grab an extra set of clothes just in case I'm forced to shift quickly into something big enough to rip my clothes.

Mentally organizing my shopping list, I headed straight to where the meat and fruit are. It won't sit out long enough for it to become gross.

My eyes scan over the fruit selection and quickly placed a watermelon in the basket. The bananas didn't like half bad and a day or two for them to become rip would be all they would need. My eyes caught sight of the strawberries and I instantly placed two cups of strawberries in the basket.

Strolling casually over to where the meats are, I'm overwhelmed of the smell of blood. My mouth begins to water and I had to snap myself out of my faze, in case someone might see the true side of me. Using my nose to find which ones don't use any hormones in their meat (you can easily smell it from the real scent of normally raised meat); I place the two large steaks in the basket.

Next on my list were the towels and grab a water bottle from the fridges in the front of the store. They didn't have the greatest of towels (I'm trying to find the softest so it doesn't scratch his paint and he gets pissed off at me) and I picked the softest of the five choices they had. Heading to the front of the store, I grab a water bottle and pick up speed towards the front.

Once to the front of the store, I shapeshift back and rush out of the grocery store. My wings unfurl by themselves and catch the air underneath them. My body was lifted high into the air with the basket being carried in my hands.

Gladly none of the products or supplies fell out on the way up. I used one of the towels to cover the top of it to ensure none of the stuff falls out of the basket.

Turning my direction back to where I remember our drop off, I continue to fly with great speed to reach him faster. Hopefully he has woken up by now and has stayed in the same exact spot I left him, it wouldn't be too hard to track him down but he would make his injuries worst than they already are.

A yellow figure was standing off in the distance and attempting to limp away from the site. Pumping my wings faster to reach him quicker, I rapidly reached him and hovered in front of him. He stops abruptly and glares with hatred at me. "Get out of my way," he growled and tried to go through me.

Freezing his frame mid step to stop him moving any further, I received a deep rumble from him engine. "What did you do?! Release squishy or I will squeeze you until your head pops off." The threat was full of anger towards me but in his condition, there wasn't any way for him to do that.

"Sit back down, I may not be Ratchet but I can tell moving around will not help your injuries. When you move around the ice can't move with you and the blockages won't be sealed," I grounded out with a hiss to my words. He uses his famous glare on me but we both knew he wouldn't be able to make it back to base.

He finally listens to me and sits his aft back down on the sandy ground. "What do you suspect we should do, squishy? As you can see we are far from the base," He questioned with his tone filled with anger. There wasn't much to do; we are stuck out until they find us.

Sunstreaker is in critical condition and carrying a big load of scrap metal in the air would bring attention to us, the wrong kind of attention. I couldn't leave him here because the flight back to base would take too long and he would die if that happened.

Our opinions are thin and brittle, until an idea hit me. I wasn't comfortable about do it, it would lead to much pain in the end and maybe permanent damage to my body. Shapeshifting into inanimate objects is always more pain then shifting into a Brachiosaurus. It is especially with my idea of shifting into a truck and flatbed trailer to carry Sunshine.

Changing my gaze to look him in the optics, I answer him with uncertainty laced in my voice. "Well, I do have any idea but I don't know about it. I could shapeshift into a normal truck with a flatbed to carry you and drive our way back. Flying with you is an opinion but that would lead to gaining the wrong kind of attention." He turned his gaze away to gaze down at the ground to think about the opinions given to him.

"The first one may take longer but it seems to be our best opinion so far," he answered and picked the one I didn't want to have to. Well if it's the only way to get him back with his twin, it's all we had in the first place. Nodding my head to agree with him, I fly many feet away from him and land. Unpacking everything in the basket and placing it on the sandy ground, I open a cup and cut up strawberries to eat.

With no spoon or fork to pick up the delicious strawberries, I use my hands to pick up the strawberries and place them in my mouth. The taste buds on my tongue watered from berry on it and I hum slightly to show my appreciation of the food to eat. My mouth devoured all the food in basket and it gave me a sleepy feeling. It dragged me down with it and sleep wrapped its tight blanket around me.

Upon waking up from the howling of coyotes, I scramble to get to my feet. A pack of coyotes were making their way this way and my nose can easily smell their scent wavering up. They must have found something to hunt and are making their signal to kill it.

Shaking my head to get rid the tiredness wanting to drag me under once more, I glance over to where Sunshine is laying down at to get himself some recharge. We still need to figure out when we are going to leave, but not from here. The tires on the truck would have trouble going through the sand and with the added weight of Sunshine; I wouldn't be able to make it to the nearest road.

Moring finally came along and the giant pile of scrap metal woke from his recharge. He glances around to look for something until his optics caught sight of me. Relief passed over his optics and his tense frame relaxed a tiny bit, he must have been worried about me leaving his aft here. Remember I would if he wasn't spark spilt with Sideswipe; I would leave his sorry aft here to rust.

Stretching out all my limbs and receiving satisfying pops from my bones, I was given a disgusted grunt from Sunshine. "Don't ever do that again." A laugh passed my lips from his comment and his engine growls lowly like some kind of warning. He can hurt me all he wants, he'll make his trip back even longer then it is.

"Morning, so what's the plan oh glorious leader?" I teased. He scoffed and crossed his arm over his chest but immediately regretted it. He gazes down to look at the ice covering the deep gash in his chassis and runs his digits across the ice. "Don't touch or you're going to chip it off." He peers up to stare at me for an uncomfortable long time. Removing my eyes from his optics, I sit my butt down on the ground and waited for my question to be answered.

Sunstreaker removes his optics from staring at me and speaks up after a few moments. "Its best we leave now. The sooner we get going, the soon we can get in range so I can contact my brother." Nodding my head to agree with him, I stand back up and crackle my knuckles to mess with him. He shivers in reaction and sends me a glare my way.

"I won't be able to drive on the sand but once we get close to the road, I should be able to get us going," I explained. He slightly dipped his head to acknowledge me and started the trek to reach the nearest road way. I rush back to where the basket is and grabbed the water bottle to make sure if we were attacked, I could use the water to defend ourselves.

It was a long journey to reach the road and the winter sun wasn't that bad to me. Sunstreaker on the other hand was having trouble keeping his frame from overheating; his systems are already in overdrive to heal his battered frame. The majority of his protoform is covered in ice to help with the overheating problem he is having.

We came upon a high way. I made Sunshine look away as I stripe my clothes off so when shifting they don't rip. He complained about it but gladly complied and kept his gaze away. Letting my body grow and harden into metal and other pieces; it was agonizing to say for the least and many times I wanted to stop.

Finally the growing stops and the process stops. Using the speakers to talk to Sunstreaker who watched the entire thing, "get on the flatbed and we'll head northwest towards the base." He listens to my commands and carefully steps on the flatbed and transforms painfully into his alt. mode. Moving my wheels forwards, we begin our journey back to the base.