"Sides! Stay in the inner lane, dumbass! I thought you knew how to drive" I hissed with a playful tone to my voice. He glances at me with a small smile on his lips and nods his helm. He follows my instructions and stays to the inner lane of the race track. Funny enough, they are play a game called 'Need For Speed' and going against each other.

Sunstreaker takes his optics off the screen for a moment and sends a glare my way as his twin gains ground on him. Sideswipe was gaining on his twin as they race closer to end of the track. He mumbled underneath his 'breath' something Sideswipe elbowed him in the stomach for.

The yellow car drifted around the corner with a red car following close behind it. Their speeds hitting over a hundred and getting closer to the end of the race. I was silently cheering on Sunstreaker to beat his huge ego brother and to put him in his place. If I knew how to play the game and be great at the game, then there would be a chance for me to even get close to Sideswipe on the track.

In real life, if we were to race against each other, no doubt in my mind I would win. It has happened once and it was an easy beat for me with having a couple of minutes to myself. My wings can carry up to speeds of two-hundred and forty if I really try, you can't beat the best if you tried your best.

Confetti sprinkled out on the yellow car that passed over the finish line first. Sunstreaker changes his gaze to look at his twin with a smirk of his own ego growing bigger. Bull's-eye pouts with his bottom lip sticking out and his arms crossed over his chassis.

"Should have listened to me," I teased Sideswipe who gazes over at with the same pout on his face, he looked like a kicked puppy.

Before he could have said anything, my ears caught the sound of smaller pedesteps coming our way. A little bit on guard just in case this isn't who I think it might be, it could Bee but he has a heavier set of pedesteps. Jazz comes into view and waves at us; he still is Blue Mystery to me as I can't tell what he is feeling. Odors of scents don't work on these guys and I have to rely on their body language or their face.

Sideswipe waves back and his twin gives him a nod. "Wha' are ya guys up ta?" Jazz questioned.

"Playing the human game 'Need For Speed'," Sideswipe answered. Jazz nodded his head and strolled over to the one person chair in the corner of the hanger. He sits down and pulls his legs up to chest with his visor facing the large T.V, most likely going to watch them play another round.

The spot on the arm rest I'm sitting on wasn't comfortable on any level and shifting to find a new position to lie in wasn't working. Hopping up onto my feet and stretching my limbs out (a couple of them popped and Sunstreaker shivered from the disgusting noise), I jump up in the air and fly over to where Jazz sat snuggled up in the chair.

Not caring for manners, I land on the back of the chair and jump on his shoulder. He twisted his helm to look at me from my sudden weight on him; after knowing I wasn't going to do anything, he turns his gaze back at the T.V. Crawling myself into his neck cables and snuggling in the warmth of them, I sigh from the comfort and let the tiredness of the day take over.

Out of the corner my eye, I see the twins (mostly Sideswipe as Sunstreaker was acting like he wasn't giving a shit) give Jazz a glare. Paying them no attention after that, sleep came to me as a welcomed gift to me.

A small swaying motion could be felt and if I wasn't on alert about it, it would have dragged me back down to the sleep land. Snapping my eyes opening and throwing my head up, my head hits something metal and warm. Using my hands to rub away the pain, my eyes scan the area my body is. I find myself snuggled in the neck cables of Jazz.

Jazz's digit gently poked my arm as he couldn't see me from my spot. "Ya alrigh' 'Night?" he questioned while using his digit to stroke my left wing. Pushing his digit away with my wing, I crawl out from his neck cables to stretch my limbs from the cramp position sleep had taking me.

Nodding my head to answer his question, I face palm myself because he couldn't see me from my spot on his shoulder. "Yeah, I forgot where I was for a moment. Where we going?" I request for our designation.

He dipped his head to acknowledge my answer. "The Terror Twins were gettin loud n' rowdy. You were rechargin n' ya looked like ya needed it so ah left ta take ya ta the Med. Bay." He continued his way to the Med. Bay while making small talk with me

Once we made it, we said our farewell to each other and parted ways. I greeted Ratchet like always and started a small conversation with him.

After finishing our conversation, I flew up to my perch to grab my hair brush to brush out my hair and put it in either a braid or ponytail as the wind outside was starting to pick. Grabbing said hair brush, I gently run the bristles through my jet black hair until all the major knots were out. Next I do a tightly French braid to make sure all the tiny, baby hairs do not get in my face and wrap a ponytail holder around the end.

Glancing at my reflection in the window, my job on the French braid was my best so far. Deciding the braid was good enough to be shown out in public; I hop into the air and pump my wings to take me outside, of course saying my farewell to Ratchet who was deep in his work.

My wings take me high in the sky as the base quickly disappeared behind me. Using my wings to their fullest extent of speed, I cut through the air at the speed faster than a Lamborghini Aventador. This time this flight is for fun and for the sights of the area of the northwest of the United States.

The day was soon to become night and leave me to fly in the darkness of night. Though it didn't matter with my eyes able to see in the dark and the moon rising to shine down on me. Stars begun to peak through the navy blue and orange sky and the moon already rising to take the sun's spot.

Seeing no human being in sight, I tilt my body backwards into a loop and to turn the loop into a dive towards the ground. The cold, bitter air of winter bit at my scales as I dive down to the ground faster than any land mammal or air raptor. My weight of only being about one hundred and ten pounds and the speed I am traveling at helped me reach the ground in a matter of a few seconds.

Before hitting the ground and going splat like a bug on a window, I change my trajectory to be parallel with the ground. Coasting at a comfortable speed with the blowing wind, I begin to head east towards Idaho to see if the state holds any beautiful sights that a must see.

The wind continues to blow greatly and my French braided hair was holding up. The wind has already blown me so hard that I have been thrown around like rag doll and roughly crashed into the ground. The heel part of my digitigrade right leg felt it might have sprain it and produce a small amount of pain as I stand on it.

Kneeling down and resting on my left haunch, I gently prod my heel to check if my prediction is correct. It sure felt like a sprain and will give me trouble walking on it for the time being. Groaning out loud with hiss at the end and standing back up, I unfurl my wings to back off in the air. The wind, once more, almost pushes me back down to crash with ground but I was able to get up high enough that the wind finally calmed down.

Instead of going against the wind, I turn with it and let it carry me southwest towards Oregon. The coldness of the winter continues to bite at my thick layer of scales as I made my way towards Oregon. Gladly the cold never bothered me unless it started to get below the negatives, then it would start to get underneath my scales.

While flying, more like gliding with the wind, in the night sky, a lone house in an area well known to me could be seen off in the distance. Lights could be seen on inside the house and people moving on the inside it. The scent of humans wavered into the air and a couple of the human scents I recognized as my friends, my friends of Aztec.

Sadly out of all the scents here, one I was hoping for could be smelled. Flying closer to the house and spotting at least fifty humans patrolling the area, I dive as close to the ground that I dared to. My wings barely made a sound that a human wouldn't be able to pick up as I glide closer to the house.

Out of the fifty human odors, three could be recognized from before my disappearance. Hopefully they know of me and won't shoot first from my sudden appearance. But I always know never to rely on hope and instead headed towards the three I recognized as friendly.

Slowing down to coast as my wings take me within fifteen feet of Mia and Jacob (two of three humans I know of), I carefully and silently land on the dusty ground. My feet carry me closer to be about five to seven feet from Mia. My eyes scan the area to see all the guards are holding different types of guns; some hold AK47s, Barrett M90, and M1911 pistol.

An idea hits me while crouching behind a sage bush. Following through my idea as it was I had, the luminescent part of my scales flashed three times to catch the attention of the two. They have seen my scales glow before and will hopefully know that it's me.

Mia snaps her head in my direction, calling attention to me to everyone in the area, and points her AK47 at me. Flashing my scales three times more and making a purposely terrible owl noise to throw her off of it being an enemy; a smile appears on her face and laugh escapes her mouth. The guards around her gaze at each other in confusion of the situation.

With her hands, she motions for me to come out my hiding spot. "Dark, get your ass out here before I drag you out by your tail and you know I will." Laughing quietly under my breath, I stand up from behind the sage bush to reveal myself to them. They in reaction aim their guns straight at me with their confusion quickly melting away.

This time Jacob comes to the rescue and orders for his men and women to put down their weapons. "Everyone, guns down! She isn't an enemy but daughter of Zayden. Dare even lay a figure on her; you'll meet a terrible fate," Jacob AKA Major Lancaster orders the soldiers with their guns pointed at me. I stood there unfazed by the amount of guns pointed at me and danger of the whole situation.

The soldiers listen to their Major and aim their guns down at the ground, still being on high alert thinking I might do something. Jacob walks up to me and for a moment I thought he was going to yell at me for disappearing for such a long time. He instead wrapped his arms around my shoulder and took me into a bear hug. "I missed ya, we all did," he whispered with his head buried in my neck.

Wrapping my arms around him and giving him a close to bone crushing hug, I release him and he does the same. A tear looked like it was going to fall from his eye but it disappeared from the spot as he glared down at me.

"Where have you been? You up and leave without telling anyone where you are going and don't see us for three years. You worried your dad to death. What the fuck were you thinking?" He scolded me like a child messing with something they shouldn't have.

The last time they had seen me when I was seventeen before leaving for however long until homesickness became a thing. It didn't though; I saw the house and couldn't force or bring myself up to turn tail and run back to the base. It had been too long since the last time I have seen them and fate brought it up to me to see them after three years of being on my own.

Shyly turning my head to the ground with the knowing expression of it being my fault, I let the tears wanting to fall pour down my face. Resting the top of my head and horns against his chest, a sob leaves my mouth in reaction of the guilt becoming too much. I didn't care if the other soldiers saw the most dangerous creature in the world cry; everyone has to cry once in their life.

Jacob places his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it. "I'm not going to say its okay because we both know it wasn't but at least you came to your senses. Zayden is going to have a cow when he sees you back." He pushes me back to stand on my own and motions for me to follow him.

Not getting two steps to the house (my sprain heel giving me trouble), Jacob turns back to the large group of soldiers. "Stay on guard and get back to work. Now!" There's the Jacob I know, the hard ass who would not take shit from anyone. Everyone scrambles to get back to work at the order from their Major and stands on guard except Mia and my other known friend, Max.

We continue our trip into the house, both Mia and Max questioning about my limp. I blew it off like it was normal and told them I required it while flying out in the still blowing winds.

The house still held the same smell from three years ago and it felt like home. The entrance was tight like always; you walk in and there are two flight of stairs to reach the upper part and the lower part with the secret entrance to the underground base. I have never liked under there with it being underground and a maze of tunnels.

Already knowing where to go, I skip three steps at each step upwards to reach the upper floor quicker. The hallway to the bedrooms is to the right of me but I disregard them and follow the newly made scent of Zayden.

The Living room is to the left of me and the kitchen is to the right of me now. The most of the wall for the kitchen was knocked out and a bar was placed there instead. Able to see past the wall, he sat at the dining room table, munching on a ham and cheese sandwich.

Throwing all my fucks out the window of still wanting to turn tail and flying as far my wings would take me, I rush over to him with my limp being more revealing. He sees me out of the corner of his eye and immediately recognizes me. He stands up so fast his chair falls back and crashes down to the wooden floor.

Zayden meets me half way and wraps his strong pair of arms around me. I, in return, wrap both my wings and arms around him in a death grip. A groan comes from his mouth and pats my back to let go of him. Listening to him, I release him and let a smile spread wide on my face. Bliss and delight run through my body at the sight of my father standing in front of me.

My father rewraps his arms around after regaining his breath and I do the same, this time using less of my strength on him. We stay in the embrace for a few moments before Mia whines about Zayden hogging me all to himself.

"Hey! I haven't gotten a hug yet," Mia whines like a two year old and pouts with her arms crossed over her chest. Rolling my eyes at her antics, I let go of Zayden and roughly pull her in hug with my wings. She yelps from the sudden movement but hugs me back, using all her strength in attempts to squeeze a fart out of me. It doesn't work.

Releasing her from the hug and giving her a nuggie, I turn back to face Zayden, waiting for the ear full to come. He follows through with my prediction and roughly grabs my ear while pulling it to the left. "You are grounded for the rest of your life missy. You fucking gave a heart attack when you went missing. You didn't help it by staying away for three fucking years." Lowering my head like a beta wolf being yelled by the alpha, I keep my gaze down to the floor

He lets go of my left ear and sighs deeply through his nose. "I'm just glad you're back. You're staying, right? Because if you're not, I will drag you by your horns back here." Ah shit, this trip wasn't going to turn into a welcome home forever. Mister Hissy Bossy Human will send his team of Autobots after me and Sideswipe would dearly miss me. He may be a stubborn bot but he's a kind being and he's nice to me.

With my head still lowered, I shake my head to answer his question. That was my worst decision in my life (I have made terrible decisions in my life) and bellowed out a 'what'. Keep in mind I was standing right next to him with sensitive hearing to accompany it.

"I will not allow you to leave me again, not for a third time," he growled, but his ending words come out wimpy with sadness filling them. The first time was when I was seven; my mother had taken me away from Zayden to a horrible place for a seven year old. It wasn't until I was sixteen, nine years later; my eyes were able to see him again. The second time was when I left on my own three years later.

Lifting my gaze to look him in his amber eyes, an apologetic expression passed over my face. "I have found a group of people who have accepted the way I look. They care for me and allow me to take refuge in their base. They also suspect me to be back soon," I explained. His disheartened expression turned into a harden glare towards me from my words.

"They are the ones keeping you from me. I shall kill them," Zayden growls and brushes pass me. Not allowing him to get to far from me, my wing stretches out to block his path down the two flight of stairs. He turned around to face me with his glare deepening.

Shaking my head to tell him no, I hold my wings there just in case he might rush pass it to get down to the underground base. "Dad, no... The reason I left was by my presence here was endangering everyone here at the base. Jasper is after me not you guys and they have been following me. This is my way of keeping you guys safe." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jacob rolls his eyes and I flip him the bird.

"That's not a good reason, Azy. We-I can protect you and I have, haven't I been," Zayden scolds. Slowly nodding my head to answer his question. For the year I stayed with him and the soldiers, he kept me safe and taken care of me for the entire year.

My reason still stands. "Yes, you have but fate doesn't like me around people who care for me," I told part of my reason. Mia scoffs while rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. Sending a glare her way, Zayden walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder.

"I can and will protect you from any danger," he orders.

"Yes, I know this but I want to be out there. I have seen so many places in the States and met many friends. Dad you need to stop babying me and let me go for once. I have seen some of your men out there looking for me. Please let me go and be free," I begged while giving my famous puppy or dragon eyes.

Zayden sighs through his nose and lets his hand fall off my shoulder. "You know I don't want to do this... I'll let you leave but you must come and visit me. That's all I ask for." A smile spreads over my face and I wrap my arms around him while whispering 'thank you' to him.

We hang out for awhile longer before it was time for me to head back to the base. Saying our goodbyes, I take off into the air and head north back towards the base. My wings pump to take me back up to my fastest speed.

Reaching the base after an hour of flying, I slip through my open window to my perch. The lights are still on and Ratchet is awake working on his project. He sees me on my perch and nods to acknowledge my presences. He also notices the smile on my face and abandoned his work to face me.

"Midnight, what's got you so happy?" He questioned. I try to make the bright smile on my face disappear, it stayed all this time. It was good to see my dad and friends.