My mind reeled back from my dreamless sleep as a noise outside could be heard. Talking from multiple voices were outside my room, all three I recognize them as Ratchet and the Terror Twins. "Come on Hatchet. Please! We just want to say hi and be on our way, we promise," Sides promised to Ratchet.

The Medic bot wasn't happy being called 'Hatchet' as you could hear him huff and whack one of his famous wrenches against one of their helms. Still weak from the sickness (it feels like it's beginning to go away), I slowly rise off of the bed and stand on the linoleum floor. It felt cold and sent a shiver down my spine.

Wobbling my way over to the door and letting the finger clamp to fall off, I swing open the door and playfully glare at the three bots."Could you be any louder here? I'm trying to sleep," I teased while using the door frame to hold myself up and crossing my arms over my chest. All three of the bots snap their gazes over in my direction.

Sideswipe was the first to react faster than Ratchet and glided over here. He scopes me off the floor and gently hugs me to his chest. It felt good to be in contact with him and even better to be this close to his spark from the time being away from him. "We heard you had gotten sick, you feeling any better?" Sides questions while holding me higher to inspect me.

Not even a second later, Ratchet scoped me from the clutches of Sides and held me close, out of reach of the two standing in front of us. The red frontliner produced a pout and seemed like he was going to cry from Doc Bot taking me away from him. "You are suppose to be on bed rest," Ratchet argued and glaring down at me.

About to speak my argument back, a coughing fit tore through my sore throat once again. Gladly it stopped after a minute or two and I was able to talk back to Ratchet. "I'm bored and there's nothing to do in there. Can't you-," he interrupts my explaining.

"No, you cannot leave until the plague has fully left your body. Even after that, I'll be doing a check-up after to make sure you're alright," Ratchet argues back with an underlying tone of a higher up, attempting to be the bigger boss here. It was useless to fight against him in my weak state and words wouldn't be able to break past his barrier of hardiness.

Dipping my head to submission (a fight against him would be unneeded), I mumble under my breath. "You win. But can I at least get a breath of fresh air outside?" I begged while giving him my famous dragon eyes that have worked of the red frontliner before and will hopefully work on the Doc Bot.

Ratchet nods his head after thinking about it for a few moments. "Fine but only for a couple of minutes before you have to go back to your room and staying there until the plague has left your system," he agreed and handed me over to my favorite of the two frontliners. Sideswipe sets me gently on his shoulder after being given me and skates out of the hanger with his twin in tow.

A newly made layer of snow covered the ground and the morning sun was barely peeking over the horizon of trees. Humans strolled around, getting to where they are needed and attempting not to slip and fall on their asses. The air was cold enough you could easily see your breath in its chilliness and moisture clung to my scales.

About four minutes later, Ratchet called us back in, threatening if they didn't bring me in; he would weld their afts to the ceiling. The Terror twins did what they were asked of and handed me back over to Doc Bot. Then they left after Sides biding me a farewell, his twin gave me a silent nod in my direction then following his twin out of the Med. Bay. I had to stop a whimper from escaping my throat, not from the pain but from the sadness of them leaving from my sight.

Doc Bot makes me take some more chalky antibiotics, gladly he also gave me some water, to help my body fight the plague. He sends be back to my room and places the finger clamp back on my finger to monitor my vitals. After that, he leaves me there to go insane from the annoying beeping of the heart monitor. I wanted so bad to punch the damn thing or burn it to ash.

It was boring in here yet my body held no strength to move an inch from its spot. I was able to control some nearby ice to float into my room and play around with it for the time being. I created many things with my time of boringness; one of the creations is the Autobot symbol, a dragon figure of the famous Toothless, a miniature castle like Elsa, and swirling it around for the fun of it.

My energy depleted after awhile of playing around with one side of my abilities and I stopped once my eyes threatened to close. I didn't want sleep to take me, in fear of another nightmare appearing in my sleep and my body not being able to move far. It would be nearly impossible to get to Sides and Sunny's berthroom from this far away.

Resting against the backrest of the bed, I stretch out my wings from the soreness of not flying for a couple of hours. That's one thing I wished, to have at least enough energy to fly around the Med. Bay. With the wind in my hair and a smile plastered on my face while racing around.

Sleep didn't give a shit and lured down in the darkness of a dreamless sleep. I fought against it as much as my body could until all the strength in my body was gone. Finally I fell back in the darkness and sleep over took me.

A couple of days have passed with the plague behind me now and Ratchet has kept a close eye on me. He has also done his normal check-up to make my lungs are alright from the plague. A tiny bit of the mucus stayed in my lungs from the plague and it was annoying to sound like I ran a marathon all the time and was having a hard time breathing.

Doc Bot stood at one of his large tables, studying my blood under a microscope. The white blood cells were almost three times higher than the normal human with my red blood cells are slightly higher to. He wanted to know all I would allow him to know about me. I wouldn't allow him to dig to deep just in case he can somehow trace it back to Jasper, we would have a problem on our hands.

He could be able to recreate what they did to me on other humans. We are on a base full of humans he could easily pluck from the ground and whisk them away, never to be seen again by their friends. I should know, that what had happened to me by someone of my own blood.

Shaking my head to get the terrible thought out of my mind, I carefully shift my position on my perch. For the time I have known the medic bot, he's been nothing but caring and posing like a father figure to me. He could never replace my father, Zayden, in his or my life ever yet he still could by my second father while away from my blood one.

My ears caught the small gasp Ratchet let loose as he stood back and quickly turned to gaze at me with shock in his eyes. "You were once human," he gasped. My eyes quickly turned into slits and glare at the bot. I didn't know how he figured it out; there was no reason for him to know that.

"None of your damn business," I growled while attempting to cool my rising temper. My tone of voice scared both of us; it was so dangerously low, it rumbled my chest. His eyes held fear of the usual fright of my appearance and he took a step back, bumping into the table behind him. Hopefully he'll learn not to touch that side of me.

He suppressed the fright inside of him and took two steps towards me. "I'm sorry Midnight for intruding on your personal side. It surprised me, that's all. I thought you were born the way you are, not, um, not created," Ratchet spoke his reasoning. It still didn't give him the right to dig that far in the DNA strands of my coding.

Snarling at him with my upper lip raised to show off my pearly, white canines, I stand up to my full high and unfurled my wings to their fullest extent. "Do not continue your work. Destroy all that you have and never speak to anyone or thing about this or any of the information you have gathered. It was a mistake to allow you any access to my DNA and I will give you one warning: do not engage," I seethed while keeping my glare on him.

His helm dips in acknowledgement and he speedily cleans up his area, destroying every information he has about me. I still stood in my frightening stance, watching and observing his every move, making sure he gets rid of it all. If Jasper got their dirty hands on any piece of information he was able to crack about me, I hope death come to pick me up for once in my life. The world would be in trouble; they could create hundreds, thousands of clones of me and easily take over the world.

After that whole deal, I calmed down when every piece of information was destroyed and settled back on my perch. Ratchet moved around the Med. Bay with carefulness as if he was stepping on glass and giving me sideways glances. I may have scared him to this state, it doesn't matter though, and he earned this.

Time ticked away and boredness was starting to make my scales itch. Ratchet had left to go speak with Optimus and Prowl which left me hear with nothing to do. Well until, a commotion from the Main Hanger rang out. Sticking my upper body out of the window and scanning the area around the hanger, my eyes caught sight of a human in a suit walking and talking (quite rudely) to Optimus.

The human, Stick Up His Ass, was attempting to talk like he was the alpha dog of the pack to Optimus. He wore a black and white suit with round spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose. His hair was starting to recede back and his hair color is a lighter brown.

It was surprising Boss Bot was allowing this low level scum to speak to him in a disrespecting tone. If it was me in his shoes, his guts would be spread all over this base. Optimus spots me from the open window attached to my perch and a ghost emotion of surprise/dread passed over his face. He wasn't the type to show those kinds of emotions and that also surprised me.

His mouth moves and it was slightly hard to read them. 'Hide, get away,' he mouthed while making subtle movements with his servos. Getting the idea this human hasn't learned of my presences, I wait silently for them to move pass the front wall of the Med. Bay before making my move.

Slicking out like a snake from my window and flying into the air, I head in the direction of the forest, except when a hard pull tugged me in the direction back to the base. It was stronger than any from before and almost captured my entire attention span. I was able to snap myself out of it from heading in the direction of where the tug pulled me to and head into the forest to hide for the time being.

Stick Up His Ass left after awhile and it was safe to return to my perch. Ratchet greeted me when I arrive and I return the gesture. Laying my still weak body on the cold perch, I sigh in content of the coldness on my scales. My eyes kept watch of Ratchet who was working on something other than trying to figure out who and what I'm really am.