Another, hard pull tugged from the middle of my chest, where my heart lays and it was freaking me out. It has caused me pain, especial when I'm not in contact with the twins. If I'm on the other side of the base, away from them, huge pulses of discomfort and pain arise. It feels like some ghost was attempting to pull my heart out of chest when away from the twins.

A loud growl was released from my throat as I struggled to find a comfortable position to in lay. Moving my body around to find a comfortable spot to lie on, my body accidently got too close to the edge of my perch and slipped off. I was air born for at most a second before extending my wings to catch myself. My wings pump to take me higher in the air and away from the ground.

Ratchet must have heard the racket going on and glanced in my direction. "Everything alright?" he questioned while turning his entire frame to face. Our relationship hasn't necessarily gone down in closeness; it hasn't gone up either, it was mostly a standoff for the past week or so. He tried to act on his best behavior to get on my better side again but my trust is hard to regain, it takes time to heal wounds made by your own hand.

Turning to gaze at him with trouble keeping myself up in the air, I nod my head and made progress to get myself back on my perch. "Yes, everything is okay," I replied and landed wobbly on my perch. He gave me a look 'it doesn't look like' and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm still weak from being sick." It was a lie to get him off my tail, sadly it didn't work and he trudged over to me.

"You don't seem fine," he pointed out. I was able to tell him everything's fine until a huge pull tugged me almost off the perch and to the ground. Righting myself and falling to my knees as the pain was growing in my chest, I balled my hands into fists so they don't claw at the softer scales.

Doc Bot scopes me off of my perch and do a scan down to my atom level. It felt much weirder then any of the other times he did it. "What is it? There's nothing showing up on the scan that indicates anything amiss," His voice sounded far away from my position, like he was trying to talk to me from a quarter of a mile away.

Darkness begins to take over my vision and my body wasn't under my control anymore. I was drawn from my place in reality and to an inky black void. This could be a weird dream like before but this felt... off. This wasn't normal on any level of feeling; someone or something could be felt watching me float in mid air.

My eyes caught sight of a red orb floating next to me and a string of the same color was attached to my chest. The string pulsed with my heartbeat yet it looked to be thinner than a strand of thread. Whatever the orb is, it seemed to send over happiness from the string attached to me.

Minutes later, a blue orb floated far in the void and lighted up a way for me. My wings were tied up by thick, steel chains and said chains couldn't be broken by me; they held me there and seemed to be attached to something, keeping me from moving anywhere. There wasn't any way for me to get closer to the blue orb of light with my predicament.

The blue orb begun to slowly move closer to me by the looks of it and I struggled against the chains even more. It called to me, not with words but with a strand of blue string, actually thicker than the one with red. It frightened me since the true action of the blue orb is hidden and it hasn't shown any threat to me or a good sign.

Its blue strand connected to where the red one it connected and a wide range of emotions filtered from it. A voice came out of nowhere, I recognized him from before. "Child, in your near future, you must accept the unknown. Do not fight it or pain will come from your consequences," his voice rung inside my head as the orb took shape of a bot of smaller size, smaller then Jazz.

Struggling even more against the chains resulting in them pinching my wings, I cry out to get him or anything away from me. "Never! I have faced pain you have never felt in your life. I will never accept the unknown and trust I will not," I snarl, attempting to claw at the being in front of me yet he was only an inch away, he was teasing me.

He shook his head in disapprovement and sighed deeply. "You must for the better good of my creations," he pleaded with a sorrow expression on his face. He must be the god of the Cybertronians and I must be a pawn in his game.

"I will not be part of your game. Leave me out of it!" I hissed while spitting a thick shot of my venom. Instead of hitting its mark, it passed through him like a ghost and disappeared in the inky darkness of the void. "Let me go!" I screamed and pulled harder against the chains yet it didn't do anything for me to escape them.

His servo gently caressed my check as he wiped off a tear that strayed from my eye. "Please, I cannot force you to do it but all I can say it, accept the unknown," he begged before his body faded away in a shimmer of blue sparkles and the chains released their hold on me.

My eyes snap over to where the red orb continues to float yet it never spoke to me like he did. Damn, I never even got a name from him. I'll ask Ratchet if he knows his name, he probably does. My hand stretches out to touch the orb while using my wings to move myself closer to said orb.

Carefully, my hand made contact with it and a burning sensation swamped my entire body, head to toes. It didn't hurt on any level of pain, it felt like pleasure and all my weak (more sensitive areas) spots buzzed with energy. It felt good, really good; my other hand gripped the other side of it and pulled it closer to my chest.

Not even a couple of seconds later, I was pulled from the realm of darkness and back to the real world. My eyes turned into slits from the intense light change from almost complete darkness to come kind of bright light shining in my eyes. I push against whatever held me down and clawed my way through the warm bodies around me.

Something wrapped its arms around me in a tight hug and pulled my back to their chest. I fight against them to get away from them from my instinct of despising the unknown. "Night, calm down! It's me, Sides," Said name reassured me from any danger. Stopping my struggles against his warm holoform body, I turned to face him while still in his arms and wrapped my arms around him. My head immediately goes underneath his head and a deep purr produced from my throat.

Sides' chest rumbles in a soft laughter and he hugs me closer to his chest. "See, there's nothing here to hurt you," he reassured. Nodding my head to agree with him, I glance around the room we are in. Ratchet stood off to the side with Jazz and Prowl (Optimus was surprisingly not here), Hound and Ironhide stood next to each and the medical bed where my body use to lay. Sunstreaker also stood about a foot away from us with his face blank, yet his holoform eyes held uneasiness in them.

Squirming out of Sides grasp (he gave me a confused look) and timidly padding my way in front of Sunshine, I gaze up at him with head tilted down to the ground. "Hi," I meekly said and waved my hand before sprinting out of the room for some reason. I didn't know why my instinct told me to do that and it's the only thing that has kept me alive to this day, it was for the best to follow its ruling.

Their alt. modes sat in the Med. Bay as I fly speedily over them. Sides and Sunstreaker acted quickly and drove after my fast form flying in the air. Their tires squealed when they took off faster than the tires could get any kind of grip and hurt my hears from the high pitch of them.

Ignoring them attempting to follow me, I fly in the opposite direction of the entrance. The bond making it painful to not being within five to ten of them, my body quivers and trembles as my wings have a hard time keeping me air born. My wings, not even three seconds later, faulted and wouldn't properly flap to keep going away from the base.

It wasn't one of my hardest crashes nor was it my softest. My body first slammed into a pine tree and fell to the ground at a height about twenty feet in the air, too low for anything to break, gladly. A broken wing for me is not good; a down dragon is a dead dragon. There are ways to protect myself from enemies while on the ground, like my venom and razor sharp talons.

A grunt sounded from my throat as my back hits to ground roughly. My breath was kicked out of me and I was left there, gasping to regain the lost air as my head spins. My horns took most of the fall, also didn't break gladly, yet the part that sticks out at the back of my head felt almost like it was being ripped off of my head. The weight of my body and the fall hitting the ground helped cause the head arising at the back of my head.

Groaning as my upper body lifted its self off of the snow covered ground; I scan the area out of instinct for any danger. The fall caused me to be a bit rattled in the head and leaving me at a disadvantage for any predators to wanting any easy kill.

Nothing could be seen with my excellent eye sight and my guard was slightly lowered. I stand up and use the tree that was in my way to help me stay upright and on my talons. While standing there, an agonizing pull tugged me in the direction of the base and it physically pulled me three feet; this time it was one of the most painful ones from any of the other ones.

My razor sharp talons on my right hand dug into my chest, in attempts of stopping whatever had their hold on me. It, of course, doesn't work and left my shirt torn with blood soaking in its fabric and a large gash in the middle of my chest. You could see my ash colored bones of my rib cage from the gash pouring my vital blood on the pure white snow below me.

A tormented whimper left my mouth and my hand pressed against self inflicted wound, trying to stop all the blood pouring from the wound. It would be impossible for me to die from blood lost on any rate and would only leave me helpless, lying on the cold snow biting at my scales.

Using my weakened wings to fly me into the air and heading off back in the direction of the base, I have trouble keeping my body suspended in air. Thankfully there is a small breeze carrying my wings the less than twenty-five feet to the second fence of the base. But my journey wasn't done; I flap my wings harder, heading to the Med. Bay.

Ratchet must have heard me approaching his Med. Bay and rushed out of the hanger. His face complete changed from the worry to anger and he waved me to come faster. This was my fastest speed at the moment and it didn't help with the blood gushing out of the gash in my chest, especially with it being so close to my heart.

Once making it inside of the hanger, he orders me to one of his surgery tables and straps me down for both of our safety, or that's what he said. I struggle against the tight, metal chains on my wrist and ankles, not liking my body couldn't move on its own. He doesn't care about all the move I'm making and tears my shirt open to get a closer look at the wide gash in the middle of my chest.

He mumbles under his breath, too low for me understand, and rushes around the room for his needed supplies. I still didn't like the chains and still fought against the restraints until Ratchet threatened to sedate me if I didn't stop moving. His tone of voice told me he wasn't joking and I had to listen to his order, he is the boss at the moment.

Somehow, someway, there was enough skin for him to stitch it up and wrap gauze around it. The bindings felt weird with it pushing on my smaller breasts; my breasts are smaller for a girl my size and didn't help me gain any confidence for way my body looks.

Doc Bot turned to while cleaning up his hands and supplies in the sink inside of the room. "Why was your chest ripped open like that? Did you do that? There's blood on your hands and a small strand of your skin caught in your claws," Ratchet requested. Lifting my hand weakly and gaze at the blood starting to dry on my hand, I turn my gaze at the only other being in the room.

It was a hard decision to allow him to know of the truth or keep him the dark about what has been happening to me. "Fine, it started about twenty- four days ago. I was laying Sides chassis when my soul or heart felt like it reached out to something and connected to said something."

"Whatever has me connected to Sides put a boundary up. I can go pass it but it leads to great pain, like as now. It's not as strong with his twin but I can still feel another being within the connection. Anyway, the boundary has been getting shorter and shorter every day; to the point if I'm not within five to ten feet of them, pain."

"Sometimes a tug will occur and it's gotten so bad, it physically pulls me in the direction of Sides. Can you tell me what this is? And if you know, do you know how to get rid of it? My life doesn't need this bugging me twenty-four seven and forcing me to be close to those two idiots," I explained.

Ratchets mouth drops in surprise and shock is written all over his face and he gasps something that made no sense to me. "Impossible, a bond between Cybertronian and human." But the way he said it had me worried for the results of the consequences of getting too close to him.