The screen flashed the words 'Game Over' to tell the twins they had lost the game. Sideswipe gapes in surprise of their last life being used up and glared at his brother. He points a digit in his face and with a frown on his face. "You used up the last life! We were almost to the finish, you could have waited until then," Sides argued.

Sunstreaker rolls his optics and roughly pushed his digit out of his face. "You looked like you were in need of some help and that's what I did, I helped your sorry after from being exploded," Sunshine growled and was about to stand up when he noticed me on his thigh. He carefully picked me off of his thigh and set me on the armrest of the large couch before getting off.

A whimper wanted to escape my mouth from the lost contact of the yellow frontliner and from how far his red twin is. They don't know about my predicament since I begged Ratchet not to tell them; this is a weakness in my books and they shouldn't know about it, yet. Stopping the whimper from arising and sitting up on the couch, I glance over to Sunstreaker. Where is he going?

His twin must have had the same thought as he stood up and went after his brother. "Where are you going?" Sides questioned and place his servo on Sunshine's shoulder to stop him from going any further. I, on the other hand, didn't like the pain bubbling in my chest and flew over to them, at least be within five feet of one of them.

"Sparring. 'Hide wants one of us to teach the soldiers some other slag about defending themselves from the Cons," Sunshine explains while shrugging Bull's-eye's servo off of his shoulder. He continues his way away from us and to where he told us he was going. His twin follows closely behind him, leaving me in the air without saying anything to me.

It was time to depart from them so they don't get suspicious of me following them almost twenty-four seven. I also left the Auto Rec. room and headed towards the Med. Bay to see if Ratchet will take my company. Though it wasn't the smartest idea in my life, pain boiled in my chest and caused the needed whimper to escape my mouth.

Hovering outside of the Med. Bay's open hangar door (it means he's here), I scan the inside for Ratchet. "Hey Doc Bot, you here?" I called out and slowly made my way inside the hangar. A noise to the left of me caught my ears and my eyes snapped in the direction of said noise. A set of twins were underneath one of his tables, surrounded with pranking supplies.

Now on high alert of these two that cannot be trusted, I bare my fangs and get ready for fight or flight. The two were scrambling to pick up their supplies as if I haven't found them messing Ratchets stuff and stood up, hiding some of it behind their frames. They put the worst smiles on their faces to show there wasn't anything amiss here.

Skidz was the first to speak up after a few awkward seconds. "Hey, Nigh', wha ya up ta?" he questions while still playing his innocent card. I could tell they were talking to each other on their bond and attempting to make up a story that could make me believe of their presences in here. The only problem for them is I can tell when a person, including them, is lying to me.

"Ratch wanted us to fix some of the wires on his desk, he said the screens were glitching," Mudflap lied. They do think I'm stupid enough to fall for their lies.

With some trouble as I'm flying, I place my hand on my hip in a sassy way. "Undo whatever you did, clean up your fucking mess, and get the hell out of here," I growled lowly as a threat and using my pain to fuel my anger. The two followed through my orders and moved faster than light to get out of here. They scramble with their tail between their legs out of the hangar with the supplies in their arms.

Later on, Ratchet came back from his talk with Optimus and greeted me. "Hello Midnight, what are you doing here? I don't have a problem with you being here," he requested. Sitting up from my perch and sucking the snot dribbling down in the inside of my nose, I groan and fall back on my blankets and pillow.

"Those stupid mini twins were messing with something of yours, I stopped them in the middle of their act. You better check if they tampered with it and or messed something terrible up," I explained with my hand in a fist resting on my chest. It was so hard not to just tear into my chest again, even though I knew it would do nothing to relieve the pain bubbling up inside. It was growing in size at every passing minute now; giving another unwelcome gift, a headache.

Doc Bot must have seen me moving around on my perch and strolled over to me. "Shouldn't you be with the Terror Twins?" he questioned and gently scoping me off of my perch. He holds me up to examine me and does another scan to atom level.

Growling lowly from the weird feeling it gave me, I sit up and turned my gaze to the medic. "Since they don't know of my predicament, it would be unusual for me to hang around them almost twenty-four seven," I explained. Ratchet nodded his helm to agree and carefully sets me down on one of his examining tables.

His holoform appears after he transformed into his alt. mode. "I'm going to check your bandages and also change them. Please take off your shirt," he clarified. Doing what he requested and taking off my shirt, I allow him to unwrap the gauze around my chest. It felt good to let the beasts free and not having them squished, though he did know how to do a binding correctly.

It wasn't a pretty sight at all with the way the stitches are placed and gave me a Frankenstein look to my chest. The smell it was giving off wasn't pleasant but it told me the wound wasn't infected. I wanted so badly to rip it back open as the pain from the 'bond' (Ratchet told me it's not necessarily a bond but more of connection) was growing every moment away from them.

He wiped a cotton ball of nose hair burning smell on the stitches and it stung worse than a bee. A hiss escaped my mouth and it took all my willpower not to use my venom at him or to tear his holoform apart. He continued to clean the wound with other cotton balls that have the same thing and rewrapped the gash with a new, clean bandage.

"Don't do any straining stunts or you're going to pull the stitches out," he commanded. Rolling my eyes at his words, I nodded my head to acknowledge his order. While flying in the air, I have noticed when my wings pump the skin tightens more than usual; flying is going to be to a minimal for the time being.

After that, he allows me to return to my perch and that I do. The only problem with that is in any position there wasn't any comfort from the ever-growing torment in my chest. It grew and grew and grew to a point where it was nearly impossible to stay still as my body shook from the agony increasing. Ratchet needs to find out how to break this or this won't end well for me.

Releasing a high pitch cry (I would take that to the grave before anyone knew my mouth could make a noise like that) tearing my claws through the gauze, my claws reached my newly stitched chest and tore easily through the scales.

"Midnight what's wr- no! Stop it now!" Ratchet ordered and rushed over to my perch. He quickly scoops me off of it and sets me down on one of his operating tables. His pedes carried him to where his drugs are and he grabs something out of the cabinet, hopefully, a pain reliever.

It was in a needle and in the first time in my life, the needle didn't give me any fright. He pumped whatever was in the needle into my systems and rushed away to grab some other needed things. Doc Bot left me there as the liquid begun to take a quick effect and my body was getting sleepy and numb feeling.

It wasn't long before the darkness took over my vision and I was taken once more to a different realm.

Darkness surrounded me in another inky black void of nothing. Except the same red orb was next to me with a slightly thicker string attached to the middle of my chest. What caught my attention was a very thin string of yellow was also attached to my chest. My eyes followed it to a yellow orb on the other side of me.

Realization struck me harder than a damn bullet train; the red is Sides and the yellow one is Sunstreaker. This cannot be fucking happening. A blush covered my face as the first meeting with the red orb came to mind. Did Sides feel that and get the same pleasure from it too? Did he know it was me? Probably not, he would have said something when I was with him earlier today. Wait that means...

A creepy smile appeared on my face as I use my wings to get me close to the yellow orb this time. Gripping it softly with my claws and drawing it close to me, my chest made contact with and a soft pulse of pleasure. A purr starts in my throat as my arms hold onto it tighter, afraid it will leave my grasp.

"I see you finally are accepting the unknown," Blue Hue (it rhymes) made his presence known. Releasing the yellow orb as quickly as possible and spinning around to face him, an expression of embarrassment and shock pass over my face.

The shock and embarrassment were erased and a look of anger, a way to defend myself, appeared. "What are you doing here? You should know I'm too stubborn for you to change my mind and you won't be able to," I snarled while keeping my guard up. He didn't act in fear of my scary appearance and a smile grew on his robotic lips.

"Don't act like that and I know this; I have watched your entire life. You aren't one to be reckoned with, just like the natural disasters of your earth," he explained. Pulling my head back from the shock of him admitting he has been watching me my entire life, I lift my upper lip to show off my long, canine fangs.

"That's really weird for you to admit... Just get me back to the real world, kay?" I commanded like it was me who was the boss of him.

"Do you remember what Ratchet did to you before you blacked out?" he questioned and I nodded my head. He had knocked me out with some kind of drug. "Well, your body is still under that and I don't have enough strength to force you to wake up." Oh, he's a good liar. If I wasn't paying a lot of attention to his voice (it was literally ringing in my ears), it would be hard to detect and he is a god.

Groaning and throwing my head back, I turn away from him and moved through the inky darkness of the void. The strings attached to my soul pulled a little bit as a protest for having to move and followed me through the void. His blue hue disappeared behind us as I pulled the other orbs with me.

While flying around for the fun of it, a flash of white light lit up. It happened a few times before I was drawn into it and thrown back to the real world.

Gasping a huge breath and sitting up like a mummy, my eyes dart around the room. I was still in the Med. Bay but instead of being on the examining table, someone had placed me back on my perch. Gladly to, a handful (including the Terror twins) of bots are getting worked on by Ratchet.

The Terror twins looked worse for wear and seemed to have gotten the worse of the injuries out of everyone here. Sunshine seemed to be the worse out of the two with his paint job scratched to smithereens and energon leaking from underneath his armor.

Sides was the first to notice my waking form and a bright smile grew on his lips. He thankfully didn't call out to me but motioned for me to come down to him, to which I did. My wings did have some trouble with the healing scales; it felt open like he didn't stitch it back up again, there wasn't probably enough scales to do that.

Landing on his shoulder and immediately snuggling into his neck cables, not a word was sent between us and that felt good. He allows me to stay hidden in his neck cables and soon then later, sleep cast its spell over to me. A good kind of darkness took over my vision and this time Blue Hue didn't interrupt my peaceful sleep.