Authors Note: This is also my second Transformers fanfic, so please be kind to it.

Pairing from the generator is: Wildrider/Breakdown/Nervous

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable Transformers characters, only the idea for this.

This fic was beta read by LicoriceSnoCone. =D So thank you to her for beta reading this.

He stood among the other Decepticons with his team mates, the other Stunticons, trying to at least somehow stay out of Megatron's line of sight and somehow stay out of the other mech's sight by hoping that he could melt himself into the floor and be gone with everything.

Stunticon Wildrider.

Slag him, why was he always watching him was something that Breakdown always wanted to know.

He then found that Megatron had dismissed them. He tried to go down another hallway without being noticed by the others, but he soon found himself stuck in a dead end hallway.

Oh slag no.

He didn't need this now. No, he needed to get away from everything that spiked his nervous paranoia.

Get away from the base.

Get away from Megatron.

Get away from his 'supposed' comrades.

"Breakdown?"

Oh slag.

And most of all get away from HIM.

Breakdown turned at the sound of the other mech's voice. He vainly tried not to jump wildly, and look everywhere else, except the fast approaching mech.

He nearly nervously yelped when the other mech pushed him harshly against the nearest wall, and Breakdown nearly fritzed at what the other mech did next.

He was being kissed.

He was being kissed, drug down a hallway to the private quarters, and he liked it.

Fin.