A/N: Well, time for chapter 4… I really thought about this one, and I couldn't decide which way to go with it, and I have been SUPER busy… Solo ensemble and some other stuff like All Region and All State... which I ALMOST made All State, but eh… They choose the one scale I suck at…

Disclaimer: Transformers do not belong to me, sorry. I know it would be 10x better if it did.

WELL I love all of you people, I had one review and like 10 adds to favorite stories…. I don't know where all you people come from all of the sudden… Well… NOW ON TO THE STORY… DUNDUn..dun…

Chapter 4

It's cold… So very cold…

Curled up, scared…

That's what he felt, nothing. Nothing was a strange feeling, and he's felt it before. But every time he feels this, it scares him. Truly scars him.

It was a numbing feeling, pouring ice into wound that he wished that would heal.

Fallen Comrade.

"That's what I think of you."

Fallen Comrade, Fallen Comrade.

"That's what I think of you, too."

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.

"Stop!"

Megatron woke to his own voice, echoing throughout the medbay chamber.

Wait… how'd he end up in the medbay?

"My lord," he heard his medic from behind, "Starscream notified me when he found you passed out in one of the corridors…" he paused, "If you don't mind me asking, but what were you doing there?" Knockout asked him, now standing beside him. Megatron sighed, "I… I don't know… I can't remember."

"Well, there is a possibility that you could of over-energized," Knockout suggested.

"No, I don't have a hangover, and I already used up my entire high grade some cycles ago," he told him.

"So, then… How's your shoulder?" Knockout grabbed a box full of his syringes, "Breakdown went to go get your new medication about an hour ago, and he should be back soon."

Megatron's shoulder was aching from laying on his back, "I need it," he grunted.

"My lord," Knockout looked at him, "I know you're in pain but, eh, don't you want the strong medication for later?" He asked. Megatron shook his head, "just do it, I don't have time for this."

Knockout did as he was told and swiftly pierced the needle under the warlord's armor. Once all the liquid was fully injected, the pain ebbed away slowly, until Megatron could move his arm. He quickly got out of his position, avoiding his arm by force of habit.

"When will Breakdown arrive with the medication?" Megatron asked before he left the medbay, brushing himself off of dust that he collect while he was unconscious. Knockout put the rest of the syringes back into the box, sliding it into a drawer nearby, "Breakdown said it might take him awhile, since the Autobots had a shipment also."

"Hm, probably pre-processed energon," Megatron slightly mumbled, his mind slowly drifting away from the situation.

"Probably, but we can't be too sure… with them, anything could happen."

Arcee sighed, she hated things like this, but she knew if Optimus was that desperate to get. But frankly, Arcee was NOT a delivery femme. This was Bumblebee's job, not hers, why should she do it?

She re-checked the coordinates, she was there. But why was there no shipment pod!

"You're waiting here too, hm?" She heard a voice in front of her.

"Breakdown." She growled. Great, a Decepticon too. She started to aim for his head, but he interrupted her.

"No need to get out any weapons, this is a neutral zone now," Breakdown sneered. She put her arms down and straightened up, "so," she began, "What brings you here?"

"Presumably the same reason as you," he calmly replied. Arcee narrowed her optics, "you're usually a bit more aggressive, are you hiding anything?"

"There is nothing to hide."

"Prove it."

The large Decpticon rose from his place near a large sunning rock, towering over the smaller femme. Arcee did not budge, though; as he had said, this was a neutral zone.

"See? I have nothing to hide." He held out his palms showing that he carried no weapons with him, "you have nothing to worry." Arcee relaxed, and sighed; now she had to wait. Breakdown sat back down and Arcee sat with him. It was a rare opportunity to sit with a Decpticon… she was often curious of them, even though she hated most of them. Ratchet had told her many times that the Decpticons were more… mislead than evil, but sometimes that was hard to believe. Optimus seemed to believe in that too, but she wasn't quite sure why he would. Optimus was also curious, just like the Decpticons.

"Why are you here?" Breakdown's deep rumble of a voice snapped Arcee from her thoughts, "I mean, I know you're here for a delivery, but what is it?" He turned to her. Arcee looked at him, "why would you want to know?"

"Is it a secret?"

"Now you're sounding like a mechling femme…" she chuckled.

"I was just asking, Autobot," he chuckled back.

"Shut up, con."

This continued for a few minutes, as they talked. Arcee almost forgot that the mech was a Decpticon… but was soon reminded once the shipment pod landed.

"Well, I guess this is where the conversation ends," he got up and started to retrieve a steel box.

"Energon?"

"No, we have lots of that thanks to the mines," he answered.

"Oh. Then what is it?" Her curiosity once again bubbled to life, but with that, she is close to being in a danger zone.

"I can't say. Lord Megatron would be crushed if I told an Autobot…" he sighed, "it's nothing dangerous, and I don't think we can use it against you, but…"

"But what?"

"Can't say. What about your shipment?"

"Oh!" She scurried to the waiting mech who held some supplies, "sorry!"

The mech just grunted and closed the sliding door, leaving Arcee with a package full of something heavy.

"Primus!" She strained, "Ratchet, why must you order all the heavy stuff!"

A laugh behind here made her blush a little, "you're medic?"

"Y-yeah… kind of." She answered, trying to get a better grip on the package. Breakdown only smiled at her, and for once… at a Decpticon, smiled back.

"Looks like we can't be friends anymore," she sighed.

"Yeah… nice talking to you," he nodded, and turned to leave. Arcee suddenly had the urge to walk with him, had the urge to be with him. He reminded her of Cliffjumper, he even talked like him slightly.

"Wait!" She called after him. He turned around, "hm?"

"I…" she paused, cursing to herself for such a rash comment, "um… I hope Megatron gets better."

Honestly, she didn't understand why she said that. She didn't know what else to say, in fear of offending him. She didn't really care for Megatron, but since Breakdown seemed to be concerned about the mech, she thought it would be appropriate.

"Thank you. Even if your're an Autobot, I'd think he'd appreciate what you just said."

Smile.

Turn.

Gone.

And Arcee was still standing there.

"So did you get the supplies?" Ratchet called after Arcee as she arrived through the ground bridge. She nodded and sat the box down, "yes, but may I ask you something?"

"What?" the old mech was already preoccupied with something, not even facing her direction.

"What did you order? It feels like someone stuffed a whole medical facility in one box!" She leaned over his shoulder.

"Things." He answered. 'Things' wasn't enough for Arcee, with the reminding of Cliffjumper and the fact that she couldn't talk to Breakdown anymore, she wasn't in the mood for anyone at the moment.

"Like what things?" she crossed her arms, "I would like to know what you ordered!"

Ratchet glanced at her, put his tools down, and turned directly at her, "and why would you even care about what I ordered?" he mirrored her position.

"Because I carried it!" She stomped her foot.

"Give her a break, doc, it's probably just her time of the stellar cycle," Bulkhead passed the two.

"Hey, is that the 'bot version of a per…" Miko was right beside him, who was now being silenced by Jack.

"Miko," He uncovered her mouth, "Raff's right behind us, he doesn't know about that stuff yet!" he scolded her. She gave him a half-wince, "heheh, um, sorry?"

Raff piped up behind her, "what are you two talking about?"

"Nothing!" they snapped in unison. Bulkhead laughed a little at humans, and turned back to Arcee, "something happen to make you think about Cliffjumper, right?"

Arcee actually felt the human saying of 'hitting the nail on the head.'

"Arcee," another voice, but it wasn't like the voice she used to know. It was dead, depressed… it didn't sound right in her audios, like it didn't belong.

Her spark sank when she saw who it belong to.

"Optimus," she said over a whisper. He seemed like a spark remnant… or the cybertronian equivalent to a ghost. It was strange to seem him in such a state, making her wonder what had happen while she was gone.

The room was silent, then he spoke, "Arcee," he repeated, "Ratchet didn't order that package."

"O-oh… he didn't…" she stammered.

"That has something of mine in it… something very important," he held out his hand, "may I have it?" his movements seemed slow, run down. His voice close to monotone and soft; almost to the point of where even cybertronians can't even hear, and it scared her. Truly scared her; as she lifted the box up off the table of Ratchet's, in which she had just once slammed it down on. She carried over to Optimus, shaking and she handed to him. He didn't even smile, but he didn't frown either.

He left them standing there, as they stood in amazement.

Arcee cried once again.

I wanted to make this longer but… I also really didn't feel like doing anything else, and MOTS needs the next chappie.

Yes, some Arcee\Breakdown, but its more one sided and brother/sister sort of thing, since Breakdown already has a mate.

DUN DUN DUNNNN, what's in the box? You'll have to find out MUHAHAHAHHAHAH

Cough

I'm okay…