Darkmount shook, waking me up from my recharge and I fell to the floor of Shockwave's berth room. He wasn't there so I guessed he left to go back to his lab. Struggling to get back up, I noted the many scratches I still had from yesterday, earning new ones as I stumbled around trying to get to the door. I had no idea what was going on, no one would answer my comm, and I couldn't find Shockwave as I looked down the halls, stumbling as the citadel shook once more. I heard the quick marching of vehicons, and I thanked Primus for wide hallways as they went by, ignoring me. One decided that I was in the way, and knocked me down, resulting in the further scratching and denting of my armor. I scrambled to the side, hiding between a support beam and the wall as the marched by, ignoring my pained whimpers. When they left I rose back up, and started towards the med bay, hoping to find Shockwave there, but he wasn't, and my next option would be his lab. Shockwave where are you? I stumbled into the open door of his lab as Darkmount shook once more, falling onto the medical table, and the one of the restraints closed around my servo.

"Scrap!"

I began to panic and my cooling fans did their best to keep up with my rising anxieties. My spark hurt as it hummed frantically. The tower began to crack on the inside, and debris fell just ahead of me, coming dangerously close to my helm.

"Shockwave!" I called, though I knew I would receive no answer as I tugged on my already separating servo, I screeched as the pain worsened, and I felt circuits begin to snap. I need to find Shockwave.

I heard the door slide open and I looked to see said mech, and he ran to me with a certain urgency once he realized I was trapped.

"You weren't in my quarters."

"You weren't in your lab." I winced as the restraint disappeared, and servo fell limp, the circuits that connected it to my processor having snapped.

"Why are you even more battered?" he asked, and I just shook my helm, not willing to tell him at the moment.

He gently guided me out and to the Nemesis, where many vehicons stared in interest as we left the now commandeered Decepticon citadel. The war ship seems cramped after living on Darkmount, though for a short time.

"Shockwave what is the meaning of this?" Starscream shrieked, and I flinched at his voice, "We were about to leave without you!"

"Yet here I am." Shockwave answered, "Are you disappointed, Starscream?"

His tone held a lining of anger, but no one noticed but me as Starscream spluttered, until finally pointing at me, saying that I should have been left behind.

"Illogical, this vehicon has helped in much of my work, and has downloaded information that I was unable to."

When did that happen?

With another minute of grumbling, Commander Starscream moved on to harass other vehicons, or perhaps his Seeker army... I wish I could say that I could care less... but I had grown attached to these lowly workers and soldiers. I wonder how they can shun me so easily.

Shockwave led me further into the Nemesis, a route I knew well as we neared the med bay. Our medic didn't seem to be there, and he pat the medical berth for me to sit down, I obliged, and waited for him to take a look at my limp servo, a few sparks shooting from the broken and severed wires. I winced, cursing as he lifted the pained appendage up to inspect it further. He took a pair of tweezers, and started to try and reconnect the delicate wiring without tearing it completely, which was difficult considering my condition.

"You should have stayed in my berthroom," he said after a moment or two of silence.

"I was w-worried about you." I tried to not cry as more pain shot up my arm, biting my derma as I looked away in a desperate attempt to ignore it. When he finally connected the last circuit, my servo came back online, and almost hit him as I snatched it closer to me, "Sorry..." I mumbled, and extended it once more for him to repair.

He stared at me for a second, not saying a word. Putting the tweezers down he brought his servo to my faceplate, scratched and battered from falling and stumbling around Darkmount, and almost trampled on by vehicons.

"There are no logical words to tell you how sorry I-"

"You had no control," I interrupted, "What is there to be sorry about?"

"My apology is not accepted then?"

"That would by the logical conclusion," I smiled, though it hurt with the many scratches that dawned my faceplate.

I heard him sigh as he shook his helm, looking down, antenea swiveling. I frowned, and lifted his helm back up to look at me, his red optic dimmed, and brightened as I placed my other servo on the other side of his helm, and brought it closer for me to kiss the top of it.

"You've saved me twice," I whispered, my once broken servo finding it's way to his antenea, which twitched at my touch, "isn't that enough to cancel out any kind of apology?"

He was silent as my servo tapped his delicate antenea, and he leaned into my chassis, red optic dimming.

"You are an illogical variable, (Y/D)." he said, which made me giggle.

"Is that good or bad?"

He looked back up to me, and my servo slipped from his antenea, making it swivel up, the other side mirroring said action.

"I am unable to determine that."

I giggled once more, and leaned into him, my helm resting on his chassis now.

"That's not a terrible thing," I said.

"Would you like me to repair your wounds?"

I nodded at this, and lifted my helm so he could get what he needed. I flinched a bit when he brought the torch to my armor, but relaxed when he put it on it's lowest setting, and gently brushed it against the soft metal that made me. He patched up the few wounds that were leaking energon, and soon began working on my faceplate. I all but purred as he gently brushed the buffer to the side of my helm, not needing much pressure to smooth out and shine the delicate metal. I let a content sigh escape my derma, as he took the buffer away, and a pang of sadness crept its way into my fragile spark.

"Why do you take so much pleasure when I come in contact with you?" he asked, putting the buffer away, and I found myself embarrassed as my cooling fans kicked in, and not for the growing anxieties I had not to long ago.

"Well... I-I... e-everyone else is-was-to afraid to touch me... so they usually never did..."

"They ignored a need."

This confused me.

"I wouldn't call it a need... I mean it's rather stupid really-"

"You crave touch, do you not?" I didn't understand where he was trying to go with this, but I nodded, hesitantly, "You were denied that sensation even by your carrier, correct?" I nodded once more, "Touch is a basic need for most everyone," he turned back towards me, singular optic a glow as many facts ran through his processor, and he computed just what to say, "If that need is ignored there are many difficencies in the progress of growth."

My curious expression transitioned to a deep frown. So not only am I weak I have difficencies from not being in contact from anyone?

"And what difficencies would you say I would have?" I crossed my arms, careful not to scratch them all over again.

"I never said you had any defficencies," why do I feel like he's back tracking? "I am merely trying to prove the point that your liking to my touch is natural considering the avoidance of your peers."

I nodded, slowly, still thinking that my want for him to simply brush a servo across my cheekplate rather ridiculous. He saw this and shook his helm after a time, then announced that I should get some recharge, but I knew he did not have a private quarters here, so I asked where it was he would being staying.

"There is an office connected to the lab," he stated, pointing to a closed door, "You will see a fold-out berth connected to the wall."

To this I nodded, and slipped off of the medical berth, escaping through the door, finding the attached lab, as well as another door that led to the said office, and I found it to be quite the mess, so I decided to clean it, rather than recharge, as ordered.