The song in here is mine, so please don't steal it. I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, but I've had a crazy winter, what with before-break exams and last-minute Xmas shopping ;;; I guess that's what I get for procrastinating. Oh well, enjoy the update, and please feel free to review

Alexis couldn't explain it, but for some odd reason she was six again, that horrible age when her parents were taken away from her. Alexis was on a swing set at a public playground, except there were no children around playing. The sun was setting, and the small brunette was gently pushing herself on the swing, her hands loosely grasping the metal chains supporting the swing as she stared out at the sun that was also leaving her.

A pair of hands softly clasped over hers as Alexis discovered that she wasn't as alone as she thought she was. The six-year-old girl looked up behind her, and saw someone that should be two stories tall! Instead, Midi was the height of a human being. Her warm, reassuring optics glowed down at Alexis as she told her "I'll miss you . . ."

Midi became transparent, and Alexis began to panic. "MIDI!!" the child cried, jumping off of the swing and chasing after her. The brunette had almost reached her, but unfortunately Midi faded into the sunset, leaving Alexis to cry even more.

Alexis woke up with tears leisurely descending her cheeks, her goose-down pillow moist. She rolled onto her back, gazing depressingly at the ceiling fan whose blades were lazily circulating above the bed. Alexis hadn't even bothered to change into her pajamas that night, or even get under the covers of her secure bed. She glanced at her pink laptop and noticed that on the monitor, a message in bold, friendly baby-blue letters was telling her that she had a new e-mail. Sighing and groaning, she got up and made her way to her laptop.

The brunette sat on her chair and began reading her new e-mail, a depressed expression plastered to her face. Alexis began to cry again as she read further into the message:

Dear Alexis,

I'd like to start this message with an "I'm sorry", if it's alright with you. I'm sorry that I can't stay here anymore, and I'm sorry that I can no longer be with my friend. Please don't blame Starscream for my leaving. He had no choice! If he hadn't taken me back to the base, I would have died from Energon loss. And I know this sounds odd, but don't blame Optimus Prime either. I know, I know; it IS his fault for making me leave, but he firmly believes that femmes shouldn't be on the front-lines, and that it's safer on Cybertron. Sideswipe and Blurr have both tried to reason and explain to him, but he won't seem to take "no" as an answer.

Alexis, could you do me a favor? I'm going to have my Minicon partner, Circuit, stay on Earth considering the dangers, and I don't want him to be alone. He doesn't seem to blend well with the other Minicons, so I was hoping you could help him feel more at home when I leave. Also, would you please give Starscream a message for me? You were right; I do think I've "fallen for him", as you humans say. Would you please tell him that I will miss him, and that I think I . . . I love him.

I'll miss you Lexi, like a sister would miss another. Sorry, I know you don't like to be called that, but I think it's kinda cute Thank you for everything.

Midi (Breaker)

After reading and re-reading the message, the level of her sobs and tears increased. Alexis slapped down the laptop's monitor, unplugged it from its recharge cable, and snatched it up. She quickly put on her sneakers and raced out of her house, not even bothering with breakfast (it was 11 o'clock in the afternoon, and she forgot dinner that evening as well!) and ran her hardest to the Autobot Base.

Sorry Midi, Alexis thought, taking her short-cut through the canyon, but you're going to have to let Starscream know yourself. I'M going to take care of Optimus!

Even after 24 hours, Midi still wasn't stable enough to leave the med-bay. That didn't exactly mean that she didn't try to. Each time, however, Scavenger would grab her, sling her over his shoulder and carry her back unwillingly. It wasn't until Red Alert had resorted to tying her feet to the recharge bed that she finally stopped attempting to escape. Sideswipe was ordered to take her swords to her room, so she had nothing to free herself with. Midi sighed heavily, looking up at the air vent's fan spinning lazily in the upper corner of the med-bay. I hope Lexi got my e-mail, she thought to herself.

Finally, after being bored beyond her circuit's capability, she slowly shut down her optics and began humming to herself. Since she had nothing to do after she woke up from her slight coma, she had spent her time composing a new song. Once she felt that the song was good enough, Midi decided to sing it. This one's for you sir, she told herself, smugly referring to the infamous Optimus Prime.

Thankfully, the mentioned mech was within distance of hearing this little message, as well as a crimson seeker who finally got his answer to "Was she the one singing?".

You want me to tell you what's wrong

tell you what's going on

in my life that's making me feel like hell.

But sadly that's where it falls,

makes me pound on the walls,

because you're the reason that I fell.

Just please get out of my face

please give me some space

for me to breathe and sort things out on my own.

No offense but it's you

who's making all of this true

and so this is the part where I groan

and tell you to

Live your own life; stop prying into mine,

I'm sick of explaining 'cause you can't read the signs.

You're begging for pity when no one can give it

All because you don't want to admit

That it's usually due

to the things I go through

just to have you

have you

have you

have you feeling content.

Another slow day of spite

and another fight

towards what my name'll be today.

It's not even Break,

but as short as it takes

you get me feeling I should go away.

Where you can get out of my face

and give a little space

so I can breath and be out on my own.

No offense but it's you

who's making all of this true

and this is the part where I should've known

to tell you to

Live your own life; stop prying into mine,

I'm sick of explaining 'cause you can't read the signs.

You're begging for pity when no one can give it

All because you don't want to admit

That it's usually due

to the things I go through

just to have you

have you

have you

have you feeling content.

(Bridge)

I wish things were easier to be alone

so I could sort through all of the unknown.

Why can't you understand what I need?

Time to myself to think instead of bleed.

You think you're helping? NO! You're making me

Fall to my knees

If you think this is he best that I can have

then you're so sad

to think that you can abuse me

use me

bruise me

until you need me to help you

Live your own life; stop prying into mine,

I'm sick of explaining 'cause you can't read the signs.

You're begging for pity when no one can give it

All because you don't want to admit

That it's usually due

to the things I go through

just to have you

have you

have you

have you feeling content.