Five hours later, Nikki and I were heading back to our rooms. The party had been great. Tom and "Grandpa" had had the recreation facility closed off for private use - meaning AAF members only. And for the next few hours we'd partied hard.
  "Set your clock," I told Nikki when we got to her room. "We have training tomorrow." She groaned and thumped her head against the doorway.
  "Alright. See you tomorrow." She disappeared into her apartment and shut the door.
  I was walking down the hallway the led to the humans' quarters. My room just had to be the one at the end. I didn't care, it just nagged at me. I was the farthest from everything.
  Anyways, I was probably a quarter-mile from my 'sanctuary', when a little hissing noise whispered into my ear. I stopped, glancing up. The whispering continued.
  "Who's there?" I called lowly, looking around. There was only me. Recon transformed and crawled onto the side of my shirt. He growled, holding one claw out.
  "You hear it too?" I asked him. He nodded.
  "Decepticons."
  I slowly turned around, inspecting every inch of the hallway. Recon growled more, tense.
  "Nobody's here," I said. He didn't move for a couple seconds. "Calm down."
  Recon twisted his tail around my arm tight. "I hate them," he snarled. I stroked his head.
  "It's okay, Recon," I assured. He said nothing. We continued through the hall.

  The sky darkened with thick, blood red clouds. Loud gunfires and battlecries echoed over the land. I could feel the spark of battle all around me. Recon clung to my neck tightly, almost suffocating me.
  A beaten and battered robot flipped over my head. I ducked a little to avoid getting kicked in the head.
  "What's happening?" I shouted, but my voice came out a whisper. Recon cried something in my ear.
  There was a blast and suddenly, Recon and I were shoved forward. I tumbled away, balling up reflexively. We rolled for a few feet and halted by a lifeless heap of parts that was once a giant robot.
  I groaned and rolled over, then scooted until my back was on the robot's side. My clothes were shredded and I was soaked with blood. I got excited, like the sight of blood was... thrilling? I don't know.
  All of a sudden, a jagged black figure barrelled at us. My eyes widened and I threw my hands in front of my face. The figure smashed it's hands on either side of me and shoved its face to mine. I could smell burning wires and some kind of sulfur-like stench on it. Two red eyes shone from inside it's head.
  "Filthy insect," he hissed before he reached back with one hand and slammed it around m-
  I jolted up in my bed, chest heaving. Recon was crying and shaking on my lap. He was a nervous wreck. I scooped him up and held him against my chest.
  "It was just a nightmare," I cooed as he buried his face in my neck. "It's okay, Recon." He'd had the same nightmare as me since we were 'mentally linked', as the others called it. I don't know how it happened, but I figured it started around the time he'd gone bezerk on StarScream last year in gun-mode.
  "It's okay," I repeated, "nightmares are just nightmares. Nothing more."
  But if it was nothing more... why did it seem so real?