Changed (a Transformers Prime fanfic)

The Past

Hi! This chapter is a short one, and I just want to remind you, I don't  own any of this stuffs, only the story line, and Jacqlynn. 

Also, this isn't Wheeljack's actual past, k? Just wanted u to know.

$$$$Wheeljack's POV$$$$

I can't believe it. Jacq, my twin? I remember back in Cybertron always hanging out with my sister, her name was Racerstreak. She had the same paint job as me, she was me, except she was a girl- and she was completely different. 

I remembered the day she changed. 

It was the war of Cybertron, I couldn't find Racer anywhere. I shouted her name constantly. 

"Racerstreak! Race! Answer me!" I thought it was over, I thought she had died at the hands of the enemy.

I had just given up, and started to grow weak from running and fighting for hours on end. Then when he approached, I knew he wanted to take my spark. 

His eyes were glowing red, he was a decepticon. 

He raised his hand, and right as he was about to shoot me, I heard a soft sound of someone calling me. Not by my full name of Wheeljack, but my nickname  given to me by my best friend, and my sister. But it wasn't a manly voice calling my name, it was a soft, but rough, sweet, but strong, voice. It was Racer. 

"Jackie, no!"  She skidded infront of me, right as the shot was fired. 

I was able to shoot down the decepticon, but I couldn't save my sister. 

"No! Racer, you can't die!" I couldn't help it, I leaned over her dieing body and sobbed, of that was possible for me to do, at least. 

I felt her warm metal hand on my head, and I looked up to see her looking at me, with a warm, soft, sweet, but rough and strong smile. 

"Stay strong Wheeljack, stay strong. When we see each other again, I will be weaker, and I won't be able to protect you." 

I watched as the last of the energon keeping her alive drifted away, leaving a lifeless body of my dear twin, my other half, limp and dead. 

"I couldn't save you now, why would I be able to save you in another life? RacerStreak, tell me, why?" I yelled at the corpse. 

Then I ran, I ran away from all my problems, and I never truly stopped running to settle down, stay with the autobots, or anything. I've been running my whole life, and I can't stop. 

I stared at the limp body of again, my twin, my other half, again. She wasn't dead yet, I could still save her. 

But how?