A/N: This story was written by Skyress98.


A small light pink and silver femme with gold outlines and shimmering winglets, just barely 18 vorns old, by the name of Pixie Dust, walked into the main room of the Autobot base, quietly. The soft taps of her peds hitting the concrete was the only noise. The little femme's sea green optics shined with fear and hurt. She'd had enough. Pixie wanted to be loved, to be able to become a medic, and to not be afraid of her comrades.

Pixie Dust was the creation of two Cybertronians. One Decepticon and one Autobot. She didn't know who her creators were, nobody did. Pixie was small, agile and quite strong, yet she refused to fight even though she had the skills to. Pixie typed in coordinates to an unknown location. Hoping to get away from her comrades, the ones that were suppose to protect her, but instead they shunned her.

~Flashback~

Pixie Dust sighed as yet again Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots refused to let her go on patrol. She didn't understand why. Pixie had heard all the other Autobots call her lazy, when in fact, Pixie kept the entire base cleaned and organized. Her spark hurt from the loneliness that had almost consumed her. She wanted to make friends, to be wanted. But nobody, not even her creators, wanted her.

Pixie slowly walked back to her quarters, trying her best to keep the energon tears from falling. Early that morning, while Pixie had been cleaning, she had fallen and cut her arm. Pixie refused to let anyone find out about the wound. She didn't know why but every day Pixie felt as if something was missing.

The small femme looked up and realized that she was at the entrance of her quarters. Typing in the pass code, she slipped inside and slid down the wall to rest near the entrance. The energon tears finally breaking the dam and rushing out.

With shaky hands, Pixie removed her blue visor and subspaced it. Her sea green optics filled with tears. Hiccupping softly, Pixie got up and moved over to her desk. The only items on the desk were two Cybertronian instruments, one representing a violin, and the other, a harp. Pixie had mastered the use of playing these instruments. She however could not play them here. The other Autobots wouldn't let her.

Pixie touched her bruised cheek and flinched. Arcee had gotten mad when she had been beaten by some Cons and had taken it out on Pixie. With shaky servos, Pixie Dust grabbed both of her instruments and subspaced them. She also went to the supply closet in her room and subspaced a small med-kit, a thermal blanket, her collection of energon crystals (that still glowed) and some energon cubes she had stashed. She was escaping, from the loneliness and the hate. She was escaping tonight, through the ground bridge.

~End of Flashback~

Pixie Dust closed her optics and whimpered, her injured arm protesting being moved around. The ground bridge roared to life, which caused Pixie to jump and accidentally run her hand over its controls, adding to the coordinates. Before Pixie could do anything, Ratchet and Bumblebee burst into the room. With a shocked gasp, Pixie Dust rushed through the ground bridge, ignoring the calls of the medic and scout. She didn't stop until she noticed that the ground bridge was behaving funny, blue and white electricity going everywhere. Pixie screamed and tried to shield herself, just as the ground bridge exploded.

~In the Bay Verse~

Jazz and Prowl were sitting next to each other, enjoying the sunset. The bond had needed to be renewed since Jazz came back to life, thanks to Optimus Prime and the Matrix. The SIC and TIC of the Autobots had stayed close together. Where one went, the other followed. As the two mechs rested against each other, a sudden boom came a few yards away, knocking both of them to their sides. The Autobots onlined their weaponry and jumped to their peds, waiting to see what Decepticon would be foolish enough to attack the Autobot headquarters.

The sand that had been blown up by the boom finally settled and what laid in the sand nearly made both of the mechs glitch. A small pink and silver femme with small winglets was whimpering in the sand. Tears streaming down her face as she held one of her arms close to her chassis. Sparking could be seen coming from the femme's arm. Both mechs jumped to attention when they heard her first whimper.

Jazz rushed over to the femme and knelt down next to her, trying to get to her injured arm. Prowl contacted the Autobot base, ordering for Ratchet to come out to where they were at. He didn't know why, but Prowl had an awful feeling in his spark.