Greetings, everyone!

First off this is my first ever Transformers Fic.

This is intended to be a one-shot. Nothing more, nothing less. It depends on the reactions on if I'll continue or not, so if you wish for thus to continue then review, done deal. Just tell me your own view of this one-shot and if I need to update anything, then please do tell.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and OC's.

Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the world. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night.

Below the alluring night sky was a metallic plain. It was wide and vast and went on as far as the eye could see. There was no movement whatsoever, and everything was completely quiet.

Then, all of a sudden, the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the plains. The one who caused such a racket belonged to none other to the blue-painted and pink-ridged, Arcee. And In her arms was a tiny sparkling.

The sparkling appeared to be small and fragile, but quite still and beautiful to look upon. With a luscious silver finish, blue ridges and large crimson eyes, Arcee couldn't find a single flaw with the sparkling.

Abruptly, the tiny cybertronian began to cry. It didn't even sound like it was pausing long enough to breathe. Surely, it'd have to either stop or pass out soon. But the screaming went on, so Arcee stopped dead in her tracks and tenderly whispered, "hush little one there's no need to cry." She tried the best to her ability to the calm the small thing, and to her relief it stopped crying.

In its place, the crying was replaced with giggling. A thing the sparkling did a lot when it felt happy… By Primus, Arcee swore the world stopped still on its axis to hear her beautiful laughter emerging and filling the air with gorgeous sounds coming from deep her chest, composing what was her favorite song.

"Don't worry we're almost there." Arcee muttered to her sparkling and it merely giggled some more in reply.

Finally after some long groons, she lastly emerged from the vast metallic plain, and up ahead there was an orphanage. Arcee silently walked on over to the foster home, but as she came closer and closer, she found herself slowing down until she came to a complete halt.

She came to the realization that she was going to lose her daughter. And after fighting back the emotions for so long, she finally broke. She became a picture of grief, loss, devastation. It was a face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if she could do it again. Then, just when she thought the breakthrough would come and she would trust herself with her vulnerability, the shutters would come down, her emotion walled off behind a mask of coping. She could yet again just wear it until everything was right again, she didn't know another way.

But that didn't stop her. With difficulty, the femme walked up to the doorstep and gently laid her daughter onto the solid grey stone. She cuddled up against the sparkling, she unclothed the blanket she was wrapped, revealing her silver wings. She gingerly kissed her on the cheek and achingly mumbled, "Goodbye, Bluewing. Please, live a long and happy life. M-maybe one day we'll see each other again… But, until that time comes this is goodbye…"

As she held her, Arcee started to became uncertain of choices. Every time the uncertainty sunk in, she tried to convince herself that she had to do this. She had to and there simply was no other way. Of course, she could run away with the sparkling, but she would eventually be found out. She needed to do this and no one could know regarding her, especially the sire.

Shaking off the feeling. She grabbed a note and placed it next to the sparkling and tucked her back into the fabric.

Suddenly, she felt something wet scroll down her cheek. She looked up to the sky, seeing if it was raining. It wasn't, instead she realized that it was her tears.

She bite her tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave her optics. A small whimper was made and she turned to gaze at her sparkling. And that's when she couldn't hold them back. First one small crystal bead escaped from her right optic. She felt the warmth, sliding down her cheek, rolling off her chin. Then another. And another until her optics became flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. Sniffing every ten nano-kliks, they fall, and fall, and she let them.

Mustering all of her strength, she got up and forced herself to leave. Assuredly, Arcee didn't want to give up the sparkling. She didn't yearn for this, she wanted to go back and grab her daughter and raise her herself. However, she had to believe that she would be safe here, comfortable and warm. To look down would be to imagine her cold in a box, bereft of her cuddles and goodnight kisses.

Before she knew it, she was just a part of the crowd again, walking endlessly on a hidden road. This pain, this pain was on the edge of being unbearable, true pain and it broke her spark in two. While she walked, she almost had the nerve to turn around and start running back to the orphanage, but she didn't. She walked off into the darkness leaving her former life behind.

Back at the orphanage, Bluewing opened her large crimson optics, noticing something was amiss. It was a warm presence, a welcoming presence that had been ripped from her. She felt safe there, she felt at home. Now, that security was snatched away, and she didn't know why. She blinked up to the sky: her faceplate turning into a trembling frown, which soon became a scream that echoed throughout the area.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a femme stepped forward. She looked down to see a lone and wailing sparkling. She checked her surroundings to see if anyone was out there, but to her dismay she couldn't spot a single other cybertronian. Thus, she picked up the sparkling into her sevros and note, walked into the orphanage, closing the door behind her.

I hope it wasn't for OOC. Honestly, I've a really hard time picturing Arcee crying, seeing as she's a tough as nails gal. Despite that, It was pretty sad to write this, but at the same time fun.

But anyhow, I hoped you enjoyed it!