This story is loosely based in the TFCybertron time period. It doesn't have the exact battles and stuff, but it does have the same characters. I'll try not to make Bud be so annoying! :D Enjoy!

I don't own Transformers, only Poison Ivy, Fleetwing, Fleetingstar, Duskstrike and Retro.

Warning:Flirting, battling and some more flirting!

Poison Ivy's POV

From what I was taught, a mech and femme make a sparkling, three seekers make a trine(1), and two opposing sides make a war. I wasn't taught that I had to sit in a dank base all day, watching the monitors.

"Poison you got monitor duty. Poison you got patrolling. Poison you got monitor and patrolling."

A black, light green and turquoise femme said mockingly under her breath as she walked the dimly lit halls of the Decepticon base. A light green visor and dark turquoise mask fit over her light grey face plate. Unable to see, her ice blue optics was glittering with annoyance. Her frame was slim but not frail.

Poison!

The femme let out a sigh. Her younger brother never used the comm. with her; they usually used their sibling bond.

Yes?

I need to recharge. Hurry up and get to the control room.

Poison Ivy, or more commonly Poison, sighed again.

Okay. I'm coming.

Poison quickened her pace to the control room. Reaching her destination, she walked in. Megatron, Ransack, Crumplezone and Thundercracker were all there. They turned their heads. My chin lifted a little higher and I quickly made my way over.

"Megatron."

"Poison" he said with a nod. Thundercracker had a little smile on his mouth-plate.
"Hey Poison. Took you long enough."
"I was getting my Energon."
"Recharge, here I come!" He exclaimed and excitedly ran out of the room, followed closely by Megatron and Crumplezone. I roll my eyes and sit. Ransack smirks.
"Hey Poison, I was thinking-".
"Leave, Ransack. I'm busy."

He sighs and quickly left the room. Every since Ransack was recruited by Megatron, he'd try to hit on me every time we were alone. It actually was quite amusing, but I didn't let him set his hopes too high. I would not ever, I repeat, ever interface with him, even if my life depended on it. He was like, 10 feet smaller than me!(2) I roll my optics thinking about it.

This is gonna be a long "hour", as humans call it.

One, agonizingly long hour later…..

"Thank Primus that's over" I grumble to myself as I walk out of the control room. A small smile wiggles its way onto my face-plate as an idea comes to mind. I bring my servo up to the left side of my helm, activating the comm. system.

.: Megatron, sir? :.

.: Yes Poison? :.

.: I finished monitoring. I was wondering if I could go for a flight down on earth. :.

.: Sure. :.

.: Thank you sir. Poison, out :.

I let out a relieved sigh and walks down the corridor. Reaching the end, I open the door and run out, quickly closing it. Turning slowly, the beauty of the planet makes me become awestruck once again. Every time I lay my optics on Earth, I question my antics of becoming a Decepticon. I shake my head.

"Transform" I mutter softly. Parts begin to shift and hydraulics hissed. My thrusters activated and I flew towards the blue and green planet. If a human were to look up in the sky close enough, they would see an oddly colored F-15 Strike Eagle. Quickly breaking the sound barrier, I zoom over a slight canyon, not noticing the small activity.

Meanwhile, at Optimus Prime's base on Earth…

"But Jetfire" a whiny voice said, drawing out the name.

"Ask Optimus, Wingsaber" a white and green Autobot said without turning towards the mech.

"He said yes. He also said I should take you." Wingsaber said. He was silver and yellow. He also had wings and was heavily armed. The white and green mech turned towards the other. A red visor was fitted over his optics, hidden from view. A white mask was placed over the lower half of his face. He grinded his deeta's together and slowly nodded.

"Alright! I'll come with you." Closer inspection of his voice revealed a slight accent, one close to what humans called "Australian." Suddenly, two mechs came running in. One was yellow and blue, while the other was black and yellow.(3)

"Decepticon signal flying overhead!" the blue and yellow one shouted. The two mechs nodded and ran towards the launch bay.

And back to Poison Ivy….

Transforming to my bi-pedal mode, my mask slowly pulled away and my visor also pulled back. Still using my thrusters, I continue forwards and land. My servo slowly reaches up to my face. I trace a long scar that started above my left optic, went around (outside wise), went under my nose and stopped below my lips. Smaller scars branched off of the main one, making it look rugged. It was one of the two reasons why I had both a visor and mask. My optics trailed down to the ground. A sudden noise makes me flinch. My mask and visor go back to their respected places and I spin around. Two human planes were flying towards me. An A-10 Warthog fighter jet and An-225 Cossack Transport Plane were flying close enough to each other to raise suspicion from me. My scanner suddenly started to go off.

/Autobots are in the area./

"Slag" I growl to myself. The fighter jet transformed first, followed by the Cossack. They both landed next to each other.

"You're the Decepticon?" The jet questioned. I slowly nodded. My optics winded as I actually look at the green and white Cossack.

Is this Jetfire, the one Thundercracker also has bitter comments about?

I chuckle a little at the though.

Wait, you're meeting an Autobot?

I flinch, surprised.

Whoops. Hi Thundercracker…

What do you mean whoops? You're meeting the Autobots? I'm coming to get you!

I groan softly and actually face-palm. The fighter jet looks a little confused.

"Who are you?" Jetfire asks. His accent surprises me a little but I shake it off.

"I'm Poison Ivy of the Decepticon army."

Do not fight them.

Why would I?

I'm just saying.

"Little brother's suck" I growl to myself.

"Little brother?" I hear the fighter jet question. I look up and smirk under my mask.

"I got a little brother who's over protective. Both of you know him" I say both out loud and in my head.

Hey!

I snicker, making them both confused. My arms cross, I finally decide to get the thought that was nagging me off my mind (other than Thundercracker, of course).

"Why were you chasing me?"

They both look at each other, then back at me. The one who speaks was Jetfire this time.

"You activated our sensors." My thrusters accidentally start to heat up. A sudden rush of emotions rush over me but I try to ignore it. The fighter jet suddenly jumps from the side and tackles me. A small squeak of surprise escapes my mouth.

"We're not going to hurt ya, Optimus just wants to talk" Jetfire says, stepping towards us. I was on my stomach with the jet on my back with my hands.

"No, I'm fine" I growl.

Thundercracker! I shriek into our bond.

What?

I'm being kidnapped by the two Autobots! Help me!

I'm coming!

The jet started to pull me up. As soon as I was on my pedes, I whipped around and ran about two steps. Aftermath was slamming right into Jetfire. He didn't even move. But instead, I staggered back. Aftermath to that? Another slam into the other mech. I let out a hiss of pain as my wings collide with his chest. Luckily, he was a little surprised and staggered a little bit, giving me a chance to jump to the side.

"Cyber-key power!" I say loud enough for them both to hear. The Cyber-key comes down and connects with me, leaving me feel more energized. Two knifes extend out of my wrist. I grab the knife from left. Both were black with light green and turquoise tips. I twirl it on my fingers for a few seconds and flick my wrist, sending it towards Jetfire. Instead of hitting him dead on, the knife shifts upwards halfway towards him and nicks him in the chest. The knife comes back and I catch it. It starts to morph and it ends up disappearing into my wrist. The other knife also gets flicked towards a now standing Wingsaber (I had just decided to remember what his name was), having the same effect on him as Jetfire. Instead of leaving them in pain, it left them in shock. I smirk, but it fades as Jetfire decides to call on his Cyber-key.

"Turbine winds!" The winds sent me flying about 10 feet, making me fall to one knee. The wind had kicked up a large branch which had connected with the left side of my helm. I glance up hearing them walking towards me. I force myself to my pedes but I start to sway.

"Stay…stay away from me" I say softly, touching my helm.

"We weren't going to hurt you. Then you decided to run and hurt us" Wingsaber says. I roll my optics, not that they could see them.

"And what? It hurts? You poor sparklings. Next time I'll aim for your helm" I hiss. The pain in my helm starts to dim.

Where the frag are you Thundercracker?

Nothing.

Pain, anger and fear all mix into one thought.

And to think, I was hatched an Autobot.

I growl as Jetfire tries to advance one me. Trying to step back, a tree blocks my way.

"Slag" I say softly. They both start to advance on me and I do the only thing possible. I start to scream for my younger brother.

"Thundercracker! Thundercracker! Thunder-"I get cut of as my Jetfire presses a digit to the side of my helm and my battle mask draws back. His hand claps down on my lips, muffling any sound.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you anymore." He then pulls me away from the tree and twists me around. While Wingsaber walks away to comm. someone, Jetfire pulls me to his chest, keeping his hand on my mouth and his arm snaking around my waist. Can you say surprised? A small whimper emits from my vocalizer.

Oh Fleetwing, save me.

"You're going to be fine Poison." Oh so he's trying to soothe me. Nice try buddy. I was already panicking, and my comm. wasn't working.

Primus hates me.

"You're going to be fine" he tries to soothe. His arm around my waist loosens. He then moves it to my wing and softly puts him hand on it. A small sound of surprise makes him softly chuckle.

Um, doesn't he know that the most sensitive—oh.

A shiver runs through my body as he gently touches it.

"Calm down. You'll be fine" he whispers into my right audio-receptor. He began to trace the designs on my wings. I feel a little uncomfortable by the action and I draw in a sharp breath. He stops and wraps his arm around my waist again.

"Sorry" he murmurs." Trying not to draw his attention, I slowly wiggle my arm out of his grasp. But of course, he noticed and let go of my waist, now grabbing my hands behind my back. I growl and attempt to bite his digits which were still wrapped around my mouth.

"Quite feisty, 'eh?" Wingsaber comes back.

"Vector Prime is using his portal thing(4). I'll come in a few minutes."

I growled under my breath as Jetfire and Wingsaber pushed me through a green portal. They let me go first. My mask had slipped back on my face as soon as Jetfire had let me go.

"Primus" I mutter. We had, literally, stepped out of thin air and into the Autobots control room. Five mechs turned as we stepped down. Knowing only three of the mechs names, I glance back and forth.

"Who are you?" I recognize the voice as the one and only Optimus Prime. All that met him was silence. A younger mech, Hotshot, growls.

"You'd better answer him, Decepticon." I glare.

"Why should I give you the pleasure of knowing my- "I suddenly stop as Thundercracker says something on the bond.

Speak to Fleetwing.

My helm tilts a little and decides to try out me and Fleetwing's bond.

Fleetwing?

A flood of emotions washes over me. Sadness, pain and most of all, forgiveness.

Poison, I'm sorry.

What's happening?

I'm going offline.

My chassis freezes and my breath hitches.

A stray shot from Megatron and Optimus' fight hit me while I was trying to protect Brimstone on Jungleplantet. They're making me a new body but I probably won't remember anything. Make me remember, Poison.

You can't leave me Fleetwing. You can't leave us!

I know. I'm sorry. You make me remember Poison. You make me. Good-bye

His goodbye was soft. Knowing he was gone, I lower my helm in sadness.

"Goodbye" was my soft reply. Only three out of the seven mechs heard.

"Well?" Hotshot growls.

My helm whipped around and I glared.

"Why should I give my destination to the mech who just offlined my brother?" I snarl. My body turns towards Optimus.

"You killed him. You and Megatron will pay for this war, this war that have given sorrow and suffering to all." Optimus seems a bit confused and saddened.

"I'm sorry for you're lost, but I assure you, it wasn't my fault." I sneer, even if they couldn't see any of my emotions.

"Your shot missed your mark. My brother jumped in front of Brimstone. It hit him close to the spark chamber. My brother was an honorable mech, unlike Megatron. He died a slow death." Optimus' face falls.

"What was his name?"

Finally deciding to give in, I answer.

"My name is Poison Ivy; my brothers were Fleetwing and are Thundercracker." All of the mechs seem to stiffen in shock.

"Fleetwing? Thundercracker?" the older looking mech says.

"You're an assassin" Hotshot quickly realizes.

"They taught me to make death quick. No one deserves a slow death. But such things happen now" my calm filled voice sounds unusual in our conversation. My mech creator, Fleetingstar, had also been killed like his son. Fleetingstar had been killed slowly. There hadn't been enough materials and enough time.

"You're probably wondering why you're here" Optimus suddenly states.

"I won't defect the Decepticons."

"We need information" a mech with 'copter blades on his back, says.

Give them clues. Not enough to kill your brother

A soft voice echoes inside my helm. Most Decepticons had red optics. I had a visor for more than one reason. I was sparked an Autobot. Fleetwing had also been sparked an Autobot; unlike Thundercracker, who had been sparked a Decepticon. My Autobot programming would try and help out every once and a while. Either risk getting my younger brother killed or having to deal with annoyed Autobots. Rather deal with the latter.

"How about NO?" Wingsaber and Hotshot growl in unison. I was getting a vibe that these two weren't very patient. A smirk appears under my mask. The black and yellow mech finally speaks up.

"You'll probably stay here for a few solar cycles, then." His voice sounded close to a human Czech.

"Why do all the Autobots get the cool accents" I groan softly. He must have heard me because he smiles.

"We are, how you say, gifted. I'm Crosswise." Seeing Crosswise as a friendlier mech, I send him my invisible smile. Maybe staying here wasn't going to be too bad. Hotshot suddenly snorts.

"Are you trying to be friends with her Crosswise?"

"Hotshot, stand down" Optimus interrupts. Hotshot glares at me and storms out of the room.

"Very brash and impatient" I say coldly. Vector Prime and the 'copter turn towards me.

"Hotshot thinks of Decepticons as evil and merciless." Finally taking in what he looked like, my optics winded. An ancient 'bot. So this was the old mech Thundercracker also mocked in battles. Noticing I had no statiss cuffs on, I place my servo on my hip.

"I apologize for my little brother's actions. He is the punching bag of the Decepticon army so he has a lot of stress." The 'Copter 'bot finally decides to introduce himself.

"Name's Evac. Why haven't we seen you on the battlefield before?" A small sigh escapes.

"Megatron likes having his assassins in top condition. This means no fighting; only training. Only when I was needed, was when I was called in to kill."

Crosswise and Evac's optics winded. I turn towards Optimus, idea's sprouting in my processor.

"Am I a prisoner or a guest?" My optics flicker towards the doorway. It was my only exit. All I had to do is knock either Crosswise or Vector Prime over and I was home free. I smirk and my optics narrow.

"You should have treated me like a prisoner" I hiss and lunges at Crosswise, barreling him over. My pace turns into a sprint as I go towards the door. It opens and I continue to run. Startled shouts and running pede-steps just make me go faster. Deciding to hide, I whip my helm around for a nano-second, catching sight of Crosswise and Jetfire running. Crosswise seemed a little pissed. Suddenly the storage room came into view. Pushing myself further, I race in and hide behind some large crates. My visor slips off. It would usually tint my vision. My mask slips off also, but no reason behind that. Jetfire and Crosswise race in. My intakes quiet. They glance over at my hiding spot and start striding towards me. I start going into panic mode as Crosswise stops and walks back over to the door, only Jetfire coming towards me. I stand and try to run but I get slammed into a wall. Jetfire had pinned me. My denta were bared.

"Let me go!"

"No" he says ever so softly. Since my arms were pinned, I attempt to knee him but he just moves closer. I almost helm-butt him but he moves his helm to the side.

"Maybe you should stop fighting?"

I growl. I hated being this close to a mech, a handsome one at that. Only once had I fallen in love, and he had broken my spark. But this mech seemed weirdly different. Yet smugness seemed to radiate off of him because of his 'catch.'

"This is a routine?" my growl was sarcastic.

"Yes it is."

Just hearing his voice, I knew he was smirking. My mask seemed to be jammed. Damn it.

"Little problem?" he asked innocently. He kept moving closer, inch by inch.

"Are you flirting with me?"(5) Shock was evident in my voice. Both fear and uneasiness erupts in the pit of my tank. What has I gotten myself into?

(1):Poison Ivy is in Duskstrike and Retro's Trine. Duskstrike is a femme and Retro is a mech.

(2): You ever notice how freaking small Ransack is?

(3): The yellow and blue one is Scattershot and the black and yellow one is Crosswise.

(4):What is it called?

(5):Why yes, Poison, he is flirting with you. I decided to show Jetfire as the sexy mech he is. :D

Thank you!

Poison: Wait! Are you going to just keep me like this?

Me: Yup! Bye! *Walks away from Jetfire pinning Poison Ivy to the wall, while snickering*

Jetfire just looks confused as he watches me.

Jetfire: WTP?(What the Pit)