Wreck-Gar and Blackarachnia. My two favorite Transformers from this series. Sometimes producers and directors ruin characters that were better left untouched and unchanged from older series, and sometimes they improve them beyond a whole 'nother level. I have seen the Wreck-Gar from G1 and the Blackarachnia from Beast Wars and I think they have been improved. I love 'em! So… this popped into my head one day.

Chapter 1: The Spider and the Trash Heap meet

The autumn night was dark and frigid as the forests near Detroit were still and silent. Well, almost silent. A familiar femme bot trudged her way through the leaf-lain forest floor as she mumbled incoherent curses to herself. The black and purple arachnid rested her left hand on a tree as she came to a large cliff at the edge of the woods which had an overview of the entire city.

After escaping Dinobot Island after that Meltdown's little betrayal, and against her better judgment, leaving the antidote for her venom, she managed to get off the slagging rock and wash ashore. Afterwards she was able to return to this area, waiting and planning.

She knew that the only thing that could possibly turn her back to normal now was the power of the Allspark… or a fragment of its power. And seeing that fragments of the all-powerful artifact were now scattered throughout this state, all she had to do was wait for one to reveal itself.

Thinking of a way to turn herself back to normal reminded herself of her disgusting techno-organic body… and a few unpleasant memories with giant spiders…

Blackarachnia brought her hand down swiftly against the tree she had been leaning on, leaving nasty claw marks in the bark. She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked over the city.

This pathetic little city, home to such insignificant organic scum, and yet this place had become her own personal Pit, time and time again.

All because of a crew of maintenance bots, and a fleshy with a fancy key… it was kind of funny when she thought about it…

The arachnid didn't think what she wanted was a lot… she just wanted to be normal again.

"Is that so wrong… after Optimus and that fool Sentinel ABANDONED ME?! IS IT?!" she nearly screamed.

She tried to calm down a bit and seated herself on the ledge overlooking the city, but she could feel the heaviness that was beginning to build up in her spark and the soft choking sounds beginning to emit from her vocal processor. Laying her head down in her hands the deadly female bot began to sob.

She tried to squash the feelings down, but she couldn't stop the croaks of sadness that were continuing to emit from her throat. She raised her head slightly, her optics cloudy and a dimmer red than usual. She looked over the primitive city below her and it made her feel slightly better. Even if she was loath to admit it, the lights did look pretty.

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Unbeknownst to the spider femme Decepticon, an unfamiliar face was also wandering through the woods. A rather unique junkbot.

He had finally lodged himself from his resting place from the bottom of the river not even a few cycles ago, and was now looking for his friend, the old red and white Autobot that yelled a lot. The one person who helped him discover ho he was. A hero.

He looked to and fro but he couldn't find him. He couldn't even find his way back to the city.

"Oh… how can I thank my friend for helping me if I can't even find him?" asked the dismayed junkbot.

He kicked a nearby snowdrift in frustration, only to find it was a snow-covered rock. He yelped in pain and grabbed his foot in a hope to stop the throbbing.

"Uh… what's the term I heard the Autobot's use? Slag? Yeah, that's it! Slag…"

As he continued walking he heard a soft noise that was unfamiliar to him, he turned his head and began to head in the direction it emitted from out of curiosity.

He walked past a clearing of trees and found a large cliff…. Overlooking the city! He had found a way out, but that wasn't the thing on his mind right now.

Right now he was more concerned with the smaller bot that he had never seen before who was making the strange noises. Searching his databanks he found that the strange noise was called 'sobbing', a term associated with 'crying' which was something someone did when they were extremely sad.

Not knowing exactly what sobbing nor crying was, the walking garbage truck knew that if this lone female was sad, as a hero he had to do something.

"Excuse me miss, do you need assistance?" he asked innocently, and somewhat heroically.

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Blackarachnia leaped up and turned around sharply as she came face to face with literally the strangest bot she had ever seen.

He was yellow, orange and black in color, with innocent blue optics and a very goofy smile plastered on his white face. In all honesty, he looked like a walking trash receptacle!

Her four optic sensors flashed dangerously as she recognized the all too familiar symbol of an Autobot on his chest.

The black widow bent into a fighting position and stared at the strange bot before her with narrowed optics and barred fangs, and was slightly surprised when the threatening visage didn't even faze him. He just stood there, with that goofy smile on his pale face.

"Who are you?" asked Blackarachnia while straitening her posture, but still with her claws at the ready.

"I am Wreck-Gar! I am a hero!"

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