Warning Spoilers!

I saw Transformers 4! I have conflicted feelings about it... seeing as some 'Bots... *starts sobbing* and this story will take place after it. It's also conflicted feelings about the other movies too.

The only thing different is that all the characters will have lived! What if in the next Transformer movie... all of the Autobots are bought to life? My heart will no longer be broke

You can say that this is a bit AU where Optimus doesn't go into space right away, and prefers to wait a couple months before going out into space.

This is following T4 therefor will contain the new character, Stinger. I am making him into a femme, and I have no idea why they didn't already do that in the movie.

So, they have Megatron reborn into Galvatron? I guess so. For the purposes of this story, this will stay. Even though I very much prefer Megatron. Sorry.

So enjoy my first Transformers fanfic.

Servos- Hands

Digits- Fingers

Orns- 13 minutes

It was a mess. Stinger couldn't believe it... couldn't believe the outcome. There were so many Decepticons (or what Lord Galvatron called them) and they had still lost. The battle was made in THEIR favor, and yet here she was, one of the only that survived.

Her programming had made her into a full-fledged Auto-bot hating, Decepticon. Unfortunately, Stinger could not find the leader that did so.

After her vicious fight with... him... Stinger was left in an almost stasis.

HE... had done a very wonderful job of ripping her apart. Too bad for him, she could always compose herself back together. Even if it was almost impossible.

As soon as she had come online, Stinger could only look at the destruction left behind.

She was in terrible conditions, even if her life form was supposed to be powerful. Then again, her frame had been ripped apart.

Wires stuck all over the place, and her joints weakened as more time passed. Her armor was loose and broken, exposing part of her proto-form.

Stinger had no choice but to leave before she got caught. (Or before the humans disposed of her just like all of the dead Transformers.) Stinger could only go in the direction where her leader, Galvatron had gone. But that was it.

She was forced to follow. Stinger knew her fate. She wouldn't stand a chance in her condition, and she would eventually offline. She might as well TRY. It was better than knowing she would die in the filthy human hands.

They might have been her creators, but she would have been a slave doing their dirty work if it weren't for Galvatron. That's all the humans wanted. A lifeless slave.

It might of also been because of Galvatron that Stinger hated humans. It was his influence that informed her.

But Stinger never saw him after he fled. After days with no energon, and wandering uselessly, Stinger felt that, the time was near... for her to completely let go.

Stinger was an only Deception. She knew that there were more, but they all retreated, probably with Galvatron. Primus know where.

So, that's all she was; a Decepticon. She could be nothing else. Even then, Stinger was an artificial one. She didn't have real creators of the same species. The only thing Stinger had that was close to it, was somewhat of a half spark and a soul, unlike what the Autobots thought.

Galvatron had filled all them in with knowledge and who or what the Autobots were. He programmed all of them. Galvatron made sure to have her hate the "Bots."

And she did.

Stinger hated the Autobots. They had killed everyone of them.

That stripped yellow inferior-no good-fragging-glitch-piece of slag-scrap metal almost did the same, if Stinger hadn't completely fought to stay online.

Stay Online for what reason? Currently, she was somewhere far in a dusty nowhere. She was too weak to even search her longitude and latitude in her systems, or what humans called "internet."

Stinger practically dragged herself, red blood-shot optics shuttering. She stuck to walking because her weakened state wouldn't even allow her to quickly move in particles and whoosh her way.

A once new and shiny Decepticon, now a pathetic weak and dusty no-bot Transformer.

Stinger's legs began to disobey her commands to keep moving. She suddenly fell to the ground, face-plates first.

Stinger landed with a large thud.

Her limbs were sprawled out, and her helm to the side. She patiently waited for her permanent Offline.

Then, Stinger did something that throughout her small journey, she had never done.

She screamed. It wasn't a cry for help, or of agony. Stinger felt that she had to to it; that it was something necessary. So, Stinger screamed her half-spark out... or until her vocal-processors gave out.

Then, her optics offlined.

Stinger began to feel again. She began to feel her clawed digits and servos.

Her optics slowly shuttered online. Her vision quickly fixed itself, making the images in front of her less blurry.

Stinger was not permanently-offline.

She was standing up, yet leaning on something at the same time. Stinger's optics shifted to take in her surroundings.

She noticed something... A transformer-A mech!

He was a large mech, armor a light green.

His back was facing her and she wasn't able to tell who he was, or what he was.

"What is your Designation?" Stinger demanded.

The mech quickly turned around, a... a metal object in his hand.

Stinger quickly tried to look it up, but found that her interior systems were not functioning... or obeying her commands.

That was before she saw the mech's blue optics.

He.

Was.

An.

Autobot.

Stinger's half-spark began to violently hammer in her spark-chamber.

There was a slight beeping emitting from a machine with wires extending and attached to her. The Autobot looked at the machine and back at her. He groaned and did something to the machine. The beeping was no longer heard.

Stinger began to thrash and thrust herself up. That was when she realized that she was restrained. Her arms, middle, and legs were tied to the surface behind her. Her door wings were sprawled out at an uncomfortable angle. She wasn't as bulky as mechs, but Stinger was strong. The strong armor around her and (previously) strong wires proved it. They're lasted this long.

Stinger tried to transport herself by particles and whoosh out of the restrains, but she couldn't complete the transformation to particles. Stinger could only begin before going back to her bipedal form.

"See those wires?" the Autobot asked.

Stinger glanced at the wires connected to her.

"Those wires have a certain energy, preventing you from transferring," he said.

"What have you done to me?!" Stinger asked, panic clearly in her voice.

"I only saved your life," the Autobot remarked, looking irritated.

Stinger continued to struggle. This Autobot HAD to be lying! Nobot just SAVES a Decepticon!

She began to scream and yell out.

"Release me! I will not die in the clutches of you Autobots! RELEASE ME!" Stinger yelled out.

The Autobot across from her, clenched the sides of his helm as she continued.

He was quickly losing his patience... if he had any at all.

"I should have restrained your mouth!" he exclaimed.

Stinger continued.

"Let me GO! I do not wish to stay here!" she yelled.

An entrance opened and to Stinger's shock and dismay, there were more Autobots. A large one, as she recognized at the leader riding the neck of the Dinobot, looked upon her.

Her eyes narrowed with contempt as Galvatron had spoken about the leader of the Autobots.

Optimus Prime. Galvatron also despised him with every system in his body. Which eventually made his army copy his hatred.

The large 'Bot neared her, looking tall, authority and pride screaming from him.

Although completely fearful, Stinger held her ground. She attempted to transform into her particle form, only to appear to be glitching.

Stinger looked straight at him, her blood-shot optics turning into a darker shade.

"I will NOT die because of you pathetic Autobots!" she growled.

Optimus narrowed his eyes and slowly walked her way, his steps making a louder thud the closer he got.

"Do you wish for us to leave you in such a weakened state, to offline elsewhere?" Optimus asked, hard tone evident.

Stinger visibly flinched back onto her surface. She broke optic-contact and turned away. Stinger was madly afraid of this Autobot. She had heard and seen what he could do. In all honestly, she did not want to end in such a horrid way.

"Yes! At least I will know that I did not succumb to you and your unspeakable Autobots or the disgusting humans!" she spat. Stinger continued to struggle and glitch.

"Didn't humans BUILD you?" A very large and think-armored Autobot asked behind Optimus.

He stood taller than her like most Mechs, and his black armor was decorated with scars.

"Humans built me to serve for them! To serve for a lower species! I only serve for Lord Galvatron!" Stinger exclaimed.

The Autobots slightly tensed at the name.

"Where is your leader?" Optimus asked. Stinger looked away for a moment.

"I'll never tell." she stated.

"You don't know where he is," the mech behind Optimus said. Stinger glared at the floor and began to struggle even harder.

"I don't have to answer to you!" she exclaimed.

"Calm yourself! I will have ask you to quiet you down or Ratchet will have to put you into stasis until you are capable of doing so," Optimus sternly said.

"I don't want to be here! Are you not listening to ME?!" she asked, anger still visible.

"We're trying to repair you, you ungrateful femme!" the green 'Bot yelled.

Stinger suddenly stopped and glared at them.

"I refuse your help. I'd prefer if you'd throw me out! I do not want your aid! A Decepticon does not need or want the assistance of you Autobots," she angrily spat.

"Well, you heard her. Lets kick her aft out," the black armored Autobot said. Optimus regarded him with stern optics before turning back to her.

"You're pride is only making you look foolish. You already know we will not harm you, so I will ask again that you calm down!" Optimus ordered.

Stinger recoiled back. She still looked at him with anger and pain.

"No I do not! I thought to have permanently offlined, only to wake up restrained by you Autobots! You have not given me reason to cease my struggles and put my guard down. I will not let you offline me!"

"If we wanted to, we would have already done that." the black-armored mech said.

"You seemed very fond of murdering all of my brethren out in the battlefield!" Stinger yelled beginning to struggle again.

"That's it! I'm going to put her into recharge! I can't take anymore of her screeching!" the green Autobot announced.

"I can put her into stasis myself!" The muscular Autobot threatened.

Optimus held up an arm to stop them.

"What is your designation?" Optimus asked her.

Stinger glitched a few more stood silent. She realized that she would not be giving anything away if she told her designation. After all, what would that reveal? Galvatron was who-knows-where unaware that she was online. He wasn't coming for her anytime soon.

"Stinger," she replied.

The three of the mech's in front of her seemed to exchange words, probably through COMM.

"We will not harm you in any way, Stinger. You have my word as an Autobot," Optimus promised.

"I despise Autobots, so taking your word as one means nothing to me," Stinger replied.

"We're not exactly jumping up with excitement about you either, femme," the huge mech remarked.

"Stop moving, femme! All my work will have been for nothing! You will only damage yourself more in your attempts!" the green mech scolded.

Stinger vented in irritation and continued struggling.

"Stinger, I order you to stop your struggles." Optimus commanded. Stinger looked away from him, not having the proper courage to look at the leader's optics.

"I am not a mere Autobot for you to command. I am a Decepticon, allegiance and loyalty to Lord Galvatron." Stinger rebelled.

She knew she was pushing it. These Autobots had not harmed her and even fixed her. Stinger couldn't help it. She still hated Autobots, regardless of what they did; good or bad. She fought against them, and now they expect her to trust them?

"I don't see your Lord right now. All I see are Autobots that took pity to help you," the green mech grumbled.

"Lord Galvatron gave me life. I am not as soulless as you may all think," Stinger said before Ratchet put her into recharge. She fell limp onto the surface.

Slowly her optics shuttered online. Blood-shot orbs glanced around the room.

Stinger saw the two mechs in front of her facing each other. She quickly offlined her optics, but kept her Audio-processors on.

"Ratchet, she's going to online soon," the resonant voice of Optimus spoke.

"I know, I know. None of us want to deal with her screaming again." a voice said. It sounded like the green mech, whose name was probably Ratchet.

"What are we going to do with her? We can't just leave her out with the humans. She'll either kill them, or try and find Megatron." Optimus said.

Who was 'Megatron?'

"Yeah, and who knows where 'Galvatron' is," Ratchet said.

Megatron... and Galvatron..? Did those names both belong to her Lord?

"I'm not sure what exactly she's capable of. I wasn't even expecting her to talk or understand. These readings show she does contain at least part of a spark." Ratchet explained.

"But Stinger is a Decepticon. Built for malevolence and bloodlust. It is in her programming."

"There's the option of permanently offlining her, while useful, it's also a waste. I have already spent my time fixing her up to complete repair. She is almost as she was before."

"Her programming is the same, though." Optimus stated. He let out a deep vent.

"Perhaps I can change that."

"Change...?"

"Yes, her programming."

"Change her programming? How?"

Stinger began to grow nervous.

"Seeing as she was made by humans, her programming must be easy to decipher. After all, Megatron did. The only problem is the substance she's made of. If I can get passed that, I can possibly reprogram her as an Autobot."

Stinger's optics suddenly onlined at the words. She thrashed forward, gaining the attention of the two Mechs.

"I WILL NOT let you turn me into an-an Autobot!" she yelled.

"And... she's awake." Ratchet muttered.

"I refuse to be a human-loving, protecting, goody, weak, inferior 'Bot." she spat.

"Stinger, we will have to restrain your lip-plates if you cannot contain yourself." Optimus threatened.

"I like being a Decepticon! If you change that, you might as well rip my spark out of my spark-chamber. Permanently offline me now, if you think I'd actually want to become... one of you." her voice spat with venom.

"Oh Primus..." Ratchet grumbled. He quickly walked to the side, and grabbed a metal piece. He stomped over her way, and slapped a metal piece on her lip-plates.

Stinger tried to open her lip-plates to begin talking again, only to find that she couldn't. They were stuck in a certain position that made her unable to produce words.

Only hums came out. Stinger attempted to talk again, only to see that her hums got louder.

She released a couple angry hums before glaring at the mech.

"Thank you, Ratchet," Optimus said.

"I think I would have gone mad if I didn't shut her up." he said.

Stinger growled and began kicking.

"We will not remove your lip-restrains until you can control yourself," Optimus said.

Blood-shot red optics glared at both of them. Stinger stopped kicking and began to slightly vent.

This was a sign for them to know that she would stop struggling... for now. She was powerless and Stinger hated it. She hated them even more.

"We don't know what to do with you, Stinger. Unfortunately we cannot release you." Optimus said.

Stinger narrowed her optics and slightly leaned forward.

"It would be to much of a hazard. Instead, we give you a chance to become one of us-"

Stinger began growling inaudible words behind her lip-restrains.

This made Optimus rub his helm with frustration. "Alright, lets make a deal," he said.

Ratchet shot him a look of alarm. Optimus gave him a reassuring look.

Stinger slightly stopped and bore her optics into him, slightly interested.

"If we can convince you to see things our way, you can be accepted as one of us, without getting reprogrammed. You are allowed to live among us peacefully, no attacking. You also won't have to help the human kind," Optimus said.

Stinger hummed as she thought. What he offered did sound promising, not that she would ever tell.

"If we do not, as soon as we locate Galvatron, we will release you to him." Optimus said.

Even though he spoke more in the first offer, Stinger liked the second one.

Stinger looked up at him, and softened her gaze into a more pensive one.

Would it really be in her dignity to accept living with... Autobots? No... she couldn't. Stinger would be showing weakness if she stayed! Stinger would have betrayed the Decepticon cause! She'd go soft and pathetic. That would be a blow into her pride as a Decepticon.

What are the Pros and Cons (Pun Intended) of living with them?

She would have a place where to replenish herself. She would have a place to sleep. She wouldn't permanently offline. She wouldn't have to (or what Optimus said) fight with anyone. She would be able to leave when Galvatron was located.

Stinger would never see things the Autobot's way. She had already seen so much from Galvatron's view. His actions seemed extremely justified. These Autobots weren't going to change that.

That seemed like a reasonable deal.

Stinger couldn't make herself accept just yet.

She would get smothered in this shelter while the other Decepticons possibly suffered! Stinger didn't believe that was fair. That would make her look like a weak Decepticon. Stinger would not accept that.

She would suffer just like the rest of them.

So, if she stayed... there had to be a reason.

If Stinger stayed...

...

...

She was in Autobot territory, wasn't she?

She would have full access to Autobot plans. She would see where they were located. Stinger would be able to intercept and collect as much data and information as she could and not get in trouble for being there. No spying or anything. Only sneaking around in a place she was allowed.

Neither Stinger or the other Decepticons would ever get such a chance.

Once Galvatron was found, she would bring him intel so they could finally win the war.

That was perfect. Now she would be able to see the Autobots die for every life they took from the other Decepticons.

This would be a success!

Stinger's stare landed on them. She made optic-contact with Optimus. She arrogantly smiled at him.

One couldn't see the smile because of her restraints blocking the view, but you could clearly see it in her optics.

Stinger nodded, seeing that it was that, or getting permanently offlined. She completely stopped struggling and looked more openly at them, relieving herself of her glare.

Optimus vented in relief.

"Alright, I am going to tell have you to behave. You cannot attack any Autobot while you are here. You do not have to like them or interact with them, but you will treat them with respect. Second of all, you will be escorted and be watched upon thoroughly since we cannot trust you." Optimus said.

Well... intercepting would be harder to do if she was being constantly watched. Stinger figured that the Autobots were a little smart and not stupid enough to let the enemy roam around alone.

Stinger nodded, seeing that this was something that this obstacle was something she had to go through.

"Now, Ratchet is the medic here. He will check up on you, so it is vital that you do not attempt harm on him or he will put you in stasis. If you promise to hold your glossa, he will remove your lip-restraints." Optimus said.

Stinger nodded again, feeling her anger dissolve almost completely. Her anger was gone, but her hatred was shown.

In all honesty, Stinger felt great. Besides the face that she was restrained, she could feel the joints now at their proper angle, and all the loose wires fixed to their functioning position. Her armor, no longer dusty, was now shiny and no longer dent and with no loose parts. Stinger's shine clearly showed along with her dark pink- almost red paint. She'd like to think it was red. Her silvery strong armor was now repaired. Stinger was satisfied with the Autobot's work.

"Are you sure I should take it off? It's nice, having it quiet with her in the same room," Ratchet said.

Stinger growled.

He chuckled and went over to snatch it off her.

She ran her glossa over her lip-plates. Stinger looked above.

"I will give you my word as leader of the Autobots. Will you give me your word as a Decepticon?" Optimus asked.

"I give you my word as a Decepticon." she stated.

Stinger would break her deal on any given chance. Optimus didn't expect to trust her to keep her word, did he? She was a slimy Decepticon, and she would offline every night peacefully knowing she had lied. Decepticons didn't feel regret. It was that simple.

"Good. Now, I'm going to need you to-" the medic was abruptly cut off.

"Who's in there? Come on, Ironhide! You said something about a new patient! You said it was a femme! I want to see her!" a young voice said, excitement in his tone.

"Wait Bumblebee! You can't-"

The door burst open, an excited Autobot running in. He was eager to meet the new Autobot that was joining them!

The door quickly closed on Ironhide.

As soon as Bumblebee saw who it was, he froze. His systems seemed incapable of responding to his commands. Bumblebee couldn't believe it. She... It was she! It was Stinger... the one programmed to be so much "better" than him!

An she was here! She was alive! He had done damage to her... but there she was. Still in one piece! No... this couldn't be happening.

Bright blue optics locked with Ruby red optics. It was like a blue sea clashing with hot red lava. Not good.

Stinger looked straight at this mech, emotionless.

It.

Was.

HIM!

Her very dark, almost maroon optics glared daggers at him. Stinger suddenly began to struggle to get her servos on him and STRANGLE HIM! She buckled against the power that held her down. Stinger's strength was now fueled by her seething anger.

Stinger wanted to rip him piece-by-piece into scrap metal.

"It's-It's YOU! You, Yellow-Striped inferior-no good-fragging-glitch-piece of slag-scrap metal!" she cursed loudly. Stinger had certainly learned her curses from Galvatron.

Stinger looked straight at the Mech who had almost demolished her.

"I knew it was a bad idea to remove the mouth restraints," Ratchet muttered.

Before anyone asks, yes Bumblebee can talk. His voice is fixed. Why? Because him talking though radio can get a bit tiring to write. Who ever can actually write that is amazing.

Second of all, this is a year after the movie. Stinger, although in her weakened state was able to make it that far because of her powerful life form. Don't ask me how.

Autobots are in hiding in a base they built. They plan to leave when they can have all Decepticons gathered to follow them and take the war in space. Yes, a bit AU bu bear with me people.

Stinger's particle form is when she transports in all those small cubes. I don't remember if Stinger had racing stripes in the movie, but I'm gonna say she didn't. If you all think she did, I'll change it.

When Megatron have her and other human made transformers life, he also transferred some thoughts and certain memories.

This is my first Transformers fanfic, please be nice. No flames please.