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Summary:

Set after Hurt. Bulkhead has become one with the Allspark, Miko is taking the passing hard, a new Cybertronian arrival has been appointed to become her new guardian, The new recruit seems to take well to her, but will he be able to pull her from her dark world? Will she be able to Forgive and forget? And just how far will this new recruit go to make Miko happy?

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, I do own my OC though!

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and now that that is done...

I present to you, chapter one!

A sigh, word weary and tired started her off. She glanced at her watch, it's glittery bang catching the artificial light and reflecting off of it's glass face. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and looked at the open book of chemistry on her bed.

Miko sighed again, rolling onto her back from her stomach. She was completely reverse, her feet on the pillows and her head at the foor of the bed. That didn't matter, though. She wasn't in her room to sleep. Sitting up, she picked up a heart shaped pillow and hugged it to her chest. It sparkled like everything else she owned, bright and flamboyant. She dragged her pink nails through it's thick fuzz.

She lifted a flap, nearly hidden in the red fuzz. She slid out a photograph, white side up. She knew she shouldn't keep it here in her room, where her host parents could find it, but she couldn't help it.

She looked deeply at the two figures in the picture, focosing on only one. A large, round, bulky bot in a foresty green. She bit her lip as the all too familiar sting of tears began to stab her eyes. She had promised herself weeks ago no more tears, but the wound was still fresh.

"Why'd you go?" she whispered, fondling the edges of the picture. "Why'd you leave me all alone?"

You still have Bloodlust. A little voice in the back of her head whispered back. While she did have him still, he could never replace Bulkhead.

Sighing and wiping away the single tear before it could fall, she slid the photo back and sealed the velcro flap. She tucked the pillow under her chest as she lay on her stomach, still on the foot of the bed.

"You owe me, fragger." she cursed, using the Cybertronian curses she heard frequently.

She had switched from Earth to Cybertronian profanities almost overnight. She now refused to curse in English or Japanese, as if in honor of the fallen hero. Her fallen hero.

It made her feel closer to him, as he would cuss often in his naitive tounge. Of course, it raised a few eyebrows in school and earned a few scoldings from those above twelve feet, but she didn't care. And neither did Bloodlust.

On one hand, Bloodlust never seemed to care weather or not she swore, on the other hand Bulkhead did, he would give her one of his looks, but she never cared to much, she always ignored him. Or laughed with a 'c'mon Bulk!' And he would sigh. Thinking back now, she wished he would of listened to him more, oh what she would give to hear that sigh... Just, one more time.

Sighing once again, she returned to her studies. Bulkhead wanted her in college, right? Well, she'd make him proud. She'd make it to fraggin' Harvard as an honor student, just to show him. What would she go for? Who knew. Once she earned her degree in whatever, she was signing up for the military.

She didn't care if women weren't allowed to be Rangers yet, she'd get Agent Fowler to back her up.

"Just you wait." she said to the pillow, scrunched up between her chest. "I'll show you."

Miko sighed as she flipped out her phone, vibrating in her back pocket and playing some short clip of some kind of shriek music. Snaping it open, a small envelope stated that she had received a text message. The restricted number pretty much told her who it was.

'Haven't seen you lately. Want to go dune bashing?'

Miko looked over at her book, still open to the same page she had been on twenty minutes ago. So far, she knew that gold equaled AU on the periodic table, and Silver...Well, she knew gold.

That chem would just have to wait.

'Sure Pick me up?'

'On my way now.'

Thx

Snapping her phone shut again, she turned towards the open window letting in a cool breeze. The pink, chiffon-like curtains picked up the small puffs of wind easily, and fluttered about.

Now, she could just use the door. Her host parents wouldn't care. But -hey- where was the fun in that? It was a simple task, popping off the bottom section of the screen and sliding her thin body under it. A thick, heavy tree branch streached perfectly beneath it, and it was almost robotic how well she could scramble down. She laughed silently at how ironic it was.

Walking silently up the street to the corner, stopping, and facing the left, she leaned against the stop sign. Her timing was perfect. No more then five minutes later, an obsidian black Aventador LP 700-4 splattered ,in a rather demonic way, with red, drove up.

She waited a minuet, taking in the looks of her new guardian, Bloodlust. The hood was covered with dark red paint, it looked as if he had purposely hit a pedestrian and allowed its blood to leak onto the hood.

Of course, the bloody hand print sticker in the corner of the windshield made him look even more demonic, and everyone wondered why she had gotten along with the new ex-wrecker so well.

She was still angry at Optimus and the others for replacing Bulkhead so quickly with their new arrival, but Bloodlust took such a strong liking to the girl that she had agreed, but still, not even this soft ex wrecker could replace Bulkhead to her; no one could.

"Ya' could have waited at your house." a voice said, lights flashing to annunciate better. Pried from her thoughts Miko just shrugged as she climbed into the passenger seat and strapped on her seat belt. "I know."

"Ya've been quiet, lately." the Aventador continued.

"What is there to say?" Miko responded, not enough emotion in her voice to show that she was her full self.

"Ya could just try talkin' 'bout it and whatnot." the black car continued to press.

"About what?" Miko nearly exploded. "Just what, Blood? That-that I miss him?"

There we go. "It would be a start." Bloodlust replied. "Miko, ya know that I'm alway there for ya, right?"

"You've said so before." Miko sighed. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly.

"Ya been studin' much again?" Bloodlust asked, venting as she nodded. "See, it's good yer gettin' inta yer studies an' all, but there's a thin line between a good amount an' jus' too far. See wha' I'm sayin'?"

Miko nodded a bit, still not speaking but content to listen to the thick almsot Southern drawl of the other. She growled irritably as her phone vibrated. She couldn't help but smirk at the barely surpressed, gasped laugh that came from the black and splattered red mech as her phone vibrated against his seat.

"Wuss." she teased the ex-wrecker, clicking the enter key to view her text.

"It tickles." his voice screamed 'pout'.

Miko growled a bit again, slapping her phone shut as if she had been electrocted by it.

"What is it?" Bloodlust asked, a bit of worry in his voice.

"This stupid creep keeps texting me." Miko said, dramaticly flopping in the seat, "Seth. I ignore him, but he texts again anyways. I don't speak to him at school, but he comes up anyways."

"Whoa, now." Blood exclaimed. "This kids confronted ya?"

"Eh, a bit." Miko stated. "I usually just brush him off, insult him in some way." she snorted. "One time...one time I kicked him in the nuts."

Blood snorted in pleased amusement. He stopped in mid-snort, though , and cleared his throat. "I shouldn't be encouragin' tha'."

"Aw, come on." Miko pleaded, seeming to warm up a bit once the town had melted away to sand banks.

"Well...did he deserve it?"

"Totally."

"More power to ya."

Miko patted the black dash in front of her with a now rare smile. "Oh, hey! There's a good dune that needs flattening."

Tires turned right without even decelerating. Miko felt the belt tighten around her as he increased speed, zipping past 60... 70... 80... creeping towards 90...pushing 110-no, past 100. The dune exploded before them, spraying up in a dusty, carmel brown. It seemed to defy gravity, climbing up the windshield and going in straight streams past the side mirrors.

Bloodlust skidded to a sliding stop, just barely keeping himself upright.

"That was awesome!" Miko cheered, her old self shining through for this point in time. "Don't stop now, there's millions out here!"

"Yes ma'am." Bloodlust politely said as he revved his engines and took off towards another dune or sand, who's fate was spelled out for it in Blood.