"CYBERTRONIAN"

"ENGLISH"

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, only own my OCs.

A/N: Thanks to the Anonymous reviewer who told me that something glitched and replaced the wrong stories first chapter. Sadly I now have to effing RE-WRITE it because I no longer have access to my first chapter. :( I really hope I don't screw it up. Please go easy on me, as I had to rewrite this whole thing from memory. I couldn't save it elsewhere as sadly, the program I have for this writing does not save here. :/ So very sorry everyone. I've made a slight change to AJ's name so it's no longer Allan Justin Hide, it's Andrew James Hide. :)

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CHAPTER 1

Ironhide had never felt so helpless as he did on that day. It was a tragedy, there was no avoiding this fact. Pure genocide and madness, all at the hands of Megatron to the surprise of no living Autobot to say the least. He'd heard of the grim sight of the tragic destruction of the entire Human Colonies, but he didn't dare go there himself. Ironhide couldn't bring himself to return to such a gorgeous sprawling city knowing that all of those poor, wholly innocent lives had been taken. Let alone knowing he'd see each of the dead bodies with his own optics, he refused to see them all dead. All several hundred thousand lives, destroyed, life taken from them. A group that hadn't even participated in the war in almost four hundred years, now all dead because of it.

It was tragic beyond words, for the sheer fact that he had friends there. Very few, in fact, it was only two or three fully grown adults. But it was still a horrific thought to think they were gone, and not just them, but their families as well. Ironhide shuttered his optics as he stood polishing his cannons calmly he looked around the room in which he often did his work. It was empty other then Brawn, Armorhide, and himself, the others had gone to help. Though there had been word that Optimus Prime, Warpath, and Prowl had returned with something salvaged from the wreckage, they were the only three volunteers to return thus far should it prove true.

"Ironhide, sir." Ironhide looked up from polishing his Gatling Cannon at a new voice, a young officer "Optimus Prime has asked to see you on the bridge immediately, sir. He tells me it is an urgent matter." He told him.

Ironhide only grunted and nodded at the young solider, standing to his feet. He set the things down, Brawn and Armorhide looked toward him with curt nods. Ironhide responded with no more then a curt nod of his own, knowing he could trust them with the rest of the polishing. The halls of Iacon City Stronghold were long and winding, and the Bridge stood near the front of it near the loading docks. So it was because of this that Ironhide witnessed the true effect the events of that morning had had. Autobots were all solemn-faced, sad, horrified, even those that were not even big on humans. Some who were prejudice towards them remained silent, as if a good friend had just died.

Ironhide took time to lay a comforting hand on the shoulder of one or two of them. Those that had lost good friends, adopted family members, and the like to this tragedy. He knew all too well that a few Cybertronian families had taken in humans before. Even if they all had, years ago, formed the colonies, they still had relatives in the Autobots. In the Autobot culture of course, even distant relatives as some might have been were close to their families, such was common knowledge. He felt nothing short of sympathy for those who had, worst of all, lost children, as he was well aware that some still adopted humans, as hard a process as it tended to be.

Optimus awaited him at the foot of the Bridge, his human holoform stood beside his robotic form. They all had human holoforms, on account of many needed to make supply runs to the human colonies, and it was easier to do so with a solid projection of a human to help. This time, however, Ironhide made note of the fact that he held something in his arms, a bundle, to be exact. Ironhide cocked an optic ridge at this, but didn't bother activate his own holoform unless he had to. Ironhide stepped forward slowly, his robotic form standing beside Optimus slowly.

"You wanted to see me, Optimus?" Ironhide questioned, his optics turned toward Optimus slowly, the mech turned his head a bit "I am very sorry for your friends lost, sir. I've heard none lived. No doubt, that includes... Elita's brother." Optimus nodded with a frown, and took a deep, labored breath "It's a tragedy there. Found a prisoner of war, returned safely, and murdered." Ironhide spoke solemnly.

Optimus yet again nodded, his optics full of sadness, well aware of the tragic loss. He could only imagine how Elita herself was feeling, he hadn't had the guts with which to approach Elita on the subject. Yet, that was not the matter that lied at hand, he noted, there was much more to speak of then of simply his lost brother-in-law. "Not all is lost Ironhide. But I thank you for your condolences, we both do." Optimus noted with a nod at Ironhide, who looked up at him "There was, a survivor Ironhide. And that survivor is the reason I have called you here today." Optimus then turned fully "Activate your holoform, Ironhide." He noted, Ironhide's stunned optics said it all, he didn't know how to react.

Ironhide's holoform appeared slowly, a tall stocky, broad shouldered man, a little older by the greying jet black hair, and electric blue eyes. But Optimus remained the older of the two, grey haired to it's fullest, seasoned blue eyes, bulky, and taller. Optimus smiled a bit, he moved the blankets from the bundle slightly, his smile widening. Ironhide's eyes widened and he slowly backed up, completely stunned at what he saw next. A seven month old baby laid in his leader's arms, a baby boy to be exact, emerald green bug eyes stared up at him through small streaks of light brown hair.

It was Fatherly love at first sight the moment he saw those bug eyes, those beautiful bug eyes. Ironhide had never thought he'd see a more beautiful creature then a sparkling, but the moment he set his eyes on the human infant, he was proven wrong. He'd always been told that human infants were some of the most adorable creatures in the universe, but until he saw one for himself, he had never believed it. "Primus almighty, he's beautiful." Ironhide whispered quietly, he reached a hand to stroke the infant's cheek, he was a softie when it came to kids, no one could argue that "Hello little one." He said quietly.

"He's yours, if you so wish." Ironhide looked at Optimus in surprise, Optimus was careful in setting the boy in Ironhide's arms, his weapon's specialist carefully holding him "He is the last of his kind, Ironhide. We cannot take him to an orphanage. And I am aware, you and Chromia were looking into yet another child. When Warpath found the little one in the rubble, being nearly abducted by a Decepticon drone, I knew only one mech I could truly trust with such a duty." Ironhide looked upon the infant slowly, smiling a bit as he reached out and tugged at him, Ironhide looked at Optimus with a great deal of surprise "I would take him, but life as a Supreme Commander's son, would only serve to put him in more danger then he needs to be." He told him quietly.

Ironhide looked down upon the infant for a moment. Considering saying no for a moment, if only because Chromia was currently out of the city. But he knew Chromia would kill him the moment he told her he'd turned away an orphan, the last of a whole species, an innocent baby. Ironhide looked at Optimus, then at the little creature in his arms, Optimus knew his answer within moments, but Ironhide still replied. "I think I'll call him Andrew, if he doesn't already have a name." Ironhide looked up at Optimus, who shook his head to say he didn't "Andrew James Hide, the middle, in name of my good human friend, lost today. Andrew, because if he's gonna be in my family, he needs a good name. Something tough, and it means 'warrior'." He then mused silently for a few moments "AJ for short." He stated.

Optimus smiled, he had known going to Ironhide with the boy had been the right thing to do. Ironhide would never turn away a child, no matter their species or age, if they needed a home, he'd provide it. He was in fact sure that, if they could, he and Chromia very well might have adopted the entire local orphanage given the chance. Andrew James, Optimus smiled, it was a good name for a human, Andrew James Hide.

"Thank you Ironhide, you are doing the humans that fell today a great honor by taking young AJ." He noted, knowing Ironhide was aware of it but still saying it "I will send the necessary supplies to your quarters. Crib, blankets, milk, bottles, diapers, if anything else is needed when it is sent, inform me. But we should have what you need in storage." Ironhide gave a small nod and smile "The crib I believe is there already, so you may bring him to his new home." He told him very calmly, allowing Ironhide to shift the boy, who was slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

Ironhide nodded his head, with a 'Thank You', shifted the boy a little and both forms took their leave. Ironhide hoped he knew what he was getting himself into, what he had gotten both Chromia and himself into. He hoped, even thought it was silently, that such a task would be easier then he suspected, but something told him, he'd have no such luck. Taking a deep, even breath, he smiled down at his new son carefully. In his processor, no matter how hard it would be, he found that he believed that AJ was there for a reason. Whatever it was, he didn't know, but something told him he was supposed to make his way to him.

"Welcome home, young one." He whispered to the sleeping boy.

He had no idea what the next years of his life with this last remaining human would bring. But something told him, it would be nothing short of a strange, and new experience for the both of them.