Title: Did I Make The Right Choice?
By: Moonlit Sea
Summary: Silverlight is back where she belongs, but after years of being a Decepticon can she handle being an Autobot? (Sequel to Prime's Little Secret)
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of the characters. However, any unknown characters are of my own creation.
A/N: sorry if Mirage's character is a little off in this story.
Chapter One
It had been a year since Silverlight returned to the Autobots. She had suffered much misery being that many still thought she was working for the Decepticons, despite the Autobot Insignia now prominently displayed on her doorwings. Although Ratchet had managed to fix most of what Megatron had done to her as a youngling it still did not help with the memories…or slight hatred for Optimus Prime, despite the fact that he was her father. She remembered crying out for him, begging him to save her. He never moved, not even when she held out her arms to him. No, he just stood and watched as she was taken from her home.
Silverlight's hands clenched the edges of the berth as the memories started replaying.
There came a knock at the door bringing the femme out of her thoughts, "Come in, Hot Rod." She said with a slight chuckle.
"How'd you know it was me?" the mech asked as he walked in.
She smiled, "There are only two mechs that visit me in my quarters. You and Prime." She could never get used to calling them 'brother' or 'dad', no matter how much Hot Rod insisted upon it.
"But…"
"And Prime's visits are rare." She continued.
Hot Rod gave her a small sad smile. "Well he is our leader." He reminded.
The racing truck sighed and looked at the floor, "Yeah."
Hot Rod decided to change the subject upon seeing how low she looked. "You know you shouldn't keep yourself locked up in your quarters like this. You'll never prove to them you've changed otherwise."
Silverlight looked up at him in surprise, "Prove to who?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He said sitting next to her.
She folded her arms and looked away from him crossly. "Hm. I don't need to prove myself to anyone. I don't care what they think."
"Then why aren't you in the rec room talking and laughing with everyone else." He countered.
"I happen to like my quarters." Giving him an annoyed look.
Hot Rod couldn't help but chuckle. He had had his memories of her unblocked and knew she wasn't the 'quiet' type.
