A/N: As many people know by now, I like to use Pixel as an OC in many of my stories. This Pixel is not tied to any story but maintains personality.

Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 1

The relief the Avenger crew felt when they saw Earth was spark lifting for the already moral dampened bots. It had been years since they left Cybertron in the hopes of finding a better home. Fortunately, they had gotten the message about Earth being a safe haven for lost Autobots. Pixel, the youngest member of the crew, was ecstatic. She was only a sparkling when her late parents had begged the captain to take her on and give her a home before their planet went dark. The Avenger had been her only home, until now. Now they had a safe place. Unfortunately, they never got the message about the Decepticons.

Landing was easy since the world was made of soft, organic matter and very unlike the metal surface of Cybertron. The captain of the ship, only called by Captain, was vigilant as he made sure the crew disembarked. Even if this place was called a safe haven, he still had his doubts. Silently, he counted in his processor and realized all but one had made their way off the ship. Thinking hard for the answer, it hit him.

"Pixel! Get your aft out her-!" but he was cut off by a tiny figure crashing into him. Anger flamed his spark until he caught the young femme's smiling face.

"Sorry! I was trying to get cleaned up before I went out! I guess I lost track of time... Sorry, Captain..." she whispered as his glare met her optics.

"You should know better, Pixel. This isn't a time for goofing around." he chided harshly, grasping her chin to look her in the face. Years on the ship had done her wonders away from the war. She wore no bulky armor that was a staple for other fembots and her tiny chassis remained unmarked from physical contact. The femme was a shining example of what bots looked like during the Golden Age of Cybertron. Though she never knew those times. Even in his anger, the old mech couldn't help but feel a flame of pride in his spark to see her mature so well.

"Yes, sir..." she replied meekly, optics trying not to meet his again. Captain sighed as he released her and lead her to the outside. Both bots covered their optics as the harsh light blinded them. Their optics dimmed until they adjusted to the light. Pixel was absolutely amazed at the sights that met her. Never in her young life had she seen anything like it!

"Amazing, isn't it?" Captain grunted, resting a large servo on her shoulder. Pixel smiled up at him and nodded in agreement. Amazing was an understatement.

"Okay! No one wander from this spot until we get our bearings, alright?" Captain boomed to the loud group chatting among themselves. They quieted down when they heard Captain's voice. If Pixel couldn't get away with disobeying, then no one could. The group was made up of about 15 mechs, the only femme happened to be Pixel since most femmes had been killed off by the time of their departure. Luckily, all the mechs were respectable Autobots that had never dared laid a servo on her. Captain had made sure of it.

"First things first, we need to find food since shelter is already taken care of. I want groups of five to split up and look for energon, I'll scout the area, and Pixel will stay here. Understood?" Captain asked sternly. Everyone was agreed except a hurt looking Pixel.

"Why do I have to stay behind? I want to look around too..." she said with helm hanging.

"We need to make sure everything is safe first. Once everything is settled, we will take a look around together." Captain grunted, walking away from the group. Slowly, each group left until only Pixel remained. Captain's promise soothed the eager femmling. She wasn't the type to talk back to the older mech but her excitement had got the best of her. Her sheltered life had consisted of a ship and that was all. Who could blame her for wanting to explore?

Hours went by and there had been no sign of the others approach. Pixel was concerned but brushed it off as they would be back soon. Why should she be worried? The great Optimus Prime said this place would be safe for them. Maybe that was it! They ran into Optimus. That must be it.

Somewhere close, she could hear a noise.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Captain's voice rang out, but it sounded a bit odd.

"Captain? Are you back?" she inquired happily. Okay, maybe she had been a little worried.

"We will take a look around together." Captain said, but she still couldn't see him though she could've swore that she heard rustling coming from the area in front of her.

Captain was not known for jokes or kidding around for that matter and his orders were law on the ship. So it only made sense to her to follow the sound of his voice.

"Did you find anything interesting, sir?" she asked, making her way towards the voice. Yet no response came. He must not be in a good mood, she thought worriedly to herself as she quickened her pace.

A sharp cry escaped her as she felt something wrap suddenly around her legs. She thrashed as she felt it snake up her chassis and wrapped around her arms and chest. Her squirming was put to a stop as the cord tightened viciously. The screaming was put to a stop as the cord wrapped itself around her helm, covering her mouth.

The cords, or probes if you will, belonged to an infamous mech but who's name was lost to the little Pixel. She flinched as he approached the restrained femmling. Her optics squeezed shut as she felt his talon slide down the side of her face. It was sickeningly gentle and filled with mock care.

"We will take a look around together." Captain's voice said once more, but this time it was coming from this mech. Slowly, the probes unwrapped her leg but kept the rest of her restrained. An ungentle servo gave her a push. Obviously, Soundwave wanted her to walk in the direction he was pushing her.

Megatron glanced uncaringly at the Autobot mechs before him. It had not been hard to see the bots arrival. The stupid mechs had been foolish enough to not activate the cloaking device. Perhaps they had been trying to be seen. Either way, a fatal mistake for the mechs. In Megatron's optics, a stupid mech deserved nothing less than death. Easily proven by the fact that he left Breakdown for dead with the humans. It had even been easier to pick them off one by one until he had them all in one spot, restrained of course.

"Thought I had seen the last of your sorry aft, Megatron. Suppose I guessed wrong, huh?" Captain spat, his face was quite beaten but that did not stop his hateful glare.

"Like I care, Autobot." Megatron growled, turning his back to the older mech. The bot wasn't worth his time.

"Keep your mouth shut, old mech." Airachnid hissed, sending a sharp slap to his face plating. Captain growled as the acid bit into his face. But he wouldn't let them see him squirm. Megatron surveyed the group. He had no use for any of them. All of them were no name bots that would not get him any leverage in this war. The older mech might but he would be trouble in the near future and would not stand up against a prolonged beating, especially from Megatron. But then something caught his optic. Soundwave bringing back the last of the group.

Megatron was pleasantly surprised to see this one was female. A young female at that. But his face remained stoic as he pointed to where he wanted Soundwave to put her. Lucky for her, it was next to Captain. As soon as the cords were unwrapped, Pixel clung tightly to the restrained older mech, tears streaking her pretty features.

"I-I'm sorry, Captain! H-He..had your voice..." she whimpered, nuzzling him desperately. Captain shushed her as he used his helm to gently coax her. He could've killed himself for leaving her alone before they were sure everything was safe. But he hadn't been expecting a whole Decepticon fleet at their doorstep. Pixel was torn away from him as a drone pulled her servos behind her back, restrained her, and threw her on her knees next to her beloved leader. Pixel's optics fleeted everywhere until they landed on Megatron. She was taken back by his size as she stared dumbstruck at him. It took her a second to realize that he was staring right back at her. Megatron held her gaze, daring the femmling to tear away from his optics.

Luckily for her, the drones were lining them all up in one line and one drone moved her away to her spot in line. Captain glared at Megatron as the Decepticon leader walked until he stood before them. Pixel barely noticed the fact that each of her comrades, including herself, had a drone standing behind them. She watched curiously as Megatron looked sternly at the first mech in line and gave a slight nod of the head.

Pixel's spark leapt to her throat as she heard a gun fire and a heavy chassis hit the ground. Her helm whipped to see what happened, but a drone's servo kept her helm firmly at the front. Her chest rose and fell rapidly at the horror she felt. D-Did he just...order the drone to shoot one of her friends in the helm...? Her optics cut to the side enough to see Captain's helm slump in grief, tears falling from his optics. Pixel's optics went wide as she saw him. She had never in her short life seen her commander cry like this. Her shoulders shook violently as terror, grief, horror, and disgust clenched her spark and a sob escaped her throat.

Fifteen times, fifteen times she heard the shot ring out and bodies slap the ground. Each time, the line grew shorter until Megatron's optics fell on the grief-taken femmling. His face was stoic as he examined her. Pixel felt like she could hear the cogs turning in the evil mech's helm. Her optics stared into his as she felt her life come to an end. Then time froze...

Megatron gave the slightest shake of his head. Unsurprisingly, the young femme's optics went as round as dinner plates at his verdict. He...had said no...? She had no time to think as the Decepticon fembot, Airachnid, jerked the femme up and dragged her to a spot next to Megatron.

"Tell me, fembot. This old mech, should I do to him as I have done with the others?" Megatron spoke suddenly, motioning to the bodies before them. Poor, trembling Pixel stared silently at the bodies of her comrades. They were the only mechs she had ever known and each had their place in her childhood. She felt her body go weak as she stared at them and then to Captain. His face was gentle as he gave her a gentle smile. A smile that said everything was going to be okay. It was a lie but he wanted to calm his ward.

"P-Please...he's all I've got...left..." Pixel whispered, voice constricted by the grief she felt. Megatron was slightly surprised to see her turn to him and stare up at him. Her bright, azure optics stared pleadingly into his blazing red ones begging him for mercy. Obviously, this naive femmling had no idea what he was capable of.

"Do you even know who I am, femmling?" he asked, placing a talon under her chin, tilting it so he could observe it better. A guttural laugh caused her to flinch.

"I know you killed my friends..." was her only reply.

"My dear, I am Megatron." he responded, lowering her helm to stare directly at the insignia emblazed on his chest. Pixel's face plating paled over as everything came to make sense. Everything seemed to explain itself with those few words. All of Captain's teaching of the wars played their selves over in her helm.

Megatron looked back to the drone behind Captain and shook his helm.

"You will repay me one day, femmling."