Here is another story! I hope you guys enjoy it! This one takes place before the war. Let me know if you have any ideas for a story or a chapie you would like me to include in my storys! I'm always open for some great ideas! Sory if this fisrt chapie is short. I am trying to write longer one!

Ratchet, First Aid, and others belong to Hasbro, Dark Sparrow belongs to me

A small feme cried out to her Carrier and Sire. Just a minute ago they were here! Where did they go?!

"Sire! Carrier! Where are you?" Pain robbed her of her voice and she whimpered. Her head banged with pulses of

Pain. Her back strut hurt the most, and she felt something wet and sticky under her. She managed to slide her hand under her and pull it out to see enerjon cover her entire servo. "Help!" She squeaked.

She could tell the fire was near her and so she pulled away, but she couldn't see a thing due to the smoke seeping into her optics. "Someone! Please! Help!" She screamed. Someone ran passed her but they didn't stop. If only she could get out!

Something crashed near her and she yelped out in surprise. She turned over onto her side then after clenching her teeth, she flipped over onto her stomach. Stretching out her arms and servos, she pulled herself towards the wall. She knew where that was after smashing into it when the fire burst out. She gripped a hold of it before pushing herself up to her knees and then her pedes.

Someone else ran passed her and she managed to grab them by the arm, stopping them. "Can you help me get out?" She no more than whispered, for that was all she could do because the pain was too great.

"Are you nuts?! This building is falling apart faster than it took the fire to erupt! Your on your own!" He started running but she heard him scream as a peace of metal fell on him, killing him almost instantly.

Her intake hitched but she felt her way along the wall even though. She groaned as she felt her back strut and she tried not to think about the gouge in it.

"Sparkling! What are you doing in here?! Get out!" A mech yelled at her.

"I-I'm trying to sir..." She whispered, her voice full of helplessness. He grabbed her servo and yanked her forward but her body couldn't take all that pressure and her legs couldn't keep up. She tripped and fell onto her knees, still being pulled by him. Her knees couldn't take it! It was creating more pain!

"Stop! Please stop!" She yelled but her words remained void. She had to stop the pain! So with all her strength she yanked her servo free from his grasp. She fell once her servo had been freed. Now she most definitely was not able to walk or even move for that matter!

She slowly sat up and tried to look about her. But her world remained void. Stretching out her sevo she tried to feel for a wall but there was none. For a matter-of-fact she had no clue where she even was! She could be miles from the entrance and far from salvation. Only a miracle could save her now... and by the looks of things, that probably won't happen.

The feme screamed and covered her head as a few pieces of metal rained down on her. She looked up with alarm when she heard something breaking above her. She could feel it as it came inches from her helm, a big peace of metal had broken off from the ceiling, ready to crush her. She could hear a scream that was made by her own raspy voice box, and then mech's pede steps of the mech that had saved her. The mech had her in his arms, close to his spark chamber.

"Are you alright? The mech asked. Trying to speak in the most calming voice he had.

"N-no, s-sir..." She wimpered.

"Why don't you tell me your name, little one?" He asked.

"Dark Sparrow." She nestled in his warmness.

"Well Dark Sparrow, I'm Ratchet and I'm here to help you. What do ya think?"

"Ok."

Ratchet held her tight before picking up speed again. "I'm going to bring you back home soon. It's going to be ok."

"Are you a medic?" Dark Sparrow asked.

"Yes." He responded quickly before dodging a flame that licked the sides of the wall.

"Is that hard?"

"It depends on how much you can take." Ratchet jumped over a fallen piece of ceiling.

"But is it hard for you?" She repeats her last sentence.

"Yes it is. But I'm getting better at it." He pauses, "we are going to jump now!" Ratchet jumps over a break in the floor before landing and carrying on. "There better not be anymore of these! My leg joints are starting to give!" He switched servos so Dark Sparrow was on his other arm.

"Are you going to be ok? She asked, worried for her life and for his.

"Oh ya! I'll be fine!" He stopped and bent down. Putting her on the ground, he looked her over.

"Shouldn't we do that later and worry about getting out now?" Sparrow asked.

"Not when your bleeding." He put his servo over her back strut and carefully felt it. "Up you get!" He ordered. Grabbing her by the arms he put her up onto his shoulders before setting off again.

"How bad is it?" Sparrow groaned as she felt her back strut again. Ratchet slapped her servo away.

"Don't tutch it. You risk of getting an infection." He scolded. "Let me know if you get uncomfortable." Ratchet held her shoulder.

A few voices could be heard from just up ahead. Sparrow gasped and pointed.

"That's my parents!" She yelled to them, getting their attention. Ratchet slowed to a walk and he patted her shoulder.

"Are you the Carrier and Sire to this feme?" Ratchet asked and was slowing to a halt in front of them when he saw Sparrow's carrier on the floor. Ratchet gently placed Dark Sparrow on the floor beside her sire and then he approached her. "I am a medic. I may be able to help her." Ratchet looked at the husband for approval. The husband nodded.

She was sprawled out on the floor and it seemed as if she were dead, but at the approach of her daughter she whispered Sparrow's name. Feeling for any wounds, Ratchet sighed and walked to the sire.

"By the time we carry her out she will have died. May as well say good bye now..." Ratchet went to pick up Sparrow and bring her to her carrier, but the sire stopped him. Sparrow's sire had his hand firmly placed on the young feme.

"Go." He directed his feme away from Ratchet. "You don't need someone escorting you." Ratchet glowered at the sire.

"Sir, with all do respect, she is wounded badly. Her back strut has a hole in it for pity's sake!" He growled.

"My daughter is capable of doing things on her own. She doesn't need your help!" The sire whisked the matter away like it didn't matter.

With much effort, Sparrow made it to her Carrier. She smiled at her daughter and prepared to use her voice box one last time to the young feme.

"Carrier?" Sparrow tried not to cry but it was useless, the energon flowed.

"Take care..." she lifted her servo onto Sparrow's face. "T-take care o-of yourself... you know your sire won't..." her carrier's face was twisted in pain, but she kept talking. "I love y-you so much..."

"Carrier! Please don't go! I can't leave without you!"

"Yes... y-you can... you will live a healthy life..."

"Don't go! Please!" Sparrow pleaded.

"We all will go sometime... I am just leaving sooner... don't worry." She smiled brightly at her daughter. "I love you-u..." her chest faded and became still and Sparrow had to catch her carrier's servo to make sure it didn't fall.

"Carrier?! Carrier?!" Sparrow got desperate. She hugged her and cried.

"Let's go now!" The sire yelled grabbing Sparrow's arm he pulled her up and started dragging her away from her carrier.

"Carrier!" She cried. "Sire, please! Let me say good bye!" She kicked the air. Ratchet watched the seen unfold. He had to go with the young feme to make sure she was going to be ok. So he quickly walked up to the carrier and folded her arms over her chest and put her off to the side so no one would step on her.

"You must have been a good carrier..." he whispered to her before walking away solemnly.

It didn't take long for him to hear Dark Sparrow and her sire again. Dark Sparrow was mad. Like really mad. And her sire just kept on walking. He was unaware that he was hurting his daughter more by draging her. She was putting up a fight to free herself from all the pain that she already felt and to see her carrier one more time...

"Let me go!" She yelled and yanked on her arm. But that only resulted in more pain and she yelped when he glared at her. So he did see that she was struggling.

Ratchet ran up to greet them and to confront the sire.

"What are you thinking!" He yelled at her sire.

"I'm thinking of getting out of here! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll continue walking." He walked around Ratchet, but he didn't get far.

"Now see here!" Ratchet growled at him, gabbing his arm and yanking him to Ratchet. "You will treat this young feme with the proper respect! You are hurting her more by pulling on her arm!" The sire stopped moving and Dark Sparrow rested.

"I will do what I please!" He sneered.

"Let her go and I will carry her back outside with you. She is in no shape to walk!" Ratchet looked at Sparrow. She was sitting down on the ground, carefully feeling her back while wincing as pain shot up inside her. Ratchet picked her up. "If she doesn't get the proper rest she needs, she will die! Just like her carrier!" He held her protectively. The sire's optics grew into slits and he growled menacely. Ratchet matched his attack and her sire backed off.

"Fine. But once we are out of here, I will take her back into my care." Sparrow's sire growled.

"Once her wounds are looked after and she has had proper rest." Ratchet stated. He carefully set her on top of his shoulders.

Once again Ratchet and Dark Sparrow attempted to get out with Sparrow's sire right behind. They thought that they would never find their way to a safe haven. But shortly after that thought they saw a hope. That hope was a bright light not far up a head!

"Look!" Ratchet whispered to the little feme. "We are almost out!" He smiled up at her. She replied weakly,

"Yes... but carrier won't be there..." she rested her helm on top of his.

Suddenly everything got white and noisy as they exited the building and onto the outside world. Ratchet shaded his optics with his servo as he surveyed the place. He was looking for someone, but it was hard to see with all the bots running around. Some were desperately trying to put out the fire while others were medics, fixing up some who got hurt in the blast. And then Ratchet spotted the one he was looking for.

"First Aid!" Ratchet called, quickly catching the mech's attention. First Aid ran over. "Take Dark Sparrow and look her over!" Ratchet demaned, quickly, yet carefully, removing her from him. "She is hurt bad!" He handed her over to First Aid.

Ratchet whispered in his audio receptor. "And be carefull not to be pushed around by the sire." Aid nodded and carried the small feme away.

"It's ok, Dark Sparrow. Your going to be just fine." First Aid soothed.

"As soon as she's better, I want her back!" Her sire pointed a finger Aids way.

"Don't worry sir. Once she has had a couple days worth of rest, I will send her your way." First Aid promised. The sire nodded before quickly pushing his way through the mob of bots. Aid walked to a small berth and layed Dark Sparrow on it. He checked her over and as he did so, his face grew darker. "Dark Sparrow, my name is First Aid, can you hear me?" He asked. But she didn't resspond. Aid picked up her wrist and felt her pules, and his face twisted into determination as he moved his servo around it. He quickly set her wrist down in sorrow. Her limp figure made Aid uneasy, so he said that he'd be right back and he turned away from her and walked away to find Ratchet.

Pushing through the crowds, First Aid surveyed the area. "Ratchet!" Aid bellowed.

"I'm over here!" Ratchet responded waving his servo in the air. First Aid made his way over to him to find him with another bot. He was dressing a wound.

"Ratchet! I think you should come with me! The feme you gave me is badly injured and the damage to her body is severe!" Aid looked at Ratchet with upsetting optics.

"I need someone to take over!" Ratchet called. Right away someone jogged over and started treating the bot that Ratchet was treating so that they could go. "Show me where you put her!" Ratchet ordered the trainee medic. Together they walked until they came to the feme. "The extent of her injuries?" Ratchet hooked her up to a line and started running tests.

"Her back strut has been struck-" Aid got cut off.

"Any internal injuries?" Ratchet looked at his student. Aid nodded. "How bad?"

"Very bad sir. Her T-cog is damaged, has a massive internal bleeding, and has processor damage." First Aid looked at Dark Sparrow. She was quite weak and she groaned as the pain grew.

"Well don't just stand there! Let's get her to the hospital!" Ratchet bellowed.

That's all for the first chapie! Reviews are welcome! And I don't mind criticism reviews! I see it as something to learn from!

Until next chapie, and othere storys I'm writing, Snow fun has left the building!