Hey guys! It's up! Oh my gosh, i was squealing and wiggling in excitement the entire time i wrote this! So the first few chaps will be kinda slow because i had to think of something to start with, haha, but hopefully it'll pick up soon. Anyway, enjoy and leave me your thoughts! I haven't heard form you guys in sooo long and i wanna talk to you guys again.

I watched them, though they knew it not, and smiled. I had been watching him for eons with the other Primes though I was never able to utter a word to him. Sighing, I turned to Alpha Trion as he reentered the room, a slightly mischievous glint in his optics. He walked over and rested a servo on my shoulder pad, "He has finally settled down."

I laughed, "Yes, I am only sorry it took so long."

"I take it you approve of her then?" A-3 asked.

I nodded, "Is that really a question? When I became one with the Allspark I was hoping he would find another…" I looked back into the pool through which I have watched Optimus for many, many years. It warmed my spark to see her being lovingly held in his arms, bonded with him—something I had hoped for myself while I lived.

I have watched Optimus ever since I became one with the Allspark and was sparkbroken when I saw Optimus start shutting others out. By the time they finally reached Earth you could barely recognize the Orion Pax side of him but Jemina had pulled that out of him again.

Elita turned to Alpha Trion, "You chose your guardian well."

A-3 laughed, "I knew she was hiding something when I asked her about the Omega Keys I just never guessed that it would be to that extent."

Solus walked in and saw the two in front of the viewing screen, "Watching over our new sister are you?"

Solomus stood on the other side of Alpha Trion and nodded, "Why would we not. The poor child will require vast amounts of guidance for the times to come."

Elita gave a halfhearted glare, "Remember that she is still a child."

"Yes, and she will no doubt make such childish mistakes." Micronus spoke.

Solus rolled her optics, "Don't be so hard on her Micronus. She save Optimus' life—again."

"It will require more than just that in the future." Micronus growled.

Prima let out an amused chuckle at Micronus' actions, "You are only upset that the new Prime is larger than you."

"Don't be picking on the small guy! We've got just as much fight in us as you do!"

Elita thought for a second and smiled, "Well think of it this way. In her human form she is smaller than you."

"She is a human." He argued.

"So?" Solus asked, "I finally have another feme to fend you all off with."

"We're not that bad!" Solomus defended.

"Mh, some of you."

"Let's not forget that it will hopefully be a while before she joins us here." Prima interjected. There were hums of agreement among them.

"Aliena, Aliena it is time to get up."

Optimus' deep voice and soft shaking stirred her from her sleep. "Mhmmmm…"

Optimus smiled, holding back a laugh as Aliena rolled over. "Aliena, there is work that needs to be done."

She curled into a tighter ball and proceeded to ignore him, quite content to go back into recharge—not having a proper recharge in the few cycles proceeding Unicron's reawakening and attack.

Optimus watched her antics with a heavy sigh, this was taking more work than he had expected. Deciding he had enough, he reached down to scoop her up. He just had his servos under her wings when a fist came flying out, hitting his arm rather painfully.

Aliena shot straight up and hissed, "Optimus your servos are freezing!"

Optimus only looked at her blankly, "Well at least it got you up. I was beginning to worry."

Aliena groaned, "Is it morning already?"

"Yes."

"Great." She stood and stretched a bit, "What are we working on today?"

"Now that some of the landing docks are repaired we should begin work on shelters. I highly doubt many Autobots would be willing to stay in the Nemesis and we couldn't house that many more."

Aliena smiled grimly, "Yeah, I can understand that. Staying here gives me the willies."

"The, willies?"

"The creeps." She explained.

Optimus nodded as Smokescreen came running up to them, "Guys! Returning bots! There's a ship that's landing now! Oh Primus, who do you think it is?! Oh, I wonder if it's the twins, or possibly-"

Optimus set a servo on his shoulder and smiled softly, "We will be down shortly."

Smokescreen nodded with a solute and eagerly ran off to greet the new bots.

Aliena however, she wasn't so eager. She stood in the hallway holding her arm uncertainly.

Optimus reached out and gently gripped her servo, "It will be alright Aliena."

"Do they have to know? I-I mean, can't we tell them later, or-"

"Everything will be fine. We won't tell them about your human half yet, I do not believe that they are ready for that, yet."

"I'm not ready for that yet…if ever." Her intakes started increasing, "You know, I don't think I'm ready for this now…"

He held her close as they neared the door, "You will be fine, I will be right here."

She took a deep intake and nodded.

It wasn't far to the landing docks and the other Autobots were already there greeting them. As they neared she noticed Knockout standing back, looking down. She released Optimus' servo and walked over to him as Optimus continued on to welcome the bots home.

He looked at her and smiled, although it was a bit forced, "Don't feel comfortable going near them either?"

She nodded, "Although for a bit different reasons."

He grimaced, "I don't think they'll take kindly to me…"

She shrugged and eyed him, still warry after all the times he had tried to kill her. "Well, if I can try and get used to it, so can they."

Knockout laughed dryly, "I hope so…"

"They better, considering Optimus is planning on giving most Decepticons a choice to live in peace or…yeah."

"What will the counsel think of that?"

"Thank Primus there is no counsel right now."

He tried to hide a smirk but a small chuckle escaped him, "Yeah, you get to have fun dealing with them when it is formed."

Aliena circled a digit in the air like a helicopter taking off, "Yippee. Politics, my favorite thing."

"Aliena!"

Aliena paled a bit as Optimus called for her and forced herself to walk over.

He turned to the dozen bots, "Autobots, this is Aliena Prime."

She didn't recognize any of them so they each stared at each other with blank or slightly confused faces.

Finally, a mech who looked close to Wheeljack's build spoke, "When did she become a Prime? Who was she?"

"Recently, just after our planet's restoration. However she has been on Earth with me and my team for quite some time."

He turned and smiled at her before saying something in a strange tongue.

She blinked at him before turning to Optimus, "Am I supposed to know what he just said?"

Optimus frowned, "I did not think of that."

The mech grew confused and she asked, "Think of what?"

"You do not know Cybertronian. At least, not the spoken form."

The new mech frowned, "How could a Prime not know her own language?"

"I, uh," Aliena stammered and looked down, "Haven't lived on Cybertron before now."

Optimus explained, "Her family left before war had begun and made a new home on Earth where my team found them. She grew up learning their native language."

The new bots frowned and a femme spoke with slight malice, "She seems like a terrible choice to be a Prime them. What connection does she have to Cybertron?"

Aliena wanted to feel angered by the words but found them too true to argue against, even if she did care for Cybertron.

Optimus on the other hand did little to cover his scorn, a deep frown crossing his faceplate. "She is my sparkmate, I will ask that you refrain from any further comments of the like."

A few gasps were heard in the group before the femme nodded, "My apologies."

Aliena turned to Optimus, "If it's all the same, I'm going to go on patrol."

She turned and hurried away, transforming and taking off into the sky—heading for where Ultra Magnus was patrolling. She found him returning to the Nemesis but continued on, skirting along the Sea of Rust for several miles and only briefly checking her scanners.

She was nearing Darkmount when she decided to turn back when a blip on her scanners picked up life. Aliena slowed and transformed just outside the citadel, one servo forming a blaster while the other remained clenched—ready to use her abilities.

Treading softly, she peered around a few corners as she made her way deeper into the citadel, following the softly blinking light that meant life. As she got farther and deeper into citadel she started regretting coming in and considered turning back when a faint whine echoed through the halls.

Aliena stopped dead in her tracks and listened for a minute, not hearing anything, before starting again for the direction that the whine came from. Two minutes later she entered a hallway that had the scrap blown out of it. The metal was bent and bowed, some places had a clear hole blown straight through it and other sections had metal shards sticking out of the walls and floors.

She observed the damage and could see that the impact sights were fairly fresh, they couldn't have been more than a few days old. A groan then a whine snapped her helm up and she carefully picked her way through the debris and holes. Her blaster reverted to a servo but she kept it ready in case of a surprise attack…and surprised she was, just in a very different way.

The room was fairly large, a few crates and broken weapons littered the room but her attention was fixed on the two dismembered bodies lying on the floor. Face taunt, she cautiously approached them and stared wide eyed at the two offlined Predacons.

"What happened?" She breathed.

Another whine and a scraping sound whipped her helm around, blaster onlined again, to the far end of the room to find the first reborn Predacon.

"Predaking?" Aliena asked cautiously.

A tired optic opened as the Predacon looked at her. He growled lowly but said and did nothing.

Disarming her blaster Aliena took another step closer, "Hey, uh-mm. Hang on, I'll call the bots…I'm sure Knockout can help…my gosh that sounds wrong to say."

Predaking growled again.

"You, don't want help?"

There was no answer or response of any kind.

Scared, she walked over to him though watched him closely. She knelt next to him and started looking over his wounds which were many and quite severe. She bit her lip, she couldn't switch her forms here, she'd suffocate. Closing her optics, she concentrated on creating her holoform—still a foreign concept that Optimus was teaching her.

She slipped a hand under Predaking's armor and found a heavily damaged Energon line and set to fixing it while she also focused her abilities on slowing the Energon and supplying his systems with new Energon—enough to survive but not enough to shock it.

Aliena tried several times to reach up to her com link to call for help, but every time Predaking would growl at her and she would stop. It was several hours before she felt satisfied that she had fixed most of the leaking Energon lines, although, many more systems were damaged and she had no knowledge of how to fix them.

Her holoform faded and she stood back to check him over, Predaking waking from his light recharge and staring at her intensely. She looked at him with thin lips, "You need medical help, and I have none of that. Please, let me call Knockout, or someone."

The growl that she had come to understand as 'no' reverberated from his throat again. She glared, "You're more stubborn than I am, and that's saying something, and not a good something."

She sighed, "And I can't just leave you here…I suppose your self-repair systems should kick in soon…even if they won't repair most of the damage…"

She sat down near him and leaned against a wall, closing her optics and focused on giving him a small but constant supply of Energon. While she had been able to fix some of the major lines, but there were only a few even her holoform could reach—there were still many, many more she was sure that were still leaking.

She sighed and looked at Predaking, who had still to move more than an optic.

She felt a slight tugging at her spark along with some worry and concern. She smiled, Optimus, of course he's getting worried…how long have I been gone? She did her best to send reassurance that she was fine…but like much else it was something that she didn't really understand and that Optimus was trying to teach her. Unfortunately, that particular action seemed to something that Cybertronians learned in sparklinghood…so Optimus was struggling to explain and teach her how to do it.

But it wasn't like she couldn't, she had lots of times…when her emotions ran rampant, but never consciously. She hoped she'd succeeded but there was little to do about it now.

Deep intakes drew her attention to Predaking and her brow dipped low as she watched him with some worry. She couldn't help feeling confused, what had happened that two of the Predacons died and almost, and still possibly, a third?

She thought about leaving him, she'd done all she could for him and he obviously didn't want any more help, but then she'd feel guilty for leaving him in this condition. Aliena leaned her helm back and laughed dryly, "Predaking, you've put me quite a predicament…I think it might be best if Optimus doesn't know about this just yet. At least not until you can tell me what happened."

Ok, so, I've been following the marvel universe, saw thor Ragnarok and guardians of the galaxy 2 and there were light bulbs going off, like you have no idea the ideas and possibilities that were playing out. I'll get to working on the avengers crossover soon, i'm going to let this story grow a tad more before i do though. however, there will be a lot in the avengers crossover that won't be here, such as some power growth and basically all of Jemina's backstory (by this i mean her powers and how the heck she has them *wink, wink*)

Well, that's all for now folks!