Yo! articmadador here with my first one-shot. Honestly I got bored, so I decided to type up an idea that had been stuck in my head since the beginning of June. I wasn't going to put it into writing because I really didn't think much of it, but lately I had a dream about it, and decided I would type it up. After typing it, I decided I might as well post it. It's not really meant to be taken seriously, but if y'all like it, I would like to know. I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Hasbro does. I only own whatever plot material and characters you don'the recognize. Please review and enjoy!


It was the Autobots who had discovered the human girl living in the forest behind the base. More specifically, it was the Twins and Bumblebee who had spotted her while racing through the woods on the bumpy trails. They had left that afternoon, only to come back telling a story of how they saw a cave girl stealing honey from a beehive. At first no one believed them, especially when none of them had proof of what they saw. However, as the days dragged on, what they had explained seemed the be more true than everyone had previously thought.

Everyone knew that Jazz enjoyed going the forest and relaxing by the creek. It was something he had done since his revival years ago. But when he came back one morning with a story to tell, it got everyone thinking. He had arrived at the creek early that morning, when it was still dark. As soon as he parked, he recalled hearing splashing, and he saw something run into the bushes, then peak out and look at him. He figured it was a wild dog, since a small number of domesticated dogs turned feral lived on the island. He had believed that until it slinked out of the bushes and walked on two legs through the trees. He quickly turned on his headlights to see what it was, and described what he saw as the creature tried to get away from the light. He saw that it was dressed in some sort of animal fur, and he saw a flash of brown skin before it disappeared. Needless to say Jazz tore up the forest floor trying to get back to base, though he claims it was because he was excited to tell them what happened, and not scared.

Everyone was already starting to wonder if the human was really there now. It turned out that a large population of goats lived on the island. They could be heard and spotted in the forest on occasion, and sometimes the Autobots enjoyed observing there behavior in their spare time. But never before had they all run into the forest after one odd call. The called varied from a howl, which everyone could tell came from a human, to what sounded like a human bleating like a sheep. As soon as the goats followed, the wild dogs would as well, only to run off with their tail between their legs, whining like they'd been shot at. Pretty soon the dogs seemed to avoid the goats, and began traveling back to base to try to get food from the humans.

Ratchet, who found all of this interesting, decided he would conduct an experiment, and Wheeljack volunteered to help. They never did get the chance to do that. The two mechs were standing out at the edge of the forest in a large field where a few goats grazed. Their attention was called to something, or rather someone, bleating just beyond the trees. The goats all turned and rushed into those trees toward the sound. It was then that both mechs watched as a wild looking human girl who must've been in her early teens or around that age range, came and stood on a tree branch not far from them. She was clothed in unrecognizable animal skin, and she had a certain wild look in her eyes. She stared at them until the last goat disappeared into the trees, then she slowly turned and disappeared herself.

Now everyone knew she was there, and there was a problem with that. Not only was she on private government property illegally, but she may have been in danger or in poor health. There was no telling how she got to the island, nor how she had managed to survive since then. She was able to hide so well that no human even knew she existed. Only the Autobots did, and not all of them had seen her yet. Each sighting was fairly far apart, sometimes weeks apart. Usually when they saw the human, she was either with the goats, or eating honey from a beehive. There were quite a few of them scattered around the island. After a long meeting, it was decided that an Autobot would wait at each of a selected number of beehives for the girl to come by, then try to talk to her. There were eight beehives in the area that they had all seen her in, so eight Autobots were chosen.

The first day, no one saw her. She did not show up the second day, and after the third day they wondered if she was still there. But on the fourth day, at a beehive by the creek, Optimus sat quietly in his alternate mode, all sensors pointed in the beehive. He was quite interested in the bees, since he had never had a chance to observe them until now. They were constantly moving in and around their hive. The hive itself was something to marvel at. He had never seen anything like it. While lost in his thoughts and observations, he hadn't noticed the girl in the tree above him. By the time he did, she had jumped down onto his hood and stared right inside the window to see if anyone was there. At first Optimus didn't speak, but when she knocked on the hood and sat down, he decided that she might very known more than he thought she did. He notified everyone that she was with him, then contemplated what to say.

"Do not be afraid. I will not harm you," he said slowly, not sure what else to say.

She smiled, but said nothing, so he continued. "I am Optimus Prime. What is your name little one?"

She held her head down and shook her head. Optimus could see by her body language that she was a little upset by the question. He decided to drop the question and move on.

"Where are you from?"

She did not answer, nor did she show any signs test she was going to answer. Optimus waited patiently, and his patience was rewarded. The girl answered his question in a low voice.

"Far away."

"How far?"

"Don't know. But it's far."

"How did you get here?"

"Plane crash."

"How long ago was that?"

She shrugged. "While ago. Can't remember."

Optimus thought for a moment. "Can you count by the seasons?" he inquired, not sure if there really were seasons here. They hadn't been here for a year yet.

The girl was quiet for a while. "Eight times the winter winds come."

She had been hers for eight years, far before they had even dreamed of coming. She had managed to survive that long with no human contact. She seemed to be in good health as well. She wasn't too thin, and though she wasn't terribly muscular, she did seem quite strong. Optimus could tell her hands and feet were hardened from being out here, and her hair, which was left to stand wild, was littered with twigs and leaves. She did look clean, and her hair was not matted or too unkempt. She was taking good care of herself.

"Are you afraid out here?"

"Used to be. Not now. Have the goats to keep me company."

"You speak well for one who hasn't been around humans for so long."

"Sing songs. Tell the goats stories."

"You live with them?"

"I protect them from wild dogs. Wild dogs are scared of man."

"Where do you sleep out here?"

"In the trees, near the goats."

"What do you eat?"

"Whatever I can. Love honey and fruit. There are nuts, and I eat plants goats eat. Eat crickets and birds, but have to make fire for that. Don't like doing that often. Drink creek water when it runs through rocks."

"Do you like it here?"

"This is home."

"Do you wish to stay here?"

"Yep. You won't take me from here, will you? Been here this long, might as well stay."

The girl was quiet, waiting for an answer. Optimus reflected on everything he had just heard. She had been here for eight years, survived, and wanted to stay.

"Don't you miss your family?"

"Lost them in plane crash."

Optimus fell silent watching her body language. She didn't seem affected by the question. It seemed that she had accepted what had happened to her family. He decided to continue after a minute of silence.

"Don't you miss your home?"

"No. Always wanted to be free. You won't take me from here, will you?"

That question again. Optimus wasn't so sure he wanted to leave her here in this forest. Sure she could survive, but this may not have been the best place for her to be. He didn't know too much about feral children, but he hadn't heard enough about them to know what to do. All he knew was what he felt in his spark. He assumed she was alright, considering her condition and the fact that she did not want to leave.

"Will you?" she asked.

"No, little one. If this is your home, and you do not want to leave, I will not force you to do so."

"Autobots are good. I like them. I like you. You won't tell the other humans about me?"

She was smart. She knew humans were there, and she knew there was a chance that Optimus or the other Autobots could alert then to her presence. She was able to hide from them, but if the Autobots told the humans that she was there, then they would seek her out and remove her. Optimus had a feeling that not only would she not enjoy that at all, but once he and the other Autobots saw how the humans handled the situation, they may not be happy about it either. Humans could be careless and barbaric at times, and though they meant well, sometimes they did more harm to things than good.

"No, we will not tell. You must be sure to stay out of the humans sight."

"Will do. Not too hard."

By now Optimus was sure that everyone was close by. The human turned around, and she followed something with her gaze. Optimus picked up the spark signature of Jazz, and he figured the mech was getting a closer look. One by one he detected more of his Autobots, and it seemed that the human did to. She stretched, then stood up and jumped off his hood. She turned around and looked at the Autobot insignia on his grill.

"Autobots are good. Don't have to hide from them, right?"

"Of course not. We are your allies," the leader replied.

"Good. Have to hunt now. Goodbye."

Before she went two steps, Optimus called out to her. "What should we call you?"

She called back to him without turning around. "Honeycomb."

Then he watched as she climbed up in the tree, and after a few leaves and branches rustled, she was gone. Optimus backed up, finding that all of his Autobots had been waiting and watching in their alternate modes. They all began to follow him as he drove to a trail that led back to base.

::Optimus, are we gonna to tell tha humans 'bout her?:: It was Jazz who was asking.

::No. She has been here for a long time, and she wishes to stay.::

::How long she been here?::

::Eight years.::

::Eight years!?:: Multiple Autobots repeated in union.

::Yes, eight years. She survived a plane crash and has been here ever since. She lost her family in that crash.::

::Poor kid. And ya say she don't want ta go home?:: Jazz asked.

::She said this is her home.::

::Well, if she survived this long without humans, and she don't want ta go back, ah say she should stay.::

::I agree, Jazz. Sometimes the humans do more harm than good, and in trying to help her, they may make things worse for her.::

The other Autobots voiced their agreements as they turned on the trail to head back to the hangers. Behind them, a lone figure sat in a tree, watching them go as she slowly ate the honey from a small chunk of honeycomb she held in her hand.


Well, there you go. Not the best story I ever thought of, but I think it came out okay. Hope you enjoyed! Have a good'n!