Before anyone start to read this, this involves with slash. Meaning mech x mech (boy x boy) sort of thing.

Also blood is mention in the transformers that I written about in the story.

So if you dislike these kinds of things, take your leave please. I don't need flames. Thank you.

Chapter 1

The Protector Stand

"Stay here." I was young, I didn't know what he was doing, his hands were carefully gripped thy other mech neck. Oddly enough, I never had seen a weird shaped red insignia before. It was very well compared to our insignias but ours were much simpler and more…

Snap

Beautiful

I flinched as I heard that sound; it was very disturbing to my hearings. My father noticed of my reaction and came to me, telling me everything would be alright. I wonder if that was true…after all, he killed mech.

"Come my chosen one…"

I never understand why he keeps calling me that, it like he forgotten my name. Ever since mother died, father couldn't stop talking about how he's gonna lose me too against those red insignia transformers or more likely someone else. If my golden eyes lie, I don't know what to believe, and who to trust anymore. Just the sky, I could believe in.

Memory files searching…error…corrupted data…

"Odd…this is first…" recalled the white mech, as he covered the side of his head, searching for further back memory files; he had before then thousands years ago. All his memories he could even remembered was the time, he was just a youngling and someone he knows gratefully was there for his need but before his youngling, his sparkling times, he couldn't remember a thing.

Looking at his side with tension forming, he felt he's been watched. Quickly he stood up and faced his back against the peacefully landscape. Hands shot out immediately onto his shoulders before he was ready to take out his gun yet. Roughly knocked to the ground, Jetfire came to realized who came who pounce him. "Hotshot!?"

The yellow mech smiled widely at his pal which irritated Jetfire much because of his foolish action earlier, so the idea of revenge came to mind. Jetfire forcibly pushed himself up and tackled Hotshot to the ground, there his hands laid near his neck collar where just a spark of memory shocked him.

"Stay here…" Snap

The sound of laughter had returned him back to reality as he realized it was Hotshot who's laughing.

"What are you laughing at?!" Jetfire cried infuriated, slightly Hotshot smirked which cause some puzzlement to the flyer. Hotshot had pushed Jetfire off the side and playfully tackled him. In his surprise, Jetfire was amused and he tackled back to the yellow racecar to even their odds.

Jetfire soon pulled a punch that entirely missed Hotshot in microsecond, Hotshot chucked of his lack of speed of his punch, grasping his arm that was beside his head, Hotshot tried to bring the flyer down only to be Jetfire's advantage of winning. As his strength wasn't as strong of a match to the flyer, Jetfire had brought him, crashing down.

"Think you can bring me down, Hotshot? I don't think so!" He bragged. The yellow mech was angered of his remark, quickly coming up to face him. Hotshot pulled a few punches towards his flyer friend, which foolishly his efforts were against him since Jetfire had caught one of his thrown swings that brought Hotshot down again.

Painfully, Hotshot felt his chest dented as he looked up noticing Jetfire was chugging a cube shaped filled with pinkish liquid goodness.

"Where you get that?!" He exclaimed, standing with a finger pointing at him, Jetfire responded with sigh.

"You're standing right next to him." He recalled. Feeling refreshed, he pulled back his golden face-plate on.

Hotshot looked as he noticed Sideswipe, one of the younger comrades on earth had brought a tray with energon cubes expect none was filled with that energy liquid. Seeing his unrelated brother grinned sheepishly, Hotshot creates himself a frowned face.

"No more?" He responded with annoyed tone as Sideswipe heave a sweat drop.

"He drank it all." He told looking at Jetfire, Hotshot followed his glare and was sparked with anger.

There Jetfire could felt the tense of anger beside him, he looked at Hotshot's expression of an angry glare and there he couldn't help himself looking happy.

"You look angry." He recalls confidently.

Hotshot was ticked; he jumped as he focused his punch downward where his target had stood. Jetfire had chosen to dodge his attack, where he leaded Hotshot take the chance of hitting aimlessly at him. To Sideswipe point of view, it seems hopeless for Hotshot to even try.

"Why do I even bother…?" protested the young grey and blue mech.

Hi-Ya!!

Hotshot missed as he knew, Jetfire cheated his way by flying an inch in thy air and where the steep hill was near his stand. One more step, he'll lose his balance, thou he already did. Jetfire came down to him, where Hotshot was rashly trashed about from the steep hill, and Sideswipe couldn't help himself to laugh.

"You did that on purpose!" Hotshot accused angrily.

"It your fault you fell." Jetfire replied.

Soon the ranting between the yellow mech and the white flyer started meanwhile at a nearby base owned by the Autobots, Optimus from a distance found the younger transformers amusing as while Red Alert approached his commander with folder, secretive to anyone else. Red Alert then took noticed the younger transformers who soon came in the idea of tackling each other.

"Kids these days, would they ever learn?"

Optimus was taken in surprise as he heard his medical trooper voice. He looked at him who watched the young Autobots slowly revealing their 2nd childhood from outside. Red Alert soon frowned of disgust. He faced his commander and passed him the folder. Curious, Optimus opened the folder revealing graphs of ratings from daily medic check-ups. In the name section of the file, the name was clear to Optimus knowledge data.

"It's Jetfire. Why are you showing me this?" Red Alert stayed silent as he was looking back to the young trio.

"Notice his memory file rating?" Optimus looked as the graph was messed.

"What?"

"He has a corrupted file in his memory bank."

Optimus gulped as he heard such thought, he looked back to Red Alert.

"And you just found out now?" Optimus questioned.

"This was his first check-up on earth, how would I know?" respond Red Alert coldly.

Optimus took this as a warning, and narrowed his yellowish optics upon the file. Slowly a memory was coming back to him.

Optimus Memory files…searching…founded…processing…complete.

"Please wake up…"

"You took care of Jetfire, when he was just a sparkling right?"

"Don't leave me…"

"Of course…"

"Please…"

"Then you should know, about his corrupted file right?"

"Daddy…"

"No actually, I don't."

It was one of those briskly moments and the white sparkling knew by looking directly those yellowish optics it was fate that they met and that he is was his Protector…

Out of the fire range, the older mech had tightly held onto the sparkling body, using his arms as a shield to protect the young one harm. Slowly awaking the white sparkling realized he was rescued in the hands of the older mech.

"Daddy…?" He called shyly to the face the older mech.

"You're safe now…" recalled the voice of his protector, the sparkling smiled sheepishly.

Then he noticed a shadow from a distance stood high upon a building and the figure was darkly reflected of the moon light, soon his blissful eyes faded away to sleep once more.

"Be safe…Guardian…"

Outside, Autobot Base

"So Jetfire was found stray, you say?" recalled Red Alert as he gently placed down a small energon cube onto the table. Optimus looked at him with a grave strongly feeling in the pit of his sensors. With his mouth-piece disconnected, Optimus sipped his cube to dry then finally placing down the finished cube onto the table.

"Not exactly," He responded deeply.

Red Alert waited for his commander to speak again but he took some moment as Prime think this over. Optimus himself was hesitating of his decision to even speak about this subject.

"He wasn't actually alone…" Red Alert perked his sensors up to hear his commander speak. "I found him along with a dead body…that he called him, his father…" Red Alert nearly choked as Optimus told. Looking down towards his half-empty cube, Optimus spoke again.

"He's a good boy ever since I met him; I had this feeling that fate had brought us together…"

"And that made you decide to combined with him and become Jet Convey?"

"Things are never that easy, Red." Optimus recalled sadly.

Red Alert soon remembered his own old mech, teaching him everything about medic, and health. He was good at it; he was actually natural at it, until…his old mech had left him for a more important business, warfare. He continued to stare his half filled cube and shortly he finished it.

"Energon…"

Optimus glared up as Red Alert had spoken a word that meant everything to them, energon was their source, their food, their strength, even their power. Looking off to the side, Optimus watched his grown up white flyer; he known so long was being tackled by the two racecars, Hotshot and Sideswipe.

"It's our power…" Optimus was distracted as he heard Red Alert again, looking towards him of his reddish visor, Red Alert peer his head up. "And as always Megatron wants more power…" He explained calmly which cause some grief to Optimus.

"Prime!" The shout caused the two to look towards one of entrance of the base, and where Scavenger stood before it. Prime stood up quickly for the news.

"What is it?" He requested.

"Decepticons…"