When i first wrote this, i stated it like two weeks go. Now i just didn't expect it to come out the way it did. This is actually suppose to be a cross over between IDW and Beyverse. But as for Relationships, it was mainly written to be an Ironhide/Oc but instead, i made it into a love triangle of Ironhide/Oc/Drift

Now about the bayverse movie, I will say it will pick up soon but that comes later into the story. Now how the story is going may seem confusing at first, But hopefully during writing this, the confusion will poof.

Anyways, i don't own Transformers, only my oc's Pulse Virus, High tone and Sonar blip. All Rights belong to IDW industrious and Michael Bay

So for now, Enjoy the story and please let me know how it goes.

She didn't know what she was looking for. Going through classified information on the computer was simple for her. Not only that, she was also, or use to be one of the military special ops but she had stopped when her base was under attack and she had lost both an arm and a leg.

Her eyes gazed turned her right, she wanted to be back into the fight but couldn't with both prosthetic limbs. Her eyes gazed toward the left, seeing a stack of files with classified information within them

She had thought of burning them multiple times but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She needed to send them out to the love ones who lost their family member on their team. Each file had a tag attached to it.

Sigh softly, her fingertips brushed across the keyboard before she pressed down onto those certain keys, typing away. Her prosthetic hand rose up, clenching the chain necklace that was around her neck.

Her eyes closed while she leans back. She had been hacking into the military base for few hours now. Surprisingly, they had yet to catch her on the act. Which means, someone inside the military is either too dumb to realize they are being hacked or two, someone inside knows who it is and not bothering to stop her.

She thought to herself over those two options and decided on the first one. Standing up, she shut her computer down. Grabbing the files before moving them into one separate box of each, closing the box up.

Picking each box, she carried it outside to be greet by the mailman suit. No doubt about it, he simply took the boxes and moved them into the back of his mail truck before handing her mail to her.

Earning a wave from him, she returned it. Watching him go down the road, she turned and headed back inside. She flipped through her mail slowly, tossing the junk mail into the trash bin before setting the bills onto the coffee table that was actually filled with late bills.

She wasn't gonna pay attention to her bills one bit. She had no reason too. The house was gonna go to waste once she is caught or once she is dead. She was gonna go with the first one. Heading back into her room, she spotted her computer on.

Her eyes blinked a few times before shrugging her shoulders. Might as well indulged as i can. She thought to herself, walking to her computer before sitting down on the chair.

She began to type furiously, but quickly on her keyboard. Each touch was light and fast, almost as if she was speeding.

One thing that did caught her slightly off was her screen was not on her background desktop, but it was on a white screen and it began to type in dull yellow coloring for some odd reason but she had no reason to panic, a smirk would silently form on her lips.

Hello, young one.

She tilted her head, her body shivered at the three words but she remained silent. Her eyes blinking a few times before she typed at the same pace again but this time with only a reply as a thought had crossed her mind. Let's turn it into a game. That smirk did not leave her lips.

Quarry: Who are you?

Now she waited. She leaned back against her chair. Putting very little pressure to make the chair lean back. Her fingers remain on the keyboard, waiting for the repy to come so she could answer it.

I am primus, young one.

That made her stump a little, her eyes blinked a few times, re-reading over the answer. Shaking her head calmly, she let out a tiny chuckle. This is beginning to amuse her now.

Negative: Primus exist in transformers

She now felt like she being laughed at. Why did she have this feeling. Her eyes narrowed a bit, glaring toward her computer.

That is where you are wrong, child.

Now she felt insulted. Being called a child. But it was a hint that this wasn't a child's game. Straightening up in her seat, the chair had actually creaked for once. Bringing her legs up, she crossed them in a more indian style

She was actually now at those words made her now rethink of reality itself. Her smirked was pulled into a frown this time, but her face remained hook on the screen. Re-reading and re-reading it all over again and again.

Then it continued.

You are confused as well, seeing how you did not reply to my last statement, young one.

No shit, sherlock. She rolled her eyes, now beginning to get annoyed. Her fingers moved once more in the same light but fast pace.

Statement: Unnecessary. Primus: Existence illogical.

She wasn't gonna admit she was confused at first. But it true though, what he had said was illogical to her. The only god that should at least existed was jesus..or at least she thinks so. She wasn't really the christian type.

There is no such thing as impossible before you child, you had seen that just as i have.

She read his words. He knew what she was saying. He knew she wasn't gonna say impossible but instead of illogical. How was he.. Reading her motives.

There is much i know of you child.

She frowns more, looking toward her prosthetic arm. Her false fingers curled up into her palm, clenching her fist up. She wanted back in the war, she wanted to help but she couldn't. She was put into retirement early.

Clenching her jaw, she felt like she was an utter disappointment to herself, to her team and to her parents. Using her single hand to type at the same pace, she left out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding.

Negative: Not much of me to know.

She had to figure something out. She really needed to think of something.

As i said, young one, i know more than you think and i know you're itching to fight once more.

That was definitely true.. She wanted on the field again. To feel the gun in her hand. To run with a team again but sometimes, she was best behind a computer. Behind the system to fire her enemies with a virus.

The thought of her virus, she had to smirk. She remember the day, her team ran into russian army camp. She had discovered their little computer. She implanted a virus that acted as bomb. That was her best one yet.

Affirmative: This one wants to fight again

She waited. But to her shock, her eyes widen with shock. Her jaw dropped as he watched the words appear in front of her.

Then allow me to fulfill that for you, young one

Next thing she knew, she heard something open up behind her. Turning her head, she saw a vortex. Not the original kind of vortex. This one was off. Unstabled a little but off. She stood up from her seat and walks toward.

She wasn't sure yet. This Primus was willing to fulfill her one wish but was she ready to. Her reached out to touch the vortex edges but her hand seem to of phase through it. Sighing softly, looking back toward the computer, to see it pitched black.

Now she was worried. Might as well make the most of it. She thought to herself, stepping into the vortex one step at a time before she disappeared within it. Hearing it closed behind her.

She gently touched the ground, after leaping out of the ground bridge. The wind began to brush past her as she raised her hand up, covering the side of her face as she felt grain of sand hit her skin lightly.

She didn't know where she was at. Looking around silently as she began to move, walking toward a boulder but she had stopped, the ground rumbled a little before she saw a shadow cast over her.

Raising her head up, squinting her eyes at the same time. She saw a large form towering over her. Her head tilted a bit further back but she stumbles backwards into something soft. Her feet began to leave the ground, causing her to almost.. Almost gasp but she bit it back.

The something she sat on was indeed a hand that curled around her in a protective manner before she was raised to eye level with the being.

"I believe this was a much easier way then over a primitive machine, correct?" This primus stated, a smile pulled on his metal lips.

Her head nodded calmly, she wanted to speak. Truly she wanted to but she couldn't. She was never been taught to speak. The being stared at her for a bit longer before chuckling softly.

"As i have said, young one." Straight to the point with this one. "I can fulfill your wish but however, every wish comes with a price." Primus said, it seem to of sadden him since the glow in his eyes have dimmed a little

Her head tilted toward the side, her eyes locked onto him in confusion. He must of saw the confusion written on her face when he started to chuckle once more but the chuckle held a bit of sadness in it.

"A wish comes with a price. Just like as you humans say, magic has a price to pay. " His facial expression changed to a more harden, serious look. " Young one, i will only explain this once so please, listen well."He said calmly, a bit stern for his liking.

She nodded her head, her eyes and ears were now trained on him. She felt something rubbed against her back, almost deciding to look behind her but she needed to focus, so she pressed into the touch, to find out it was actually his digit rubbing along her back.

"Once i send you where you need to go, you will.. " A pregnant pause had found it's way before he let out a sigh." You will pass away. However your soul will not move on, it will simply be turned into a spark then transfer toward a frame."Primus said calmly.

Her body wanted to tense but she couldn't allow that. She understood what that meant. Her mind was jumbled everywhere, her instincts wanted her to panic but she held a good, stoic look upon her face. Her eyes showed her emotions and they were just plain emotions

"This does not affect you, does it?" Primus questioned, looking toward her with concern and worried.

Her head shook from one side to the other before her shoulders raised up and down in a shrug. I don't know, you tell me what you see. Was her look toward the god of cybertron.

A sigh escape his lips. He knew well enough of who he spoken to. Nodding his head, he continued on. "Once you're spark has been moved to a frame, you're body will remain here in the limbo, until you wish to return, or.. You feel the need to." Primus stated calmly toward the last.

Nodding her head, she didn't mind it at all. She held her thumb up, a smile spreading across her cheeks. With a confirming nod from primus, he allowed the light surround her form. "This will separate you and your body apart."Primus stated.

Truth be told, it didn't hurt though. Everything went dark as soon as the light consumed her. Her vision was no longer there but she could still hear him. She felt like.. She was floating in the air, hovering in the air.

"Good,it was successful. Now my child." A calm, pleasing voice was heard, it send her comfort and welcoming. "Let me send you away." Primus stated, his hand gestured toward another orb of light.

Her soul was moved toward the orb before everything around her disappeared into that blinding light. "I will be here to guide you, Pulse Virus." Primus said calmly..

Pulse Virus.. It has a ring to it and i believe, i know how to make my enemies strike fear into that name.

"You're mission.. Pulse Virus will come to you, good luck." Primus said calmly.

Silence rolled in and everything was now surrounded in black to her. As if she had fallen asleep and unable to dream.

She didn't realize how long she been in the darkness. The sound of a monitor was beeping next to her. Voices were muffled behind something. Then suddenly, she opened her optics and was greeted by the bright light.

She moved her hand first before moving the other. Nodding her head, she sat up. Swinging her feet off the berth. Her audios rotated against her head as she began to look from both her sides, taking in her surroundings.

She could see the four white walls around her but as soon as she turned around, she saw what seem to be a mirror. She was able to take in her look. Her frame looking similar to a cassette holder but only slimmer, her hips were barely wide. Her waist curved slightly in, making her look more femme.

However, her figure took it more of a vehicle mode. She couldn't tell which vehicle, since she had no time to figure out what cybertronian vehicles were called besides being called Future-like. She'll end up figuring it out later.

Her frame was mix color of Emerald, White and a few hints of black digital markings that covered the side of her arms and legs, that soon faded to her knees and elbows, small black digital markings departed on her chassis that extended and faded to the edges of her chest.

She didn't mind her look. She spotted a pair of glowing optics that stared back at her. Her optics were staring at her. A golden glow but she felt something slide over her optics, making it lit up to a normal yellow color. She hummed softly, preferring the visor over her own optics.

Not that she minded her optics, she didn't hate them nor discourage them. Her optics just felt.. Out of place. Once she was done looking herself over, she forced herself up off the bed, catching her balance.

Once she stood straight, earning her balance. She began to walk slowly around the berth, her right servo was brushing against it as percussion incase she had ended up fallen over. But she had not.

The only thing she have yet to try was her vocals. Did she want to, no. She didn't want to speak but in order to do so, she has to. Sighing softly, she open her mouth as she let out a soft, pitiful cough.

Commence: System scan

Processor Module: Operational
Spark Casing: Operational
Sparkling hold: Operational
Audios: Operational
Optic's: Operational
Visor: Activated, Operational
Vocal Module: Unoperational, Damage.

That caught her off. She read off the first list of scan's that line itself up on her visor. Her vocal module were damaged. It was there, just damaged. It brought concern look to her face. Not worried, or fear, just concern.

When she was human, she was able to speak but she stopped talking after she lost her human comrades, her left arm and leg. But now, she was able to feel her left arm and leg but unable to speak. Was this the price, primus was talking about? She thought to herself.

She saw something flash on her hud of her visor, able to look at it with a simple gaze toward the corner. It open automatically as it appears to be a massage. Reading this message and as it did Stated:

I seen you have finally woken up, young one. Good, that means you're getting the hang of your built frame. I have to say, it wasn't easy finding you a frame to use. I hope it is to your liking, i did most of the designs, well frame color.

However the mechs who were repairing this frame tried countless times to change the colors but i wouldn't allow it. Finally they actually given up on it and left you be for now.

Don't worry, this message is highly encrypted with the Primes language, only a few would be ready particle of it. So you have nothing to fear. Now i understand you found some disturbance with you frame. One that is your Vocal module. Do not really, just active system repairs and it would be fine within a few day.

Another thing is, your Cassette, i have not created one for you just yet. That will lead you to either soundwave or blaster, Or i should say, their brothers, Soundblast or Bluster. However there are many other cassette holders out there of your choices.

Another thing, is your human memories, i have them moved to a special place in your processor where only you can access them. However, if anyone else who tries to access them without your permission, will lock you into stasis once your processor shuts down.

Last thing, Before i finish this message. You are to have cybertronian memories. Here, on cybertron, you were a youngling abandon at the Youth center, from there you grew up as a rebel but you had a bad accident with one of the gladiators named RoadFist which caused the damage of your vocals.

And since you have no guardian, which i must say, he is sitting outside the door waiting for you after he had brought you in from rescuing from RoadFist. You end up in the gladiator pits for pay back.. The rest is on you.

One more thing, Pulse Virus, You're frame is consist of both Grounder mode and Flight mode. That is all, Have a nice orn. 'Til we meet again.

Pulse shuttered her optics a few times, the message was not short for her. But deciding to save the message to read it all over again. Closing the message from her hud, she looked toward the door

Now i'm curious..Sighing softly in silence. She really beginning to hate the silent. But she know it won't be silent when she gets out of this room. Stepping toward the door, she pushes it open, she felt her spark stopped.

She watched medical bots, patients and visitors walk past her. Her optics moved calmly before spotting a white and red medic sitting with a black,, white and bits of red mech. Their heads raised up and stared at her.

Soon, the black mech was the first to stand up and look over her for inspections. Is he my guardian? She questioned herself.

"By Primus, What are you doing up?" Shock filled from the mech who was still sitting was now up on his pede's instantly, running multiple scans through her frame. "By the all spark, she is almost healed completely." He stated with the same shock.

"What do ya mean by completely, Ratch'?"The mech turned to the medic in concern.

"Hide, the only thing that has yet to be fully repaired is her vocals."Ratchet pointed out.

"You mean, she can't speak?"Hide frowned, looking toward her in concern.

"Yes, not yet until her system repairs have finished repairing it." Ratchet said calmly, setting his hand on hide shoulder.

She looked between the two curiously, her head turned to look behind her to stare at the exit. Her arms crossed her chest. Shifting her pede's under her to fidget a little. She needs a little action.

"Hide, take her with you."Ratchet whispers calmly. "She needs a guardian to help her on the right track."

Hide looked at ratchet then at her. A huff came from him before nodding his head. "Fine, I'll see what ah can do." Hide stated, he walked toward her side and bumped her a little.

That was an indication to follow. She stepped behind ironhide, following him toward the exit. She could see he was looking over his shoulder, every other second to make sure she was right behind him.

Her optics gazed around, she noticed mechs and femme swarming the sidewalks and streets of cybertron. Her serves curled around her forearms tightly. Being around so many bots made her felt uncomfortable.

Last time she been around so many people was in her human form. Her optics closed tightly. She didn't want to remember her past and then break down crying. She was stronger than this and she must fight it.

Reopening her optics, she saw ironhide looking at her with concern. Not pity or doubt but concern. Like he had seen her pain before but she shrugged it off as nothing and continued to follow him.

Ironhide.. Warrior class, he looks weird without his canons..But that will change. She thought to herself.

What she didn't know was.. Things between her and ironhide were gonna change..

16 Stellar cycle- 16 earth years

Her voice seem to came back, she walked down the sidewalk with ironhide behind her. A smirk of pride was on his face-plates. She spun around and threw a fist toward ironhide abdomen, though it was in a playful manner.

Hide chuckled, side stepping to the left and poked her forehead. In return, she let out a growl before pound onto ironhide, flipping herself onto ironhide back.

That left the mech chuckle, his arms cuffing her legs as he walked. It was an every day life now. Of course, Her being a rebel was still there but they had formed a bond that no one expected.

Ironhide and Pulse Virus had formed a bond. An unbreakable bond. This bond was something that isn't meant for guardians and charges, this bond was meant for mates and how they acted, proved that.

Pulse virus let out a soft giggle and her chin rested on his head, her hand pointed toward the store. Of course, ironhide knew the gesture and gladly walked toward the gestured.

But something happened, The store they were heading to ended up exploding in front of them and several mechs and femme's were caught in the explosion. Hide loosen his grip and pulse jumped off.

"No…"Pulse began to turn toward the burning shop.

Hide tried to grab her hand but she slipped through his fingers as he clenched his fist and ran after her.

Pulse ran into the burning shop. The sound of crying was heard and her spark frozen. Her frame stalled but she shook her head and ran further into the burning shop. Smoke began to fill her vents.

The cry was getting louder as she makes her way toward the sound. But what her caught her sight, she froze. The image of her human comrades appeared in her line of sight but soon faded when she was a sparkling crying beside the frame trapped under a pillar.

She moved quickly toward the pillar and moved her arms under it. Her servo's clenched it, trying to lift it up. She could hear cracking above her but she ignored it. Her coding was telling her to protect and save.

"Pulse!" Hide called out for her, searching for her.

"Hide!" Pulse head snapped over her shoulder. "Over here!"

Hide caught sight of her, running toward her but he noticed what she was doing. His servo's moved under the pillar, helping her move it off the frame and tossing it toward the side.

Pulse moved to the sparkling, taking the little one into her arms while hide lifted the frame up into his arms. It was a matter of Kilks for them to run out of the store before it crumbled behind them.

Medics were there to greet them. Bots surrounded them. Enforces praising them but all hide and pulse did was looked at eachother and let a smile spread across their faceplates.

They both knew, without eachother, who would help one another. Pulse was a hacker and a fighter and Hide was a warrior and a savior and they needed each other.

40 Stellar Cycles- 40 Earth years

War corrupted the planet. Pulse was separated from Ironhide. She didn't know where she was and regret on not bonding with him. She tried sending a communication link out but all she got was static.

She made sure her systems were running at a hundred percent before she started to move again. Looking around, she sighs softly as she crossed the ruins of a city. The sound of rubble moved behind her.

Her head turned, pausing as she saw some of the rocks moved from the breeze. The dreaded breeze. Sighing, she lower her head but she didn't continue to walk.

She stared at the ground, seeing how clear it was still until it clicked in her head of where she was. She shuttered her optics before zoning her optics toward the three figures.

To her shock, she saw not only orion pax but also saw ironhide but she didn't recognize the other one. Her spark leaped in joy, knowing ironhide was fine. But the sound behind her was heard.

A chuckle, one so familiar to her. She turned her head as her optics widen to see a slab of metal sent toward her. Duck her head, she felt it whiz past her before it slammed into the ground.

It must of echoed below because it ended up echoing around them. "So you still live.."The mech said, his red optics glaring into her visor.

"And you're still obnoxious, RoadFist.." She stated, her fists clenched as her blasts shifted out of her arms.

He snorted and ran at her. She narrowed her optics and charged at him. Swinging her fist upward toward his jaw.

RoadFist leaned back, a smirk formed while his hand caught her's, twisting her wrist before swinging her toward the side. She forced her frame to twist, landing onto her pede's before she charged at him onces more..

Roadfist smirked, leaning forward as he charged at her. Both their fists were swung into eachother, Metal hitting metal as they side stepped. Fists being blocked, Fist behind thrown.

Dropping down, Pulse swung her leg into roadfist pede's, tempting to trip but seeing him jump over her feet, caused her to smirk before she pushed off the ground, ramming her shoulder plate into his abdomen.

Sending the mech back, causing to stumble back with a grunt. His wrist slide a sword out. Her weapons were drawn but she didn't aimed them. Instead, a weapon slot open up from her leg, shooting out two dragges that flipped into her servo's.

Clenching them in her grasps, they charged at each other until each blade collided into each other, multiple sparks flew.

Dust flew up in the air. Both sliding back before they charged at each other. Pulse moved toward the side, avoiding the blade being swung down, twisting her waist. She swung her right dagger upward, lodging it right under his armor before she pulled it toward the side, slicing his protoform.

A growl of pain escape his vocals before he twisted his side, swinging his sword downward. Catching her off guard, she felt the blade slide down her visor before Roadfist raised his pede, slamming it into her abdomen and sending her back

She flew backwards, slamming into the ground. Her pain receptors began to burn as she cries out in pain, bringing one of her servos up to cover her flickering optic.

"That's what you get for being cocky.." Roadfist chuckled, walking toward her.

She tries to sit up by pushing herself up with her servo but froze when the blade was aimed at her chassis."I wasn't being cocky.."She finally voiced out her words.

The mech chuckled loudly. "Oh you were?" He stated a question.

She smirked. " No i wasn't." She swung her arm, knocking the blade away as she aimed her blaster and fired.

The plasma shot flew into Roadfist chest, causing him to flew back into the ground with the grunt. The Shot had burned it's way into his spark chamber, but barely caused any damage.

The sound of running feet head toward. She stared at roadfist frame that was barely moving. But why couldn't she move. An servo grabbed her servo as she turned her head slightly to see those deep blue optics.

It made sense, reason why she shouldn't move. She just offlined someone for the first time in 56 years. 56 years ago, killing someone was easy for her but now.. Now it wasn't and she wasn't ready for it.

She could see it in his optics, he had killed many but this was her first. Another servo lightly brushed against the wound that was over her optic. Flinching brought her back to reality.

Hide frowned before his arms made it around her, his servo on her back and helm before pulling her close. All pulse could do was move her arms around hide waist and grip his armor.

Energon like tears began to form and fall down her silver plated face, allowing to her to cry for once in her life. Feeling his arms tighten around her to secure her and protect her, sheltering her from the world.