Okay, so this is the first Transformers fic I've ever written, so go easy on me if I get some of the lingo wrong. Anyway, this is an idea I've been brewing for quite some time and I've got the first three and a bit chapters written up already. I hope it's good!

Blurb:

Blurr didn't die - simple fact. But when his remains are recovered and his body rebuilt, the young femme who found him becomes intent on restoring the memory he lost. Will her self-given quest prove successful, or will Blurr's memory remain lost?

Set during Transformers Animated Season 3. Rating may go up.

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Search and Rescue

"I can't catch you, but I can trap you," Shockwave purred as he tapped at some buttons on the console by the door. He heard the distant clunk of the steel doors within closing, and his single optic narrowed with spiteful glee as he watched the blue dot that represented Blurr slow down and stop as his route out was blocked.

Blurr pushed against the wall with all his might, doing his best to push it back. He couldn't die here, he wouldn't die here! There had to be a way out! He pushed and pushed but the walls were too heavy for him, they just kept on coming, and to Blurr it felt horrifically slow.

Everything was squeezed out of him as the walls pressed in on him, and as they crushed him only one thought passed through Blurr's processor.

"I will not die here."

"There has to be something here I can sell," Flash Bang thought out loud, looking about the heap of to-be-incinerated scrap. She was desperate for some Energon, but couldn't understand why it was so darned expensive.

Thing like the ridiculous price of Energon began a tirade of thoughts that ended in Flash Bang feeling certain she could run the planet better than anyone else could. Not that she'd want to – she was only a messenger, and not a very well-known one. Her femme creator had opened up a delivery service of her own a few months after her partner, Flash Bang's mech creator, died in the Great War, and Flash Bang was one of her primary deliverers. But the young femme dreamed of an infinitely greater life. She wanted to be known, to meet mechs, to scale the ranks of Cybertron, to see other worlds, to be someone.

She clambered through the piles of junk, conscious of her limited time there. The incinerator was set to go off before long. She had been searching for hours, and was fairly sure she wasn't going to find anything valuable. But then, something very heavy fell on her head.

"Ow!" she yelped as she fell over. She sat where she was for a moment, dizzy from the sudden impact. "What on Cybertron was that?"

She looked about her, optics scanning for anything that hadn't been there before. Her blue optics fell on something that was equally as blue – a large cube. On closer inspection, Flash Bang realised it was actually a cube of crushed metal. She took it in her servos, not anticipating the burning heat of it.

"Ouch!" she cried, shaking her servos to cool them down. "What ever this was it was severely overworked recently."

She knelt down to get a better look at it. There didn't seem to be anything in particular about it. It was just crushed metal. Flash Bang was about to turn away from it when she saw something inside it through a large gash. It was a very faint glow, and it looked a little bit like a tiny spark. She took a piece of metal from the floor to poke at it with, moving the cube to a better angle so she could see inside. And there it was, clear as day, a very weak spark glowing within.

"What is this?" she wondered out loud. If it was alive then it was in terrible shape, she had to get some help immediately! But how could she get it anywhere if it was too hot to touch? She looked about her for something to use, and eventually her optics fell on a spool of steel cord.

"Brilliant," she said as she took it and began to tie it to the cube. She took a thick sheet of scrap metal and tied it to her back, using it to protect her shell from the heat of the cube as she strapped it in place. She was ready to go, but she still hadn't found anything to sell.

"Warning: incinerator activated," a voice said over the intercom.

"Oh, slag, you're kidding me!" she cried. The fire erupted into life just feet behind her, causing her to jump out of her shell in surprise and run for the side of the rubbish heap. She dug her servos into the monumental pile and began to scale it up to the hatch she'd come in through.

I am not going to die, she kept telling herself, I will not die here!

The added weight of the cube on Flash Bang's back made it hard to move as fast as she would have liked, but she didn't stop to get rid of it. The cube was alive! She couldn't leave it!

She was nearly at the top, and she couldn't be more grateful to Primus, but then the rubbish began to move. The fire was melting the rubbish quicker than she'd thought, and it was quickly dragging her down with it. She carried on going, however, determination overriding everything else. She felt the heat licking at her heel struts which only spurred her on faster. Something about the whole situation seemed dreadfully important, not that she felt her life was a waste. But the cube… the heavy lump of living metal strapped to her back seemed to be infinitely important. But Flash Bang was being dragged down quicker than she was climbing up. Was she doomed?

"You can do it," a weak voice said.

"Who said that?" Flash Bang asked, wanting to look around but knowing there were considerably more important things to do.

"Who do you think?" the voice asked somewhat shakily. She didn't bother to pursue the argument, as she'd just managed to come across a rather handy ladder that had been thrown into the incinerator. She climbed the ladder swiftly, and only just managed to get off it and into the tunnel at the top before it fell back into the flames.

"Thank Primus," she muttered as she collapsed onto the floor of the tunnel. "Now to get help."

She knew exactly who to go to, and she knew exactly where he'd be. The walk wasn't long, but it was filled with patrols and she was out long after curfew. Flash Bang wasn't called Flash Bang for nothing, however. She had a trick that no other Autobot had built into their systems – flash bang charges.

She walked down the street, taking to the shadows to avoid been seen as much as possible. She hoped not to have to use her charges, but she would do happily if needs be. She wasn't far from her destination when she was spotted.

"You there!" a patroller called out. "What are you doing here?"

"Take that!" Flash Bang called out dramatically, throwing out a charge. She was impervious to the charges herself, but the patrollers weren't. They all clawed at their visors as the vicious flash burnt their optics and the tremendous bang sent their audio receptors buzzing. Flash Bang giggled innocently and took off at full speed down the street.

It wasn't long after that when she arrived at Perceptor's lab. Perceptor had been helped by Flash Bang's mech creator stellar cycles ago, back in the days before the war and before he'd deleted his own emotions. He owed her family a favour.

"Perceptor!" she yelled as she rushed into his lab unannounced. "I need you to look at this." She dumped the cube rather ungracefully down on an empty workbench by Perceptor, who had yet to even acknowledge her arrival. He continued to work on whatever it was he was doing, poking at some Energon-enriched substance. After about a minute, he looked up at her.

"What is this, Flash Bang?" he asked. That gratingly artificial voice of his always made her cringe. "You do know it is after curfew, correct?"

"Yes, Perceptor," she huffed. "I know full well it is." She jabbed a digit in the direction of the cube. "There's a spark inside."

If he'd had emotions, Perceptor would have looked at her with disbelief. "Really, Flash Bang? This isn't another of your jokes, is it?"

"No, Perceptor!" she insisted, frustrated. "Take a look and see for yourself. I nearly fried over this thing so if you don't take a look at it I am gonna be so slagging annoyed you won't believe it!"

Perceptor, against his better judgment, took a look into the cube through the gash on one side. The metal had cooled down by now, and was perfectly fine to touch. Flash Bang waited nervously, hoping the spark hadn't gone out during the trip. Perceptor didn't look surprised, obviously, but he pushed himself away and simply said to Flash Bang, "You're right."

"I told you!" she moaned. "Do you have any idea who it is?"

"None," Perceptor admitted. "No blue coloured Autobots have been reported missing recently."

"Can you do anything?" Flash Bang prompted. Perceptor stood up and began to peruse his vast collection of tools.

"Yes," he said. "But I'll require Wheeljack."

"Well, I'm a messenger-bot, ain't I?" she asked sarcastically.

"Which is why I assumed you would fetch him when I prompted," Perceptor told her as he took a selection of tools from their stand. Flash Bang saw no point in continuing to try getting an emotion-based reaction from the scientist and left to find Wheeljack.

Flash Bang pottered along the brightly lit hallways for a while, looking into rooms for Wheeljack. Thankfully, for the sake of her dignity, most were empty and she therefore had no reason to bumble about with excuses before making a rushed apology and exit.

After a while she became bored of looking for Wheeljack, and was about to go back to Perceptor to ask about where he might be when she turned a corner and crashed head-long into missing scientist.

"Primus!" he yelled as he dropped data pads everywhere. Flash Bang fell to the floor from the impact, and eagerly took to scooping up data pads when she saw what had happened.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she said quickly. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Not to worry, femme," he replied as he picked up the last of the data pads. "Nothing was broken."

He took a moment to look at Flash Bang and, when he didn't recognise her, ask her who she was.

"Flash Bang, sir," she told him. "I'm a delivery-bot for Mercury Deliveries and sparkling of the owner, Mercury."

"You're Mercury's sparkling?" he asked, slightly in disbelief. "As in Gearshift's sparkmate?"

"Yes, sir," Flash Bang said quietly. Gearshift had fought in the war, and had died protecting Iacon from the Decepticons. Flash Bang and Mercury had both been devastated by their loss, but it had prompted Mercury to start her delivery business in order to support herself and Flash Bang. Flash Bang had still learnt every thing she knew from Gearshift, and was thus very close to him.

"I was sorry to hear of his death," Wheeljack said softly. "I still am. He was a brilliant bot."

"Thank you, sir," she said.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," he said as he moved to go past her. "I've got work to do."

"Sir, wait!" Flash Bang called out, suddenly remembering why she was there.

"What is it?" he asked, turning back to look at her.

"Perceptor asked me to find you," she said. "He needs your help."

"With what?"

"I found a cube of crushed metal with a spark inside," she explained. "I think he needs your helping saving it."

"A spark? Well, we'd best be off," he wasted no time in transforming and speeding down the hall back the way Flash Bang had come. Flash Bang followed, transforming into a small red sports car and overtaking the scientist with ease.

"You've got Mercury's speed, I see," he remarked. Flash Bang didn't reply.

Once at Perceptor's lab, the two returned to robot mode and entered. Perceptor had peeled away most of the metal, which left the dimly-glowing spark exposed.

"Ah, Wheeljack," the bot said. "I need a protoform, quickly." Wheeljack huffed and transformed again, heading from the nearest place where a protoform could be found. Flash Bang had no idea where they were stored nowadays, but remembered Gearshift telling her about when the cyber ninjas protected them.

"Flash Bang, whilst we wait for Wheeljack," Perceptor began, "care to tell me where you discovered this?"

"Um…" Flash Bang hesitated, "in the incinerator."

"And you were in there for what reason?" Perceptor pushed.

"Honestly, Perceptor, what do you think?" Flash Bang snapped harshly. Perceptor took the time to poke at his previous project for a moment.

"I think that if something happened to you, Mercury would be inconsolable," he replied.

"And how long have you been the expert on emotions?" she retorted, but neither of them said any more, initiating a long and awkward silence.

Wheeljack returned before too much longer with a fresh protoform in his arms. Perceptor quickly cleared some space for the body and had Wheeljack put it down. The two scientists quickly worked together, Wheeljack taking a hold of the spark using an electromagnetic beam whilst Perceptor made sure nothing in the cube would damage it as it was removed. Wheeljack took it with the utmost care, taking it as slowly as possible. Flash Bang felt her systems slow down to match the intensity of the situation; she was as eager to save the spark as the scientists were. It felt like time had stopped as Wheeljack finally placed the dimming spark into the fresh protoform.

For a moment, nothing happened… at all. Wheeljack and Perceptor both exchanged a glance that seemed to ask "did it work?" The protoform didn't seem to be accepting the spark, and Flash Bang's own spark sank as she began to wonder if her whole ordeal had been for nothing.

But then, suddenly, the spark surged. The room was filled with a brilliant blue light, and Flash Bang's spark leapt with glee as her optics adjusted and she saw the dying spark had grown into a powerful orb. The spark settled into the protoform's chest, and the entire thing began to glow, obscuring the grey body for a while. When the light finally faded, the grey protoform had morphed into a spark-blue mech with hollow wheels and a slim, speedy frame.

"Agent Blurr?" Wheeljack cried, completely stunned. "The cube was Agent Blurr from Intelligence?"

"You mean the ex-racer?" Flash Bang asked curiously. She's heard the name before, but not from Intelligence. Her femme creator had told her of Blurr being a racer.

"That's right," Perceptor replied. "He was sent to Earth some time ago, but word hasn't been heard from him in quite some time."

"Who's Blurr?" a weak voice asked. Everyone looked at Blurr, and the genuine confusion in his optics made it obvious he wasn't joking.

Providing I get reviews, I'll have the next chapter up ASAP, so if you liked it, well, review! :P