This is the story of the Little Artist. My Little Artist.

Long ago, the Iacon Relics were launched from Cybertron. Among them were thousands of protoforms, sent to secure the future of all Cybertronian-kind.

These Relics were sent to Earth, where they were found by humans and infected with their organic material. This was the origin of the techno-organics.

One such techno-organic was a girl called Jenna Darby, and for the first sixteen stellar-cycles of her life, she thought she was human. The Little Artist grew up, eventually encountering Team Prime and partnering up with a Wrecker: Wheeljack. They went on adventures in space and across the Earth.

Then, Jenna discovered the truth about herself, and I was forced to reveal her purpose. I was forced to reveal the prophecy.

The child of Primus and Unicron

Will come to Cybertron's new dawn,

And see the old world return to dark

Before lighting it up at the cost of her spark.

She went through with everything I asked for the sake of her friends, sacrificing herself for the future of Cybertron. But, I'm not done with her, just yet.

The hero shall fall, then once more rise -

The child of selfless demise.

The hero's story ends in poor state,

But Primus always knew their fate.

A tiny figure that glowed with a brilliant white light plummeted through a massive pit - the Well of Allsparks. Her eyes were closed, her entire form having turned white, and she seemed at peace. Her arms were spread out, her expression relaxed...

Then, she struck the center of the massive structure known as the Spark of Primus, and millions of brilliantly colored lights erupted from it. Her body was taken into the spark, empty and devoid of life.

As those millions of sparks were sent flying up and into the world of Cybertron, her broken form was lifted from the spark by an unknown force and set upon the ground. A brilliant beam of blue light found her there, and a soft chuckle rang out.

"Little Artist..." A voice chided quietly, and through the beam came a small orb of light that glowed with various shades of blue and silver. It entered the tiny body, and it was once again consumed by light. It grew and grew and grew, then it slowly faded away into nothing. What remained was not the same as what had been before the light. "Wake up."

It was dark, and it was cold, and she was scared. Then, she saw a brilliant blue light shining in the darkness.

"It's alright." A voice boomed in the darkness. She felt like she should have recognized it, but she didn't. "I know that you are confused, but you have no need to fear. Soon enough, you will remember all that has happened, little one." She felt like that name was off for some reason. Like the mysterious voice in the darkness was supposed to call her something else.

"I... I don't know who I am." She admitted, looking up at the huge shape before her, somehow knowing that it was something called a spark. "I-I'm scared."

The glow from the spark increased in brightness, and a metal hand, a servo, was extended. She slowly took it, and it felt strange - like it was both there and not. The huge white and blue being (a Cybertronian, a mech) pulled her to her feet - her peds.

She somehow knew that she was a Cybertronian, a femme. She was much smaller in size than the enormous mech, and she somehow knew that she was around the size of an average femme.

A brief and disorienting flash in her processor momentarily showed her a silver, dark-blue, pink, and black femme. She had almost the same size and shape as her.

Over the black that made up most of her frame, she was covered in turquoise, black, and silver armor. On her legs, tall turquoise boot-like armor with high-heels appeared to go up to her knees, pointed at the top and tipped with black. Then, she appeared to be wearing turquoise shorts that went from her waist down to a few inches above the tops of the boots. On her waist was a silver belt that held a large, spherical paint-bomb on the left hip, and her silver torso was bare of armor from there up to just below her ribcage. She had a turquoise chest-plate that looked almost like a skin-tight midriff-shirt on a human (how she knew what a human was, she did not know - she couldn't even tell you what one looked like in complete detail), and hanging off her rotator-cups was a long, turquoise and black, armored trench-coat.

She shakily pulled away from the mech and spun around a few times, getting a better look at the trench-coat. It was black on the inside, mostly turquoise on the outside with black ends to the sleeves and black wing-decals on the back. It went down to the middle of her calves. Her servos were silver, and they worked just like human hands.

She somehow knew that she should focus on a certain command for the coat, so she did - and the trench-coat morphed into dragon-wings. She morphed the wings back into the trench-coat, then finally examined her silver face-plate on a sheet of metal that formed the floor of the strange place.

Her face-plate looked familiar (minus the nose and freckles, which seemed like they were supposed to be there - and the color seemed off), and the helmet was like that of the femme from her vision (turquoise with black spikes) except the back rose, making it look like she was wearing a bun in hair (but what was hair?). She blinked, then gave a small smile.

"I knew that you would like your new form." The mech chuckled lightly as he watched her, like a father watching a toddler. She turned and raised an optic-brow.

"New?" She asked, confused. At least her voice sounded right. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Be calm... Soon, I will lead those who can help you to this place. They will help you regain your memory, and your place in this universe."

"Uh..."

"I'm bringing your friends, here."

"Friends?"

/\

It was morning in the Darby house - in Jasper, Nevada, a city in the country of the United States of America on the planet Earth -, around a month after they had received the news. June Darby quietly made breakfast - bacon, eggs, and buttered toast -, and she brought a plate to a bedroom door. She was silent for a moment, then she reached up and knocked twice.

"Jack?" She asked quietly, and there was no reply. "Think you're up for school, today? Miko and Raf have been calling, asking about you. They're worried... I am, too." Still no reply. "Alright, then... Agent Fowler called, too. He wants to let you know that, as soon as you graduate from high-school, he thinks that he can get you into a good college. Good news, right?" Silence.

June sighed, then set the plate down beside the door and picked up a different plate of steak and mashed potatoes that had sat out all night. She stood up straight, looking at the door, then she bowed her head and closed her eyes.

'I miss her, too.' She thought, hoping her thoughts would reach her son. 'But... I'm afraid that she's run out of miracles.'

Jack laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a frown. Then, he closed his eyes and sighed.

'One meal a day.' He told himself. 'At least one. You know the rule.' He stood and walked over to the door, and after he was sure tat his mother was gone, he opened his door, took the plate, and closed the door again, locking it.

Jack walked over to his desk, set the plate down, and took the silverware tat was on it, forcing himself to eat. It tasted bland in his mouth and was hard for him to chew, but he forced it down. He wasn't that far gone, he knew he had to eat to live.

A buzz rang out, and he looked back to see his cellphone on his bed. Miko always called first, and Raf called soon after her. They'd leave a short message, telling him how they've been, saying they missed him, and asking when he would come out. He didn't listen at first, but now he had every message pretty much memorized.

He missed them. He really did. But he wasn't ready, yet. He wasn't ready to step out of that door, to look his mother in the eyes, to get on his bike and ride past the cemetery where they had set up an honorary tombstone - paid for by the United States government through Agent Fowler. He wasn't ready to face a world where his sister would never walk again, a universe she wasn't flying around and saving.

He hoped he would be, someday. But right now... He feels as though that day will never come.

Miko lowered her phone, sighing, then looked over at Raf. They both sat on the front steps of their school together, and there was an uneasiness between them.

"Alright." She said, like she had said it a thousand times. "Your turn." Raf nodded, then he raised his phone and made the call. The two waited, then... "Voicemail?"

"Yeah." Raf replied, sighing, then he took a deep breath and smiled. "Hey, Jack. It's me, Raf. I'm doing good - finally managed to raise my grades back up after missing all of those days. So that's good... I'm taking auto-shop with Miko, this term. She's brilliant with that sort of technology, but I'm kinda struggling - b-but she agreed to help me!" The silence fell again. "So... We really miss you, Jack, and we want to see you again, soon." Miko nodded and gestured for him to hang up, and Raf moved to... Then, he raised the phone to his ear again. "... I miss her, too." Miko blinked, surprised. "She... She was like a big sister to me - and I know Miko thinks that, too. She seemed like she would always be around, and now that she isn't - everything seems a lot darker, colder, and scarier. But... But she'd want us to keep living!" Raf closed his eyes, bowing his head as tears threatened to fall. "Shewss beave, So we should be, too! You know she'd want that, Jack!"

Miko took the phone and hung up, then pulled Raf into a hug, the boy sobbing as she tried to comfort him. A bunch of students walked past, seeming to ignore the two, then...

"He still not coming out?" A voice asked, and Miko looked up. Vince stood there, a small frown on his face as his friends came to a stop behind him. Miko blinked, then sighed and slowly nodded.

"Yeah." She answered quietly, and Vince looked down, shaking his head. "Think you'll be able to give a Raf a ride home, again?"

"Yeah." Vince replied, nodding. "I can give you a ride home, too - if you want."

"Nah." Miko looked down, smiling bitterly. "I like having the time to think." Vince nodded, then he looked down at Raf.

"He'll be alright, kid." Vince turned away, frowning. "Just give him time." Vince and his friends walked off, and Raf slowly looked up.

"A-at least he's gotten nicer." He tried, and Miko gave a weak smile. "J-Jenna'd never believe it."

"Hm... I think she would."

"You d-do?"

"Yeah... She was the queen of second chances."

/\

It was nighttime on the planet Cybertron, and while all of the recently-returned/sparked inhabitants were in deep recharge, there were a few that were still awake.

Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Elita-1, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, and Sari Sundac - or Team Earth or Prime, as they were sometimes called - was wide-opticed and alert. Optimus, Knockout, and Ratchet remained in their new headquarters while the others patrolled to ensure that no one was causing trouble.

The rest of "Team Earth" was elsewhere. Arctic and Goldstrike had joined with Skylynx and Darksteel in Predaking's new pack, and they were only to be called in for emergencies. Arctic was especially adamant on this, even more so than Predaking himself. She hadn't been herself since... Since...

Many hadn't been the same since the passing of Jenna Darby. Her death had taken its tole on many.

Optimus had insisted that they all continue to live together, that they report in constantly while out of base, and that a curfew for all of Team Prime be put into place. He would not lose anyone else. Elita-1 often told him that what happened was not his fault, all to no avail.

Ratchet was either more quiet or more irritable with no in-between. He was always either silent or in a complete rage over something trivial, and it was plain to see that he was taking it harder than he would ever admit.

Arcee, Ultra-Magnus, and Smokescreen weren't particularly close to the human, but they still felt her absence. And they felt guilt as Optimus, Ratchet, and the rest did - they thought that they should have done something. Bumblebee spent much of his time trying to comfort Sari, who had taken the death of her fello techno-organic harder than almost anyone. Bulkhead spent time trying to offer what comfort he could to the one who had taken it hardest.

Wheeljack wasn't taking what happened well, at all. He barely talked to anyone, but they'd talked to him. About how he'd become distant, about how he would totally snap if annoyed, about how he needed to dial it down when they brought in a lawbreaker, about how they missed seeing him smile.

Bulkhead drove next to his old friend in vehicle-mode, the two patrolling a city that was slowly being rebuilt, and all was silent between the two that were usually full of banter and old war stories. Bulkhead didn't know what else to say - he'd tried everything, even calling Miko for advice. Nothing was helping.

"... This is Wheeljack, reporting." Wheeljack finally spoke, making a call back to HQ. "All's quiet in Kaon, as usual. Signing off, and heading back." Wheeljack had never been that formal...

"Uh... Hey, 'Jackie?" Bulkhead asked, and all went silent again. "You know, uh... She had a spark. I'm sure she's-"

"Bulkhead." Wheeljack growled lowly. "I'm warning you. I don't want to talk about h-"

:Uh...: Bumblebee suddenly reported in. :Guys? Sari and I are near the Iacon Hall of Records, and... You might want to head over and take a look at this.:

Well... Yeah. They're in for a big shock, aren't they? XD

I bet you're wondering why I chose to rewrite this. To put it simply - I fell out of love with this story. I wasn't motivated to continue writing it, and that was killing me. I mean, "The Artist" had a pretty enthusiastic following and they were excited for the sequel. I felt guilty, letting them down.

So, in order to make both sides happy, I'm rewriting this story for better quality. I'm going to do my best to keep the spirit of "The Artist", but I'm definitely going to be writing this - well - better.

So... Here we go.

I only own my OCs. Please read, review, check out my other stories, etc. Thanks! :)