I can't believe that I'm actually writing this, this AU is something that is near and dear to my heart and to actually be writing this is so exciting!

I don't own the Transformers franchise. I only own Pixie, myself, my ideas and my AU. Autobot Guardian owns her characters, herself and her ideas.


Pixie stood up from her chair and she stretched, feeling her stiff back struts crack as she raised her servos above her helm, watching the cameras of the club that Yin-Yang was working for was boring but the wages for the job was decent.

Even though right now, she really wanted to fall into recharge and sleep for the rest of her shift.

Even if it meant that she had those weird dreams again.

Pixie shivered and she pulled the armour on her shoulders closer to her body, someone was behind her, she swiftly turned around, ready to deal with whoever it was, only to stop when she saw who it was.

"Oh, it's you..." She sat back down in her chair. "What do you want Skywarp?"

"Can't a demon visit their favourite Sensitive to see how they're doing?" The black and purple demon asked.

"I'm the only Sensitive that you know idiot." Pixie shot back at him, before she turned her attention back to the cameras, groaning and banging her helm against her desk when she saw what was on the screens. "And did you have to bring your friends with you?!"

"Yes!"

"I hate you Warp."

"No you don't, you love me!"

Pixie muttered something underneath her breath, Skywarp couldn't hear what she was saying but he laughed. "Aww... Look at the little Sensitive who thinks that she can withstand a Demon!"

Pixie growled.


She was still growling when her shift ended, Skywarp had been dragged off by one of his friends earlier, leaving her alone.

Yin-Yang wasn't working tonight, which left Pixie to walk home in the rain. The femme was surprised to find out that it was water instead of acid.

"An Angel must be crying tonight." Pixie muttered, before she stepped out into the street and she walked in the direction of the nearest stop for the public transport, thinking about her life and the many questions that had haunted her ever since she was a sparkling.

Where did she come from?

And how did she become a Sensitive?

And why did she have bouts of amnesia when she was a youngling?

She didn't have the answers to her questions, even after all these vorns.

"Who am I?" She whispered to herself before she got on the shuttle when it arrived and she sat down on a seat.

Her next question was a whisper on the wind.

"What am I?"


Sideswipe sat by a window, a few months had passed since Huntress had been born, the little sparkling clearly took after her mother but she had the colouring of her father with red facial markings.

She was crying and everyone was trying to figure out what was wrong, but Sideswipe had an idea of what was wrong and he kept it to himself, mainly because he felt the same way.

"You miss them." He told the little one in his arms. "Don't you? You miss the family that you've never met, the family that should be here..."

It had been a few months for them but Sideswipe knew that it had been horns for those still trapped on Cybertron, it was almost time.

"Just hold on for a little bit longer." Sideswipe muttered to himself. "We're coming to get you guys and we will bring you home."

The fully grown silver cyber-wolf that was sitting next to him, nudged his leg, getting his attention. He reached down and he scratched behind a green tipped ear.

"Just hold on for a little bit longer..."


Skywarp hummed to himself as he made his way through the maze of the back alleys of Praxus, he had dealt with his charges for today, talked to his favourite Sensitive and he got to have a little fun.

So, today had been a good day.

His wings twitched when he turned a corner and he stopped.

Something was wrong.

He booted up his com. link and he was about to call one of his brothers for help when a shadow fell over him.

He didn't even have a chance to scream.