Chapter 1

Transformers Belongs To Hasbo

Lisa and future characters Belong To TC_Stark

Future Character Belongs to AutobotNightfury

Julia Belongs To PixelTheLittlestFembot

Quick A/N: This story came to be after watching the newest Transformers movie. It ties in with the fact that the Autobots were being hunted down and the Decepticons secretly taking over. It is not quite in the Movie universe though. It is an AU that is a mix of Prime/Movie with added characters from other series. Most characters will take on the look of the Prime series. I'm sorry if it seems confusing. I just liked the idea of Optimus losing faith in humans and them being hunted. Thank you so much for reading and please enjoy.

Optimus looked up to the stars with a tired and forlorn expression. They had meant to be friends to the humans but it had all been betrayed. They hunted them and killed out of fear. His brothers and sisters dwindled under his leadership because they had been promised peace with the natives. Now, there was nothing but hate and anguish from those that he and the others had tried so hard to defend.

"What are we going to do, Optimus…?" Ratchet asked quietly, walking up to stand beside his Prime.

Optimus took a heavy sigh before responding, "The humans as a whole will never see us as a friend, old friend. They are young but they have showed their true colors. I can not allow defending the humans, if they continue to hunt us when we attempt to help them. We are leaving, Ratchet."

Ratchet slowly nodded his helm in agreement. Their race had to come first to them. They had meddled in the affairs of these younglings for much too long. Nothing would have stopped the Decepticons from trying to take this planet anyhow.

"But they are not all bad, just like us." Optimus continued, "My conscious would never be clear if I allowed the entire race to be eradicated by others of our kind. Tell the others to find a human, only if they wish to, and bring them. They will stand as their guardian and guide to our ways. Their human will resist, as to be expected, but when their world burns they will realize the gift we have given them."

"You were always too soft, Optimus. Even now you would wish to save the few that you can. How do you plan on us feeding them and taking care of them? They are more complex than a simple pet." Ratchet asked with concern. Luckily, it was just a few humans and maybe they would be able to manage.

"I have been considering that, Ratchet. It would be no hard feat for you and others to come up with a way of making an artificial supplement for them. Clothing and other such materials can easily be replicated but we will take a supply for them. There is death in the air already, Ratchet. The Decepticons have already made their move and the humans still go on with their daily lives. They do not know what's coming." Optimus spoke, the melancholy evident in his voice. He had loved the humans as a father would his children. It hurt him to make an ultimatum decision. They could not remain here.

Ratchet shook his helm and smiled, "Looks like I'll be needing Bumblebee and the others help in this endeavor. But, you know not many will wish to take a human, Prime. They have been hurt and few would realize the goodness that lies within.

"If even a single life is saved, then I will consider it a success."

"I cannot believe Optimus would even consider bringing humans with us." Prowl growled, his cop alternate mode drawing eyes upon him as he drove next to racecar companion.

"Don't be such a stiff, Prowl." Jazz laughed kind-heartedly, enjoying the lazy drive, "They're not all bad, you know. Any race that makes music like them must have some kind of good in them."

The police car grumbled as he mulled over his mate's words. Jazz had always been the kinder between them, while Prowl had remained the strict one that did not tolerate ignorance. Their relationship was the epitome of the saying, "Opposites attract."

"Besides," Jazz continued, "We can still learn a lot from them and their culture. They even have these things called marriages and it's like us spark merging except you don't lose part of your soul if the other dies. Also, they're really easy to get out of."

"Then what is even the point of getting married then if it means so little?"

"I don't know about that, Prowl. Think about it, they stay with each other because they love each other and when it doesn't work out, they try to mend it. They don't have the threat of spark scars to scare them into remaining together." Jazz said, a smile in his tone of voice.

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Prowl grumbled, quickly becoming uncomfortable with the conversation, "Do you want to get a divorce?"

He was surprised to hear Jazz erupt into laughter.

"Aw, Prowler you're so cute. I wouldn't of worked this hard to get you admitting you like mechs if I didn't want to keep you for the rest of my life." Jazz chuckled, but his voice held how much he truly cared for his mate.

"Don't get sappy on me, Jazz."

"Me? Get sappy? Never." Jazz grinned to himself, "But I'll make a deal with you, Prowler."

Now Prowl's interest was peaked, "What kind of deal?"

"Alright, I'll show you that you can find good humans in the worst of places." Jazz announced, "And if I win, you have to be on bottom next time we interface."

A loud engine roar emitted as Prowl revved his motor, "And what do I get if I win and the humans are just as vile as the rest of them?"

"Well, Prowler, that's a good question. If you win, I'll let you tie me up and spank me while calling me a naughty mech." Jazz smirked.

"How is that different from every other night?" It was Prowl's turn to get a lustful tone, "No, I want you to get on your knees every night for a week and do that thing with your glossa that I like."

Both mechs felt their plating heat up as they exchanged verbal foreplay. Sometimes their attraction was so strong that it only took a few words to get them riled up.

"You got yourself a deal. I haven't got to feel your port in a long time."

Jazz had known exactly where to take Prowl. It had been a place he had found when he went on drives through the more seedy areas around town. The drives had initially been caused by the fact that this area had a few good places to hear some decent music.

"Teasers…? What is this place, Jazz?" Prowl asked suspiciously, putting himself into park next to his mate. From where he was, he had a clear view inside through a window. He was surprised to find human females shedding their clothing.

"A strip club. It's where mainly males go to and toss currency for these girls to dance and 'put on a show.' The girls usually get paid pretty well but it's not very accepted in their culture since the girls can often be subjected to pretty bad people and apparently showing off their bodies somehow makes them horrible people." Jazz explained, "But the people that watch are just 'there for a good time.' Humans can be really odd."

Prowl couldn't agree more. The men inside didn't look friendly in the least and he recognized the look of lust and greed in their eyes. It reminded him of staring at Decepticons.

"You really think you can show me a good human here? I hope your knees don't get too sore. Even the females look unpleasant."

"That's because you're not looking hard enough. Look over to the right. The little red-headed femme. She's here a lot and she usually draws a pretty big crowd. That femme looks like a little flame when she's on stage." Jazz admired.

Prowl gave a low growl, "You've been coming here to stare at a naked femme?"

"It's not like that, Prowl. Just watch her dance. She's beautiful and so is her dancing. It's like she blocks out everyone and just focuses on the music."

The police car was still irritated but did as his mate asked. He had looked at the femme with irritated optics but slowly the feeling started to ebb away. As much as he hated Jazz being right, she did look alluring as she danced. The way her hips swayed, her skin smooth and flawless, even the way her short curls bounced as she did her routine. Her green eyes looked inviting and kind as she looked over the crowd.

It was a sure thing to say that he was irritated that the human was making his armor flush, especially with his mate next to him. The femme just looked so soft and enticing. A youthful face that held hope and happiness, while the others were faded and had lost hope.

Then something caught Prowl's optic that made him inwardly frown, "The femme has bruises."

The discovery caused Jazz to look a bit closer. Her dancing had distracted him from taking a good look at parts of her frame. There were dark bruises around her wrists and near her ribcage on each side. A fresh looking bruise on her cheek was partially hidden by a bit of makeup.

"Those don't look like they were caused by the pole." Jazz replied, feeling a sickness rise in his tank, "You think someone did that to her?"

"I don't think, I know. They're fresh and some of the older ones are starting to fade." Prowl growled. Of course humans would hurt their own kind as much as they had hurt them.

Both sat in silence as the femme had finished up her routine and went to the back to clean up. It had been her last dance of the night. Prowl didn't know why they were still there but he had wanted to see the human leave.

"It's really dark out, Prowler. You think we can make sure she gets home alright? This place isn't the best." Jazz asked, "She'll feel safer with a police car watching her."

"Fine, but then we're going back to base."

Jazz agreed and they waited for the human a few moments before she finally came out. She looked just as pleasant in clothes as she had with none at all. Something was off though, she looked a nervous and there was a look of fear in her green eyes.

It was then that they noticed the man walking up. He was muscled and wore similar clothes to what most male humans wore, but he was wearing a dirty look.

"Lisa, you were supposed to be done an hour ago. You think I like sitting around here just to pick your worthless ass up?" the man spat, grabbing ahold of the girl by her bicep. It seemed silly that the man would do such an act so close to a police car but the dark had mostly hidden Prowl and even then, there was nobody to be seen driving it.

"We were a hundred dollars from paying rent, Scott… I couldn't just leave." the girl spoke, but her voice was timid. It was obvious she was afraid of this Scott character.

"I don't like this, Prowl…" Jazz muttered through their comlink.

"Neither do I."

Her words only seemed to irritate the man farther as he tightened his grip and her a rough shake, "So there's nothing extra is there?! Fuck, I'm surprised anyone would even pay to watch you dance."

Lisa was flinching under his hold, a hand on his to try and loosen his grip, "You're hurting me, Scott… I've got to work tomorrow. Maybe there will be something then."

"You listen, and you listen good. I've been good to you." the man seethed, "I let you live with me. Even share my food with you. Now, don't you think you owe me?"

Lisa took a deep breath before responding, "Maybe...Maybe we can look for a job for y-you… Then there would be a second income."

Prowl and Jazz both gasped inwardly as the man backhanded the red-head. The blow was so great that the hold on her was the only thing keeping her upright. She was just so small and he was so big.

The night was instantly filled with the sounds of a police siren. Instantly, the man let go of her and let her drop to the ground.

"I didn't lay a hand on her!" he yelled, backing away from Lisa with his hands up.

Prowl used his speakers to communicate as he spoke, "Step away from the female with both hands up. Ma'am, carefully get to your feet and get in the passenger seat. You are under protective custody until further notice."

The girl still looked dazed but nodded her head. Prowl was furious to see a thin trickle of blood running down her bottom lip. As soon as she stepped in, Prowl ordered, "Now walk away, and if I ever catch you around these parts again I'll have you arrested faster than you know."

He was satisfied as the man took off like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. But his attention was turned to the girl curled into his seat. It was then that he realized that she was staring wide-eyed at the driver seat… the empty driver seat.

"Y-You're...one of those robots…?" Lisa gasped, pressing herself deeper into the seat. It had not been long since the incident in Chicago and the destruction was still fresh in everyone's mind.

"Easy there, sunshine. We don't mean you any harm." Jazz's voice filtered in through Prowl's comlink, "That man hurt you and we couldn't just let you go home with him."

"Why do you even live with him?" Prowl growled, "He is a pathetic creature that hurts you and you just keep going back to him. Why?"

"Easy, Prowler."

"Because he's my boyfriend." Lisa finally spoke up, gingerly wiping at her busted lip.

Both were alarmed as she uttered those words. He was supposed to be her potential mate?!

"And you love him…?" Jazz asked slowly.

"I...I must be dreaming… He wasn't always like that, but I just didn't know how to get out." Lisa explained, still wide-eyed. It wasn't everyday that she was saved by giant killer robots that could destroy a whole city.

Prowl engine came to life as he started to back up, "Well, then we're going to give you a way out then."

The life suddenly came back to Lisa's eyes as she jolted up in her seat, "Where are we going?!"

Jazz was wondering the same thing, "Are we really taking the human, Prowler?"

"Am I driving?"

"Yes?"

"Then the answer is yes."

Jazz was left in stunned silence. It had started out as a sort of bet, he didn't know they would actually find a human they were wanting to take with them.

"Prime said to find a human that had good in them. If she can try to find the good in someone like that man, then she must be a saint." Prowl huffed, but eased when he felt the girl trembling in his seat. The heat was soon clicked on low to help warm her up.

Jazz couldn't help but smirk as they drove in silence. He was impressed she had put a small crack in his hard exterior.

"You know, I just realized something." Jazz purred happily.

"And what would that be?"

"You lost the bet, but it's okay. I'm going to take it easy on you, Prowler."

Julia hugged her books close to her chest as she walked. Her foster parents did not live in the best of areas and it always made her nervous to walk alone. It was the type of area that people would look at people like her and size them up to see what they could get from them. She wished her foster parents would pick her up from school but they always told her that they were too busy for her.

A small sigh escaped her mouth. At least she was a senior in highschool and soon she would be moving off for college and out of the care of the state. She was just lucky that she had managed to get enough scholarships to pay for most of the tuition and books.

"Hey, babe, you look a little lonely." a voice spoke up behind her. It was dark and she hadn't noticed anyone even close to her.

Julia quickly attempted a small smile, "I'm fine. My house is just a few blocks away."

The man simply smirked and walked even closer. From this distance she could see his poor dental hygiene and pocketed skin. He had a way of making her feel dirty without even touching her.

"You sure about that?" he asked, reaching up to finger her hair, "I think you could use the company, so do my friends."

A few more chuckles could be heard in the dark. She wished that they had more streetlights so that she could actually see who was all around her. A rough push sent her stumbling into an alley way. Her heart began to pound painfully as she backed away from them. There was about five men all together and she was rightfully frightened.

"P-Please, I don't want any trouble. I'm just going home." she pleaded, her books clutched even tighter to herself. Her blue eyes were widened in fear as one of them approached, knocking the books from her arms.

"That right? And we're just wanting to spend some time with you." the man sneered, his hot breath in her face as he gripped her chin.

Tears were starting to well up in Julia's eyes. She kept looking around for an escape but she was surrounded and their sneering faces caused her to back up even farther. A scream escaped her as the man jerked her by her shirt and threw her on the hard cement below.

"Better keep that mouth of yours shut. We don't want any spectators." the man growled, reaching down to grip at her pants, not even bothering with the button or zipper.

Julia pleaded once more as she struggled against him, but was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like an ambulance siren and the metal shifting against metal. A flash of orange and white was all she saw as she buried her face into her arms, feeling the man's hands leaving her.

"Pathetic creatures, it isn't enough to abuse our kind without taking the time to hurt your own." a male voice bellowed, the stomping being heard over her. Whatever it was must of been positioned over her.

"Leave or I will disobey the Prime's orders and put an end to each and everyone of you." it warned once more, a loud engine roar filling the area.

"It's one of those fucking robots!" one of the men screamed, scrambling away as fast as he could while the others followed close behind. Julia could have sworn that whatever was over her was breathing heavy through his nose, but it sounded off.

It then made her realize that she was the only person still there and the creature had warned everyone of them to leave, but she was frozen in fear.

Ratchet huffed once more as he watched the humans run. Disgusting creatures that made his armor crawl with revulsion. Not only did they hunt his kind, but also their own. Glancing down, he saw the small femme curled into a ball, her cries not lost to his sharp olfactory senses.

It struck him that she was probably now crying because of him, rather than the humans that had tried to hurt her. He had been driving when he had seen the humans back her into the alleyway. It would have been so easy to just drive on and ignore her pleads for them to leave her alone. But, she had looked so helpless all on her own and not wanting any trouble.

Then he had stepped in when the man had pulled at her clothing, having felt white hot rage fill his chassis.

Kneeling down before her, he slowly ran his digit along her small back, "Are you okay, little one?"

His voice caused the femme to curl even tighter on herself. Ratchet knew it must have been because she thought the warning had been for her too. Gently nudging her he spoke, "Do not be afraid. I was not angry with you, just those human males that wanted to harm you. Look up, I do not wish you harm."

His soothing words caused her to uncurl, if only a little. Her blue eyes peeking through her arms at him. They were wide and having trouble taking him in. He could not blame her for being frightened.

"I-I'm sorry…" she whimpered, curling back up again.

A confused expression crossed Ratchet's face, "And what are you sorry for? You haven't done anything wrong, femmling."

When she didn't respond, he gently scooped her into his palm and brought her up to optic level with him. He knew it would scare her but he needed to calm her sooner rather than later.

"If I wanted to harm you, I would have stepped on you." he pointed out, feeling her ease into his palm. He could tell she was calming slightly, growing aware that he did not want to hurt her.

Sniffling, she responded, "Please don't step on me."

A chortle rumbled in his throat as he heard her, "And have that mess to clean off my ped? No thank you."

An idea was worming into his processor that caused him to frown. It was obvious she lived somewhere in this decrepit place. She was so small and young. It struck him that she did not have an easy life here.

"Do you have a family?" he asked, setting her down on the ground.

The femme worked her jaw a little before responding, "No, sir. They died a long time ago."

Those were the only words he needed before he transformed, opening the passenger door for her, "Then get inside. I'm going to take you somewhere a whole hell of a lot nicer than this place."

Ratchet could see the conflict in her eyes as she stared at him, unsure what to do. Finally, she took a step toward him and clammered inside. The seatbelt instantly came down gently to click her safely in.

"What is your designation?"

"I-It's Julia. What… What is yours?"

"My creators gave me the name Ratchet, Julia." he responded, starting to pull away to drive off.

"Thank you, Mr. Ratchet."