Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (AU) Even Cybertronians sometimes think they are something they are not. On Cybertron, one Cybertronian is not what she appears to be. Actually a male spark is house in the femme bot's body. Can she/he hide the femme form away from prying male optics, and make friends/protectors of her/he secret?

"blah" – Comm. Specking
blah – thinking

The One Called Prowl
by Yami-Yugi

Chapter 1

It was a dark and stormy night on Cybertron, a tall sender figure race through back alleys of Cybertron's capital. The figure had a small bundle rapped in its arms. The reason the figure was running was that it was being chase by taller bigger Cybertronians, mostly the Decepticon kind. "Hey you freak!" they shouted "Come back here! How dare a freak like you have a sparkling from one of us?"

You're the ones that force me to join sparks with HIM. The figure thought.

"Once we get you we'll get rid of that filth of a sparkling and then tear you apart piece by piece until there is nothing left of you freak!"

The figure ran until it ducks into an abandon energon warehouse. The figure hid in the shadows as its followers ran past. Light blue optics watched and make sure the small group had left. That was close... Young crying of computer like sounds came from the bundle in the figure's arms. The figure slowly looked down and gently unwrapped the bundle a bit to look into the face of the small little sparkling, crying its little blue optics out. "Shhh..." the figure spoke softly to the little sparkling "It's okay Little Bee... You're safe now, I'm still here..." I know I can't keep you... the figure thought as it watch the little sparkling clam down and went back into stasis sleep I'm already a freak as it is... I don't want you to suffer the same fate... The figure tired to stay awake but all that running had tired it out as it slid down the wall to the floor. "...I-I promise...I-I'll find someone to take better care...o-of you then I can..." With that the figure also fell into stasis sleep.

The next morning, the figure was still in a deep sleep where it fell asleep that precious night. It was so much a sleep it didn't hear the crying sounds of the hungry sparkling in its arms. At that moment another small group of Cybertronians came into the old warehouse. "I don't think there is any energon clues left in this old building, Prime." one spoke to the taller one of the group.

"I know Jazz but I thought I heard a sparkling crying."

"It rare that young sparkling could survive during these troubling times." said another one. That's when the small group heard the crying.

"Hey, I hear it. It's coming from that way." the first spoke again. The small group of three fallowed the sound the hungry crying sparkling until they found the young one and the figure.

"By Primus..." the taller started as he stare at the figure that was covering it's frame by a thick heavy cloak, a hood covering most the figure's face.

"Is that...a femme?" the first asked.

"It looks like it but it's hard to tell from the cloak."

The third came over to check the crying little sparkling, but just he tried to gently take the sparkling from the figure's arms, said figure woke from stasis, and started to protectively hug the crying sparkling form him. "Hey take it easy." the first said as the figure slowly stood up, the body language saying the figure was a bit piss off "We're not trying to steal ya sparkling." The figure wasn't quite that sure.

"We mean you know harm." the taller spoke "I am Optimus Prime."

"...Optimus Prime...?" To the groups surprised a male voice came from the slender body. The figure was almost as tall as Jazz.

"I assume you heard of me?" The figure nods.

"...Every Cybertronian knows of the great Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots..."

The little sparkling was still crying. "The little one must be hungry." said the third.

"...Yeah..."

"What's your name?" asked the first.

The figure looked away from them. "...I just don't give anyone my name..."

"I see." said Optimus "What are you doing in here?"

"We were hiding form Decepticons. They wanted to hurt the little one."

"If you want, you can come with us."

The figure looked at them. "...You sure want a bot like me around...?"

"Why you asked something like that?" said the third.

"...Well..." The group watched as the figure slowly removed the hood that coved its head and face, revealing a very feminine face.

"Yer a femme..." started the first.

Light blue optics glare at him. "I'm NOT a femme!" 'she' shouted with the male voice.

"But you look like..."

"Enough Jazz." said Optimus "You upsetting...him..." 'She' looked very grateful that Optimus didn't call 'her' a her. "You are still welcome to come with us." Optimus said "You and the sparkling will be safe among the Autobots."

"...Very well... ...But I don't anyone else calling me a femme..." 'She' once again used 'her' free hand to recover 'her' face with the hood.

"I'll make sure of it." said Optimus. As 'she' started to fallow the group out, the little sparkling was still crying. "What's the little one's name?" Optimus asked gently.

"Bumblebee..." was all 'she' said.

Once they arrived that headquarters, 'she' was relieved that there not many bots around. "Mostly everyone is on missions' right now." spoke Optimus when he notices the body language "You have nothing to worry about." The little hungry sparkling was still crying. "Jazz goes get some energon for our guests and meet us at Ratchet's medical bay."

"Right away, Prime." the first called Jazz said with a salute and went to do just that. When the rest of them arrived at said medical bay, the third, who 'she' thought was probably called Ratchet closed the door.

"Its okay if I do a medical checkup on the little one?" he had asked after he turned from the door and came over.

"...Very well..." 'she' said. Ratchet gently take the crying sparkling from 'her' arms.

"The sparkling wasn't the only thing the Decepticons wanted to hurt where they...?" Optimus said. 'She' looked up at him a bit surprised. At that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Ratchet. Prime. It's me." Jazz's voice was heard behind the door.

Optimus came over to open the door for Jazz who was carrying the said energon he was ask to get. He let Jazz in, and as Jazz handed a cup of energon to 'her' Optimus had closed the door again. "...Thanks..." 'she' said once the cup of energon was given to 'her'.

"Hey no prob." said Jazz with a smile.

At that moment Ratchet came back over with the crying sparkling. "Other then being a hungry little guy, he's checks out just fine." Ratchet said with a smile as he gave the little one back over to her.

"...Are you sure it's boy...?" 'she' asked a bit worried and confused.

"Why are you so worried? Did you want a boy?" Ratchet asked.

"...Now it's not that..." 'she' said.

"It quite easy to tell if a sparkling is a male or a femme." Ratchet smiled "The little sparkling had a blue spark so it's a male. If it was a femme the little one would had a pink one."

"...Then Primus must had mess up with me..." 'she' said as she started to give the little sparking the bottle of energon after stopping drinking from 'her' cup.

The three Autobots looked a bit confused. "What made you say something like that?" asked Optimus.

"...-sigh-..." Once the little sparkling was finished eating and calming down and going back asleep, 'she' gently pass the sparking back over to Ratchet before standing up from the chair 'she' was sitting in. 'She' she gently slid of the cloak, showing the three Autobots in the room the slender femme body.

"I thought ya said yer not a femme?" said Jazz confused.

"...I'm not..." 'she' said with a sad sigh "...I'm a male..."

"But ya looked femme to me."

'She' glare at him. "Can a femme do this?" 'she' started with a growl, and then punch Jazz hard in the face place, sending the bot to the ground.

"...S-Sorry I ask..." Jazz said from the floor.

Ratchet slowly near 'her'. "Is it okay if I see your spark?" he asked slowly. 'She' nods and slowly opens the part of 'her' chest where the spark chamber was, and there pulsating was a blue spark.

"If you're a male..." started Optimus "How did...?"

"...I'm not sure..." 'she' said as chest closed back up.

"So...this little one...?" started Ratchet.

'She' nods slowly. "...Yeah the little one is mine... You can blame those Decepticons thinking I was a femme and force me to spark join with one of them..."

"I can see why you don't trust others." said Optimus.

"...Prowl..." 'she' said.

"Huh?"

'She' looked up at them with a serious look. "My name is Prowl."