A/N: Yeah I know. "Another Transformers fanfiction? Does this girl think of anything else?" My friends and family have already proved that other than school stuff I do not think of anything else. At all. And by the way, the femme in the story is not an o.c. it is a character that is mentioned sorta kinda in the transformers series. I don't think I really gave very much away on who she is, but ten hugs for any transformer you choose if you can guess! And Also my other story For Sparks Sake! only has about one or two chapters left so I am not abandoning it, just getting an early start on this one.
"Primus! What happened here?" Ratchet scanned over the rubble caused by a cybertronian crash landing. Trees were crushed giant boulders smashed to tiny pebbles, and right in the center, laying in a giant crater was a femme. Ratchet quickly scanned the femme and looked over the received data. It was not good.
The femme groaned, and began to sit up. "You! If you so much as twitch a digit I will weld you're helm to your aft!" The femme froze in the middle of sitting up. Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "I wish all my patients would listen to me that well." He murmured. He ran another quick scan over the femme. "What the pit? That is very peculiar."
"What is, my friend?" Optimus asked from behind him.
"Optimus!" Ratchet jumped. "Do not sneak up on me!"
"I am very sorry, Ratchet, but what was so 'peculiar'?"
Ratchet released a sigh. "This is the first scan of the femme I took not but ten minutes ago." A hologram of a femme appeared with almost the whole image, except the spark area, red. "The red is heavily damaged areas. Now, here is the scan I just took." Another image of the femme appeared beside the first, blue replacing much of the red. "She is starting to heal herself. By the time we actually get her back to base there will only be tiny scratches left."
Optimus nodded and walked to the femme, getting his first good look at her. She was covered in dirt, but it was obvious to him she was usually a pure white. Her optics were a pure icy blue. They almost seemed to twinkling up to him with pride.
"Can you speak?" Optimus asked.
"War! He… Betrayed… me!"
Optimus' optics darkened. His people had just ended a war. Why was this femme asking for one? "I do not understand."
"Wants…war…betrayed…not…trustworthy….do…not…" The femmes voice slowly faded until only her mouthplates were moving and no sound was coming out. Her optics started to flicker and then the femme was in stasis.
Optimus quickly turned, and located Ratchet. "Ratchet!"
"Calm down! She just used too much energy."
"I thought you said she was healing." Optimus inquired
"Yes. She is healing her broken parts. Not regenerating Energy for her frame to run on." Ratchet grouchily retorted. "Now help me load her onto the carrier plane."