Disclaimer: I don't own, ok?

Rating: T

Warnings: OC, OOC(hopefully not too much, but I kinda suck ^^;)

Universe: Transformers Generation One

Adopted from CherryBlossom713!

Chapter One: New Faces

"Mother!" Mila called, waking up from her nightmare with sweat running down her forehead. A glance over at the alarm clock revealed it to be 5:00am. The blood red numbers illuminated the dark room faintly.

Blood. The shiver that went down Mila's spine was uncontrollable; a nightmare still fresh in her mind. Sitting in a pool of blood, her mother's face is pale and cold, her green eyes having the look of glass to them.

A shake of the head to attempt to clear it. Hopping up out of her bed, Mila strode over to the dresser in the corner of the room to grab the clothes she had put out the night before. A striped pink and white long sleeved shirt, skinny jeans and black and white converse. Mila's social worker told her to wear something bright and cheerful, so her new, maybe permanent family will find her to be cute and likeable.

Ironic the foster care system broadcasts that they completely accept every child, but behind closed doors they tell you that if you don't act a certain way you won't be chosen. But then again, there's really only a one in a million chance of a family adopting you. And that's when your four and under, and even you breathing is cute.

Mila finished tying her shoes and stood up to look at herself in the mirror. Her wild, wavy dark brown hair was really messy. With a small sigh, Mila grabbed her black hairbrush and started on the tangles.

"Mila!" came the impatient voice of her soon to be ex-foster mother, Veronica.

'Well at least there is one good thing about being placed with this new family. I get away from Veronica and her daughters Tiffany and Tammy.' Mila mused to herself.

Grabbing her shoulder backpack, that contains everything in this universe I can call my own, Mila dashed down the stairs to make the witch, her dragons and herself some breakfast before the social worker came.

"You'll love your new family, and they'll love you just as much!" said Kathy, Mila's social worker. With adding, nerve grating peppiness.

"How can they love if their robots?" Mila snapped. Because really, how could you not freak out about being taken in by some lonely aliens? It didn't help that her nightmare earlier had left her in a bad mood.

Mila heard Kathy sigh before falling quiet and turning her full focus on the road. Which was fine by her, she didn't feel like talking anyway.

Looking out her window, Mila watched the trees go by in a slight blur. Somehow, she knew that her life would never be the same after she met her new "family".

"So what's this kid's story?" asked Kup.

"Well she has been in foster care sense she was four. Ten years ago her mother was murdered." answered Optimus. The Autobot leader was feeling pity for the young girl once again.

"The father?" Prowl spoke up. The tactician was confused as to why the girl's father wouldn't have taken care of her, instead of putting her in foster care.

"He is unknown."

All the Autobots stood up a little straighter when they saw the social worker, Ms. Kathy Green's, silver Mercedes coming into view.

When the car finally pulled up at the Autobot's feet, a young girl of about ten years with dark brown hair and brown eyes hopped out. She was sort of delicate looking, but that also could have been the fact that she was organic.

The girl looked at them for a minute before reaching into the car and pulling out an old and worn brown shoulder bag. By then Kathy had already gotten her brief case and was walking towards Optimus. The girl followed suit with a frown that looked unnatural on her face.

Looking back at the girl, Kathy let out a barely audible sigh of annoyance. "I'm sorry about Mila. She's just a little down today."

"It's perfectly okay." Optimus said, while trying to look Mila in the eyes. But she absolutely refused to take her gaze off her black and white shoes.

Rodimus saw this and thought that she was just shy and scared. "Hello Mila, I'm Rodimus." He held out his finger and gave the girl a crooked smile. Mila looked up at him and stared into his azure optics as if try to see if it was some cruel joke. After a minute of looking at Rodimus she shook his finger.

"Rodimus, perhaps you and some of the others could show Mila around." Optimus suggested pointedly.

With a nod, Rodimus offered his hand to the girl. After a minute of an internal war(He's going to drop me!), Mila climbed onto his hand slowly. Rodimus straightened, starting off to begin the tour.

When Mila and Rodimus were out of hearing range, Kathy spoke. "Everything looks in order. I just have to warn you about somethings you might have to deal with." The social worker leafed through a large manilla folder.

Prowl eyed the folder with unease. "Her folder is quiet big for someone so young. Has she been in trouble with the law?" After all, if this girl was a trouble maker they had to know.

"No. Mila just been in a lot of foster homes." Kathy continued to search through Mila's folder for something.

"If I may, why?" Optimus inquired.

"Because her nightmares often wake and keep her up. And no one really wanted to deal with a child like that. She usually changes foster homes every three months." Kathy finally looked up for the first time since opening Mila's folder. Her eyes showed pity for young girl, the one she had been assigned to find a home for.

The Autobots now understood why the young girl was acting the way she was. It showed on their faces, and Kathy noted this in her mind. Hope swelled in her chest that this would be the family that would adopt Mila.

"Along with the nightmares, I would like you to keep an eye on her eating habits. Mila is slightly anorexic, so make sure she is eating. If you can, I would like for you guys to sign her up for a drawing class because that seems to help her." Kathy closed Mila's folder and put it back in her black briefcase.

"It shall be done. Thank you, Ms. Green," Optimus said politely.

"Don't be so formal. Call me Kathy!"

Meanwhile, during her tour, Mila was only half present. She was in deep thought, and they weren't good thoughts. Bitterness tainted them, like a bad aftertaste.

'Kathy had left me thinking that this was safe. That I was safe. And physically I am safe. But mentally...' Mila gave a small sigh. 'My thoughts attack me. They fly at me like Decepticon Seekers, torturing and betraying. The Autobots were supposed to be good. They were supposed to be the ones everyone could count on to have their back. But they back stabbed her, they back stabbed my mother. The two 'Bots she had trusted the most, who were her best friends. The 'Bots they want me to start to trust, to consider my friends.

But I know the truth. And they will never get the chance to hurt me, like they did my mother.'

End notes: This chapter was just a revised version of CherryBlossom713's story. The next will be the start of my own installments.

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