In a quiet part of a large city three car engines could be heard roaring through the night. A tricked out Nissan 350 with blue flames on the hood and sides, a black and pink Camero, and lastly a yellow slugbug zoomed past the corner of the dark streets. The three street racing vehicles soon blasted out into the desert towards a mountain. As the uneven triangle of stone leered over the cars they can transformering into three giant robots. The Nissan had changed dramatically, his exhaust pipes spitting flames on his back, flamethrowers on each wrist and his spiked wheels made his feet. The black Camero formed into a fembot with pronounced curves. Pink stripes running down parts of her black armor. The yellow BMW bug changed into a very familiar face. It was Bumblebee. The yellow Autobot rolled his blue optics as the fiery Nissan whooped and danced in victory for beating his comrades. It was all in good fun of course but it hurt Bumblebee's pride a little bit. But then again his friend was quite the show off.

"Okay, okay Hotstuff we get it. You won." The pink and black fembot shook her head. The black "pigtails" as humans called her particular spike position on her head waving back and forth. She was called Nightrose, she just joined the Autobots' ranks after being found here on planet Earth. Taking up the name of an organic thing was strange for a Cybertronion. But Bumblebee didn't mind one bit since his was strange too. Turning his attention back to Hotstuff who was now bragging about how fast he was and such. Then a alarm was heard through a cave in the mountain they stood near, it wasn't any ordinary mountain mind you but the ship the Autobots called home was buried in there. The Ark, quite a beaut' as Hotstuff would say. The three ran indoors their huge metal feet clanging against the metal floor of the Ark as they ran to the security chamber to where Jazz and Hound were watching the cameras. Jazz looked back at Bumblebee and his friends

"We got an unknown bogey comin' in!" Jazz looked back at the screen to where a black jet was, oil was leaking behind it as if it was damaged. The Autobots knew that it wasn't a regular jet for the readings coming off it were Cybertronion. Jazz looked back at Bumblebee, Hotstuff, and Nightrose.

" Why don't you go great our Decpticon friend eh?" Jazz said with a spiteful chuckle. Hotstuff was already halfway out the door. Nightrose rolled her optics at Hotstuff before running out side by side with Bumblebee. The jet was just coming into sight as it transformered just 10 feet above the earth; the dark armored jet fell head over heels into the dusty ground. Skidding to a stop eventually. Hotstuff looked at Bumblebee

"That's possibly the worst landing ever." He said Nightrose had her gun out and was creeping toward the injured jet. They all thought it was Skywarp since the colors where closest to him but as they slowly got closer they noticed some differences. Like how there were electric blue stripes on its wings instead of purple, the arms where it would be purple on Skywarp was electric blue on this Seeker, the chassis was black instead of silver as well. And her non-armored part were most Cybertronion were silver was instead bronze. Its face and helm were different, a LOT different. Its audio receptors stuck out of the side of its head like ears that the organics on this planet had, but they were in the shape of - ugh what was it that the humans called it? A woof? No… Oh! A wolf! Shape of a wolf's ears. Very unlike Hotstuff's pointed audio receptors. It also had horns like Bumblebee, but they were silver. The jet sat up groaning in a female voice,

So it was femme. Thought Bumblebee. The jet looked at the three with strange purple optics before falling over again this time off-line. Nightrose proceeded to grab under the jet's arms.

"Wait! Whoa! Nightrose whadda doin'?!" exclaimed Hotstuff his exhaust pipes flaring

"Well she's injured so lets get her to Ratchet." Said Nightrose, in some ways the black Autobot was described as Autistic in her way of thinking. She was socially retarded, as Sparkplug had said to Bumblebee once just in conversation. Hotstuff was the opposite because he loved being social and what Spike had described as a "ladies-man" but Hotstuff just wanted to roast Decpticons. Though the jet femme didn't have a Decpticon symbol anywhere on her body. Bumblebee decided to help Nightrose by picking up the off-line fembot's legs. The two moved towards the Ark, Nightrose calling for Ratchet. The red and white ambulance transformer looked at the jet changing into his alternate ambulance form to take the jet to the Medical Bay.

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The femme jet woke up hours later; Ratchet had patched her up pretty well. Bumblebee and Nightrose had stuck around in the Med Bay because Optimus said they would be the least threatening. They wanted to show a good impression because maybe they good get her on the Autobot side. The jet stirred, sitting up with a groan. Rubbing her helm with a bronze hand.

"Ugh… What happened…" she asked to no one in particular.

"You are the one that's supposed to tell us." Answered Nightrose. The jet looked up quickly freezing up. Bumblebee thought she had glitched and moved to help before the femme backed up, but just a little too far because she fell off the table onto the floor with a loud clang. Nightrose and Bumblebee ran to her side but the jet got up by using the table as a support

"I'm okay, I'm okay… I meant to do that!" she said defensively. Hanging her arms over the side of the table. Looking quite comical, Bumblebee tried not laughing at her dazed pose as he asked

"What's your name? I'm Bumblebee and this is Nightrose." He said pointing to his femme companion. The jet looked at Bumblebee then Nightrose then back at Bumblebee. Bumblebee swore he could hear the gears clicking in her head; Bumblebee leaned over to whisper into Nightrose's audio receptor

"A little bit a memory problem huh." The jet blinked a few times before finally saying something

"Windscream. That's my name… man that one guy must've hit me really hard-" Windscream stopped and shut her mouth. Looking down she crossed her arms placing her head on top of them, her audio receptors drooping like a an earth pet that had just been yelled at. Nightrose took a step forward holding her hand out to pat Windscream's shoulder

"Who hit you?" she asked softly. Nightrose may be socially retarded but when it came to comforting some bot she was the best. Windscream flinched at Nightrose held her shoulder but then relaxed some

"I don't wanna say…" Windscream pulled into a mental shell and jumped as the Med bay doors opened as Optimus and Ratchet entered. Optimus looked at Windscream who was on her feet and holding a solider stance. Totally stiff like some of those guards with the funny hats Bumblebee had seen in oh… what was it called… Britcan? Bumblebee didn't dwell on it long because Optimus looked at Bumblebee for an answer but he just shrugged.

"You can relax you know; I'm Optimus Prime leader of the Autobots. And this is Ratchet." Optimus said gesturing to the red and white bot next to him "He's the one that fixed you up." Windscream put her index fingers together and started fidgeting with them. Her knees were brought together. She looked like a child who had just been called up to the front of the classroom by the teacher.

"Ratchet needs to check up on you to make sure you're okay. Nightrose, Bumblebee, follow me." Said the leader of the Autobots as he strode from the room with the two small Autobots. Optimus lead the two up to where you could watch operations. Prime looked out the reflective windows to watch the terrified jet do a check-up with Ratchet.

"Did you learn anything?" he asked the smaller bots. Nightrose answered in her very logical voice

"Her name is Windscream She was beaten by someone. Obviously to scared to say whom. I have reason to believe it was Megatron who did this but I would rather prove it." Prime sighed, Nightrose was a great therapist and psychologist whose voice was smooth and calmed a lot of bots. Looking down he saw Ratchet try to test Windscream's reflexes, hitting her knee with a small tool. Ratchet got an immediate response as the jet's foot hit him between his thighs. The jet started what looked like apologizing a lot by the way she was waving her arms crazily and her mouth was moving like a broken record. Ratchet was bent over a bit holding his codpiece trying to tell Windscream he was fine but to no avail as the jet started shaking. Ratchet left to room and joined Prime.

"Well. She's got reflexes." Said the still hurting medic. They all laughed before turning to see what Windscream would do next. So far she was sitting on the table kicking her legs off the side and fidgeting with her index fingers again.

"Well we need to find out what happened." Stated Prime, he looked at Nightrose

"What can you tell about her personality so far?" he asked the logical thinking Camero.

"From just watching her it looks like a small respectful fear of leadership types. The way she reacted when you came was a defined sign. Also when we spoke she reacted quite fast, so a sensitivity to sudden noises." Responded Nightrose who was still watching the jet; Windscream was relaxed now and had gotten up to look at the room. Touching a tool, which then fell and caused more repair equipment to fall to the metal floor with a CLASH! Windscream had jumped once the first tool hit the floor; she looked around and scooted away before dashing back to the table. The jet then looked up and saw the observatory that the Autobots were watching from. The jet quickly looked down and began fidgeting again.

"You two are the best for this job. Try to make her feel more relaxed okay?" said a sympathetic Prime. The two nodded and exited, returning to the med bay where they were hit with an arsenal of apologies and worried chatter

"Now we know why they call you Windscream." Said Bumblebee with a laugh trying to make the shaking jet relax. Nightrose smiled as the jet's faceplates went red Windscream soon started laughing too just softly though but it was a start! Windscream smiled at the two before standing up

"Well I'm gonna guess you guys are here to show me around… I hate medical bays!" Windscream stood in-between Bumblebee and Nightrose taller than them but she was short compared to Optimus. The three walked out of the medical bay helping Windscream if she needed it. Other Autobots looked at the jet whispering to one another. Windscream was quite shy around the others. After viewing the Ark they took Windscream to the Mess Hall since she must be hungry after all as far as they had known Windscream hadn't eaten for days. Bumblebee got them all trays of energon cubes placing one in front of Windscream. Bumblebee and Nightrose began digging in but Windscream just looked at the cubes, poking one with her finger like it was alien. Cocking her head to the side then looked up what Bumblebee was doing. Cocking her head to the other side Windscream picked up the cube and tried mimicking Bumblebee. She spilled some on herself, the jet's face becoming crimson at her failure.

"Haven't you… eaten before…?" asked Nightrose whose face was full of confusion. Windscream blinked and looked down

"I-I can't… remember."

"Well isn't that just HILARIOUS!" said an orange Autobot, he had flames painted on him like Hotstuff. Arsenic was his name and he was a very rude mech not to mention a former Decpticon and Communications Officer. They had all thought that it was a bad idea to let him on board but Optimus said he had changed his ways, after all the purple insignia was painted over and replaced with the Autobot mask. Bumblebee clenched his fists

"Beat it you piece of scrap!" the yellow mech yelled. The whole mess hall was silent as they watched Bumblebee and Arsenic. Windscream was silent still looking down tears coming out the sides of her optics.

"Ha! What a Sparkling. " Then something happened to Windscream her violet optics turned more red as she stood up. Turning to face the taller mech Windscream's face full of defiance; Arsenic just sneered at the jet but that was a mistake as then her optics went a blazing crimson. She sent her knee into his port then continued with a kick into his face that sent him crashing to the floor.

"You'll pay for that, just like your little Decepticon pals…" Windscream said with a voice darker than her normal one, Arsenic just growled but it was cut off when Windscream sent a roundhouse kick into Arsenic's face. Bumblebee grabbed Windscream's arm and Nightrose held her other one as the jet returned to normal tears anew leaked from her optics as she pulled free and ran away out of the mess hall into somewhere onto the ship. Bumblebee glared at Arsenic and went off after Windscream.

Hours later with no avail at finding the crying jet Bumblebee returned to his room only to find a sleeping Windscream in his recharge chamber. Bumblebee blinked and went to wake her. Putting his dark hand on Windscream's electric blue arm shaking her ever so slightly. The jet's purple optics on-lined and immediately looked at Bumblebee she jumped up shaking saying sorry over and over. But Bumblebee put a finger to her bronze lips.

"It's O.K Windscream. You needed the rest." Just as he said that though Windscream began crying again she leaned into Bumblebee's chest and just cried. Bumblebee was frozen for a moment his Spark beating rapidly at the sudden affection before he wrapped his arms around her.

"Shh it's okay. Just relax it will get better." Bumblebee petted her black helm and caressed her audio receptors in attempt to calm the emotional jet. It seemed to work since Windscream became quiet with just a few sniffs now and again. Bumblebee looked at Windscream and smiled at her, she smiled back

"T-thank you. B-bumblebee…. Not many have comforted me before." Windscream proceeded to fidget with her index fingers

"I-I better go f-find Optimus and a-apologize for disappearing l-like that." She was about to leave when Bumblebee asked

"When you knocked Arsenic down you said 'You'll pay for that and you're little Decepticon buddies' what did you mean by that?" Windscream froze

"Is this room secure?" she asked

"Wha-" Bumblebee was cut off

"Is this room secure? Can you shut off the audio so no one can hear us?" Bumblebee was confused but went to a panel hidden within a wall tile; he pressed the button turning off any audio reception to the security monitors. Windscream didn't turn but instead said with a cold voice

"I was captured by the Decpticons. They beat me because I wouldn't tell the truth about being an Autobot spy. Which I wasn't… They had a masked mech named Bonespatter do the torturing but seeing as I wasn't gonna tell them anything they let me go saying if I told any of you they would kill me and any of my friends. Saying… they would know if I did anything." Bumblebee was silent. Mostly out of shock. Bonespatter was a merciless mech and the nemesis of Hotstuff.

"Primus I'm so sorry Windscream we should tell Optimus." Windscream turned optics full of fear but her voice as cold as ice

"No. They will know and I wont help them hurt any of you especially my friends… and that's you and Nightrose… I will not let them." She then walked out leaving Bumblebee with a lot to think about.

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Whoo! Fun stuff. Poor Windscream D: I'm always so mean to my original characters... anyway tell me what you think