Hello everyone! This update is real short, sorry. I've been having major cases of Writers block, plus basketball, homework, and dating. Thank you for my ONE reviewer for the last chapter. I was slightly disappointed, but happy at the same time. At least one person likes this story enough to actually say something about it. Thank you exoduselita for reviewing!

Solar Cycle:day?

Warning:Cybertronian swearing, mysterious voices inside of a helm, showing of protoform.

Me:Duskstrike would you care to do the Disclaimer.

Duskstrike: Sure! TheLoveDov doesn't own Transformers Cybertron or any of the characters, besides her Oc's, including myself. Also, Lea may be brutally poked by Poison Ivy if you don't review. Thank you!

Me: Don't let me get poked!


Jetfire POV


The second that fragging femme said those words; my processor went into panic mode. I couldn't move fast enough as she launched herself onto Crosswise. She quickly regained her balance and sprinted to the automatic door. Crosswise and I glanced at each other and ran after her. Something about her reminded me of my past love. My one sparkmate. But this femme… She seemed so much like her. How I missed my love. It made my spark retch every time I thought about her. My spark felt like the first I met my sparkmate. Complete. Yet, I felt like I was betraying her soul. My love had disappeared one night. That night had been the end for me. I had tried to keep my spirits up for all that had happened. I shook my head as I watch Poison Ivy dart into the storage room. Crosswise and I follow. He stays at the doorway. I stride towards her hiding spot. Poison Ivy pokes her head up and tries to dash away. I pin her to the wall. Both her visor and mask were off. A scar slipped around her optics, under her nose and trailed under her mouth, over her lip in the process. I notice her optics. Instead of having Decepticon red optics they were Autobot blue.

"Let me go!" she snarls. My reply was soft, for she reminded me so much of my lost love.

"No."

It must have surprised her for a moment. She then attempts the knee me. I just move closer. She was close to helm-butting me but I move my helm to the side instead.

"Maybe you should stop fighting?" I feel a little smug for myself. She was a pretty fast femme, sleek. A seeker too. There weren't very many femme seekers.

"This is a routine?" she growls sarcastically.

"Yes it is." I smirk. Her mask was jammed.

"Little problem?" I ask as innocently as possible. I move a little closer to her.

"Are you flirting with me?" Shock was evident in her voice, making me smirk further more. Was I flirting with her?

"You tell me? Are you really who you say? Are you really Poison Ivy? "


Poison Ivy POV


His question startles me. Am I really myself? What kind of question was that?

You are only half Poison Ivy. The other half is me.

Who are you then? I ask myself

The voice chuckles.

Only time will tell, my holder.

The voice startles me further. First; I'm not who I think I am, and second: I'm a holder? What the pit was a Holder? As humans call it, FML(1). My optics trail to Jetfire's face plant. I stare into his visor and sees golden optics. My visor suddenly slips back on. Something sparks inside my helm and I flinch. Jetfire's optics. They were so familiar. Why did it seem like I've seen them before? A picture flickers across my visor for a nanokilk. I could only see the three colors and the face. The three colors were white, red and golden…Golden optics. If I could draw back, I would've. What was happening to me? Why did it feel like my Autobot programming voice was something else?

Because it isn't your Autobot Programming. It's me.

But who are you?

The voice chuckles again.

Jetfire will tell you. He knows me.

I frown.

The voice suddenly starts to talk again.

I picked you for a good reason. You had mercy, Autobot energon(2), and good personality. You're a seeker, something I wanted for him. You must trust the Autobots, they were my good friends, before I died. Jetfire needs someone to heal his wounds. Be that one.

The voice stops. My optics goes to Jetfire's faceplate again. He looks at me confused.

Crosswise interrupts.

"Optimus says to take her to the room next to yours. Just in case, you know, she tries to escape again." Jetfire nods and grabs a hold of my arm, dragging me over to Crosswise. He gets the clue and grabs my other arm.

"Lemme go!" I snarl with new found stubbornness.

Don't fight them! You'll understand soon, Poison. Jetfire is a good mech. You have nothing to worry about.

"Slow down would you?" I ask quietly. Crosswise looks at me for a second. What I see in his visor scares me. Pity is what I see. Never have I been pitied. Along with pity was sympathy and mercy. Maybe it was just that I was a femme.

Never had I been a matchmaker before but Duskstrike would look good with Crosswise. I shake my helm slightly. My trine had been separated a few orns ago. I missed them, I really did. Duskstrike's bubbly attitude would make both me and Retro want to kill her and Retro's constant tinkering with something would piss Duskstrike off. They both had their own little quirky habits. Duskstrike was a small femme, but larger than Ransack. She had been light silver with black and red breast and pelvic plating. Before we were separated, she would sometimes brag that she wanted to get a battle mask. Retro had been mostly green with blue accents. He had had a blue visor but you could easily see his red optics.

"Hey."

My helm shakes a little and I glance up. Jetfire led me into a dark room and let me go. I glared at him from behind my visor. He glances at me. From some weird reason, I knew he was smiling at me.

"Aft." He starts to chuckle. Yup, he was smiling. Continuing to glare, I watch him stiffen and then groan.

"Come on" he said with a sigh and tries to grab my arm again. But before he can, I jump away.

"I'm not going any where with you, until my mask is not jammed." He sighs again.

"Fine." Instead of going towards my arm, his hands go to my faceplate. I growl as one of his digits accidentally slides on part of my scar.

"You know, you can bring it down manually?" he murmurs. Thinking, I mentally slap myself. I manually put my mask down and roll my optics. It amazed me how oblivious I could be sometimes(3). Jetfire chuckles again and takes hold of my arm. He pulls me out into the corridor. He walks a relatively fast pace, just to annoy me. He doesn't even finch when I hiss at him to slow down. He does comply, slowing the pace a little. But we soon get to the designated place, in this case, the control room. Before we stepped Pede into the room, I could hear Megatron's annoyed voice. We walk in. There, before us, was Megatron on the screen, an annoyed look on his faceplate.

"Prime, I demand her - ah, there she is." Optimus glances over at us, Jetfire taking us over to the screen. I bow my helm, the best I could do now.

"Sir, I apologize-"

"Poison Ivy." He interrupts. I lift my helm and looks at him. He gives me a hard glare. No words were exchanged. I had known Megatron long enough that I knew he was angry and disappointed with me.

"Poison Ivy, you're trine has contacted me." My optics widen. Before I can say anything, his faceplate flickers off the screen and Thundercracker's face comes on.

"Poison!" His voice cracks a little. I glare at Optimus for a second.

"You okay 'Cracker?"

"Am I okay? What about you? If any fragging Autobots—"

"Thunder! Cool your circuits! I can handle myself" I suddenly growl. His bottom lip-plate starts to tremble.

"I'm sorry. Just…I need you here." He says. I frown slightly.

"No. I'm sorry. Just stressed and over annoyed. This is my fault, TC. I should be there right now. But I'm here. I'm sorry." He smiles sadly.

My little brother was always a little jokester. But seeing him like this broke my spark. He had always been there for me. I needed to be there for him. He had always cheered me up when I was sad. But only once before had I seen him this sad. But I had been there to cheer him up. It had been when our mech creator, Fleetingstar, died. It had made him crawl up in his berth for a few solar cycles, and cry. He has a major depression problem. Our femme creator had taken it a lot better than him.


Speaking of her, I wonder how she is taking it.

Our femme creator was named Spiral. She had an ability to temporally confuse someone with illusions. The last time I had seen her, she had been all black with white breastplate and pelvic plate. She has a usual optic color, purple in this case.

Getting back to the topic at servo, Megatron's faceplate popped up next to Thundercracker's.

"Prime, when will she be returned to us?" he snarled. Prime seemed to blink, then shake his helm.

"Two solar cycles, at the most." Megatron nods and looks back at me.

"Give 'em Pit(4)." Both him and Thundercracker's helm's flicker off. I smirk. I sure would give them Pit. Jetfire probably would get most of the tormenting. My smirk continues to grow.

"Jetfire, take our guest(5) to her room. Give her some Energon, also." Optimus says, looking at both of us. My optics narrow. Talking about be as if I weren't even there wasn't the best way to treat a femme.

"I do have a designation." I snarl. They both ignore me and continue on their conversation. They soon finish and Jetfire walks me back to my room. An Energon cube suddenly appears in his servo and he hands it to be.

"'Night." With that, he disappears behind the automatic door. A strained groan escapes my vocalizer. I walk over to the berth and set the cube down. Glancing around, I notice another room. Walking in, I notice that it's a private wash racks. I walk into the shower, taking off my breast plating, pelvic plating, visor and mask, in the process. The water washes away all my doubts about actually seeing my trine. Maybe Megatron just wanted to raise hope, make me think of something while I was here. I roll my optics. Maybe I should just try to enjoy my stay here at the Autobot's base. Note the sarcasm.


I step out of the shower, an oversized human towel wrapped around my exposed protoform. Placing my breast and pelvic plating back on, I decided to leave my mask off. My visor slaps on. Throwing the towel near the clean stack, I walk back into the other room. Grabbing the Energon cube of the berth, I level it with my mouth-plate.

"Primus, don't let this stay be fragged up." With that, I drink the Energon and dispose the cube. Hoping onto the berth, my visor slip off, and I fall into an unusual recharge.


(1)If you don't know what that means, go look it up.

(2): Meaning that she has Autobot blood in her.

(3): Don't worry Poison, I'm like that too!

(4):She will give them hell. :D

(5):Twisting her words, Optimus, will get you nowhere.

Poison Ivy: Lea!

Me: Crap. *Turns around and sees a pissed Poison Ivy. Smiles nervously and runs away, closely followed by Poison Ivy.*