It's occurred to me that I'm probably going to have to write a summary, but I don't know what to say? I know it's probably a long shot but can anyone remember the original summary by any chance?

When I regained consciousness, it was to the sound of shouting. This was not entirely unusual (my relationship with Paul was turbulent at best, even during my pregnancy), so it wasn't enough to rouse me out of the odd haziness that was clouding my thoughts. It took a surprising amount of time for me to notice the flashing red signs in the corner of my vision, warning me that I was… low on fuel?

"-unno where the frag it came from-!"

"It? She's a femme, are your fragging optics malfunctioning-"

I became slowly aware that I was lying on a ground that was damp and uneven (forest, maybe), and that my body was stiff and largely unresponsive. I expected a flood of panic, and even waited for it, but it didn't come. My body was paralysed, but the only thing I felt was an annoyingly pervasive sense of calm.

"-if it's a threat? I'm not gonna be the one to explain that-"

The argument, I realised, was not in English. The words were hissed and whistled and clicked - it was the strangest, most alien thing I had ever heard. The sounds tumbled over each other, spilling out in a manner that made them sound garbled yet graceful. It was bizarre, and yet I understood every word that was being said.

"-if it turns out it's a Decepticon spy?"

"She's a sparkling-!"

My memories were flooding back, and I was hit by a wave of baby-Beth-fear-death-Prime-loss-life.

"-could be recruiting younger nowadays-"

"You sound like Red Alert!"

My vision came to life. Fuzzily, at first, and then so sharp that I would have recoiled if I had control of my body. I realised that what I had originally mistaken for stiffness was actually laxity - my joints weren't strong enough to lift my heavy limbs.

"-ou're such a fragging waste of energon-"

"Since when is it my job to be the sensible one, you cross-wired piece of-"

Apparently the argument had now devolved into name-calling. I tried to make a noise, but the only thing to come out of my mouth was a burst of static. That was enough to surprise me into silence, but not for long. I was finding my body (new body, some part of me kept reminding myself. You're not human anymore) difficult to work, and my mouth and throat seemed to be thoroughly against making any sort of identifiable words. Irritated, I decided to just do the next best thing - I threw my head back and screeched.

It worked, in a sense. The arguing stopped (which counted as a massive win, if you asked me), and there were a few moments of gloriously peaceful silence before someone took me by the scruff of the neck and hauled me up. There seemed to be some kind of protrusion at the base of my neck, just above my spinal column (or whatever the robot equivalent of a spine is), because whoever had hauled me up did it as easily as picking up a handbag by its handle. A scruffbar, the rational, calm part of my mind supplied. I suspected that part of my mind was controlled by programming. The less calm version of my mind seemed to be more emotional. It also seemed to have control over my mouth, due to the unceasingly shrill screeches I was emitting.

"PUT IT DOWN!"

I was hastily deposited on the ground once more. I still hadn't gained full control over my body, and I ended up flopping right down onto my back. From this position, staring straight up at the sky, I finally caught sight of the owners of the voices I had been hearing since I woke up, and it took everything I had not to tense up and start screaming again. They were giant metal robots, just like the one that had killed me and my baby. The fear was an instinctive thing, and not something easily pushed aside.

I must have made some sort of noise (no doubt a whimper, or something equally as pathetic), because one of them bent down to get closer to my level. "Shh, it's okay!" he (?) cooed, waving thick metal fingers at me. "You're safe. Please don't screech again, I think you might actually cause severe damage to my audio receptors."

He was male, as far as I could tell, but I was far from a professional when it came to identifying alien genders. An amateur, really. Actually, totally fucking inexperienced. I tried to speak again, but it came out garbled and messed up. An error message popped up in my vision, some kind of warning about using an "undeveloped voice modulator for advanced speech".

The robot that had crouched down to me beamed, which was a curious sight to behold - I would never have guessed that metal could bend that way. "Awww, how cute. Sunny, how could you think she's a Decepticon?"

'Sunny' towered above me, at least twenty feet tall, silver face twisted up in a scowl. Distantly, I found myself marveling at the malleability of the metal they were made of - their expressions resembled humans so closely that it could almost be easy to forget they were alien. If it weren't, you know, for the height and the metal and all that crap. He was painted a beautiful, sunshine yellow colour that gleamed in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. Two fins protruded from the side of his head - they looked a bit odd, but overall he seemed like a perfectly built robot. I was sure he could kill me in an instant, if he wanted. "There aren't any sparklings left, but suddenly one just shows up? And here, of all places."

The other robot (mech, I corrected myself, remembering what the Prime had said), turned his attention from me to scowl at Sunny. "Come on, man. You want to just leave her out here?"

As Sunny hesitated, I took a moment to look between them. They were… startlingly similar, but I couldn't put my finger on how. It was something in the faceplates, certainly, as both shared similar features. But there was also a feeling of distinct sameness that hung about them - I think maybe it could have been the energy I could feel pulsing from them. After a moment, Sunny let out a large gust of air from his vents. I realised it was a sigh as he said, "Fine. We'll bring her to Prime."

"Great!" the red one bounced to his feet, grinning. "She can ride with you, then." When Sunny started spluttering, he just spoke louder, "That way you can keep an eye on her, since you don't trust her and all!"

Sunny's engine snarled in a clear display of annoyance, but he reached down to catch me by the scruffbar anyway. I screeched and tried to propel myself backwards, but I just succeeded in rolling over in the mud. "The frag's wrong with her?"

"Stop swearing! She's a sparkling!" the red one hissed, "I don't think she likes being picked up by the scruffbar."

Sunny rolled his head back so he was looking at the sky. "Primus." he said melodramatically. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Oh, shut up. Transform, I'll put her into your alt mode. It'll be a tight fit, but it should work." I could only watch in awe as Sunny seemed to fold into himself - the process was so smooth and quick that I could barely process it, and then there was a yellow car sitting in the space that had been occupied by a giant robot only minutes before. The car was… familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on where I recognised it from. I didn't have a chance to think too hard about it before I was unceremoniously shoved into the back seat by the red one. My arms flailed a little, but there wasn't enough space for any real movement. I could feel the vibration of the seat beneath me as the engine roared to life, and I emitted a high pitched whine as we jolted into motion. Anxiety built until it was difficult to even think - I had to swallow down the panic crawling up my throat. The lack of control I had over the situation made me feel sick; I didn't know where I was being taken, and I didn't know who was taking me. The fact that I was more or less inside a giant robot was also… uncomfortable.

The drive was short, barely ten minutes long. From what little I could see through the car window from my position on my back, we had entered some kind of building. Grey walls and ceilings with no discernable markings blurred by, until the car skidded to an abrupt stop.

Barely minutes later, I was gently tugged out again by the red one, who cooed at me and rocked me gently in his arms. To my chagrin, it was actually quite relaxing, and it was only then that I realised I hadn't stopped whining. The lack of control over my vocal processor was embarrassing.

An electronic whirring sound hailed Sunny transforming back into his mech form, and he glanced towards one of the large doorways in the room. We were in an enormous room, obviously built to accommodate several Cybertronian-sized beings - even the doorways were large enough for someone taller than the two mechs in front of me to comfortably walk through. The sound of shouting was coming from behind the doorway Sunny had glanced to, albeit tinnily, like they were some distance away. "You commed Ratchet?" Sunny demanded, mildly disbelieving.

"I figured he'd know the most about sparklings!" Sideswipe said defensively. The shouting was getting louder as the owner of the voice got closer. "I commed Prime too, obviously."

Sunstreaker opened his mouth to speak, but the door behind him slid open and two more mechs stepped in. The one that was shouting (Ratchet, I assumed) was white and orange and was waving his arms emphatically mid-rant. The second one was far taller, blue and red, and his facial expression was enough to guess that he was well used to the other mech's rants. Another whine started to build up without my permission, and it attracted the attention of both the new mech's like a beacon. They looked as though they'd been struck with something hard over the backs of their heads.

"You- I mean- this wasn't a prank?" Ratchet managed to say after a drawn out pause.

"Nope!" The red one said, popping the 'p' sound obnoxiously. He had started to bounce me gently up and down when the whine had started up, but it wasn't doing much to quiet the sound. "Uh, not to be rude or anything, but could we figure out how to make her be quiet before we do anything else?"

"It hasn't shut up since we found it." Sunny muttered irritably.

Ratchet stepped closer and peered down at me. I couldn't help but think about how weird it was to see everything from the perspective of a baby and yet be completely aware of everything that was going on. The whole alien robot baby situation was probably a little weirder than the perspective thing, but I think I was still in a little bit of denial over that. "Hello," Ratchet chirped at me. It took a second for me to realise it was in that strange alien language again. I tried to chirp back, figuring if I could understand it then maybe I could speak it, but it came out garbled and weak and basically unintelligible. Even so, Ratchet's robotic eyes lit up as though he'd won the lottery. "Hand her to me."

The feeling of being passed over into someone else's arms twenty feet above the ground was unnerving at best, but Ratchet's grip was firm. The blue and red mech was peering curiously over Ratchet's shoulder, but when he spoke he addressed the other two. "Where did you find her?"

"The woods." the red one said promptly. "We had gone to race, but our sensors picked up an unfamiliar Cybertronian spark signal. We thought it might be a Decepticon, so we went to investigate."

"And she was just... there?"

"I don't trust it." Sunny announced - unnecessarily, in my opinion. The guy had been glaring at me since they'd found me.

Ratchet was emitting some sort of soothing hum from his chest area that rumbled through me like a mini invisible massage. I could feel myself relaxing until I almost felt like I could go right to sleep. "I'd like to examine her, Optimus."

"That goes without saying." the big one murmured.

"In the med bay, I meant."

"Now?" Optimus straightened, looking away from me and back at Ratchet. "Do you need me there or would it be better if I waited outside?"

Ratchet paused thoughtfully. "It may be better if you are there. Judging by the size of her, I'd guess that her data ports are not fully developed yet. I understand that you probably feel an information and memory file transfer is necessary, but it'll only be possible to do once while she's this young. I think it would be best if you were the one to do the transfer, don't you?"

"Very well," Optimus nodded his assent, "Lead the way, then."