Living In Silence (Rewrite)

by The Silvernote

When Patrick Donnely died in Qatar, he left behind a 14 year old daughter, and his wife. Mallory, is his deaf daughter, read as she, her mother and unborn sibling find family within the Autobot ranks. I know it's a bad summery and I SWEAR the story is WAY better, rated T because I'm paranoid. and for swearing.

2. Chapter 2

Okay! She'll be introduced? To the 'Bots in this chapter! YAY! And, and and aaaand… I started lessons in New Zealand Sign Language! How cool is that?!

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DISCLAIMER!

Me: Today we have with us… Ratchet! *sing-song-voice* OH RATCHIEEEEEE!

Ratchet: *growls* What have I told you about calling me that?!

Me: Mute it ya grump and do the disclaimer! *cowers under his death glare (not to mention the wrench in-hand/servo.)*

Ratchet: Fine then, The Silvernote doesn't own Transformers *mutters* thank Primus… however, she owns Mallory and Rachel (those poor souls) Now YOU *points at Silvernote who's trying to sneak out and grins*

Me: *Shivers* Fine I'm coming for my check up. Wish me luck and leave a review to help me through this! Much appreciated!

"Sign Language."

flashback/thoughts,

"Cybertronian."

:Com link:

Chapter 2:

(At NEST, Optimus's P.O.V)

A week had passed since I delivered the news of the human soldier's offlining to the femmeling and her sparked femme-creator, their sobs still lingered in my processor, the most spark-breaking ones being that of the petite femmeling.

The scene played in my processor, something seemed off to me. Humans had stopped and stared, some longer than others. One longer than all. The human had stopped, he regarded the distressed femmes coldly, before turning to my alt mode. The man was an enforcer with a small, ratty moustache and dark sunglasses covering the most of his face. Mouse-brown hair fell lifelessly over his forehelm. Tattoos covered his forearm. They were a series of curved lines, similar to the human chinese language, though lacking in straight a human, they wouldn't have meant anything. I mentally slapped myself, the tattoos, were cybertronian.

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(Normal P.O.V.)

Soft, woolen blankets wrapped around her petite frame as she downed her fourth cup of bittersweet cocoa. Colours danced across the screen and words played down the bottom. Her blue eyes were fixed on the spot just below the tv as her mind wandered aimlessly. Her mother walked in, arms crossed over her swollen belly. Almond shaped brown eyes narrowed, and the lines beneath them showed lack of sleep.

Rachel Donnely was 35 and strikingly beautiful, freshly washed black curls were held back with a shimmering purple bandana, a long, flowing skirt swirled around her ankles when she walked,

and tiny gold threads of sunlight looked as though they were woven through the purple fabric.

Her soft lips were stretched into a thin line, contrasting with the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes from smiling.

"Mallory, you need to get up sweetheart. Come on, I know it's hard, but we have to keep going. You have school again on Monday." Mallory scowled at the thought. Although she had no qualms with learning, she did have qualms with the "Miss Popular" of the Boston Public School, Phoebe Morton.

Mum's head turned away. "Someone's at the door." She faced the door shouting something before opening it.

A man stood in the doorframe, eyes covered by dark sunglasses, lank brown hair fell over them and he wore a police uniform. Strange symbols covered his arms. The bushy mustache under his crooked nose made it a little harder to read his lips. "Are you the Donnely family unit?" Mallory nodded. He took off his sunglasses, his cold red eyes bore into her soft blue ones, like he was considering the best way to painfully end her. The hairs on the back of Mal's neck stood on end, usually a bad omen. "I'm officer Cade, I need you to come with me."

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(Optimus P.O.V.)

Tarseal ran under my tires as I raced to the femmes housing unit. My holoform's fingers gripped my steering wheel, none too lightly.

Nearing the property, I sensed Barricade's signature nearby, I gunned my engine, my holoform flickered and appeared outside my alt. The two femmes stopped and gaped. Barricade let out a low growl, both real form and and holo.

I -foolishly- tried to reason with the 'Con. "Leave them out of this Barricade, they have no place in this war." He barked a harsh, rasping laugh. A loud click sounded alerted me he was going to transform. Holoforms flickered from existence as we transformed. Optics narrowed and battle masks slid in place. A soft squeak drew my attention to the femmes, the sparked one glitched and her sparkling made a feeble attempt to catch her. Cold cybertronian steel scraped against my side armor, swords swung and cannon shots rang out. 'Cade grabbed the femmeling and held her in front of his chassis. Red hair blew around her and optics grew wide in fright. She seemed to struggle forming words as they were slow and slurred.

"Pleze, heelp us." Her soft plea echoed in my spark.

:Optimus to base, come in.: A familiar cheery voice answered.

:Yo Bossbot what can I do for ya?"

:Sergeant Epps, I am sending coordinates, I require immediate assistance, Barricade has taken a civilian hostage.:

:On in Boss.:

"What's the matter Prime, not gonna have a shot at me? I'm an open target!" His tone was mocking, optics gleamed with sick mirth. A talon moved over to cut the human's arm, she writhed, a soft hiss clambered from her voice processor.

"Release the homan sparkling immediately and I may spare your life."

"Not an option sir. I am afraid she's wanted for one of Shockwave's little… experiments."

Images flashed through my processor, none of them positive. Ironhide approached in Topkick form from behind Barricade, He must have been cloaking his signature, Barricade wasn't aware of him.

:Ironhide, threaten, but do not fire, we cannot endanger the human sparkling.:

:Acknowledged Prime:

Hydraulics hissed and metal clanked over metal and before Barricade could turn, 'Hide's plasma cannon was pressed against his back struts.

"Move and you're dead, Deceptiscum." His lip-plates drew back in a snarl as his precious cannon heated up. Barricade snarled cursing violently in Kaonite.

"Release the sparkling."

"As you wish Prime." My title was but a scraping snarl as his claws released her soft, quivering frame. Both Ironhide and myself dived, Barricade transformed and hightailed out, however not before getting his bumper hit by a certain weapons specialist's cannon blast.

Catching the shaken femmeling's frame, I was once again caught by how frail humans are. Her tiny body was no bigge than my smallest digit.

She pressed her back to my digits, red hair fell over her terrified optics. She made a series of hand gestures, repeating them, to my confusion.

"I'm sorry young one, I cannot understand you, I mean you no harm" Her nose crinkled as she stared at my lip-plates. Huffing, she pressed a hand to her chest, and then two fingers to her ear, shaking her head. Her message was clear, the femmeling was deaf.

She pointed to her awakening femme-creator. Slowly -as not to startle her- I lowered her to the ground. As fast as a glitch mouse, she was at her carrier's side. Slowly she eased her carrier o her feet. A more hand gestures were exchanged, before they turned towards me. Both faces were touched with awe. The sparkling was pushed back slightly.

"Please, do not be afraid. I am Optimus Prime, and I need you to come to my base."