Chapter: Two

I watched the Autobots carefully, unsure of what they would make of Bluestreak's claim. They just seemed to be completely shocked and unable to respond. After a few moments, the Autobots seemed to get their bearings back.

"Are your circuits fried?!" One of them finally exclaimed. "You hate the Decepticons! Ever since they had attacked your city, leaving you as the sole survivor!"

I looked at Bluestreak, instantly curious. That's what had happened to me.

"Ratchet," A blue and red Autobot warned. "Why do you say that Shadowfang is your friend?"

Bluestreak smiled softly at the red and blue Autobot. "Thanks, Prime." So, this was the Autobot leader? I took that knowledge and the facts I had learned from the things I heard back at the base. I should be safe from him as long as I didn't threaten any of the Autobots.

Bluestreak looked at me then back at Optimus Prime. "She refused to attack me when I was down." Bluestreak whispered to Prime, obviously a little embarrassed about that. "Then she tried to help me, but I refused... But once I was back up and functioning, she refused to attack me first, and, you know how I hate..." Bluestreak trailed off and Prime nodded his head in understanding.

"Do you feel this is a trick?" Prime whispered to Bluestreak, trying to keep it low so only Bluestreak would hear.

"No..." Bluestreak trailed off, "No, it wouldn't be a trap... Unless she's suicidal, which I doubt..."

I shook my head, sighing. "Why would I be suicidal?" I asked, shaking my head again.

"That's exactly my point." Bluestreak pointed out, chuckling slightly. "I trust her, especially a lot more then any of the other Decepticons."

"That last bit doesn't prove anything." Sunstreaker retorted.

I glared at him, a glint of amusement in my optic. Then I returned my attention to Bluestreak and Prime.

"I say that we make her prove she's trustworthy." Sunstreaker's twin piped up.

"Sideswipe's gotta good plan." Jazz added, looking at me.

"But you'll put her in the brig!" Bluestreak protested, looking at Prime with almost pleading optics. "Please, just give her a chance. She can have an escort to keep any optic on her, but putting her in the brig when all she did wrong was be rescued by a Decepticon, and that wasn't even her fault."

Bluestreak whispered the last bit of it, not wanting the other Autobots to overhear. Prime sighed and seemed thoughtful. I wondered what he was leaning more towards; imprisonment, or close monitoring.

"I think she deserves one chance," Prime began, "But she would probably be accused of something like searching for weaknesses or setting bombs if I were to assign certain Autobots to watch her."

I felt a small spark of hope flash through me. I glanced at the Autobots that were surrounding me, feeling the occasional anger or curiosity that the optics of the Autobots held when they glared at me.

"Is she still armed?" Prime asked finally, and Bluestreak smiled gratefully at the Autobot leader. I looked up, surprised, then remembered that I still had my tail-sword attached to me.

"Yes." I told him, causing him to look over at me, "I have a sword..."

Prime looked at Bluestreak, who nodded his head in understanding. Bluestreak walked up to me, blue optics still shining with happiness at Prime giving me a chance.

"He want's all of your weapons taken away." Bluestreak informed, and I nodded my head, already expecting as much.

I reached back and disconnected my tail-sword, bringing it in front of me. A few of the Autobots looked at me in caution, eying the sword with distrust. I twirled it so the hilt was facing Bluestreak, and he took it from me.

"Do you have any other weapons?" Bluestreak asked, I shook my head. Bluestreak brought my sword over to Prime, who took it from him.

"No guns?" Prime asked, somewhat surprised.

"No," I answered, "I never even fired one, much less held one..."

"Why?" Bluestreak asked, chuckling slightly, "Were they afraid you might accidentally have shot a Decepticon in the Spark?"

I chuckled softly, "More like purposely," I pointed out, shaking my head, "Someone, Starscream, would have ended up shot in the Spark had I had a gun."

"Oh?" Bluestreak asked, "And why's that?"

"Because his voice drives me insane!" I groaned, receiving snickers even from the surrounding Autobots. "And I still hold a grudge against him for almost killing me..." I muttered under my breath, "Thank you Soundwave." The last part was suppose to be quiet enough so that no one would hear.

"Soundwave adopted you," Prime asked quietly, "didn't he?"

I nodded my head slightly, wondering how he was fairing and whether or not he has realized I was missing yet. I knew that Megatron would forbid Soundwave from attempting to rescuing me, just as he had done that one time that the Autobots had managed to capture Ravage.

"Yes," I whispered, "He and my adopted siblings were the only things keeping me from ditching the Decepticons."

Prime nodded his head in understanding. "Yes, I understand that the Decepticons can be rather cruel to their teammates..." I nodded my head.

"So..." I trailed off and looked Prime in the optic, "Who are you thinking of making my 'guardian'?" I asked him, using guardian as a nicer term for what they would be.

Prime paused, thoughtful. "I've a few possible mechs..." Prime trailed off. "I've decided to give Shadowfang a chance, and I will assign someone to keep a watchful optic on her."

There were grumbles and complaints, but the Autobots didn't fully object. Bluestreak sighed and seemed to become more relaxed.

"Now," Prime turned back to me, "What do you transform into?"

I frowned, looking over my shoulder at the place my tail-sword would normally have been. "I transform into a Cybertronian wolf." I answered him, returning my gaze to Prime.

Prime nodded, now fully understanding why I looked the way I did. I frowned again, wondering if I was going to have to transform to go to the Autobot's base, not wanting to be in wolf form without my tail.

"Bluestreak," Prime turned to face the young Autobot, "How badly were you damaged?"

Bluestreak shook his head, "Not too badly, Prime." Bluestreak rolled his shoulders, wincing slightly as they protested the motion. "It'll probably be very painful to transform, though..."

Prime nodded his head. "Autobots, transform and go back to the base, I'll be there shortly." He ordered the surrounding Autobots, who did as he said. "Now, as for you two, you can ride in my trailer, it will make it easier on all of us."

Bluestreak nodded his head solemnly, before smiling softly at me. I gave Prime a curt nod, acknowledging what he had said, before returning a small, half smile to Bluestreak.