Hey y'all! I really had thought I'd already posted this… '-_-

Anyways, it's posted now! I'm having major writer's block as to what to do now… so if you got an idea, let me know!

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

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Just as I heard footsteps approaching, I was suddenly thrown back through a segment of passageway I hadn't known existed. I tumbled downward, landing with a painful crash at the end of the tunnel. I seemed to be stuck behind a panel in the control room. I heard shuffling from the other side of the wall, and my face glowed when I heard familiar grumbling.

"Of course; leave it to me! The Doc Bot can handle it! What were they thinking? Young bots; can't keep their heads out of the clouds and their face out of the mirror." Ratchet griped. I didn't hesitate to bang against the panel I was trapped behind. "What was that?"

"Please!" a distinctively feminine voice begged. I soon recognized it as my own. "Help me! I'm trapped!"

"Bumblebee, if this is one of your jokes, I'll reformat you into a toaster!" Ratchet snapped. I groaned. Leave it to the Doc Bot to say something like that.

"This is no joke! I'm stuck! Please, Ratchet, help me!" I pleaded. Ratchet seemed to believe me.

"Now, calm down. I'm going to get you out of there." I heard him say. I knew he was pulling out his electromagnets. "Back up, if you can." I did as I was told. I heard the metal crunch and un-hinge from the wall. I stumbled out of the cramped space, collapsing to the ground. My legs were too weak to stand on.

"Please help me. I...I can't see."

"Calm down. Everything's going to be okay." he said, and I felt his arm around my shoulders, lifting me into a standing position. I fell to the ground again. "Can't you stand?" he snapped.

"I've never needed to before!" I retorted hotly. "I haven't been a bot for more than a solar cycle!" I was met with silence for my answer. I heard the familiar sound of a comm. link opening.

"Prime! I've got a bot down here that can't see and can't stand. She claims that she was just created, and she knows my name. Get down here, fast!" Ratchet swiftly explained the situation.

"We're on our way." I heard Optimus answer after a moment.

"Come on. Now, you're gonna have to help me out a little; I'm an old bot. I can't very well carry you all the way." Ratchet said, surprisingly gently.

"Just use your magnets." I sighed. I felt him tense beside me.

"You said you couldn't see!" Ratchet exclaimed.

"I can't; but I used to! It's a long story." I said wearily. I felt myself get lifted by electricity, and was moved to the medi-lab, I supposed. I was set off to the side of the room, where I knew a mess remained.

"Just let me get organized, and then we can do something about your eyes." I felt something by my right hand. I picked it up and tried to figure out what it was. It was a wrench, by the shape of it, and it was either a 5/8 or a 10/16. "Where'd that darn wrench go?" I heard a muffled shout.

"Over here!" I replied. "It's either a 5/8 or a 10/16, but I'm not sure."

"How can you tell?"

"I'm feeling the opening of it. I know most wrench sizes, and I usually can tell the difference. I wasn't able to feel a solar cycle ago, so this is a new concept for me." I mused.

"To tell you the truth, kid, I'm not really sure I believe your story." Ratchet said reluctantly.

"I don't blame you. With all you've been through, it'd be hard to believe something as far-fetched as my explanation." I sighed.

"How would you know what I've been through?" Ratchet growled.

I took a deep breath. "Ratchet. Autobot medi-bot. Graduated from Iacon Medical School two million stellar cycles ago. Worked as a field medic until an encounter with intelligence officer Arcee, then was recruited for Project Omega as Omega Supreme's mentor, taking Arcee's place. After the Great War ended, you joined Optimus Prime's crew repairing Space Bridges until the recent rediscovery of the Allspark, Decepticon attack, and crash landing here on Earth." I said clearly, leaving out some certain details that would only bring back painful memories for us both.

"Okay, you certainly just boosted your story's factuality." Ratchet said slowly. "The others should be arriving shortly."

"Actually, they just came inside." I said matter-of-factly. "They should be here right about...now." I said, speedily doing speed and timing calculations in my mind. True to my word, I heard footsteps approaching the medi-lab. Four sets if my hearing was correct. "Optimus Prime. It's a pleasure to see you - well, it will be, once Ratchet fixes my optics." I said sheepishly.

"It's nice to meet you!" an excited voice exclaimed, leaving Optimus spluttering.

"Thank you, Bumblebee." I grinned slightly at the exuberant Autobot.

"Have we, uh, met you before?"

"No, Bulkhead. We haven't." I clarified.

"Then how do you know our names?"

"I know a lot about you all." I said coyly.

"Oh~, so what do you know about me~?" Bumblebee drawled.

"Save it, Bumblebee. Believe me - she knows." Ratchet interrupted what was sure to be another lengthy flashback. "Now," he said, directed at me. "Let's do something about your eyes." I was lifted onto the medical table.

"What do you think the problem it, Doc?"

"I'm surprised. Your circuits are scrambled; your emotional circuit board is halfway to fried, and all your energy is all going to make sure you don't go offline." Ratchet explained to me.

"Please. Put me in stasis for repairs. I feel like I'm halfway to the Well of All Sparks." I moaned wearily, another wave of pain washing over me.

"If you're sure." Ratchet said uneasily.

"I'm sure." my mind was fuzzy, and I laid back contentedly.

"Before you rest, what's your name?" I heard Optimus' voice question. It was the last thing I heard.

"Teletraan-1"

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(OP's POV)

My optics widened as the unknown fembot answered my question.

"Teletraan-1."

A moment of shocked silence followed.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?" Bumblebee asked quietly.

I gazed at the supposed Teletraan-1. As Cybertronian females go, she was attractive enough, but her attitude is what captured my attention. Despite being trapped on this ship for Primus-knows long, not knowing whether or not she would survive the next mega-cycle, her mood was still optimistic and cheery. It slightly amazed me as to how she was able to still have a pleasant outlook on life as a whole, seemingly ready to take upon herself any task that presented itself to her.

"I don't know what to think anymore." I sighed, shaking my head. First the Decepticons, and now this?

"Well, this certainly changes things." Prowl spoke for the first time since arriving.

"Duh." Bumblebee said dryly.

"Get out and let me work!" Ratchet shooed us all away, but I lingered outside the door long enough to hear him speak quietly.

"I sure hope this all turns out okay, kid."

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Ta-da! I'm thinking I'll end each chapter in another canon character's POV. Let me know what you think of the idea!

Hugs and fluffy one-shots,

Jaacs McHenry