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I can not express to you the horror of the past two days! I have been sexed, by the medic! Well...more or less he went into my chest plates to see if I was a femme or mech. Yes ladies and gents I am now picking up on there terms!

Apparently these beings are cybertronians and they the Autobots (apparently the good ones) are here to destroy the Decepticons (need I say more?) For being as small as I am you'd think I was stupid with the way they treat me.

So okay, I can see that I'm a baby to there kind, Ratchet called the term a sparkling. So I am a femme sparkling to them, but seriously? Optimus, there leader and also the majestic flame semi, who I found out is quite nice. The medic, Ratchet? I say otherwise; In my mental book I have already written down the most basic survival skill for this base: Don't make Ratchet mad, avoid at all costs.

Ironhide the black one...I have to say, I really like him. Now for some of you I know what your thinking, it's not in that matter, but in a...fatherly matter. I never had a loving father as far as I can remember back, mind you..my...human memories are fading and fast. All I know is that my femme creator ran out on me leaving me with an angry mech creator.

Each day I remember less and less of the actual details and more of the emotional side to things. Like the scars on my heart I have; I had thought I had locked those away, but seeing as I'm loosing most of my human memories and am in this new form...it's like...all that I am retaining is things that have happened to me emotionally.

I'm not sure why this is happening, but I'm scared. I'm so afraid that one day I'll wake up and no longer be who I am, but who knows perhaps it'll be for the better. I mean...I never was a very good person in my opinion. I have to many faults...way to many. Which brings me to where I am now.

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The loud wail rang through the base at an audio splitting level. The nightmare was still fresh in my mind and I couldn't shake it off. I was in the midst of an old memory, one I was hoping to forget. The pain in my heart...err...spark was intense.

I didn't understand what I needed or wanted, only that I was in pain and needed someone to take it away. I could feel my another presence brush against my own, my spark pulling towards it, while I mentally tried to pull away from it.

The fear of what was going on and the sudden feeling of being rejected had me wailing louder for some unknown reason. I just couldn't stop! I could hear the sound of bickering nearby making me emit a low whine.

"Wha' th' frag did ya do Ra'ch'?" Jazz asked, coming into the medbay and looking down at the little femme.

"I did nothing! She is simply looking for somebot to stabilize her spark with a bond, that is all."

"It does not seem like that is the only reason. Are you positive Ratchet?" Optimus glanced worriedly to the little one. His processor already starting to ache from the loud wailing. In the back ground he could just make out the sound of a human soldier yelling at them to shut it up.

"What else could be wrong prime? If it is not just her looking for a guardian what else?" Ratchet asked quizzically looking down at the little one.

"She defi'itley got 'erself a goo' set o' voca'izers on her!" Jazz spoke up attempting to lighten the situation. Suddenly the medbay doors burst open Ironhide storming over. Silently he picked me up and cradled me to his chassis. Snapping at them in cybertonian while letting me listen to his spark.

I silenced immediately curling into him and relaxing. Some part of me subconsciously reached out again for another spark. This time I felt someone answer gently latching onto me. Jerking I looked up at Ironhide with wide optics. I could feel his presence there in my spark, soothing me, and inquiring what was wrong.

Silently I thought of the dream...the dark figure who had chased me down...had hurt me. I whined curling into him as I felt him look at the dream himself. After a moment his arms curled me closer and unknowingly to me he explained it to them.

Looking up that's when I noticed them all looking at me, Ironhide was dragging a gentle digit down my back calming me. The tense atmosphere had me on edge, not knowing what to expect. Would they lash out at me? Did I make them angry? Oh no I must have made them angry, now I'm gonna pay! Whining softly I curled into a ball.

"What's th' ma'er now?" Jazz spoke up watching how Ironhides optics narrowed.

"apparently she thinks she's made us angry...she scared of her...punishment." He spat the last word angrily, feeling revolted somebot would harm an innocent sparkling. They all looked down at me as I curled closer, hoping that he would protect me.

Always. Startled I looked up.

H-he can hear me? There was a soft snort of amusement.

Of course. Watching him suddenly a small childish side of me, that was growing for some reason, started to giggle. I was fascinated by him, by all of them.

Do you have a designation?

Designation?

What are you called?

….I have no name.

"What did she say?" We both looked up to see the three others watching us in amusement...except Ratchet, his was irritation.

"The most I have found is that she does not have a designation." Ironhide answered for me. Looking up at Optimus and the others I let off a set of curious warbling chirps, all but a whisper. Optimus suddenly looked to Ironhide seeming to contemplate something.

"Why don't you giver her a designation then old friend." Ironhide seemed to think for a moment before deciding.

"Whisper." All was quiet for a moment before Jazz started laughing.

"Ain't tha' a lit'le con'radi'ting? Ah mean she' kin'a loud." Jazz sniggered softly while speaking. Ironhide smirked.

"That's the point. I think it fits, she's loud and yet there's a whisper of some emotion that no one will ever know, but her."

"...Tha's a lit'le deep e'en fo ya don' ya thin' hide!" With a low growl, from the mech that held her, Jazz darted from the room laughing. Ironhide paused momentarily to hand me off to Optimus and chased after him. With a sigh Optimus shook his helm.

I shifted uncomfortably, red warning showing up in front of my optics. They warned me that I needed to refuel. I grimaced touching my 'belly' so to speak.

"Seems like someones hungry." Looking up at Optimus I chirped my affirmative through a soft whistle. Ratchet and him chuckled softly, the former going off to get me some of the pink stuff. What was it called again? Energon I think.


AN:
Hey everyone. I hope you all liked this next installment. Truth be told I'm kinda winging it through the whole being-a-sparkling time. ^^' I'm hoping that it'll turn out right..*insert nervous laughter* ANYWAYS let me know what ya think. Good, bad, spelling, need more work?