Well, I'd say I did so-so on this piece lol Sorry if I have been inactive lately; it's just that I've taking care of my older sister's newborn daughter. W00t, I'm an Aunty! Well, thanks for waiting and enjoy this chapter!

Genre-

Family/Drama/Romance/Adventure/Humor

Units of Time-

Klik= 1 minute

Joor= 3 hours

Cycle= 1 day

Breem= 1 week

Groon= 1 month

Stellar cycle= year

Meta cycle= 5 years

Deca cycle= 10 years

Orn= century

Vorn= 5 centuries

Communication-

:underline:- spark twins talking

:bold:- bonded mechs talking

:italics:- comm link

Disclaimer-

I do not own any of the following characters of TFA, except for my OC

Promise

Chapter 3: Future Intimidation and Peace

At the Decepticon Lair

Megatron, the ruthless leader of the Decepticons, was sitting on his throne, savoring the information that Shockwave has just given to him. He smirked, already forming a plan for their precious Magnus-to-be.

This was brilliant. The femme Prime was next in line after Ultra Magnus, but of course the princess cannot rule Cybertron without a mate by her side. Shockwave had inform him that if Megatron is to be that mate for the femme, then that would make the warlord ruler of Cybertron at long last. But one must never underestimate this young Prime's appearance, so this arrangement must be planned thorough.

First, Megatron wants the young Seeker to be brought to him alive. And who can do better to perform such a tasks? There was only one mech that can.

"Blitzwing," Megatron ordered the three-faced mech. "Contact the bounty hunter, Lockdown."

"Az you command, My Lord," Blitzwing confirmed as be began to contact the said mech.

"And just why would you want to contact that pathetic excuse of a hunter," Starscream sneered as he crosses his arms. "I'd be the one to capture that femme myself!"

"Your idiotic opinion is well known, Starscream," Megatron smirked, not even looking at the purple and grey Seeker. "This femme is not one to be taken so lightly."

"Bah! She is still a helpless femme Autobot. She doesn't even deserve to bear Seeker wings."

As both mech continued to argue with each other, Blackarachnia just stood in the dark corner. So, the princess of Cybertron was here on Earth after all. This might give the Decepticons the upper servo to finally rule Cybertron.

"Blackarachnia," Megatron summoned the black and purple femme.

Walking towards the warlord and bowing down on her knees, she replied coolly, "Yes, Lord Megatron?"

"To be sure that our guest is left unguarded, you shall be keeping an optic on her until the timing is perfect. When it does, you and Lockdown will bring her to me."

"Of course, Lord Megatron."

Well, that's just perfect. Blackarachnia and the bounty hunter will be the ones to capture the young Prime. Even so, this could be interesting.

Autobot Base

Optimus was monitoring through their security cameras, as usual. So far everything seems fine and normal. As he was typing away, his mind wandered about his little femme. Not that he was worried or anything…okay, maybe a little. Optimus knows that she's in good servos with Prowl and Jazz, so he shouldn't feel worried. He just prayed to Primus that the Decepticons weren't out there while Canary and the cyber ninjas were out for a stroll. After all, there hasn't been any Decepticon activity…again.

'I don't understand,' Optimus thought, rubbing tiredly his servo on the side of his faceplates. 'Why haven't they showed any threats lately? What's Megatron up to?'

"Prime," the red and blue mech turned to Ratchet's voice who was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. "don't you think you've done enough surveillance in one night?"

"Sorry Ratchet," Optimus smiled meekly at the old medic. "It's just it's been months since we last encountered Megatron and the Decepticons."

"Trust me kid," Ratchet huffed as he walked over to Optimus. "You're not the only one feelin' that way. But that's not the only thing that's givin' your processors the edge, is it?"

"…No, it's not."

Ratchet figured that that was the case. Sure, it was a surprise that Optimus has a daughter; the Prime should have at least told them about her. But the old medic understood why he didn't mention her, especially after the whole incident with him and Elita-One. Now that Canary is here, though…

"Are you planning to tell her?" Ratchet asked cautiously.

"I'm not sure, Ratchet," Optimus sighed sadly. "I want to, but…I don't want to see her get hurt either. She's already suffered enough after the day…Elita-One disappeared."

"Hmm…Well, just tell her whenever you feel that you need to. Not now, obviously; take your time to choose your words carefully."

"I will Ratchet. Thank you."

To be honest, Optimus hoped that Canary would handle it.

Meanwhile at the woods

"Ow! Ow!" Jazz guffawed as Canary pinned him with his front side planted on the ground. "Okay okay! I give! I give!"

Prowl grunted as he tried to pull free from Jazz's nunchucks tied around his wrist and pedes. The young Prime somehow managed to swipe the white mech's weapons and slammed Prowl against a tree, tying him in the process. Primus, that Seeker was fast!

Canary giggled and got off of her sensei to help him up on his pedes. She felt a bit embarrass; she tried to go easy on them, but she couldn't help it. She looked at the black and gold mech who was huffing out in defeat and irritation and she laughed even more.

"I'm sorry, Prowl," Canary snickered as she went over to help untie the nunchucks from Prowl. "My battle computer calculated the best solution to handle the situation when going against two mechs."

"And the best solution just happens to have me tied to a tree?" Prowl said, raising an optic at her.

"Yup!"

Jazz chuckled and join in to help untie his friend. The white mech was just glad to see his student in a good mood again, even after the sensitive question that Sari asked her. That's what he found the young Prime so interesting; she seems to have complete control of her emotions not matter what the situation is or was. He was just glad that he didn't show up yet.

"There!" Canary chirped as she untied the black and gold bot's pedes from Jazz's nunchuck. "Jazz, have you untied his servos yet?"

"Kinda hard to when you can tie good knots," Jazz said with a grin, unsuccessfully trying to loosen the knots.

Canary rolled her optics and went behind Prowl to assist her sensei. The young femme reached out to the knots, idly placing her servo on top of Jazz. The white mech blushed as Canary was explaining and untying the knots to Jazz. Her small servo was really soft and delicate, hard to believe that there wasn't a scratch on her while wrestling with Prowl and himself. Then again, she is built for speed and agility since she has a small yet curvy frame. The femme's jet wings were really cute whenever they fluttered, and her smile…Jazz slapped himself mentally. No! Bad, bad Jazz! She's way too young, and she's the next Magnus for Primus' sake!

Prowl leaned against the tree, waiting patiently. He started to look at Canary's jet wings. He hadn't noticed before but they were quite graceful and elusive, and they were quite lovely against the sunset. And the way they fluttered, they're almost similar as that one organic creature's wings called a swan. Her optics was also a sight to see. He had never seen a striking shade of blue; in fact it was almost turquoise instead of blue.

Both mechs didn't notice that Canary had already untied the knot and stood up until Canary coughed loudly to get their attention. Prowl shook his helm and stood upwards along with Jazz, both faceplates were tinted pale red.

"What's the matter with you guys?" Canary asked while tilting her helm questionably.

"Uh, nuthin' lil femme," Jazz smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his helm bashfully.

"Yes, nothing at all," Prowl mumbled pretending to look at the red orange sky.

She looked at them for a second then shrugged and turned to explore the woods more. The cyber ninjas followed the Seeker, minding to give her space as she wandered deeper into the forest. But that didn't stop them from admiring the femme while she walked.

Canary had never felt so at ease. This planet was simply beautiful and filled with life! It's such a shame that the humans don't even bother to stop and enjoy of what's around them. After all, without these trees, their planet would wither out since they provide air and all. She closes her optics, a small breeze of the wind that was whispering against her frame. Sentinel was whining and glitching about how contaminated and filthy Earth was, but he was just being Sentinel. Earth was certainly no 'mud ball'; it's so interesting and beautiful.

But, when she looked up at the sky, she realized that it was getting late and they have to leave soon. Sighing, she turned towards her chaperones, not noticing their slight dazed looked. She said causing both of them to jump from their trance, "We should get back now. It's getting awfully late."

"Uh, sure, lil femme," Jazz nodded feebly as he and Prowl just hummed in agreement.

The Autobots transformed to their alt modes and headed off to the base.

Autobot Base

Both Bumblebee and Sari were just outside playing with their helicopter RC toys, completely bored out of their minds. The others were out on patrol right after Sentinel and the Jet Twins left back to their ship, leaving Bumblebee and Sari at the base til the princess, Jazz and Prowl return.

"This is not even entertaining at all," Sari huffed as she landed her chopper on the ground. "And we've already played all of your video games for billions of times."

"Yeah," Bumblebee sighed. "Jeez, what's taking the bots so long?"

Sari merely shrugged. The red haired girl just wished that they come faster so they can do something fun together. Suddenly, there was a swooshing sound, similar to a…jet plane.

"Is it Starscream?" Sari asked in alarm, Bumblebee already brought out his stingers.

The yellow bot looked up in the sky, and then sighed in relief as he saw a blue F-22 beginning to land slowly to the ground.

"Nah, it's only Canary," he assured Sari. "They're finally back."

Sari also sighed in relief. Oh that's right, like the Jet Twins, Canary's alt mode it a jet plane. It's weird to Sari because she looked like Starscream for a minute there. Once the Cybertronian princess land swiftly on the ground, she transformed to her robot mode just as her sensei and Prowl came driving in and transformed as well.

"Hey 'Bee," Canary smiled at the two friends. "Hello Sari."

"Hi Princess!" Sari grinned and skipped over to the three Autobots.

"Please Sari, there's no need to address me like that. Just call me by my name."

"Oh okay, Canary."

As the two entered the base to chat more, Bumblebee asked Jazz and Prowl, "So, how did the stroll went?"

To answer the yellow bot's question, both cyber ninjas shifted nervously and Jazz answered, "Oh, pretty good. Training with her was…"

"Interesting…" Prowl finished, not looking Bumblebee in the optic.

"Oh yeah?" Bumblebee tilted his helm curiously and then gave a mischievous grin. "How interesting?"

Sari's Room

Sari and Canary soon began to be very close friends. The femme Seeker was so interested in these malls that Sari was taking about and the concerts that comes every now and then to Detroit.

"So how does it feel to be a princess on Cybertron?" Sari asked Canary, crisscrossing her legs on her tire bed.

"To be honest, Sari," Canary said as she sat down. "I much rather be a normal femme than to be treated like royalty."

"Really? But you get to do what you want when you want, don't you? You are a princess after all."

"Um, not exactly. Being the next Magnus is very stressful at times, knowing that the burden of protecting Cybertron will rest squarely on my shoulders. I want to succeed for Cybertron, for my Sire especially, but…I don't know. Even though Alpha Trion has chosen me, I wished he could have chosen somebot else."

Sari felt sorry for Canary. Who knew someone like her would feel that way.

"Well, why not give it to someone else then?" Sari suggested.

"That's the problem," Canary sighed. "I can't. This sort of thing is a permanent and terrible privilege."

"Drat."

Canary chuckled then looked at Sari. She seems so sweet and adorable for a human organic, and quite…trustworthy…

"Remember you asked me who my Carrier was?" Canary started, Sari looked at the Seeker with hopeful and excited eyes and then nodded.

"Okay, but you must promise not to tell anybot else about this, understand? Not even to Bumblebee or my Sire. You promise?"

"I promise," Sari then pretended to zip her lips.

"…Alright. Fifty stellar cycles ago, when I was a youngling…"

Canary soon began her story when she was younger, who her Carrier was and was called Elita-One, and how she was offline on that on trip that was forbidden, and how she was separated from Optimus. Throughout the whole story, Sari's smile disappeared, and was replaced by a face of sadness and sympathy. When she finished her story, Canary waited for Sari's response.

"Oh gosh Canary," Sari said as she placed her hand on Canary's. "I'm really sorry about your Carrier. I bet she was a great mom."

"Yes, she was," Canary nodded, smiled sadly as she remembered her Carrier's tender warm smiles. "She was…"

Sari was about to say something, but both she and Canary jumped as they heard Bumblebee laughing out loud, "BAHAHAHA! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU TWO GOT YOUR AFTS KICKED BY A FEMME?! HAHAHAHA!"

"SHUT UP BUMBLEBEE!" Prowl shouted and a metal banging and a yelp was heard afterwards.

"Uhm," Canary titled her helm to the side as Sari giggled.

"What does he mean by that?" Sari asked.

"Oh, while we were at the organic forest, I thought that it'd nice if Jazz and Prowl spar with me just for fun. I ended up winning."

"Really? I mean, I know that you've been with Jazz long enough to know how to beat him, but how did you manage to beat Prowl?"

"Oh, I just swiped my sensei's nunchucks and kicked Prowl to a tree and tied the nunchucks around his wrist and pedes. It was the logical way to win."

Sari then started laughing hysterically, clutching her sides as she started rolling all over her bed. Canary couldn't help but laugh with her, enjoying every moment with her new friend.

Yes, everything was turning out perfect. Or so she thought.

TBC...

Phew! So far so good I guess. Please review; I'd love to hear what 'cha think!