The hand never came down. There was the most terrifying crash above me and I heard the mech being thrown off several feet away from us, Bee's body jerked from the movement, he was shaking from the pain, his optics dim.

I turned to see a large form hovering over us, I couldn't quite make out who it was until he lowered himself and picked me up in large gentle blue hands. With his other arm he carefully held a gun keeping a look out for any enemy that got too close for comfort.

"All autobots, I have got the sparkling; you can now go full out" Optimus voice said out to his troops. He turned me to his chest, blocking my view from the world of war, but I could still hear, the screaming, the explosions, the violence.

"Prime!" Ratchet's voice reached my sensitive audios.

"Help Bumblebee, he's critical, Buzzer is fine for now."

I could almost see the medic nod even though I was kept away from the sight. I looked up at Prime although I could only see his chin from where I was, I felt vulnerable there, I realized how much my size was an important factor and how defenceless I was. Prime's hands shielded me but I knew he would be endangering himself this way.

I faintly heard from the background a high pitched voice of a mech yell out "Decepticons!Retreat!"

Optimus didn't say anything as he eyed someone in the sky, I snuggled my head against his chest, seeking warmth and assurance. His spark beat was different from the usual. It was stern, cold, unmoving, yet at the same time it felt like he had a great passion supporting it.

"Optimus?" I whimpered my processor scratchy from the earlier scream. He seemed to hear me however and looked down, his comforting blue optics settled on my form seeking any possible harm.

"Is Jetfire Okay? Is Bee okay?" I was worried, I hadn't seen the tall aerial anywhere and he was kind of hard to miss. Bee I'd seen his damage, and I partially felt his pain, I knew he was suffering.

"They are both fine young one. Don't you worry." He said patting my head lightly with a finger. He then lifted his other hand to reach his audio and send out a message "autobots, regroup, it doesn't seem like they'll come back." I turned around as soon as he hand was removed and scaled the one holding me. The schenery wasn't pretty, the earth was turned, mechs looked battered but most were fine, if just a little alarmed.

Ratchet was hunched over Bumblebee's form trying to fix his damaged chest, Primus I could see the glow from his spark coming from the holes of Barricade's fingers.

Optimus must have felt my sudden fear for he lowered his hand again turning me away from the sight.

It just horrible, I felt disgusted with myself, I had been the reason why everyone had held back, I was the reason some of them got hurt, primus I hope no one off lined.

Optimus POV.

This had been one of the worse battles in my lifestream, there had been only one time before when we were in such a precarious situation. That had been when Bumblebee was young, he had been one of the casualties of war. Sparklings had become so rare they were like miracles. The two factions fought to keep one if they ever encountered one.

In war, numbers made a difference, even if it meant by one. Bumblebee had been a target as soon as the deceptcions had found out his existence as a sparkling, now it was Buzzer's turn it seemed, and she was even more valuable because she was a femme. Femmes were far too rare to be ignored; however decepticons had different plans for them.

I put my hand down again to block her view as her conflicting emotions started to feel through the bond I tried to keep at bay. She was certainly feeling Bumblebee, and I could do nothing about it, the mech was no longer conscious.

" It will be all right young one" I said to her in an attempt to comfort her, but it did very little, her frame was still shaking and she started to sob, actual energon tears were coming out and I just couldn't hear her because apparently her voice processor was strained.

"Ironhide, help me take him to the med bay, I can't help him more out here!" Ratchet said and the weapon specialist lost no time, he had taken care of Bumblebee the most out of us all and would do just about anything for the youngling's well being.

"Optimus, you should take her out of here, this is no place for a sparkling" the medic quickly said before heading off with the yellow mech.

"Sir, I'll take care of things here "Prowl said from behind me, his optics trailed off towards the sparkling in my hands. His processor was probably wondering where she came from and the implications it would cause, especially the new rules, no doubt he was already making that list.

"Thank you Prowl…I appreciate it. I also need someone to go check on the humans; I'll send you the coordinates." He nodded in consent and I left for the newly constructed base. I headed for Bumblebee and Buzzer's room. I had yet to see it myself but today it was to try and put the sparkling in a less frightening environment. As I entered the lights came on illuminating the brightly coloured room, there was a berth and a couch and then there were the shelves, they held many objects, most of them human but some of them looked like natural organic objects like acorns or leaves. Buzzer quieted down to low whimpers when we entered, recognizing the room, her spark was a little more at ease now but she was still scared.

I sat down on the couch with a sigh, letting my body relax for the first time since the battle.

We didn't say anything, we only relinquished on the comforting silence, it was calm and serene, unlike the roar of war we just witnessed.

The young sparkling sniffled against my chest, she was tired, but wouldn't go to recharge so soon.

"I'm scared" the tiny voice almost broke my spark, it wavered.

"Don't be, your with us" I said stroking her red and black helm affectingly.

"But what if they come back?"

"I'll protect you." For a moment I felt her love, it was a tiny fraction coming out between all of her fear but it was there. "All the autobots will." If anything her emotion only seemed to grow stronger and I sent a bit of my love back, she calmed visibly.

"What do they want with us? Why do they hurt us?" The words carried so much innocence in her young voice I was afraid to even answer her.

"Sometimes I don't know myself." I admitted " I suppose many have different reasons, but…the deceptcions have different ideals from us, that is why we are at war."

She nodded in understanding, I was trying to keep it as simple as possible but how did you do that with a war that was eons old? "They believe only the strong should rule, and have little to no respect for others. We autobots however believe that freedom is a right for all sentient beings, and that we should protect those who can not protect themselves." She nodded once more rubbing her tiny face onto my chest her optics slightly dim.

"I'm glad I'm with you then" she said before falling into recharge. I could only smile, caressing her headflaps ever so lightly. It had been long since I was feeling so peaceful, especially after coming out of a battle, but just seeing her tiny smile, and hearing her small spark was enough to make me release a bit more of my weight into the couch and head into recharge myself.

Buzzer's POV

I onlined again, back in the room and still against Prime's chest, I felt a bit tired still but that was just me being lazy I knew. I checked my internal chronometer and realized it was noon, I let out a small groan stretching in my upgrade then climbed out of Prime's hands and down his legs to reach the ground.

I looked up a second time to make sure Optimus was still sleeping, after confirming so I ran to the door and left.

Surprisingly the halls weren't filled with the new mechs, I actually didn't find any on my way to the med bay, and to my great terror, no one was in the said med bay either. Not even Ratchet. I searched desperately for him but even when I called there was no one.

Fear gripped my spark. Maybe the deceptcions came back and took them away? Maybe they were….no….they couldn't be!

I ran out towards the exit of the base, the place was still marked from yesterday's battle but I didn't seen anyone. The ark lay innocently on its landing spot, landing bridges closed tightly shut.

I approached it but saw no one and there was just no way for me to get in! …I couldn't…but…

Looking around once more, making sure there was no one I could ask help to I ran up to one of the air cleansing vents and worked my way with it. After fifteen minutes of fiddling with the screws and pulling the bars I managed to get it open and crawled in. It was big enough for me, and probably someone a bit taller but certainly not for a mech of femme of youngling or adult age. Unless of course they were mini bots.

The air was thick with dust and others things I did not want to know the name of as I crawled further in. I heard chatter. Quickly I crawled in its direction and found an opening, it was on a ceiling and down in the room I could see various tables spread out and a few mechs drinking energon.

"I'm telling you, this smells for trouble" a red black and white mech said to another with similar build and a bright golden paintjob. The said mech snorted looking away.

"Side's you always say that!" he sounded annoyed but the other took no offense in his tone and smiled widely.

"And aren't I always right?" the golden one sighed face palming.

"Primus knows you are…you sparkling corruptor" he snorted seeming a bit amused now. "You did that with Bumblebee, isn't he enough?"

"Oh but this is completely different! This is a femme we're talking about Sunny! How can I pass the chance?!"

I realised with some curiosity that they were referring to me.

"Oh Primus don't tell me your planning on influencing this one too!" a green mech wailed. He had his chin resting on the table and his hands covering his head like he had a processor ache.

"I have no idea what your talking about Hound" Sides said looking away trying to seem innocent.

The conversation then went on to other things and I soon moved away, determined to find the ship's medbay.

If there was something I have been thought about ships was that the medbay was usually at the center and had an almost direct hall to the escape pods in case they needed to evacuate the wounded. The ark however was the hugest ship I had ever seen! Well…It was also the second one I had ever seen. But still I heard stories about this place, and honestly the air vents were a complete maze.

I crawled around for about half an hour seeing mechs in various halls and once or twice listening in to conversations but nothing interesting or informative ever came up.

As I turned around a corner though someone was opening the vent up ahead. I froze in my spot listening.

"And your certain you saw her crawl into the vents?" a calm and collect voice asked, he sounded a bit unemotional, though not completely.

"Absolutly Prowl, I didn't get to her in time though so I think she is still wondering around." Another voice said, this one sounding far too educated.

"I told you we should have put alarm systems in them!" another more panicked one said, to which the stern voice sighed out of patience.

"Red Alert we've discussed this before, any alarm systems would continuously be triggered off by all the dust and garbage that piles up inside them. It would be out of control warnings every hour." He said. I then saw a pair of hands settle on the rim of the exit and a black and white head with a red emblem poked in. Our optics crossed for a brief second, his widening in surprise.

Quickly I ran backwards trying to run away, I did not want to be caught just yet, not until I got to the med bay!

"She's in here! She's headed for the storage rooms!" I heard him say and once she heard their hurried steps she moved forwards again, if they were headed that direction then I would quietly carry on, they would never suspect me going back.

Quietly I approached the forgotten exit, I was a bit weary but it was the only way to head on. Very slowly I peeked my head out only to feel a tight grip on my scruff bar and be pulled out of there. The mech who had seen me now had a good hold onto me. I tried to kick him, shouting every sparkling and non sparkling curse I knew. He stood rigid, only raising an optic ridge at my efforts and waited until I tired myself.

"Done now?" there was a small tinge of amusement in his voice, I just growled at him and didn't answer. "I thought so. You're a sneaky little one aren't you?" I glared at his optics.

"I came to see Ratchet!" surprisingly he chuckled, it was small and gently but it was there.

"And demanding. Does Optimus know you're here?" I felt a bit of guilt and embarrassment so I looked away.

"No…"

"He must be worried then. I'll contact him and tell him you're safe."

"No! He was recharging! I didn't want to wake him up!" He studied me for a second before nodding.

"Very well, I'll take you to Ratchet then, that voice processor sounds like it could use some work." He carefully placed me on his shoulder and I noticed he had doorwings like Bumblebee, only his read "Police" and had a message engraved in one of them saying "to protect and serve". Overall this mech was black and white and had a good height. He didn't seem too rough nor too weak, but more like the calm and collected one, the calculating.

"I'm Buzzer" I said trying to sound as friendly as possible, this mech didn't seem like the type to have many friends. His optics drifted in my direction for a moment but he kept on waking.

"Prowl" he said and then turned back to his path.

Normal POV

The med bay doors hissed open and the first thing that was heard was Ratchet yelling at some poor mech who darted out of the room as if the pit was after him.

The furious medic turned to Prowl and was about to rant at him when he saw the tiny femme on his shoulder. She waved lightly at him with a small smile and immediately he relaxed and his expression softened.

"Buzzer." He approached the two as the tactician handed her of to his hands.

"I believe she is in need of vocalizer repairs Ratchet." Prowl said "We found her sneaking around the air vents looking for you." The medic seemed surprised and stared down at the young femme In his hands.

"Primus you hang around Bumblebee too much…we haven't had that problem in centuries! Your air filter must be a mess." Her head snapped up at the mention of her guardian.

"How is he?" Ratchet smiled at the young one's concern, he'd noticed how the two had gotten so close, if he knew any better he'd say they were like brothers.

"He'll be just fine, as soon as he wakes up he is free to go back to his duties." He started scanning her and often asked for her to lift her head or shift armour plating so he could fix her vocalizer.

Her optics kept darting to the yellow figure at the back of the room laying on a recharge berth, only looking away when Ratchet asked her.

A groan reached their audios as the mech finally started to move.

"Primus…what hit me…?" He asked as he sat up.

"BEE!!!" she screamed in all but happiness, but soon followed with a series of hacking noises and coughing, to which Ratchet growled.

"Don't talk while I'm fixing you! Your going to damage it all over again!"

She was happy though, seeing her guardian up again was worth ruining her vocalizer a second time.

"What happened?" He asked almost jumping off the berth to join the two.

"Oh nothing, I didn't get a chance to fix her yesterday and she sneaked into the ark's venting system a few kliks ago, so I used the chance, I believe she was rather worried for you." Ratchet said in mild amusement.

"The vents?" the medic nodded.

"But that was my domain!" he wailed in mock disappointment making the young one giggle and upsetting the mech even more.

"Slag it hold still!" he berated her trying to get a good hold on her helm.

After a few minutes of fixing her armour and vocalizer plus a filter clean up she was ready to go and all to eager to do so.

"I suggest you introduce her to the rest of the crew, there are already too many rumours about her circling around.

The scout nodded, putting the red femme on his shoulder and all but sprinted out in excitement, all the while having Buzzer cheer him on.


Ah I finished another one o.o

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