Hey mah peeps, how are y'all doing? I am still waiting for more reviews. Thanks for your support everyone!

I apologize to all of you who work at at&t- my phone stopped working today and I spent 6 hours trying to get it to work again. All while quietly cursing my mother's hacking abilities and imagining up the most creative ways of introducing her personally to hell (I have my reasons- read my bio) but it wasn't her. Sorry.

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[Bumblebee]

{Cybertronian}

Chapter 7:

Here We Go Again

Everybody stared in shock as Prowl finished off his report with a grim look on his face.

"W-what?" Sunstreaker chocked out.

Hardwire looked up at the frontliner with a sad look in his optics. "I can only say how awful it felt to do nothing."

"But there must have been something you could have done!" Sideswipe stressed.

"There wasn't." Nightshade limped out of the med bay over to the opening to a hallway before sitting heavily on a berth there. Her words were whispered, her voice cracked and her head was turned down. "There wasn't anything they could do without bringing further harm." She shifted in her spot and winced in pain. She was so out of it that she had yet to replace her mask and visor. "We were chained and they were gagged- it would have brought more harm than good."

Ratchet surged forward towards the femme prime. "Nightshade, you should be resting. We haven't any idea-"

"I have a few," She butted in, gently waving her servo at the medic. "It's not the first time this has happened to me- I will be fine."

The rest of team prime did not look comforted by that statement, but did not press any further.

Nightshade nodded a greeting before laboriously hauling herself to pedes and limping her way to the roof of the silo.

Her team watched her go with sad but knowing optics and everyone trickled out slowly.

/on the silo roof a few minutes later/

*Nightshade's POV*

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize I had a visitor until Ratchet sat next to me and hung his feet over the edge.

"How are doing, Prime?"

He asked quietly. I went to turn my helm to him, but my gears creaked and I hissed in pain. "Honestly."

I snorted dryly. "Honestly- I feel like scrap." Ratchet looked surprised by my turn in behavior. "Every gear, joint, and plate on my protoform hurts like the pit... but that isn't what really hurts."

Ratchet sent me a questioning look and I continued. "Can i tell you something that you can never tell anyone except for my team?" He looked confused but nodded none the less. I took a deep breath and began to explain.

"My friends and I were never from this dimension- in fact, we were never even cybertronians to begin with. We were humans. When I was little, my mother was not a good person. She was arrested for child abuse and my dad died when I was 10. I had three younger sisters that died in an accident before that as well. I was moved from foster home to foster home. Some were decent, even less were good, most had me leaving with the same pain I'm feeling now. When I was 15, I met the five amazing femmes you saw with me. Then though we as different names. I was Cali, Icewhip was Emily, Radio was Katrina, Silver was Arianna, Shadow was Madison, and Hunter was Carrie. We all had family issues, but I kinda took them under my wing. I was the oldest, 19 when we got sent here."

Ratchet was silent for a moment. "I appreciate what your doing but why are you telling me?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I trust you- for one. Two because I have a feeling I may a physician who knows more about cybertronian biology in a little while."

"...why?"

I looked up at him in all seriousness. "Ratchet I have been raped and I've had so much forced sex, I know when I will end up expecting. It's happened three time before." Ratchet almost spoke but I broke him off. "First was when I was 14. That one only lasted 2 weeks before I had a miscarriage. The second was when I was 16. I got 4 months along with twins but had a miscarriage because of stress. The third was when I was 18. Icewhip- back then Emily- had tried to get into an alley way to cool off but a group of younger guys cornered her; tried to take advantage of her. I gave myself for her and ended up with a little girl. I got to 8 months along before she was born premature and died two days later."

I didn't bother to look at Ratchet as I got up to go back to my berth. "You don't have to help me. I'm sorry."

But I felt a hand on my shoulder before I could reach the door.

*Ratchet's POV*

I laid my servo on the Prime's shoulder, turned her around, and pulled her into a hug.

When the femme team had shown up, I knew they had to be young, but never expected younglings to have gone through what she did.

I pulled back and held her at arms length. " Of course I will help. It is my duty and honor- no matter whose sparkling it will be."

She wiped away a few stray tears and looked at the ground defiantly. "It will be my sparkling- no one else's. Blood has no say."

I nodded my helm at her and gave her a reassuring pat. "I'm here for ya, Cali. Don't forget that."

/3 weeks later/

*Ratchet's POV*

I was working hard on my science project with Rafael when yet another servo tapped my shoulder. I whirled around to snap a quick 'WHAT!' When I realized it was Nightshade.

She looked down and fidgeted slightly and muttered, "Can you give me that scan now, Ratch?"

I nodded and led her to the enclosed med bay, telling RAF to continue without me.

Once together, the femme sat down wearily on a berth and said, "I've been purging my tanks twice a day every day, I'm more tired than normal, and I'm grouchy. It's a miracle I haven't been found out yet."

As she finished her summary, I led an in depth scan on her upper cavity. I smiled softly at the results. "Congratulations, Nightshade- you're going to be a mother."

Her face became overjoyed before dulling back down some. "Can you keep it a secret form everyone?"

"Why would you want that?" I asked. "A sparkling in the midst of war is good news."

She looked down. "After loosing four, I don't want them to be let down."

'Ah'. There it was. "Well, to prevent that, I am ordering strict medical leave until delivery. No active duty. Monitor duty only. AND-" I raised my servo to cut her off. "Furthermore, if you leave base, you must have a capable autobot with you at all times. No complaints."

She nodded and sent me a small smile and surprised me with a hug. "I was going to say thanks- but that works too."

I shook my head with a smile as I muttered an exasperated, 'younglings.'

(PS: I don't know how long it really is, but for times sake I am making cybertronian pregnancies short. I am also doing it so that, the sparkling sleeps for the first day it's born, but by the second day they have the mindset of a human 2-3 year old. Hardwire and Nightshade have also started talking/dating at this time yet she is still closed off to him. I thought of putting it in, but I thought it would be better in my series of one shots I will make. They've really just been hanging out.

*Nightshade's POV*

It has been 2 months of practically nothing but energon deposits that I could not go to and utter boredom.

I was currently in the main room logging reports. Optimus is next to me doing... something... and the rest of his team was doing there own thing. My team was currently scouting an energon deposit and the children were... I believe playing hide and go seek.

The spark in me had grown bigger and bolder and I smiled softly to myself as it kicked. I had my femme group in on the secret, but they understood what I had gone through.

Suddenly I felt a shark pain run quickly through my chest before disappearing, causing me to flinch and Optimus to look over quickly. "Are you well, Nightshade?"

I nodded at him before resuming my work.

I had not done much when another bolt of pain went through my chest, except this time it was white hot and I couldn't withhold a cry of pain as I bent over and pulled my arms to my chest.

Hardwire was instantly at my side holding me up as everyone looked at me worriedly.

"Nightshade?" Arcee asked as she walked over. "What's wrong?"

I ignored her in favor of calling Ratchet. He came rushing over before setting me on a berth in the med bay. I was still curled up shaking from the pain and whimpers would escape every now and then.

*3rd POV*

Sideswipe asked quickly," what's up with her?!" Ratchet just shooed all of them out of the med bay except Hardwire, Optimus, and Arcee. Jack was on the railing next to Arcee and June was in Optimus' hand.

"Go!" Ratchet shouted at the group. "I don't need you in the way! You'll find out later!"

"Ratchet?" Nightshade croaked out. "I don't care if they stay- just help please?"

The medic nodded and went to scan her upper cavity.

Hardwire was calling out as he was lost on what was happening, Optimus was looking for answers, and Arcee and Jack were trying to comfort the female Prime. June quieted everything minus the cries of pain. "What is going on?!"

Ratchet continued to try to lay Nightshade out flat to open her spark chamber. "I don't know!" He snapped desperately. "Now go and give me space!"

Hardwire was quiet for a moment before, "WHAT!"

Optimus butted in as he managed to push the worried green mech out of the med bay. At this point only he, the medic (June as well), and the patient were left. "Can you help her?"

Ratchet nearly nodded before shoving his leader out. "Yes, now let me work."

The rest of the base couldn't help but worry for the young leader.

Bumblebee: I hope she's ok.

Optimus: She will be- Ratchet is a good medic.

Hardwire: But is she isn't?

Icewhip: *walks in* isn't what?

Arcee: Nightshade is hurt and doc doesn't know why!

Icewhip: Oh no. *runs out calling team*

Title from Skillet's It's Not Me Its You.

Please review. I have ideas but not good ones. I need feedback soon, people's. for this and my series of one shots.

I'm thinking of making Ratchet be like a father to Nightshade and Optimus like a brother. Nightshade can look out for Bee like a sparkling or nephew. Likes? Thanks. ;)