This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Tomosal Ivorra- Optimus Prime

Starscreecher-Starscream

Eclipt Tracer (Dark Flame Ivorra)-None

Colbolt Greyman-None

Dusk Greyman-None

Moranthi Ivorra- Megatron

*Warning* Eclipt's Irish accent is really heavy. So I made the script the way he'd talk (how it'd sound) so bear with me! :)

Chapter 5

You Can't Deny It

Normal POV

Optimus grabbed the girl as she collapsed into his servo. The jolt that she had sent through his frame made him slightly dizzy. He held her close to his Spark in an effort to keep her warm and safe from the onslaught of rain.

Starscream had finally managed to beat the blue flames that had somehow ignited on him. The Prime let out a low, rumbling growl that sent the Seeker stumbling back.

"If you want her, Starscream," Optimus snarled, "Then come and claim her…on your own life's forfeit,"

The Seeker paused for a moment, looking from the girl to the Prime's face and decided that he would not take the Prime up on his offer. He fled like the coward he was.

Suddenly, something small, but very sharp cracked against his pede. The great Prime looked down to see a boy, no older than the girl he held close to him.

"Put my sister down," the boy growled darkly, "Or I swear, I'll…"

"You'll do what? Youngling Prince?" Optimus asked softly, "I am doing her no harm, I am but keeping her warm and safe."

The boy glared up at him, snapped out a immence pair of blue-black wings and flew up to the Prime's servo.

The Prince knelt down at his sister's side, touching her hands gently. He finished his inspection, giving only a muttered curse in reply.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked.

"You've quickened her," the boy said softly as he looked at his sister, "She's an Ivorra who's never seen any of her kind, you're the last of the Prime dynasty…do the math Prime,"

"I do not under…"

"Foreign species?" The boy said in a final attempt, "She's Cybreian, you're Cybertronian. You've kicked her transition process into high gear! It's only doing that because her body thinks it's in danger!"

Optimus raised an optic ridge, still confused.

The boy gave an exasperated sigh.

"Didn't your medic fill you in on Cybreian Halfling biology?"

"No," Optimus said, "But who are you to be telling me this?"

"My name is Colbolt Greyman," the boy said, "I'm the Crown Prince of Cybres, Dusk's elder brother. I'll be High King if Dusk ever steps down from the throne. But I'm in training to be a field Medic if she doesn't."

Colbolt looked from Dusk back to Optimus.

"Halflings, such as Dusk and I, start gaining Cybreian traits around 16," he started, "Like the transitions from Heart to Spark, blood to Energa, bone to metal, sometimes even gaining a bit of armor that shows up if we're ticked or threatened."

"But that does not explain your mother," the Prime said, "For although I have not seen her, I know that she is half human, yet has an Autari form."

Colbolt snorted, "That's an easy one! We only truly gain an Autari or Sorun form if we're directly infused with a very, very high amount of concentrated Energa. And that's given to a Halfling by an Ivorra from their source."

"And by quickening, you mean…?"

"The process is speeding up," Colbolt replied, "Dusk is beginning her transition, really, really early. It normally doesn't start 'til about six months in."

Optimus sent a message over his comm. link, ordering Ratchet to hurry to his coordinates to help treat the girl.

A loud boom rocked the ground on which the Prime stood. His optics darted over to where the Ivorra, Eclipt Dark-Flame, battled his father with a ferocity unparalleled.

The Prime knew that Eclipt was Megatron's counterpart's son. So in some strange way, that made the Halfling his nephew.

What if he did have a nephew out in this world somewhere?

He closed his eyes.

What if he had a child? Just like his counterpart? What if he had his own Gabriella?

Eclipt landed a crushing blow to his father's cheek, sending him flying backwards. The Sorun leader growled as he regained his footing, glaring at his son.

"Had enough?" Eclipt jeered, "Or are ya thirsty fo' more?"

The wailing of ambulance sirens pierced the air, Moranthi bared his teeth.

"And I shall bid you farewell, my son…" he proclaimed, smirking, "You have won…for this moment."

And with that he disappeared.

"I absolutely hate his new ability," Eclipt growled darkly, as Ratchet came onto the scene, "I canna finish a fight when he up an' disappears!"

"By the All Spark, Optimus," Ratchet breathed as he caught a look at the girl in the Prime's servo, "You have found her."

The Cybreians growled, not liking the fact that they were being ignored.

"He sounds like Healer," Colbolt muttered, rubbing his head.

"He is tha Doc's countapart," Eclipt sighed, "Do ya na pay attention when yer mam and I talk ta ya?"

"I try to keep more important things in my head."

Eclipt rolled his midnight blue optics and looked down at Ratchet.

"Please, allow us ta take our Princessa home," the Halfling pleaded, "Our world is fallin' apart at tha seams without her,"

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow that," Ratchet said, "Not until Healer says that it is safe enough for her to come back!"

Colbolt flew down from Optimus' servo and stood next to Eclipt.

"Eclipt," the Crown Prince said softly, "I want my sister back too, but I want her to be safe…so if that means we have to go another sixteen years without her then so be it."

Tears streamed down the boy's eyes as he looked up at his unconscious sister.

"I just want her to live," he whispered, "And I know that you want her safe too!"

Eclipt gave a growling sigh.

"Fine," he muttered, "But I warn you, Prime, if anythin' happens ta our Princessa…ya'll be tha one tha' I extinguish first."

"Understood," The Prime said.

A green light lit about the two figures, and when it died, they were gone.

Optimus looked at the still form in his servo. Her pale, silver-blond hair fluttering in the now dying breeze as the storm's fury was wasted.

"Ratchet," the Prime said, "I think it would be best if we got her back to base."

Dusk POV

Why must my dreams always be weird? Why?

I don't think I should be complaining much this time, this time, the dream didn't have any of those metal monsters in it!

This instead was from my first foster home when I was four.

****Dream****

"Your mother said you fell from the sky," my foster sister said

"What made her think that?" I asked, holding my teddy-bear.

"What made her think anything? She was crazy in the head." My foster mother muttered.

"How do you know?"

"She said that she saw giant robots fighting over you when she found you, now, does that seem like the words of a sane person?" my foster brother scoffed.

"My mom wasn't crazy!"

"She was cracked, and you're cracking!"

"I am not!" I wailed, "I'm not crazy!"

"You wake up screaming in the night," my foster father said, "I see lights in your room when I know you've got nothing electrical in there. You're an anomaly, a freak,"

"Stop it," I sobbed into my bear, "Please stop!"

One of them pushed me, and I saw flames. Thunder cracked, lightning flashed, the earth rumbled.

Screams.

Sirens.

Paramedics, police officers, and firemen at the house, picking me up from the wreckage of the house.

They said a gas line had ruptured, and I was the lone survivor.

Alone.

A fair haired paramedic picked me up and held me close.

"I am so dearly sorry, child," he said, holding me close to his chest as tears streamed from his turquois eyes, "I should never have let you come here,"

Pain flared in my scar, in my body, in my head.

****End Dream****

I woke screaming to high heaven.

A/N: Another Cliffhanger! I'm so evil. Don't worry my rabid readers :) Dusk will be waking up to a NEST of 'bots haha! She'll even meet her guardian in the next chapter. I'm thinking about making this just a prologue and then jumping into Revenge of the Fallen, then Dark of the Moon, and then ending up in Transformers Prime...with maybe a few one-shots in between.

Title from Phil Wickham's True Love (This is an Easter song, but it's so pretty and sad that I thought I'd use that one bit!)

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.