Author's Note: Ugh, another filler chapter (partly) :L It starts off with different parts of Optimus's journal entries over time. A change in journal entries will be represented by a . . .' I hope you enjoy, so here we go!

Disclaimer: Me: I don't own transformers.
Megatron: Really, I hadn't noticed.
Me: Shut up, I'm trying to write here.
Megatron: What did you say?
Me: Erm, that I should put up what I'm trying to write here, because I am in the presence of such an um. . . awesome being?
Megatron: Gggrrrrrrrr. . .
Me: I run now. *Runs*


'Today Seraph was born, and said her first words. She is every bit as beautiful as I thought she would be. I look into her extraordinary purple optics, and I know that she is destined for greatness.

I know that my knowledge of language was passed down to her, but I am still astounded that she caught on so quickly. At first she only repeated what others had said, but soon she was rearranging words to form sentences of her own. Throughout the day, she was talking and commenting on things, but what struck me was when she chose to be silent. At times she would just sit there looking at something or someone, observing them. I can tell that she is very thoughtful, thinking carefully before she speaks.

She brings so much joy to the base; one could have looked at any face in the room earlier today, and they would have been greeted with a smile. I would do anything just to see Seraph's adorable smile, to get her to giggle. I look forward to showing her all the wonderful things about this world and the universe; teaching her about Cybertron in all its former glory, and giving her opportunities that I never had. . .'

'It has been three days since the delivery. Seraph is speaking fluently as she has learned many more words in the past couple of days. She is also beginning to walk, something she has made much progress in, despite the short amount of time.

I fear that she has become wise to our frequent missions to stop the Decepticons. I do not know whether to wait until she asks, or to bring up the subject. And if I chose the latter, I am unsure of how to approach the subject. . .'

'It has been four days since Seraph's arrival, and she continues to be the main source of enjoyment in my life. We play hide and seek throughout the base, where she will run and hide in one of the nooks and crannies of the base, and I will search for her. I sense that we have a strong bond, for a tug at my spark will always lead me to her. She is extremely clever in her choice of hiding places. One day I found her on the ceiling jumping from ventilation shaft to ventilation shaft with such natural grace. Another, she had gone underneath the ground bridge, and crawled beneath the floor; I sense that she has a knack for finding crevices that no one else is aware of.

Some days the children and other autobots, sans Ratchet, join in and we play with teams. I believe everyone is quite surprised to see me playing with them. . . Miko has introduced Seraph to music, and I believe that she takes a particular liking to it. I often find her in the back rooms of the base reading a data pad while listening to the human radio; although it is not the "metal" that Miko and Bulkhead are so fond of. The children have also gotten her to play a video game or two with them, as well. I happened to be watching the encounter, and Seraph's reaction was less than stunned. "And you find this to be a form of entertainment?" she asked.

"Well, duh!" Miko had said. "It's racing cars, and you get to run each other off the road! Vroom vroom! How is that not fun?"

Seraph is much like me in that aspect, and Arcee proceeded to tell the kids not to take it personal, as it was "a Prime thing.". . .'

'It has been a week and two days since Seraph's birth. She is growing each day, and is nearly as tall as Arcee, yet again surpassing my expectations.

It seems that while the team and I were on a mission, Seraph was curious to know where we always went and why. She asked Ratchet for an explanation, and he did what he thought to be right: tell her about the Decepticons and the war.

I wish I were the one to inform her on such a sensitive topic, but I was pleased to hear that her first reaction was to ask why the conflict couldn't be solved diplomatically. Ratchet explained the war, how it started, why, where. Ratchet said that he could see the anguish is her optics, and that at one point she said that the Decepticons were stubborn simple-minded fools for not seeing reason and for allowing their conflict to go as far as destroying their planet. Apparently, Seraph didn't show any change in emotion when Ratchet told her who I was before the war, and how I was influential in its start. Once Ratchet was done, all she asked was how she could help. I wish she didn't have to be involved in the war, but it is in her best interests to do everything she can to end it. Her training should begin soon, but I am apprehensive. I do not want to see my little femme getting hurt. . .'


The base was silent; just the way Ratchet liked it. The kids were at school, the team was out on a routine mission, and Seraph was in the armory, no doubt thoroughly examining each type of weapon. Ratchet was recalibrating the ground bridge when he heard slight footsteps nearing him. He turned around to see Seraph with two objects in her servos. "May I help you, Seraph?" Ratchet asked.

She looked down at the objects in her servos. "Yes, can you tell me what these are, and their functions?" she asked.

Ratchet walked over to her and took the two objects from her open servo. He examined them, quickly recognizing them. "These are the miniature and hand held versions of an ion blaster and an energon prod." Ratchet held up the one that looked similar to a taser. "This," he said, "is a smaller version of an energon prod. Its function is the same as an energon prod: to shock and stun; it is like comparing a cattle prod and a taser. They both do the same thing, they are just different sizes. This," Ratchet said holding up a cylindrical object with a trigger on the bottom, "is the ion blaster. It is the handheld version of the blasters that our autobots are equipped with; same function and effects." Ratchet tossed the two back to Seraph which she caught with ease.

"Thank you, Ratchet," Seraph said. Ratchet nodded smiling, and turned back to his computers. Seraph looked at the two weapons in her servos, and walked toward the back rooms of the base.


Ratchet was getting frustrated with the uncooperative technology. He banged his fist down on the consol. Why did everything always have to– dust and rocks spewed from one of the rock walls. "What was that!" Ratchet exclaimed. He walked wearily over to the crater in the stone wall of the base. This is where it hit, he thought. Ratchet turned around to see a gaping hole through three of the walls in the base. And standing in the last one was an extremely shocked Seraph. Her servo went to her open mouth, "Oh my Primus. I am so sorry Ratchet," she said.

Ratchet was too dumbstruck to think. "Are you alright?" he asked. Seraph came jogging out of the hallway checking out the damage.

"Yes, I am fine," she said. "You aren't hurt are you?" concern obvious on her face.

"No, I'm not. What was that?" Ratchet asked.

"This," said Seraph as she handed Ratchet the extremely long object in her hand. "I call it the BlastEn Bow."

"You made this?" he asked clearly impressed.

"Yes," Seraph said taking the bow back setting one end on the floor; it was as tall as she was.

Ratchet looked from the sparkling to the bow. "That's amazing. How does it work?"

Seraph pointed to the bow itself saying, "Well, I welded an energon blade, which I curved to fit the bow, onto the actual frame so that the BlastEn Bow functions as a blaster and a blade." Seraph pointed to the back part of something that connected the center of the bow to the bow string. "I modified the ion blaster so that when I pull the cord back it draws back a piston attached to the blaster, that, when released, will fire the ion blaster." She pointed to the front part that was attached to the bow handle. "Then I modified the miniature energon prod so that it's attached to the ion blaster, and is open so the blaster can fire through it. When I draw the cord back it readies the blaster, and charges the prod; and when I release it, the ion blaster will fire through the energon prod, so what ends up being shot thereby has the properties of an ion blast and an energon prod."

Ratchet looked at Seraph. "That's genius," he said dumbfounded.

Seraph smiled at the compliment. "Thank you," she said. "I just need to tweak the intensity so that I don't blow everyone up," Seraph said laughing.

"What do you mean?" Ratchet asked.

"If this were to come into contact with the victim's live energon, it would ignite and explode," she explained. Ratchet nodded understanding. "I'm sorry about the walls, Ratchet. I know how you hate a mess."

"It's fine, we can fix it later," Ratchet said. "Do you want to go test it after you adjust the intensity?"

A glint of pride shone in her optics, "Absolutely," said Seraph. The two walked over to the target room, and after Seraph adapted the intensity, she took aim at one of the many targets; this one on the stone wall. She drew back the bow cord and let the BlastEn Bow fire. Her shot hit in the dead center of the target. Seraph smiled, "It works."

"That's impressive, considering you haven't had any training yet," Ratchet observed.

"Thank you," Seraph said.

"May I try?" Ratchet asked.

"Absolutely," said Seraph as she handed Ratchet the bow.

Ratchet held onto the grip. "It's heavier than it looks. Why is it so large?"

"I'm not going to always be this size," Seraph said smirking.

"But it's even large for me," Ratchet said.

Seraph stood there staring into space for a moment, her eyebrows pushed together and her servo on her chin, in a mock thinking pose. She then turned to Ratchet, still in her pose, and said thoughtfully, "Have you met my father? He is really big, red chest, blue legs? If you haven't I could introduce you when he gets back if you'd like."

Ratchet was taken aback by the sarcasm at first, but then smirked. "Ha, ha, ha," he said monotone. Ratchet took aim at the target, and shot the BlastEn Bow. He looked at where he had hit the target, and it was two rings outside of the center. "Ugh," he said.

"Not bad Ratchet. I don't suppose you have had any training with a bow?" Seraph asked.

Ratchet looked down disappointed. "Well. . . no," he said.

Seraph smacked him on the shoulder. "Exactly, so I think you did well," she said.

Ratchet smiled a little. "I don't belong on the battlefield anyway," he said.

With that Ratchet's comm. link beeped and Optimus spoke on the other line. "Ratchet, we need a bridge."

"Alright, Optimus," Ratchet replied. He handed the BlastEn Bow back to Seraph.

"I guess I'll be introducing him to you very soon," Seraph said smirking.

"I guess so," Ratchet said. The two headed to the main room to bridge the team back to base.


Author's Note: Well that was decidedly more fun to write than the last chapter XD Sorry if the first part was confusing or boring (I hated that part). The second part I just thought would be fun (and it was fun to write instead of all that filler crap!). Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! It's really nice of you guys to take the time to review : ) Please review and tell me what you liked, what you hated, your ideas (totally Ideas! They are awesome, and I love it when I can incorporate them into my story. I.E. Jack sort or holding OP's hand during delivery was one of your ideas), your predictions, or just random thoughts! It's all welcomed. The next chapter should be out soon! ;)