Author's Note: Thanks for all your reviews and predictions, they help a LOT (and are fun to read). This is right after everyone gets back to base. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own transformers.


Everyone was gathered around the main room checking out Seraph's new weapon. As the BlastEn Bow was being passed around, Seraph was asked a multitude of questions: You made this? How long did it take?, but mainly How did it work?

Bulkhead finally got passed the bow. "So, what does it do?" he asked.

"Well," Seraph began. Bulkhead drew the cord back and released before Seraph could warn him not to.

The blast hit her in her pede and she let out a surprised "Ah!" as the shock traveled throughout her body. She went rigid as her optics shuttered and she began to fall over.

"Seraph!" Optimus said as he caught her. "Ratchet, will she be alright?" he asked clearly worried.

Ratchet quickly walked over to the Primes and examined Seraph's pede. "No permanent damage to her pede, Optimus."

"When will she wake up?" Concern was deep in his optics.

"Luckily," Ratchet said, "Seraph and I did some tests on the bow earlier. She should only be out for a few hours. Thank Primus that it was on the lowest intensity."

Optimus lay Seraph on one of the medical berths in the room. He stood and looked at Bulkhead whose optics were extremely wide. "Optimus, I am so sorry," said Bulkhead.

Optimus nodded his mouth but a thin line. "Understood. In the future, Bulkhead, do not test weapons for their function on members of this base," he said.

"Yes sir," Bulkhead replied. He would have apologized more, but he was cut off by the proximity sensor.

"Who is it?" Arcee asked.

Ratchet walked over to the large computer to see who had come to the base. "It's Agent Fowler," Ratchet said, and as if on cue, Fowler exited the elevator.

"Prime, how did your encounter with the Decepticons go?" Fowler asked.

"Fine Agent Fowler," Optimus said.

Fowler walked over to where all the 'bots were standing and caught sight of the knocked out Seraph. "Well, I'm pretty sure there are a few spots better to nap in out of this huge base. Who is that?" he asked.

Optimus looked at Seraph. "That is my daughter, Seraph," he said.

"Whoa," was all Fowler said. "Why is she laying here?"

Bulkhead looked down, embarrassed. "I uh . . . accidentally shot her with this," he said holding up the BlastEn Bow.

"Oh, smooth Big Foot," Fowler said.

"Hey watch it Fowler," Bulkhead warned.

"Or what?" Fowler challenged.

Ratchet groaned. "Oh not this again," he said under his breath.

"I'm going to . . . go do something," Arcee said as she tried to get away from the bickering.

Bumblebee beeped and buzzed, and proceeded to follow Arcee.

Ratchet looked at Optimus. "If it is alright with you Optimus, I am going to go reorganize the armory," he said.

Optimus nodded. "Of course," he said. Ratchet walked over to Bulkhead, who was still occupied by his argument with Fowler, and took the BlastEn Bow from him. Ratchet turned and headed for the armory, and Optimus settled by the computer trying to tune out Bulkhead and Agent Fowler.


Seraph rubbed her forehelm with her servo and groaned. "What happened?" she said to anyone who was in the vicinity.

Fowler, who was watching the television on the couch, muted the TV and turned around to look at Seraph. "You were knocked out," he said.

Seraph scoffed at the answer despite the ache in her helm. "And here I thought I just woke up from a nap with an aching in my helm," she said.

Fowler smirked, "Smartass huh? Two can play at that game," Fowler said.

Seraph sat up and looked at Fowler. "My apologies," she said. "And you are?"

"Special Agent William Fowler. I am your liaison to the outside world."

"A pleasure to meet you Special Agent William Fowler," Seraph said. Fowler couldn't tell if she was mocking him, or just saying his name because she didn't know what else to call him. "I am sorry for the way I reacted, I expected someone else," she said.

"Hm," was Fowler's only reply.

"So how was I knocked out?" Seraph asked.

"Big Foot shot you with some bow, and you fell over, passed out," he said.

Seraph cocked her head to the side. "'Big Foot'?" she asked.

"Bulkhead."

"Oh," was all Seraph said.

"Yeah, I don't think experimental weaponry is his forte," Fowler said smirking.

Seraph smiled. "I think you are correct."


'Seraph is a month and a half old. She began her training when she was two weeks old, and I am quite proud to say that she is excelling at everything she is taught. She was besting Arcee in hand to hand combat nine days into training, much to Arcee's surprise. Bumblebee has been teaching Seraph his fighting technique's and about what strategy to use in a situation, and when to use it. So naturally her training with Bumblebee is mainly simulation fights. Bulkhead takes pride in teaching her his brute force style, and Miko is equally eager to watch. Ratchet has been educating Seraph on the biology and body of cybertronians so that she knows the weak spots on another's body, and can perform the basics of first aid. I have been training her with a blade and blaster. She is good at wielding both, but her favorite weapons are her bow, and a staff with a blade running down one side. She is an extremely accurate shooter, hitting the mark on moving targets while engaged in a battle with me every time.

Seraph is just a hair shorter than me now, just as Ratchet and I had expected. Due to her height, she has taken to training with me more than anyone now; I believe that if she were to engage Arcee in hand to hand combat like they used to, Arcee would end up injured. Also due to her size, Bulkhead's fight tactics are making more sense to her, although she still prefers a swift and thought through approach oppose to brute force. She is becoming quite the warrior.

I still resent the day that she will accompany us in battle against the Decepticons. I do not want her getting hurt–'

A knock on Optimus's door drew his attention away from his data pad. "Come in," he said setting the data pad down on his desk. The door swooshed open, and in stepped Seraph who smiled when she saw Optimus. Optimus smiled back and she sat on his lap, his arms wrapped protectively around her. The two sat there for a while, taking in each other's company. At last Optimus said in a hushed voice, "Something is on your mind, I can tell."

Seraph looked down, idly drawing circles on her thigh with her finger. "Father," she began, "during Ratchet's training sessions, I have learned much about Cybertronians. I learned that," she paused. "I learned that sparklings have a sire and a carrier. So . . . I was wondering . . ." she trailed off.

Optimus cycled his vents deeply. "And you were wondering who your sire is?" Optimus finished the thought for her.

"Yes," Seraph said softly.

"I knew that one day you would be curious as to who your sire is," Optimus said. "It pains me to tell you," Optimus paused. Seraph prepared herself to hear the worst possible Cybertronian was her sire. "that I do not know who your sire is, Seraph," Optimus finished.

Seraph looked up at Optimus with those purple optics, a mix of emotion swirling inside them. "You don't know?" she asked.

Optimus sighed. "I am afraid not, my sparkling."

"Oh." Seraph returned her helm to its former place on Optimus's chest.

Optimus rested his chin on top of her helm. "Do not fret, Seraph. Who your sire is does not change who you are, and who you will become to be." Seraph nodded. "No matter who your sire is, Seraph, remember that you are everything to me, and I will always love you," Optimus said.

Seraph wrapped her arms around her father's chest. "I love you, too," she said. The two sat there washed in the warmth of Optimus's desk light, ready to protect each other from the demons of the past.


Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter : ) Nothing too eventful yet, but the fun should start soon. Muwah ha ha ha ha ha haaaa! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and PMed me and all that jazz. I love it all; you grace me with your thoughts and encouragement, thank you. I was checking out the traffic stats (mainly because I didn't know what it was) and I noticed that, as of today, I have had 338 visitors to my story! That is just awesome. I thought I only had twentyish people reading my story! I looked at that, and I was smiling for at least the next hour. You guys make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside : ) I just wanted to take the time to say that I slagging love you guys, and your reviews and favorites help me keep on writing; so thanks.

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