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She sat with her head cradled in her hands, a few stray tears escaping from her tightly closed eyes. The pain in her body was no match to the pain within her heart and soul. She was broken. Beaten. Crushed. Her own flesh and blood had done this to her. Broke her in ways she didn't know was possible. Oh how she wishes her mother was here to guide her. She always knew what to do, what to say to make it better. Rose would always go to her mother with her problems, she was her confident. She would never judge her, just listen. She wouldn't say anything back, she would just sit and listen to her, only speaking when Rose would ask her opinion.

But she isn't here anymore.

And that harsh reality was breaking her apart. Tearing her up into little pieces, before blowing away carelessly in the wind. She felt so alone. She felt so empty, lifeless. That if someone touched her, she would abliterate into ash. No matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing wounds, the truth is, there are curtain sorrows that never fade away, until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken. The only thing really grounding her right now is the bodies surrounding her bed, sat patiently in chairs.

Removing her heads from her face, Rose inhaled deeply. The sharp smell of sanitizer attacked her nose, making her eyes water. Her reddened, puffy swollen eyes cracked open, gazed dazedly across the room. In the corner of her vision she saw Optimus lean forward, his strong arms placed on his knees. He ran a hand through his dark hair, before straightening. She could feel his eyes boring into the side on her head; so she turned and faced him, wincing slightly at the painful pull her battered ribs gave. It didn't go unnoticed by the others in the room, some voicing their anger, some concealing it. She saw Jazz clench his hands to together, but no anger showed on his face, it remained calm. Whereas Ratchet gave a deep chesty growl, that rattled her bones. Ironhide wasn't any different.

But it was Optimus's reaction that struck her the most as her eyes locked with his. His piecing blue eyes bored into to own, their blue depths pulling her into his intense gaze. She felt the breath rush from her lungs like she had been punched in the gut. She thought she saw a flicker of emotion in those blue depths, but before she could decipher it, it was gone, replaced by a cool indifference. She felt so drawn to his gaze, like he was trying to see into her very soul. Rose watched intently as the muscles in his arms rippled as he moved, folding them over his broad chest before clearing his throat. She found herself watching the way his Adams apple bobbed when he cleared his throat.

"Rose… we need to talk about your father."

Like a rubber band snapping, Rose felt herself crash back into herself. Shaking her head to get rid of the haze that had fell over her, she turned her blue eyes onto Optimus. "Do we have to? What of him?" She muttered, her voice broken. God, she survived the battle in Mission City, against massive evil robots, and she couldn't survive this? No, she was better than that. She never let that man get to her before, she would not let this knock her down. Ignoring the pain in her ribs, she straighten her back, and looked directly at Optimus, her face strong. She thought she saw pride flicker across Ratchet features before he masked it. Her composure crumbled however, when Optimus spoke.

"Rose… something has happened to your father. There was an explosion at your family unit, your father did not survive. The humans are suspecting it was a gas leak, but we think differently. Bumblebee has reported that he sensed a Cybertronian signature, so we suspect it was an attack. We do not know why they have targeted you… Rose?" Optimus questioned midsentence. Rose was trembling, her hands shaking, and her breaths coming out in short bursts. Concerned, Optimus leaned forward and placed a large hand over her small shaking ones, halting the shaking.

Breathing heavily, Rose lifted her head. "You know, Rose isn't really my name." She said, her voice haunted.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. So ignoring their shocked faces, she continued. "Rose is only a nickname. My real name is Rosalyn. I just tell people my name is Rose because that's what my father always called me. He said he didn't like my real name. I would ask why they didn't change it, but they said it was too much hassle," A sad laugh escaped her. No one dared move as she spoke. It was the most they had gotten out of her all day.

"But my mother would always call me Rosalyn when my dad wasn't around. Her mother was called Rosalyn, who I never met because she died before I was born. Truth is, I like my real name. Rosalyn. She is the other part of me, the part that no one knew about. The little girl that never had to deal with her horrible father, the girl that was buried underneath all the hurt and heartache so she would never have to deal with it. But I'm setting her free now. Both my parents are dead. Everything is going to change know. For the better or worse? I don't know," Wiping a few tears that had fallen, Rosalyn took a deep breath and continued, "But I want to start over. I don't know what the future will bring, but I will face it head on. As Rosalyn."

The room was struck into the silence once Rosalyn had finished speaking. That was soon broken by Jazz's wolf whistling. "Well, 'lil lady, tha' was some speech." He said, a grin on his handsome face. "It certainly was," Optimus said, a smile playing on is lips.

Again Rosalyn found herself entranced by his smile and she had to duck her head to hide her blush. Get yourself together, Rosalyn! She whispered harshly to herself. Deciding to change the subject, Rosalyn turned to Ratchet. "When can I leave this room?" She questioned, itching to leave the room and move. She was fed up of sitting and doing nothing. She needed out of this room. She never did well sitting still.

Ratchet stood up and indicated she lift her top. "Your ribs were thankfully not broken, only badly bruised," Lifting her shirt, she watched as Ratchet undid the bandages. They were only slightly bruised, but damn did they hurt. She didn't want to know what it of felt like if they were broken. After examining her ribs a bit more, Ratchet told her to but her top back down. But he didn't reapplied the bandage. At her confused look, Ratchet said that it wasn't serious and didn't need the bandaging anymore. Rosalyn only nodded mutely.

Ratchet walked to the end of her bed and pulled the covers back to her bandaged leg. I guess It's not broken if there is no cast on it. She thought to herself. "Now, your leg is not broken, but it has sustained some serious damage. From the pressure you put on it by running, you sprained your ankle, but somehow you tore the tendons in your thigh. How did that happen?" Ratchet questioned as he put the cover back over her leg.

Rosalyn couldn't help the shiver of fear that ran down her spine remembering what that man did. "Baseball bat. He hit me with it when I tried to crawl away. That's how I broke my hand, I tried to protect my face." She whispered. Gods, she just wanted to forget it ever happened. "And your face?" Ironhide growled out, hands clenched tightly at his sides. Her face? At her confused look, Ratchet fetched a small mirror and placed it in her lap.

Taking a deep breath in, Rosalyn lifted the mirror and slowly turned it around. The breath rushed out of lungs when she looked into the mirror. She didn't recognise the girl staring back. The girl had dull blue eyes that were black and bruised. There was a long, deep cut on her that started from her temple, down to her chin her right side of her face. There were numerous stitches in her face, keeping the gash from opening. Lifting her hand, she slowly traced the gash. "Unfortunately, it will leave a scar. I tried my best to make it so it would not stand out so much, but it will." Ratchet said, a sadness evident in his voice.

Rosalyn lowered the mirror and gave it back to Ratchet. She needed out of this room. She needed a distraction. "So, what's the verdict Doc? Can I leave this room, or am I to live here forever? Not that I don't mind your company, but a girl needs her air." She said, a fake grin on her face. Ratchet looked sad, but she didn't take any notice. "Well, yes you can leave, but only if you use crutches," A disgusted look came across Rosalyn's face, "No exceptions." He finished firmly, giving Rosalyn a stern look. She huffed, but conceded. "Fine." She muttered, crossing her arms angrily.

"My, my, are you sulking Rozzie?" Jazz teased, an easy grin on his face. Rosalyn only sunk deeper into the bed, an angry scowl on her face. "No," She mumbled. "And don't start calling me that, or I'll start call you Jazzie, Jazzie." She said, a smirk on her face, which Jazz easily matched. "Jazzie is just fine for me, Rozzie!" He said happily, pouncing a little in his seat. Rosalyn had a look of disbelief on her face. She looked at Optimus, "Is he being serious?" She asked, her eyes wide and disbelieving. Optimus looked amused, but exasperated. "Yes, unfortunately." He rumbled, shaking his head. Jazz looked offended and placed a hand on his heart. "Oh boss bot. That hurt!" He said dramatically, before fulling to the ground clutching his 'Heart'. "Oh how, shall thee cope? My heart has been broken by thee!" Shaking his head, a chuckle rumbled from Optimus.

A laugh fell from Rosalyn, a joyful laugh that had everyone look to her. Embarrassed, Rosalyn tucked a piece of hair behind her head. Grunting, Ironhide caught everyone's attention. "So we going or what, Prime?" He questioned gruffly. What? Where were they going? "Where are you going?" She questioned. Optimus glanced at her briefly before looking at Ratchet. Ratchet nodded, as did the others. "We are going to meet up with Samuel. We can come if you like." Optimus asked, a kind tone to his voice.

Eager to leave the room, Rosalyn was fast to answer. "Yes! Take me with you! Get me out of this blasted bed and room!" She cheered. They all merely shook their heads at her antics. Ratchet walked over with a clean pile of clothes and set them on the bed. "Get dressed and we will leave." He said before exiting the room, the others following.

Getting dressed was a challenge with a broken arm and bandaged leg, but she managed to. Ratchet walked in then with her crutches and she gave them the evil eye. "It's either these, or you don't go." Ratchet said, with his arms crossed over his chest. With an exaggerated huff, Rosalyn snatched the crutches from the bed and started towards the door, hopping oddly. "That's a good girl." Ratchet said, earning a glare from Rosalyn. Walking out the door, Rosalyn pointedly ignored Ratchet, raised her chin and took a left and walked off. A chuckled from Ratchet stopped her. "It's the other way, Rosalyn." Her face reddening, she turned on her heel and stalked past Ratchet, who was leaning against the door shaking his head.

"I knew that." Was all she said before following Ratchet down the hall.

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Authors Note: Hey guys! Sorry it's a short chapter again! But I promise it will be longer next time!

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