2013 A/N: Well thank you everyone for being so patient! Sorry to keep you hanging all day. :D2013

And I am happy to say that this story has hit the 25 review mark! There are a couple of Guest Reviews out there which I will reply at the end of the chapter. But for now, enjoy.

2019 A/N: I can't belive I was so excited about having 25 reviews when this story now has over 400. How times changed.

During Season 2 Episode 1 Orion Pax Part 1 – Redone

"L…Lord Megatron."

"Scrap." Came the leader's powerful voice down her headset. "I am pleased to hear you survived the turbulent times your planet has been suffering."

Unable to believe she was speaking directly to the Decepticon leader, Scrap nodded as she went to a quiet point of the shop. "Umm, yes my lord. Where I am… wasn't too badly affected."

"That is interesting. Do you intend to return to the Nemesis?"

The question confused her a little more. "Yes my lord, if I am still welcome."

"Indeed you are as I have a task for you. Do it well, and you will earned your place among the Decepticons."

With the idea of finally receiving approval, Scrap smiled. "What do you need of me?"

"I shall brief you once you arrive. Someone will come and collect you immediately."

"Very well my lord."

And the connection was cut.

Lost in ideas, Scrap waited until Knockout was able to collect her and ground bridged her to the Nemesis. The ride was very informative and when presented privately to the lord, she learnt her mission.

"I have no doubt that Knockout has informed you of our guest, Orion Pax."

Scrap nodded as she stood on a large platform that brought her nearly to eye level with Megatron. "I have my lord."

"I need for Orion to believe that we Decepticons are here to aid and protect human kind, in order to gain his spark and his trust. To do that, you are to help maintain this illusion."

"I see." Scrap said, brushing some hair back. "Is that all my lord?"

"No. It would be suspicious if he was to be constantly accompanied by one of us. Because of that, you are to be his guard. You are not to leave his side and to ensure he does not find himself where he does not belong."

Scrap's jaw dropped at the magnitude of it. "But… he's enormous! I would never be able to stop him if he wanted to go somewhere!"

Megatron's imposing eyebrows narrowed at her arguing back. "I am granting you an opportunity here, Scrap. Do not disappoint me." He turned his back on her. "Now, it is time to introduce you to your new charge."

Scrap sighed, knowing she didn't have much choice so quickly hurried to keep up with Lord Megatron. On the way, Scrap asked a few questions to gain more information on the current condition of the illusion and Megatron was eager to answer her. He was almost impressed by her interest.

When they finally arrived at a room, Megatron gave her a warning glare and opened the door. Inside, the large imposing red and blue bot, Optimus Prime, was sat on a small bench, hunched over with his hands clutched together.

Megatron stepped inside and stood at his side. "Orion, are you well?"

"I am still struggling to believe that Ratchet was able to destroy our home."

"I know your pain, old friend. But if we do not stop him, another planet will fall to his tyranny."

Orion looked up, his face filled with sadness. "Why this planet?"

"It has a rich deposit of energon that the Autobots harvest ruthlessly. As I told you before, the natives of this world, the human race, are unaware of our war. That is… apart from one." Megatron side stepped, revealing the small creature behind him. "Orion, this is Scrap, a human that we have taken under our wing."

Scrap gave her sweetest smile and held out her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Orion. I'm sorry for what happened to you."

The bot looked at her hand then reached out and placed one finger in her palm. "It is… nice to meet you Scrap."

She chuckled as she tried to shake hands with a hand almost as big as her body. "Orion, Megatron has asked me to stay with you, to help you settle in around here. Everyone else is a little busy but I have plenty of spare time."

Orion nodded a little at her offer and moved as if making room for her. Megatron nodded as Scrap began to work. "I shall leave Orion in your hands Scrap. I have full trust in your abilities. And please, look after her Orion, she is very valuable to many of us."

The pair nodded and Megatron left them alone before Scrap looked at Orion. He looked back, conscious of the awkward silence that had fallen between them. "So… Scrap… how did you end up here with the Decepticons?"

Sitting on the floor, Scrap sighed, thinking fast. "About a year ago, I lived with my parents on a small farm in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't very big but it was green and fresh. We were very happy there. Until the Autobots found out there was energon right under our house." She looked away and hugged her knees. "They… they were ruthless, killing my parents before me but as they were about to execute myself… the Decepticons turned up and rescued me."

Orion sighed. "I am sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. But the Decepticons have done everything to give me a new home, and try to make up for what I have lost." She turned her head to the side and showed her headset to him. "My hearing was badly damaged in the attack and without this; I wouldn't be able to hear at all. It also works as a communication device between myself and the others, so they can always find me."

"They worry about you?"

She shrugged. "This place is wonderful but I don't entirely fit in. Sometimes I leave for a while but this is my home now. I belong here with them. So I always come back."

Orion gave a small approving nod as she spoke. "It is nice to have a home." He said sombrely.

Later In The Day

For the rest of the day, Scrap stayed with Orion Pax, telling him a smart mixture of truth and lies. Too many lies and he would get suspicious, too many truths and he would find too much out. She told him of her life with the cons, what she did as a training medic and cleaner. She lied about her helping to orientate them on human life and how she worked as intelligent officer. It wasn't a total lie; Soundwave was very interested in human life and technology.

By the end of the day, Orion had full trust in Scrap's word and even allowed her to sleep in his chambers, curled up by the wall. He felt fascinated by the human but at the same time, he felt as if he had seen one before.

The next day, Megatron found the two out and asked Orion to help decode the Iacon archives. Scrap stayed with him as he worked but spent most of the time silent, playing a game on her headset but always in optic view of Orion. She said because she didn't like being alone but in truth it was to keep an eye on him.

After a few hours Megatron came to see them and Orion asked about Starscream, Scrap felt the lord's eyes glance on her for a second and a cold sweat ran down her spine. Scrap. I shouldn't have just sat here! I'm meant to keep an eye on his work! For primus sake, I can read Cybertonian, I could have just read over his shoulder! If… I could reach them.

When Megatron left, Scrap stood and walked over. "Why are you interested in old Screamer, Orion?"

"Old Screamer?"

"A nickname for Starscream. He was never really fond of me but we teased each other over our names. It was fun, while it lasted."

"Do you know how he died?"

Scrap shook her head. "Unfortunately not. They don't like to tell me of the war. They fear it… upsets me."

"Of course, your family. My apologies." He nodded, his fire to help the humans burning a little brighter.

Scrap on the other hand just wished she could record her performance. Knockout would love it.

Time carried on before Scrap's stomach rumbled loudly, drawing the bots attention. She blushed softly. "Sorry. It's a human thing."

"You are in need of sustenance?"

"You could say that." She stood and headed towards the door before stopping. "Umm… I have to go across the ship. I won't be too long but do you promise you'll stay here? Lord Megatron told me not to leave you alone. He's a great leader but he does get cross when rules are broken." She scratched her head. "I don't want to get in trouble."

"I promise I will not leave my station Scrap. You have my word."

"I'll hold you to it." She smiled then ran off, ensuring to walk past the trooper down the hall so they knew Orion was alone.

She walked as fast as she could to the medical bay, grabbed a few snack bars, some fruit and a bottle of water, stuffed them into a backpack then hurried back towards Optimus Prime. But then, she blinked, coming across a dead Vehicon and tire tracks of a two wheeler. "Oh scrap." She cursed, looking around madly until she spotted a small vent in the wall.

Months ago she had found tunnels running all across the ship, each one containing a track that could transport supplies to where it was needed. When operated the belt moved at around 20mph and was just big enough for her to stand on and keep her balance.

She had been experimenting with it for months but she couldn't control where she ended up so had been working on a program to divert the track to her will but it wasn't tested. "Now or never." She said, programming the track and holding on tight.

It clicked then began to move, slowly at first but then, as it hit a booster, it speed off into the darkness, another problem she had with the track. The air was stale and still, not meant for humans but she held her breath and held on as the track as she zoomed along, swaying with each bend and curve it hit, diverting her to the destination.

Any other time and it would be fun, almost like a roller-coaster but right now, Scrap was more worried about Lord Megatron finding out she had abandoned her post for such a human thing as food.

The track slowed and Scrap hoped she was at least close to where she needed to be. "Oh thank Primus." She said, realising she was only a few corridors away from where she wanted to be. As she headed off down the corridor, she suddenly noticed Soundwave not far from her, turning a corridor with Orion behind him. She hurried but knew the two would meet before she got near them. Then she heard a motorcycle engine roaring through the corridors. This could not be worse if she want it.

Orion turned the corner behind Soundwave and… nothing happened. He stated he heard something but that was it.

Scrap was frozen to the spot, panting from running but then a message from Soundwave appeared on her view.

Scrap and Orion: Return to Post.

Swallowing, Scrap hurried over. "Orion! You promised not to leave!"

Orion looked at her and blinked. "Scrap, did… something happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"I heard… fighting."

Scrap's eyes widened then she laughed, almost choking as she did. "Oh, I forgot it was Friday!"

"I do not understand."

Scrap was already beginning to walk past him back towards his work station. "Every Friday, the Vehicons have a full ship wide practice in case of intruders. It's lots of fun really. One con is selected to play the Autobot and the others have to stop him. If the 'Bot' can make it to the bridge, then he wins."

"What does he win?" Optimus Prime asked, following her.

"I think it's a paintjob from Knockout this week."

"Has anyone won?"

"So far, no."

2013 A/N: So, guest reviewers;

Guest 1: I can't believe her name's Eleanor. Scrap is much better.

- Yeah, I definitely agree, Scrap is a much more fitting name for her. But 'Eleanor' is a very old name which means 'Compassion' in Greek and 'Pity' in French, two things that might be important to the story. No spoiler though.

Guest 2: I love your story line and the characters seem to fall so lovely in place. I can't wait to see what happens next. Why you gotta end it with a cliffe. Thanks very much.

- The story line is complicated sometimes to write, due to the way it's set but I'm happy that people seem to be keeping up and it's not just in my head. And I ended on a cliffe as it was the end of the season and they seem to do that in the show.

Guest 3: Your soundwave is so... I can't even find the right words. You manage to have him In your own way but in character all at once. That's what I love about this story. For a first timer there seems to be no OOCness. I like that keep it up. :p

- Well thank you very much. Soundwave is a pain in my aft and no mistake! But I had two advantages; 1 - I am currently learning BSL (British Sign Language) so I realised that could be useful in this case and 2 - I'm used to working with a character who doesn't say much and is emotionally void (Glances at Sesshomaru). I've tried really really hard to keep the OOCness to a minamum but it has been very hard. I think I have watched each episode with a con in about five times make sure it keeps the story straight.