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New Girl on Base

6:00 PM, Autobot Base Omega One, Normal POV

Bee, Fixit, Star, the Twinlets, and I are in the main room with the sparklings, watching the PowerPuff Girls on the TV while the sparklings nap in their stroller. The other younglings are out with us, and we're all sitting around—and on—the couch. Rumble and Frenzy are sitting on either side of Bee and I on the couch, with Star between us and the twinlets on top of us, while the others—including Gremlin—sit either on the other end of the couch or in front of the coffee table.

"PRIME!"

"Agent Fowler?"

"Heard you had some new intel."

Sire nods. "Soundwave has defected from the Decepticons. He is back in his office at the moment, but if you wish to speak with him, I can get him."

"Who's that with Mari?"

"Two of his symbiotes. He has five."

"You mean like Mari's cat-thing."

"Yes."

I jolt to my feet. "I haven't seen Glimmer since I got back!"

"You still have her?"

I nod to Frenzy, who's closest to me. "Yep!" As if on cue, the mechanical feline runs in—followed by Ravage. The two pad up the steps before lying down beside the stroller protectively. I slip over to her and hug Glimmer—getting the usual annoyed growl—before stroking her head. "I missed you, Glim." I turn to Agent Fowler. "That one's Ravage. He's Soundwave's oldest. Then Laserbeak, then Rumble and Frenzy." I point to the couch. "That's them. Fren's closer to you, Rumble is by Bee. Then there's the baby, Ratbat. He's with Soundie still."

"I thought Soundwave was loyal to Megatron."

I giggle and shake my head. "Nope. He's been loyal to me since Dad saved him from slavery, back before I was in this dimension." I smile. "Saved us from Screamer, too."

"So the Con without a face is a Bot now."

"HE HAS A FACE, DUMBO!"

"Mariposa."

"But Sire, he's not faceless!"

"I know, Sweetspark, but Agent Fowler does not." Sire turns to Agent Fowler. "He uses the visor to create space and ground bridges at will, though my younglings prefer him without it."

Brightstar nods. "He's scary with it."

"And the others?"

"The Constructicons—a combiner team, led by Scrapper. They are still with Prowl, then we'll be assigning them a room as well. Scrapper's daughter Gremlin is with the younglings on the platform."

"Optimus…" Sire and I turn to Ratchet expectantly. "I've got a signal on a neutral Cybertronian near the park. Seems to be either an older sparkling or youngling."

"Elita, Arcee, come with me."

"Daddy?" He looks down at me. "Can I come?"

He sighs softly before nodding. "You too, Bumblebee."

I smile. I don't get to play commander much yet with my siblings, because besides Bee and Star, they're sparklings still, and we share the command when we "twin up". "Star, Twinlets, let's roll."

Jasper Park

We step out of the ground bridge in our normal forms, taking the risk of being caught for once. I'm carrying D-Wave on my right hip, and holding Star's hand in my left, while Bee has Light on his left hip, and is holding Star's free hand in his right. Sire, Carrier, and Aunt Arcee are standing protectively behind us.

We look around the empty park, our eyes landing on a five year old girl crying on a bench. She's wearing a black cap sleeved shirt with spider web lace on the sleeves and a white embroidered collar, a multi-layered skirt with six layers: layer one is a spider web-like, black material on the bottom, layer two is shorter and solid black, layer three is shorter than that and red and black with a touch of white plaid, layer four is shorter than that and a spider web material again, layer five is black in the same pattern but again shorter than the previous layer, and layer six is a small piece of red and black plaid, and covered in safety pins and chains, spider web leggings, a red tie with a black spider web print, three safety pins, and more chains with a skull pendant to hold them in place but also let them dangle down to almost the end of the tie where a red cross pendant hangs at the end, red socks, combat boots with red laces. She looks punk, but no one in their right mind would dress a kid like that. I hand D-Wave to Star and step over before Sire can stop me. "Hi. I'm Mari. Are you okay?"

"I'm Miko." She shakes her head. "M-my foster parents h-hate me, a-and l-let this gr-group named M-MECH e-experiment on me, b-because I-I'm p-part r-robot…"

"That's okay. I'm all robot." She looks up at me in shock, only to gasp. "You look like my real mommy did…" She turns to the others. "Who are they!?"

"That's my Daddy, my Mommy, my Aunt Cee, and my gestalt siblings. We came to rescue you."

She reaches up to Arcee, who picks her up gently. "Let's get you to base, Sweetspark."

"Okay…"

Autobot Base Omega One

We walk back through the bridge, and Arcee sets the little girl on the floor. "She claims to be techno-organic, Ratchet."

I run over to her after grabbing my new and tiny medical kit. "She said a group named MECH 'sperimented on her—that her foster parents let them 'cause they hate her."

As I start to look her over, Agent Fowler steps over. "We got a call from a Mr. John Daniels a few minutes ago, about their foster daughter running away when they were about to take her somewhere. He didn't specify where."

She looks up to the black man. "T-they were g-going t-to take me t-to M-MECH, so th-they could h-hurt m-me."

"Bee, get the others out. They don't need to see this."

"Come on, Star, Twinlets. Let's go see what Patches is doing in our room."

I close my eyes, opening them slowly. "Miko, what did they want to do to you?"

"U-usually, th-they just do 'speriments on me, but last time they said they were going to start teaching me how to "do" someone… I don't know what they meant, but the guy touched my pwivates after that…so…so I runded 'way when they say is time go…"

Agent Fowler takes my place after I pack up my stuff. "Are you in school?"

"They force-age me…I was in ten gwade."

"It's okay…" Agent Fowler straightens up. "I'll let the Foster Care system know she's—"

"Fowler." He looks up to Bulkhead. "Jackie and I want to adopt her."

"Two-ton—" He sighs heavily. "I'll tell them we've got someone who wants to adopt her, but I can't promise anything." He steps back from the little girl. "You'll need to go get a bed, and clothes for her, too. Make sure you're ready for home inspections and everything. I'll have Prime's fake house redesigned for you when you need it. You'll need to get her into kindergarten, too. I'm trusting you, Bigfoot. Don't make me regret it."

"I won't." Bulkhead sighs after he leaves, and turns to me. "Mari? Does Starlight wanna come with us, and help?"

"Sure!"

"Really?"

"Of course." ~Come out! Come out! We're going with Bulky to get stuffs for the new girl! He's 'dopting her!~

"You will need to buy a booster seat as well. I will lend you Lyric's until you return, and I am sure Elita will give you the triplets' boosters, and the twins' car seat until you return with them."

"Will I get what I had back at the Daniels?"

"Isn't most of it too big for you now?"

"I guess…"

"If you want it, I can send someone to get it."

"Nah, that's okay…" She smiles. "Nothing really 'portant there anyway."

We pull into the Tranquility Mall and park before the six of us climb out with Bulkhead's holoform. "Okay, Bailey, Landon, Claire, Dawn, and Mari, hold hands, and Mari, hold mine. Miko…" He holds out a hand to the five-year-old, and she takes it nervously, sticking her other thumb in her mouth. The first thing he does is stop and rent a mall stroller for two, then he buys a purple collapsible stroller like Soundwave's—purple apparently being Miko's favorite color. The four of us not in the stroller clamber into the wagon.

We start at The Children's Place, and rotate through the stores to get her clothes and shoes, as well as order furniture—to be picked up the next day—and bath supplies.

Once we've got everything we need, we head toward the exit. It's dark out now. Bulkhead loads the back of his vehicle mode before letting the six of us in. After helping with seatbelts and car seat clasps, he starts for the base.

We're all sent to bed once we get home, the newly-bought clothes and toys remaining in Bulkhead's subspace for the night. Bee and I climb into bed with our siblings—in holoform and still in our clothes—and cuddle into Fixit, who is curled in an exhausted heap at the back of the berth.