Fuchsia walked out of her shared room (with the influx of bots, she ended up sharing with Stargazer, not that she minded. The femme had helped her with a few nightmares.), breathing in the cool air of the morning. As usual, she was one of the first bots in the morning, joined only by Blueshot and Stargazer. The two would walk out to the courtyard outside the base, watching the slowly rising sun. this was on a normal day, but this day was not normal at all.

This day, four days after the Alphabots got settled in, when one more of their own came. Fuchsia had reached outside, when a silver streak in the distance. It grew larger and larger, knocking over the gates on the outside of the Autobot base. Alarms sounded loudly, autobots and humans alike stumbling from their quarters, dressing, and grabbing their guns of the walls. Only Fuchsia and Blueshot know who was in the distance.

The femme transformed in front of them, her visor red, but dimmed more than usual due to her exhaustion. Her whole form shook from the lack of energon as her visor turned blue, and she looked up to Fuchsia and Blueshot. She saluted, "Melody, reporting."

"Calm down, Melody." Fuchsia shushed silently, looking to the autobot, "Its alright, she is one of ours."

Melody shook, Hibiscus producing a cube of energon from her subspace, handing it to her, "Drink this, it will give you strength."

"thanks, Hibiscus." She looked to Fuchsia as she took a drink, "Its good to see you again Fuchsia."

All Alphabots knew that in the presence of the other autobots, even in their own dimension, not to call Fuchsia, Prime. This was a part of the established code, to protect her and the others. It was as old as time itself, it seemed at times. But all Alphabots knew to keep it this way. But still, even the Autobots knew that Fuchsia was their commander.

Blueshot smiled, Fuchsia was coming back into leadership with almost ease. Nothing strenuous was happening at the moment, so all she had to do was some paperwork (He helped of course). This was making it easy. She had received more memories, but still, none of her youngling years before this, or the first dimension. All of the alphas knew this, and were fine with it. They knew the memories would come back. The only problem they had was with Ratchet and Jolt. Both still wanted to tell Optimus what they discovered.

But Hibiscus was doing alright. But that seemed unimportant at the time, as Melody chugged down her energon.

"I was spying at the Decepticon base (under the muse Deathsong of course) which is located in Africa, when I discovered some disturbing news."

"what did you discover?" asked Optimus, before Fuchsia had a chance to ask.

"A femme predicon by the name of Spiral Sapphire is being held prisoner. Last I heard was Shockwave was going to clone predicons off her to create an army. That and with Decepticons awaiting "the fallen" to rise. Things are getting bad."

Optimus Prime growled long and hard at the thought, abruptly turning into the NEST base. Lennox ran up to the normally cool and collected bot, "what's wrong, Optimus?"

"they have her prisoner. My sparkmate. I will not let them keep her."

Lennox was surprised at the venom in Optimus's voice, "Who? Who's her? And what's a sparkmate?"

"Spiral Sapphire. She is, in your terms, my wife."

Lennox suddenly understood. The Autobot rarely got angry, but he agreed. If the Decepticons captured his wife, he would get that angry too. He walked back outside, where the Alphabots were discussing what to do.

"thank you for reporting back, Melody." Fuchsia said, "You have done well."

"no, thank you, Fuchsia. for coming back. I missed you."

"Everyone has said that."

"Well we did." Melody was given a second cube of energon, "we didn't search for you for decavorns for nothin. Now, what are we going to do about Saphire?"

"where was she being kept?" Blueshot came forwards, both he, Stargazer, and Fuchsia held the same protective light in their optics.

"She was being kept pretty close to the middle of the Decepticon base. In the laboratory, in a large celled cage. Stuck in her predicon form, as well as lightly wounded on her abdominal plating. Nothing too serious, but it has a chance of becoming infected."

"could you get back in without being detected?" Stargazer asked, jotting down notes on a data pad she grabbed from her own subspace, hand gliding smoothly over the screen.

"Maybe. Nobody will notice that Deathsong is gone. But there is a chance, Starscream was getting nosey."

"Is there a way to draw them out, and get a small team of bots inside?"

"I think so. They really want to storm the autobot base. Hey, what if we stormed them?" She suggested.

Fuchsia thought a moment, Dalek Kall laughing at her efforts I the background. She looked to Blueshot, who nodded in approval, "I think that would work. We should inform Optimus Prime immediately."

Fuchsia walked off to inform the Prime, Blueshot looked at her from behind. Directing Hibiscus, Melody, and the twins to go off to their duties. Hibiscus to give Melody a full examination. Stargazer leaned into Blueshot, "so, when are you going to tell her. Who her parents are, that is."

"not yet. Not until she remembers."

"But she has to remember something!"

"I asked, she said she couldn't remember names. She knew that she had parents, but even when she mentioned them in her memories, it was fuzzy. As if those parts were still blocked."

"But what is she going to do when she finds out we kept this from her." Stargazer grimaced, "I hope you know what you're doing."

Blueshot agreed, starting to walk away, he had his own duties to attend to, "Me too, Stargazer. Me too."

His walk was heavy, as if with sorrow, as he walked through the autobot base. His optics perked up when he passed by the gun range, the sound of gunfire echoing through the halls. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, both holding two large sniper rifles, appeared to be waiting outside the room. Curiosity taking over, Blueshot asked, "so, what are you two doing?"

"waiting. Ironhide and Chromia are in there."

"and that's…bad?"

Sideswipe answered for his brother, "Its not bad, per say, but it can be dangerous. Both are weapons specialists, and…well."

Blueshot nodded, "I understand. We weapons specialists can get...enthusiastic, about our work."

"you're a weapons specialist?" Sunstreaker asked.

"Yes. Now, I'm going to see what exactly is going on in there."

"Be careful."

"Yes. Thank you for the warning."

As Blueshot walked in, he made sure to turn down his audios, the sounds of gunfire were as loud as they were on the battlefield. Even though the two Autobots were shooting at immobile targets, they appeared to be imagining that they were moving. He understood why the others did their best to stay away. Pulling out his own cannons, two swirling guns mounted on his arms, he walked up to an empty stall.

He fired, the boom of his cannon just as loud as the other two. A tug on his cape made him turn. It was Chromia, who looked at him with bright blue optics, "Hello. I'm sorry, I don't think we were introduced. My name is Chromia."

"Blueshot. I'm sorry, but could you please step off my cape?"

"sorry." The blue femme stepped off the floor-length, black cape. She suddenly froze as she looked at him. His pain was dark blue, and he was as tall as she was. He looked like a smaller version of her elder son, Ironclaw. When she imagined bright white wings behind him, he looked as if her younger son had survived. She stepped forwards, placing a hand on his cheek.

Blueshot froze too. As he felt such a familiar servo on his face, he suddenly knew why she, and Ironhide were so familiar. His parents. He could feel the fear creep up on him, now he knew how fuchsia would feel once she figured out her parents. But he couldn't do anything, say anything, move a single muscle.

Silence fell over the range, the bulking black mech known as Ironhide stood behind his wife, "Chromia?"

"Ironhide, look at him." She said, her optics getting a very determined look in them.

"what-"

"No, look at him." She looked back at Blueshot, who still felt his body stiffening, "I think…no it couldn't be."

"what is it Chromia?" Ironhide insisted, he was sure that the bot hadn't said or done anything. And he could feel strange emotions through his sparkmates spark.

The blue bot got closer to Blueshot, so that she could look straight into his optics, "I think this is our son."