A/N: I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! I am SO sorry I didn't post a Chapter last week. There was a lot of stuff going on and I didn't have the time. I had to take a break for a bit because I was behind on some school work so I didn't even get the next Chapter written. Again, so sorry my wonderful readers. hopefully this make up for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any shape or form. I only own the story and any and all OCs mentioned in said story. OCs being the Grayson Siblings.

{Blah}= Phone to Comm. or vice-versa

-Blah-= Grayson Brother Bond

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The battle was raging full force, blaster fire streaking through the air. Stormjumper yelps, ducking down. He pulls his wings back, hoping to become a smaller target.

-Guys, I'm pinned. I need an assist. NOW would be nice!-

Two sets of jet thrusters roar, and his Brothers appear, knocking the Vehicons away.

"Thanks."

The three transform and shoot into the sky to provide some air cover.

Megatron snarls, slamming his fist into the console. Those new recruits of Optimus's were determined; he'd give them that. But they were a nuisance. They were interfering with his plans! The last major battle for Energon, not only had the Autobots almost retreated, but they would've lost one of their own. He had been so close! Then those three had to show up!

Quiet footsteps make him turn.

"Soundwave. What is it."

The silent Decepticon points at the bottom right corner of the screen. Looking closely, Megatron sees movement. Realizing what it was, the Warlord grins darkly. On the screen, hiding behind a boulder, was two humans. One he recognized.

"Soundwave. Send a Comm. out to IronClaw and monitor the battle. I believe he will enjoy this.

Miko peeks out from behind the boulder. Seeing where exactly she was, the girl smiles, lifting her phone. She almost got it…suddenly, something pulls her back. Frowning, the Japanese girl turns to her companion. Riley was tucked behind the boulder, gripping her arm tightly.

"Miko, you have enough pictures. Let's call for a GroundBridge before something bad happens."

She was about to protest, when she sees the complete fear in her wheelchair-bound friend's eyes. It was then Miko realized how bad of an idea this was. Riley was so normal with it, she kept forgetting the younger girl couldn't move the same way. Why did she bring her along?! Miko sighs.

"You're right, Riley. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I'll call for a 'Bridge."

{Hey, Ratch'?}

{MIKO! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE THIS TIME, YOUNG LADY!}

Wincing at the loudness, Miko pulls her phone away. Once sure the Medic wouldn't blow her eardrums, she brings the phone to her ear again.

{Yeah, yeah. Can you just send a GroundBridge? You can give me the lecture later.}

{Oh. I plan to.}

Suddenly, a shadow looms over the two small humans. The two girls slowly lift their heads, only to come face-to-face with a blood-red visor, a hulking body, and serrated teeth. Miko's eyes widen as she recognizes the massive form.

An Insecticon.

The bug screeches, lifting a clawed servo. Thinking fast, Miko grabs Riley's wheelchair, pulling the girl farther behind the boulder as the servo lands right where she was. The Insecticon lifts its servo again, this time right on top of them. Miko dives out of the way, and Riley twists, leaving the wheelchair. She hits the ground, her crushed wheelchair landing a few feet away from her. The 12-year-old lifts her head, amber eyes widening at the looming figure above her.

Nightwing hits the ground, holding back a cry of pain. He wasn't fast enough retracting his wings, his left one being crushed under his weight. Rolling onto his side, the black Jet takes a shaky vent. He'd been shot out of the sky. He sends reassurance through the Bond he shared with his Brothers, before closing it. They didn't need to be distracted by his pain. Hearing a shriek, he lifts his helm, immediately zoning in on the strange form. He remembered Ratchet telling them about Insecticons. Must be what that thing was.

Suddenly, a scream reaches his audios. Optics widening, Nightwing zooms in on what's at the Insecticon's peds. A very familiar figure.

"Riley…" He whispers.

Another scream as the Insecticon lifts its servo, and Nightwing feels something inside snap.

Riley screams, covering her head as the Insecticon lifts its servo once again. Out of nowhere, a loud, inhuman roar echoes through the battlefield. There's the sound of metal on metal as something rams the Insecticon with the force of a speeding train.

Nightwing snarls as he tears into the Insecticon. It manages to throw him away, and the black Jet twists, landing on his peds. The oldest Grayson only had one thing running through his mind.

PROTECT.

He didn't even register the new program. Immediately, thin, double-edged blades appear above his servos from his wrists. Then the Insecticon makes the mistake of charging. Nightwing races forward, sliding underneath the swinging arm and right between the legs. He instantly rises to his knees, slamming a blade into the Insecticon's back. The 'Con shrieks, before falling forward, dead.

Nightwing rises to his peds, venting hard as he glares at the offlined form. He lifts his helm to face the shocked faceplates of everyone on the Team. The battle was over. The blades slide back into his wrists as his venting slows. Stepping away from the offlined Insecticon, he moves towards the Team, pausing when they all step back. They all looked at him with…fear. Nightwing's gaze lowers. He gasps quietly as his helm clears. His armor was flared slightly, most of it clamped tight to his frame. His servos –his clawed servos- and forearms were covered in Energon, the Insecticon at his peds torn apart. But that wasn't everything. Right in the center of his chest, right where his spark was, a strange symbol was glowing white.

Before anyone says anything, a GroundBridge portal opens, Ratchet rushing through. His optics widen.

"What hap–by the Allspark…"

He steps towards Nightwing, all anger gone and instead, wonder was in its place.

"I…I can't believe it. You…"

The Team all share looks. Optimus speaks up.

"Ratchet. Do you recognize that symbol?"

The Medic nods.

"Yes, but…I never thought I'd ever see it again."

"Well, Doc. What is it?"

Ignoring the Nickname, Ratchet takes another step.

"Nightwing…do you know what this means?"

Not trusting himself to speak, Nightwing only shakes his head. The Jet is startled when Ratchet meets his optics with an almost reverence.

"Nightwing. You're a Guardian Supreme."