A/N I rewrote this chapter three times. First, we started out with her waking from stasis. Then directly after Prowl gets injured. I'm honestly relieved that this chapter is done and out of the way, so I can finally start enjoying writing again. Also, if anyone notices an error please point it out.

Rix didn't really know what to make of Sari.

She didn't really know what to make of this situation either.

After her guardian's brush with deactivation, and his restoration with Sari's 'key', she hadn't really let him go far, at least on his own. Awakening from recharge one start of the cycle after he had gotten up to grab them Energon caused her to panic and cry, which seemed to her default at the moment.

It was all she could really do to be honest, as she was too small to really make a difference around her. Even Bumblebee could pick her up, but he seemed to actually be careful when he did instead of the rough movements she had been expecting. She was very light, light enough to ride on Optimus's shoulder, and he and Bulkhead were her favorite perch. It was normal for her age and frame type, Ratchet had told them all, and that to just be careful with her wings. He then added to remember that she was a sparkling, a juvenile, and that any roughhousing would have to be gentle.

The new base was also a different situation.

It was old and dilapidated, with each room having their own problems. Ratchet's was off the room most put together, which they had chosen to be the repair room. Bulkheads had the most junk to clear out, they had to take out a wall in Optimus's, and Bumblebee's floor needed to be torn out and put back in.

And then Prowl's…

Her guardian had come to love the nature of the planet, and had chosen the room with the massive tree that survived by the hole in the ceiling. They weren't quite sure whether she should recharge in her own room, but Ratchet had quickly told them exactly why that was a bad idea.

She hadn't paid much attention to his almost rant-like lecture, choosing more to examine Sari. The 'girl' was sitting on her new friends' shoulder, the only one paying close attention to the lecture -she was interested in them and their culture; she was also one of the two who the lecture wasn't aimed at- and had seemed to already be used to her new giant metal friends.

In the defense of her new guardians, she was the first sparkling they had ever seen, excluding Ratchet.

Rix did catch part of the lecture, specifically the part about her 'episodes' as they had taken to calling them. She had had two since their arrival to earth, one the exact second they had awoken from stasis and then during their first night in the base. The first one had a much taller femme with a bow, and the second had some humans who wore similar 'clothing', as Sari had explained to them. Both had taken place in front of the crew, and they had all listened when she told them about them. Ratchet had asked if there had been any before after the second one happened, and she had told him yes. They had listened to those too, and up until she told them the one about Megatron had considered them to be fluxes.

They didn't really know what to consider them now.

She didn't tell them about Magnus.

But until they could figure out if they had a cause, all they could really do was monitor and make sure she would be okay if it happened again.

When, she had corrected them.

She knew it was a when.

But right now, she was sitting on the mechs right shoulder, Sari on the left. She was tuning out their conversation, more focused on the few flying organics that flew by. Her own wings twitched, but she knew she wasn't able to fly just yet. But they did look familiar-

She was flying, but was clutching onto the horns of the massive beast beneath her. Its roar rattled her to her core and fire raged below her, but she felt no fear. It dived, its wings spreading at the last moment to catch them-

It came back to, the concerned faces of Optimus and Sari looking down on her. She could tell his servos were beneath her, and that he had caught her. She must have fallen during her premonition, as she had started to call them after a TV marathon she had sat through with Sari.

Shaking her helm, she sat up and Optimus carefully stood up off his knee, choosing to hold her instead of putting her back on her shoulder. She would wait until they got back to their new home to tell him about the premonition, so that Ratchet could record it with the others. They were trying to make a timeline, and she supposed this would go into the 'undetermined' category.

Carefully stepping pass the humans, Optimus set both her and Sari down, and transformed, cabin doors opening. The sparkling was just small enough that she could still fit in his cabin, although she did have to keep her audio receptors pinned back. Her optics scanned the world around her, occasionally falling onto the organic.

She was nice enough, and they were close in age, at least mentally.

But she felt… jealous.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead were fascinated with her and the more modern, technological aspects of the planet, while Prowl had interest in the nature, Optimus almost everything about the planet, and Ratchet…

Well, he seemed happier now that the ship was safe, but not much difference.

It wasn't as though she wasn't looked after, and that they paid no attention to her, but they still didn't even know her name.

… Well, she hadn't told them it, but it wasn't as though they hadn't asked either.

But they didn't really seem to notice her change in attitude.

But it was okay, they had just crashed landed on a planet far away from their home, and it was a whole new situation that they weren't used to.

But still…

She didn't know how to tell them.

The crew had noticed the change.

Not all of them at first, but over the course of the past earth 'month', each had noticed it.

Bulkhead had been the first to notice, as he had been looking after her while Prowl was undergoing several scans after the key had healed him. He was showing her some Space-Bridge schematics that he had been working on for the past vorn, and usually she would take interest in it.

Not this time

This time she seemed distracted, but he hadn't thought much at first. It was understandable, as Prowl was the closest to her and she had been upset -which was to calm of a word-, when he had been injured. But he had noticed that when Sari and Bumblebee had asked them to come with them, she had seemed to retreat into a shell of sorts. He had turned them down, saying that the sparkling didn't want to be too far from Prowl and that he had promised him that he would watch over her.

Sari had kept Bumblebee from pushing the subject, and the sparkling just kept quiet during the rest of his explanation. Still listening, but not asking any questions like she usually would.

He had mentioned it to Ratchet, and Ratchet gave a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"I'll scan her and ask the others to keep an optic on her, but it's most likely because of everything that's happened. She's young and the trauma from the creator/carrier bond wouldn't have been easy, and having someone she most likely considers nearly deactivating couldn't have helped either."

Optimus had noticed it next, and figured out what the problem was.

"How are sparklings designated?" Ratchet had been repairing a few minor injuries sustained during their renovations of the old building, when he had questioned him.

"When they're created by Vector Sigma,-" Ratchet spoke, but stopped the welding as the Prime almost shivered at the name "- majority of the time they are created with their designations," He started the welding back up "But in some cases, and in almost all cases of spark-bond sparklings, their creators name them." This time when he stopped welding, he made optic contact with the prime.

"This is about our resident sparkling, isn't it?"

"She doesn't have a designation as far as we know, and you're the only one with the necessary qualifications to actually designate her." At Ratchet laughed, hollow and angry.

"Her creators would have that right. They probably had named her before they deactivated." The general consensus was that her creators were gone, and they had no idea what her designation was.

"Would she remember?"

"Probably not. But it wouldn't hurt for either you or Prowl to ask."

Now she was sitting on the berth, tipping her wings every which way at Ratchets directions, and he felt that now was as good as a time than any.

"Hey…" she glanced up at him, audio receptors twitching towards him.

"Do you have a name?" Wide, purple optics blinked at him, before looking away. They darted around while looking at the floor, as though she wasn't sure what would be the right answer.

Kneeling down, he got her attention so that she was once again looking at him. Ratchet was still going over her scans, but was glancing over every few seconds. After a moment, she sat up, looking Optimus straight in the optic.

"Rix." She answered, voice soft but loud enough that Ratchet could hear as well., "My name is Rix."