Nano-kilk - half of a Cybertron second

Klik - Cybertron second

Breem - Cybertron minute

Joor - Cybertron hour

Cycle/Lunar-cycle - Day or night

Meta-cycle - Cybertron week

Orn - Cybertron month

Vorn - Cybertron year

Deca-cycle - Cybertron decade

Mega-cycle - Cybertron century

Siren talking through datapad

AND A HUGE SHOUTOUT TO STEELCODE! Without all the unbelievable help you have given me in this chapter and the future ones, they probably wouldn't have worked out so well. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Words cannot convey the depths of your help.

The height between First Aid and Siren, from the chart I have been using, First Aid stands shoulder to helm next to Megatron so Siren (At shoulder joint) would stand just under his shoulder joint. If you remember from before Coreshock and Siren both would have stood just under his chest. With First Aid being a smaller mech, they would stand damn near closer to his shoulder joint.

Dear gods, I just realized how big Siren was next to the medic…

This was also rewritten; the first-time round did not sit well with me. I have to say the rewrite this time was better than the first try.

(Bulkhead arrives, driving off two Decepticon drones)

Arcee: What took you?

Bulkhead: Traffic.

- Darkness Rising: Part One

Prowl: The point of this exercise is to blend into your environment.

Bumblebee: Oh, right! 'Cause nothing says 'blend' like a motorcycle driving itself.

(Prowl generates a hologram of a policeman)

Prowl: Happy?

Helm jerked up at the tinging noise making Siren grumbled at the awakening she had been forced into. She found that she had fallen into recharge on the couch meaning the mech finally reclaimed his own berth. The tinging continued making sounds of someone falling to the floor and grumbles come forth as well. Siren could only imagine First Aid falling off from his berth at the awakening he went through too. His frame came into view half-awake leading him to stumble into the couch and sliding it a couple of inches. Low mumbles came out from his vocal processor as he proceeded to the door to open it.

"Sorry to have awaken you First Aid, but you'll have to find the park alone this cycle. They commed me into work." Nebula said giving the sleepy mech apologetic smile. "That or wait for me to come home before going. Would that be okay?"

A servo went up to rubbed his helm trying to get the rest of recharge out of his systems. "Uh, yeah, that'll work Nebula. I have to go to the pet store anyways. Get some things for Dawn." Nebula's smile grew a little more. "Okay, see you then." She gave a wave to him before turning to leave.

Once the door was closed, First Aid went about to start the cycle. First thing to do was get his and Dawn's energon. Glancing at the vixen as he set the bowl down. "Here's your morning energon, Dawn." Siren pulled her finials back at the new name and made a move to point her nose up in the air looking away from the mech. He gave an ex-vent at the show of…whatever that was. "Come on now, it may not be what you're use to from, well, during your racing job but it's the best that I can get."

Now Siren felt bad. She didn't want him to think she was snubbing at the energon he was able to obtain. Once again, the non-ability to speak was shown once again towards her. So, to remedy this mix-up she got off of the couch to walk over to the mech and butted her helm into his chest to whine. Hopefully that will make up for the mix-up. She felt his frame tense up at contacted before slowly relaxing and letting a hesitant servo pet her neck plating's.

He was silent in thought, trying to figure out why the vixen would do such a thing, when not even a cycle ago she steered clear of him. Something most have changed in the joors, but what that was, he had yet to figure out. Could it be that she was warming up to him? It was a possibility. "So, it's not the energon?" he finally asked having figured out that she only did this after he had said something about the energon.

Siren's finial perked forward from being held back to her helm and accidently wacked him from both side to his shield plate. Drawing back, she nosed the shield plate before licking it earning a reflex of the mech pushing her muzzle away. "Okay, I get it. Then what was it about?" The fact he was talking to the vixen like he was, was a little disconcerting to him. More unsettling was the vixen showing responses to his questioning, but Nebula did state they were smarter than what bots would think.

Siren paused trying to figure out a way to let him know about the dislike to the new name. An idea came to use her datapad, but she was still uncertain of that decision just yet. Was it because she, herself, hadn't given the mech trust yet? She looked into his visor after backing up a few steps, her optics leveled a little under his visor, thinking it over. It had been on her processor after coming back from Nebula's home and she found she was still at war with herself.

Maybe she should take a leap of faith? Having known about this mech from her other life and knew that he was a caring mech helped a good deal. It was a fact the he was not one that would willingly go to harm another. What would his reaction be? Not everybot would take to the fact she could understand rather well of what they said. She was bound to run into some bots that wouldn't like that idea, that a mere turbofox could be as smart as them. Though, it went back to the mech in front of her and his actions around her thus far. It was then the decision came to her but, Siren was still tentative to do so.

First Aid watch with curiosity as the vixen moved her helm to the left side of her chassis as if getting something with her muzzle. To his surprise, a datapad appeared within her jaws before she sat it on the floor. Without pause she used a claw to type in something on the pad not once glancing at him. Once she was done with it, a pede tapped its side several times to slide it over closer into his personal space.

It had come to a surprise to her to know that she could read Autobot cyphers thinking it would have been Decepticon cyphers, with how he turned to them. It was a little unsettling to know the she was taught Autobot glyph and yet, he went to the other side. No matter how she thought about it, nothing added up seeing that it should have been Decepticon glyphs that she was taught.

Visor flashed a couple of times as he stared at the maroon vixen before shaking his helm some and kneeling to pick up the datapad. Siren on the other servo slowly and quietly prepared herself to bolt if it turned that putting her trust to this mech was wrong. First Aid quickly snapped his visor to the vixen in astonishment.

My name is Siren, not Dawn. That name was given to me by one I held dear to my spark. Not many bots know this but a few close ones had known. I do understand you, I have the moment I awake to find myself within your home. And as you are reading this, I know of the language as well…having been taught to read.

Her optics flicked to his visor, waiting tensely for anything to happen. First Aid gave a rough clearing of his vent as they had stalled for a klik or two. Was what this vixen just typed out, real? Did she really know all that has been happening? The proof was all there on the datapad he gripped within his servos and he still couldn't get his processor around it. Rereading the pad once again before looking back at the turbofox, seeing the way she held her frame ready to run at the first sign of a negative reaction.

"Um, ah…" First Aid tried to start only failing so he went for a second try, this time being able to form a sentence. "Siren…is it?"

Her helm raised a bit, from having been lowered in preparation, to his question towards her. A small nod worked its way out of her to answer him. Then sounds of his ventilation system grew louder by an octave showing he was trying to work through the new information.

"You understand…me?" Another nod. "This, this is…ah, a lot to take in." By now, any thoughts of refueling had gone past the two. Instead, the mech leaned back to squat before sitting down on his aft with the now named 'Siren' mimic him in sitting. She had let slip a small whine in concern, hoping he was taking this as good as he could be. It was a lot to handle. He then held up the datapad, screen outwards, for her to look showing her that he was, if somewhat. "You typed all of this?"

This time, Siren huffed and rolled her optics at the mech and his ability to question things in many ways. First Aid gapped at the show of her doing so and he was glad to have his face hidden behind his face shield or she would have seen his jaw drop. After a breem, he was able to gather himself back up and found other types of question pinging into his processor. With this new information and the possibilities, it opened up to him, he went for it with one question at the forefront of his processor.

"Would you be able to tell me how you gain that wound?" Siren had to blink at this question finding it to be rather normal after finding out what she had presented to him. Her gaze moved to her right side thinking it over. First Aid waited for her to answer, but found she had stilled after looking at the weld to her side. "Y-you don't have to answer that. It was just the way we found you that made me wonder what happened." He quickly stated earning her attention again. He also registered that any form of her communicating had been from the pad he still held and so he set it down in front of her.

Siren wasn't ready. She even doubted she would ever be ready to let anyone know of what happened. It was still too fresh in her memory banks that the pain of it, within her spark, was still raw. What happened is something I wish to keep to myself. The pain of it all is raw and fresh within me that if I were to look back into it again, it would cause my spark to break even more. Maybe once I feel it is time, you might know, but I feel I need to heal still.

He gave a tilt to his helm after reading the piece letting her know he understood. This was amazing to him now that he was working out of his shock of this discovery. "That would mean you were still in shock about what had happened." He whispered adding up the points between then and now of her waking up. Being a medic, he should have seen the signs but without having known of her being conscious of the surroundings around the vixen it had not been thought of.

You seem to be taking this rather well. More so than I thought you would have. Siren stated eyeing the mech.

He gave a shrug. "Training perhaps? Medics do have a lot to handle in a cycle. Finding out that a turbofox is pretty smart is a bit more than I'm use to, but nothing I couldn't handle after getting over the initial shock." With her better audials she was able to pick up on his mutter. "Still it is…Primus…they sure don't teach you how to be prepared for situations like this at the Academy."

For some reason, hearing him say that let Siren relax a bit before a thought hit her. Are you going to tell others about me?

That made his pause in his thoughts. "Well, if you don't want me to, I won't. I'll let you be the one to tell others when you feel you want to." Siren gave a nod to his answer a little pleased that he thought to give her that option. "Though, you will still have to wear a collar. Many will think you are still a turbofox pet." A small growl came forth at that.

I suppose for appearance wise I will, but I get to choose what I wear when we go to the store. But, for the love of Primus, I refuse to be leashed, I've had to put up with it during training and the times we had to show I was being lead to the track. You can say I'm well trained not to have a leash or something but I am done with having that thing being clipped to me.

First Aid smiled from under his shield plate at her expression to something. "Okay, I'll agree not to use a leash with you. I do have to ask, seeing as this datapad is not one of mine," He stated moving his helm to glance up at his collection of datapads before looking back at the vixen. "Then it would suggest that this one is yours. Though, how it came to be in your possession like so, makes me think you have a subspace."

You are correct, it was installed by a friend request. When the races were stopped, we had to think of some way to bring credits into our home and so I gain a small subspace for delivering packages. It worked out well for the both of us and I gained a bit of recognition in Vos. It's not hard to miss a maroon turbofox as your delivery bot.

"Vos? Is that where you came from?" Siren gave a nod to that before looking at the floor. Memories of the seeker mech appearing in her processor. First Aid took in the desolate look she was giving after he read her pad and asked her about it. Whatever happened, she was spark-broken about it. "Okay, don't answer that. For now, we won't talk about your past. Do you want to visit the pet store? Or go find the park?"

A finial raised up at his questions, letting him know she was paying attention to him. When she gave an answer of going to the park he nodded. Now, to find said park that Nebula had talked about. "First, we should refuel before leaving."

Siren didn't know whether to bulk at the sight of eleven other turbofoxes, or to bulk away from the size of how fragging tiny they were. There was only one in the group that stood just under her shoulder joint, meaning the brute was of racing breed, while the rest were barely able to stand up to her elbow. She could just move a leg and accidently step on one they were so small. Then it was the designs on them. It seemed one thing was the same between pet owners and that was dressing them up.

In this case, painted designs and magnetizing colored flex metal to their frame. She made a point to stop and look up at the mech with narrowed optics. First Aid took this in with a grin from under his shield plate and laughed some before teasing her. "Aw, you sure Siren? You would look good with some blue or even some purple designs. We could even get you a crown for the top of your helm."

Siren gave a huff of her vents at him and promptly looked away from him with helm held up. Cheeky little bastard he thinks he is. She felt him get her shoulder a nudge. "Go on, run. I bet you've been wanting to do so. Just don't overdo it, you still are healing and all." He said softly to her and she gave him a nod in agreement. "Once you're done I would like to get a look over it, I haven't been able to since you woke up."

With that said Siren took off at a relaxed canter. Just being able to feel the pull and stretch of her cable muscles that was familiar after so long. Feel her frame move to her flowing, smooth strides with only a phantom of pain to her right side. It felt so good to her that she did laps around the large park seeing that she still retained much of her endurance. Her ventilation kicked up after a while as her frame heated up pleasantly and without thinking it over, her jaw opened some to let her glossa hang.

If she didn't think she acted like a dog at times, she was now.

After some time had passed, leaving her cables worked, her frame warm, and she herself more relaxed then in the last few cycle Siren decided it was time to go back to the mech. "Feel better?" She gave him a nod. "We should head to the pet store now."

Siren made sure to stay by his side as they walked through the streets that were becoming more crowded as the early joors of the morning were reaching mid-cycle. A few breems pass before he turned into a building with a figure of a glitch-hound howling above the doors. The glyphs of 'Pet Care Necessities' in-between the picture.

Siren looked around in awe seeing other beasts held within. Petro-mice, pidgeonoids, elector-toads, and many, many others. Then it was the smells that hit her causing her to whine softly at the overload of information. First Aid gave her a reassuring pat to the neck plates as they moved into the building going slow to let her processor work through the large input. His first stop was to look at collar and was a little overwhelm by the colors and sizes of some. Siren huffed at the collar with distain before looking at them as well.

First Aid waited as she worked over each of them with multiple gaining a growl of exasperation. When they moved more towards the end of the aisle was when Siren found something that she could work with better than a collar. It was of vest design with the main color being teal green and the edgings being of dark green. Thoughts of Heavyglide came to the forefront of seeing those colors and she nosed them feeling her spark flutter in pain.

"Is this the one you want?" Her finials twitched at First Aid question before drooping down afterwards. Drawing back, she nodded and watched as he took a hold of it for her. "Do you want to pick something else out? A ball or a slab of ore to chew on? Actually, I should stock up on that."

That brought Siren out and she gave him the look of confusion. Slab of ore? To chew on? What the frag?

Taking in her look of perplexation he gave a small chuckle. "Nebula told me about them. Eating ore, mainly for beasts, helps to thicken armor plating or to replace armor plating that was damaged or missing. So, in your case, I need to get some to help with healing that weld. She said that most racing owners don't buy ore is because they want their turbofoxes to be as light as they can for racing."

Well, that made since. That made her wonder if he could get some oil cakes or if he could make some. Her mouth was already salivating at the thought of oil cakes. Then again, she's never had this ore. Siren was willing to try them. Giving her agreement the two made their way to the ore and she stood there in surprise at the amount of ore goodies she saw.

Silver, copper, tin, and for the richer pet owner's tungsten and chromium. First Aid went over to a few ores to look over them in thought while Siren took her time to take it all in. When she came upon a few gold ore bars she was surprised to find that the price was so low.

"You want some of the gold? It'd be more of an unhealthy treat." First Aid stated having glanced to her before picking up several silver, platinum and nickel ores bars. She watched him glance at her before moving to pick up one ore of chromium. "This all should work well together. You'll get a good dose of hardness to your armor, some corrosion resistance, and a good amount of flex worked into it. The silver will help in keeping your frame cooled better too."

At his words Siren could only angle her helm in confusion. "Trust me, they'll help with your armor and protoform. Now let's go gather a few more things and then pay."

By the time they reached home, the two had gotten a silverish ball that she could roll around when he was at work. They had also, more so in First Aid's favor, bought several different colored flex metal strips. What they were for Siren didn't know but she was sure to find out soon enough. All he would tell her is Nebula stated it was something to get and he did.

To rest from doing errands the two sat down to read. First Aid going over some of his work while Siren took in more of his medical datapads, only this time being able to question with what she didn't understand. To say he was surprised by this, when he shouldn't knowing she could read and all, he helped to answer some of her typed questions. For a few joors, the two enjoyed the others company until Siren stopped where she was at in reading.

First Aid glanced down at the datapad set on his leg. Can we go see more of the city? I've only seen a little of Vos from delivering.

"I don't see why not. Let's get the vest you pick out on." With a low grumble, she followed the mech for put the vest on. It was here she wondered who all she would see now that she was in Iacon.

The two metals I mentioned that only the richer owner's get here's why. Tungsten world's strongest natural metal. Chromium world's hardest metal. I see gold as being the least expensive because it is a soft metal and in an owner's optics they would want the more harder and stronger metals to be consumed by their pets. Therefore, those two metals are the highest in price.

Now for the other said metals and reasons why.

Silver – Greatest conductor of heat and electric.

Platinium – best for corrosion resistances, hard metal.

Nickel – resistant to corrosion, malleable, ferromagnetic, ductile, hard metal.

We're learning all sorts of new things.

What kind of fluff would you like to see between the two? Playing ball is defiantly one of them in my books.

Also, I'm very much surprised by the voting.

Earth has 5 votes.

Delphi having 1.

neither having 0.

You guys really want to see her go to Earth don't ya? Here i was thinking Delphi would have had the votes hands down. Boy was i wrong.

Steelcode - Seriously thank you for being very much help to me and this story!

The Whispering Sage - I like Tum-Tum too, hoping to get him more into the story as it goes on. He's like an overjoyed puppy in my mind.

wolf girl811 - From all that i have researched on IDW Shockwave i sadly have to say that by the time Siren comes into exsitance, the war was really close at hand and so she would not have been able to have meet pre-shadowplay Shockwave. Dont get me wrong, what i've researched on him sounded severally cool and completely opposite to the Shockwave's i've known from G1 or Prime. I guess that thanks goes to IDW for doing such a good job with his character.

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