Ghosts of the Past: A Transformers Prime Story

The main character of this story is a femme Autobot called Silver Sun, a silvery-white and yellow Yamaha YFR-R6 motorcycle (Look it up. It's cool). She hates to fight, but has a secret that, eventually, even she won't be able to see coming. Oh, and she's Ratchet's protégé. Begins during the episode 'Out of His Mind'. OC x Bumblebee love. Enjoy, fellow fanfiction readers! .

Chapter one: The Reunion Predicament

I didn't need anyone to tell me that I wasn't like other Autobots. The older femmes back at my school took care of that. They would call me a freak because of what I could do: trip me in the hallway; capture me and lock me in a dark training room at night; chase me all the way through town before I finally couldn't run anymore and they'd beat me up.

Yeah...The memories of school aren't that great, but at least I had my older sister to be there for me, ready to fight by me just in case. Before the war, me and her were inseparable.

But now I was on my own.

Injured. Struggling to survive after crash-landing on Earth. Wishing Arcee were here.

My name is Silver Sun, sister of Arcee (who is better known the Decepticon-Destroyer). I was mainly a silvery-white, but had saffron-yellow streaks on my arms, legs and torso. Instead of a helmet, like most bots had, I had long sun-yellow cable-like wires that flowed from the top of my helm all the way to the centre of my back. I resembled my sister, in terms of appearance, but my face was more round then hers and I was slightly shorter.

My legs were currently being crushed under the weight of the apparently smashed control board of the space shuttle I had come in. I didn't remember anything about how I even got there, but knew I had to get out. As hard as I could, I kicked the rubble with what strength I had.

"Perfect," I muttered when the metal debris didn't budge.

Sighing, a small high-pitched noise pierced my ears like a needle forcing its way through my helm, going deeper and deeper into my database system. Then the image came; the ship in ruins, burning to the ground as I lay in the collapsed rubble, optics barely online.

"No!" I screamed slamming my fist on the ground. "Get out of my head!"

Looking over to the energon tank, I saw that it was leaking into the circuit overload system. Exactly like it had been in the image. I realised I had little time before that thing blew up like a smelting pit. Dreading what I knew would come next, I pulled one of my legs out from under the rubble. It dug deeper and deeper into my metal flesh, but finally, after holding my breath for a very, very long time, I freed one of my legs.

Just as I prepared to move on to the other, a blinding cobalt blue light gleamed, nearing me. I heard the sound of metal pedes on the darkened floor.

Trying to hide for fear of it being Decepticons, I didn't even care about the pain as I tore my other leg out from underneath the debris. Unfortunately it causing a clanging sound as it smashed to the floor.

The footsteps stopped. I dashed behind the nearest object, suddenly clinging onto my other leg. Daring to glance down, I saw the damage it did. A huge tear in my armour, piercing into my arteries. Whatever energon I had left was gushing out of me like a river.

My vision began to blur. My thoughts became dazed. I tried to stand up, only to succumb to the painful laws of gravity. Helm clashing against the hard metal ground, I noticed as someone approached me.

"Silver...?" They uttered.

I recognised the voice instantly. "Cee..." I breathed, falling into stasis lock.

Waking after what felt like hours, I slowly onlined my optics. Bright light rays shone from their origin straight into my optics, which were only just getting used to the new surroundings. It seemed like I was somewhere underground judging by the high rocky ceiling. Perhaps some kind of hideout. As my head continued to whirl, I used what limited strength I had to use my arms to force myself upwards.

"Oh no, you don't!" a somewhat familiar voice ordered in a stern tone. Looking up, I saw the orange and white of the Autobot medic who had trained me in the veils of medicine. "You, Medical Officer Silver Sun, are still resting."

I rubbed my optics. "Ratchet...?"

I turned my head to scan the room only to be caught in a warm embrace. It didn't take my powers to realise who it was. My sister was still Neptune blue with highlights of pink. She still brought with her the atmospheric feeling that everything would be alright. I never wanted to let that feeling go.

"Silver," She whispered to me reassuringly. We hugged for a long time until breaking apart, who can blame us? It was a while since we had last seen each other, but she hadn't changed a bit. Arcee looked into my optics. "Are you ok? Where have you been for the past four-hundred years? You didn't get captured by cons, did you?"

I laughed lightly. She really hadn't changed. "Arcee, I'm fine." I replied.

She smiled. "You know I worry about you, little sis."

"Silver Sun," a deep, sonorous voice spoke from behind me. Turning my head to the origin of the voice, I saw a tall red and blue mech standing at the door of the medical wing. "Arcee has told us much about you. Are you feeling better?"

Almost immediately, I realised who he was. "O-Optimus P-Prime..." I said, though it came out in more of a whisper. I quickly got out of my berth and saluted the Leader of the Autobots. "Medical Officer in Training, Silver Sun, sir."

He slightly smiled. "I will take that as a yes."

I felt Arcee out her hand on my arm, as if to tell me that I didn't need to be so formal.

"Sis, calm down," She smiled.

Breathing in deeply, I realised that maybe I was a little over-excited to meet the Leader of the cause who I believed would bring freedom to all Cybertronians. But it wasn't like I had ever met the person I had idolised for basically my entire life. Not to mention, being under Ultra Magnus's command back on Cybertron had caused me to constantly use 'sir' when addressing bots higher up in the chain of military command.

I calmed down and looked up at Optimus Prime. "Sorry, sir," I apologised.

He nodded. "No need to apologise, young one. At ease."

He then walked away towards Ratchet, who had somehow gotten to the computer in the main room, without any of us noticing.

Arcee grabbed my hand. "How are you doing?"

"I already told you, I'm fine," I replied.

"You know what I mean," She looked at me with a stern expression. I tried not to make eye contact. "Are you going to tell them?"

I shook my head. "Arcee, I dealt with enough of that back on Cybertron. I-I'd really prefer if you kept the secret between us and only us."

Sighing, she finally gave in. "Fine, I promise I won't tell." She looked towards the corridor, beginning to walk out. "C'mon, you can sleep in one of the spare berth rooms."

I followed her. Looking around, I noticed two other bots. One was forest green, about ten feet taller than I was. Unknowingly, I looked into his mind to discover that he was called Bulkhead, part of the Wrecker battalion. He was the kind of mech that would go straight to using his fists to solve a problem than actually thinking it through, but always meant well.

The other standing next to him was yellow with black stripes. He was Bumblebee, a mech an orn older than me, the team scout and a good fighter. After losing his voice, he always felt like he had to prove himself. He did everything he could to protect his family.

Family.

At that moment, my only family was Arcee. My optics met the ocean blue light that shone from Bumblebee's. I didn't know what it was, maybe courage, maybe hope, but something about him was just...different than from the others.

Subconsciously, I slowed my pace as I saw him at the other side of the room.

Arcee, I'm guessing, sensed what was going on.

"Come on Silver, you've had a long night." She ordered, tugging at my arm.

I blinked my optics, forcing myself back to reality. "Right-right."

Out of the corner of my eye I swore I could still see the Autobot scout, looking at me. The only thing I didn't understand was, why me? Speaking of 'why me', my sister still practically dragged me down the hallway.

"I saw that," She told me.

"S-saw what?" I played dumb, actually dumb enough to think that Arcee, the top spy for the Autobots, would fall for it.

She stopped and turned back to me. The control room, where the team was, was out of hearing range. "You and Bumblebee."

Once again, I averted looking at her eyes. "No idea what you're talking about." She raised an optic ridge and I made the mistake to glance up at her. I broke. "Fine. It was an accident. I didn't mean to look into his mind, it just sorta happened."

Arcee sighed. "Silver, you have to learn to control this. I doubt that Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead or especially Bumblebee will be happy if you saw what they were thinking. They all have secrets, and I think they'd rather keep them that way."

My shoulders dropped as I looked to the floor. "Sorry Arcee."

"It's ok, Sil," She comforted me, putting my hand on my shoulder. We walked a little further down to a berth room at the very and of the hall. Arcee gestured to the door, but hesitated to go in. "Your room. I'm just three doors down the hall. Meet with me in the gym tomorrow for training?"

Even though I felt like I owed her for keeping my secret, I had to draw the line. "Arcee, you know I don't fight. I've seen what it does to bots. The memories, the trauma, the damage, physical and mental...its just...I hate it. I never want to be apart of that."

She sighed, but with a slight smile. "You haven't changed a bit, huh?"

I shrugged. "You know me so well."

Unexpectedly, Arcee gave me a slight hug. "Love you, sis." She whispered. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," I replied, returning the hug.

She stepped back. "Oh, right. Before I forget, head to the main control room in the morning. You need to get a vehicle form."

I raised an optic ridge. "Vehicle form?"

"It's an Earth thing. You'll see. It's actually great advantage when you're fight-" She paused, recognising my expression. "Not important. Get some rest, ok?"

Before I could answer, she began to speed-walk back the way we had come. Closing the door behind me, I heard Arcee walk further down the hall, presumably back to the Control room.

I scanned the room. It was small, but I was ok with that. A single metal berth sat in the corner. A desk and chair sat over to the other side of the room, so was a computer and several Human TV show posters like Need For Speed, Grand Tour and Top Gear.

Immediately, I walked over to the berth and just collapsed on the metal mattress. Relieved to finally be close to my sister after all these years, I closed my eyes, ready to forget about the past centuries of me being trapped in the obsidian darkness of space.

"Home, sweet, home," I whispered to myself as I pulled the blanket over me.

Later on, and I had been slapped awake by the sound of yells and shouts coming from around me. Shooting up from where I lay down, I looked around to see a completely different scene. I had no idea where I was. Molten lava of scarlet, topaz and Autumn surrounded the glaring monument that stood before me.

Then I recognised the familiar insignia at the entrance to it.

Decepticons, I thought to myself.

I was at Tyger Pax. Easily identifiable as one of the worst places for captured Autobots to be taken. Suddenly, I felt something go through me, literally. Looking down, I realised a blast had been fired at my abdomen but had done no harm.

I sighed, Oh scrap. Not a dream.

Having dealt with this curse before, I realised this wasn't the reality, this was someone at the base's nightmare. Hearing the shouts again, I ran to where I thought was the origin of them, a monument, statue, of the devil himself; Megatron.

In front of the statue were a crowd of cons. I charged through them to the centre, where a familiar mech was being tortured by...him...by Megatron. Even in people's dreams he was terrifying. He was electrocuting Bumblebee. I could see the yellow and black mech's optics fading as he lay helpless on the ground.

"Remember Tyger Pax, Scout?" The Decepticon Leader taunted. "The day you lost your voice, to me. You could not defeat me then. What in Cybertron makes you think that you are able to defeat me now?"

As he finally shut off the electrocuting device, Megatron stepped forward. Bee was paralyzing with fear as Megatron edged closer to him like a lion to it's prey.

"Y-You will...n-never be s-stronger than Optimus...P-Prime..." The scout uttered through the pain, in his actual voice.

Megatron grabbed him by the neck at his last remark, lifting him into the air as if he were proud of what he did to the poor scout. I felt overcome with shock, rage and most importantly courage.

"You will never be more than a worthless boy!" He leader of Decepticons spat back.

"Let him go!" I yelled, unable to take more of his torment. Megatron glared at me. "What did he ever do to you? He's a kid who got roped into this war, like all of us did, all because of you and your insane hunt for power!"

Surprised that I had stood up to him, Megatron immediately released the yellow scout, causing him to drop to the ground. Bee looked up at me with flickering optics, barely online.

"Si-Silver S-Sun?" He said, trying to get up only to fall back down.

I rushed to his side, ignoring Megatron. "Listen to me Bumblebee. I can't explain now, but you have to wake up. This is all a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. You are fine, you are back at base. Please just snap out of it."

After contemplating what was actually happening, Bumblebee nodded. "How d-do I wake u-up?"

"Sleep now." I replied. He glanced at the Decepticons. "They can't hurt you." I held onto his hand. "I won't let them, ok?"

Looking down at my hand, then at me, Bee lay down and closed his optics. Soon enough, his dream form dissipated into the air. Standing up, I realised that all of the Decepticons were silently melting away, back to whatever horror movie they had come out of. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, well, Prime has another runt to call a team mate," The spine-chilling voice I had heard before spoke. Megatron stood behind me, still there. "He really is desperate to win this war for employing a weak being like you."

I felt more confused than insulted. "You're not supposed to still be here."

He laughed maniacally. "Smart runt. Though I could say the same about you."

Before I knew how to defend myself, he reared his fist backwards to punch. Instead he hit the air as I willed myself out of Bumblebee's mind. I felt myself being transported through the cerebral atmosphere.

--

I shot up from my berth, breathing way more increased than it should have been, energon sweat glistening off of my face plates. Around me, the Top Gear poster had fallen off of the wall, actually, torn off of the wall. Telekinesis is something that happened when my emotions got the better of me. It was why I had to stay distant from others and keep my feelings in check.

But why Bumblebee's mind of all the Autobots in the base?

Then I though about what I had seen in Bumblebee's head. Megatron shouldn't have been there. When a bot wakes up, their dreams were supposed to dissolve so that they wouldn't affect them throughout the day. Either Bumblebee was very much haunted by the thought of the Decepticon warlord, or something more was going on in his mind.

I yawned. "There's always tomorrow to figure it out." I went back to recharge mode.

Oh scrap. I still had to tell Bumblebee what was going on. That would mean disappointing Arcee, again. This was gonna be a long day.