Author's Note: Yes, I know a story such as this would be classified as a crossover story. But I had forgotten to make it that and I think it'll get some more views if it's not labeled as one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or Transformers. They belong to DC, CW and Hasbro. I only own my OC.

❛This is ten percent luck

Twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure

Fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name. . .❜

[ — Remember The Name, Fort Minor ]

Location: Airforce Hanger, Outside Of National City.

On the outskirts of National City was the abandoned Andrews Air Force base, originally used during the Vietnam War to send large planes over long distance, was now shut down. Most of the buildings were rotting and decayed, with the exception of one large hanger which seemed to be much cleaner than the others.

The sound of a welding torch sparking was heard within the hanger, followed by frequent flashes of blue light. Within the hanger, a young male with a welding mask was welding something into place, not something, someone. It was a large being, it's body had parts of a jet plane sticking out of certain places, it's face was almost like a pilot's mask, with the two air filters sticking out the sides of his face. This was accompanied by two glowing red orbs for eyes.

"Can you go any faster? I hate standing in one place for such a long time..." The mech said, his voice gruff but almost digital sounding as his massive arms folded over his cockpit like chest.

"Calm yourself, Blitzwing..." The male mech assured the one known as Blitzwing as he ceased his welding, lifting up the mask to reveal a smiling face, and uniquely glowing bright blue eyes. "I'm just trying to make sure that you don't fall apart on me, that's all. You think I enjoy picking up your pieces and putting you together?..." He asked Blitzwing, before he slipped the mask back on and continued to finish up his weld.

"Honestly? I think you take joy out of this..." Blitzwing remarked, almost sarcastically.

The male lifted the mask back up, stopping his welding. "Blitzy, out of the three of you, you were my proudest revival. You were in more pieces than the other two, and it wasn't easy trying to find the especially small pieces. So I consider the fact that you're moving around again to be an accomplishment..." He finished the weld up, putting the welding torch down on the bench as he picked himself up.

"Well, you're done. How about you try not to get the attention of the US Air Force next time, okay? We're trying to keep a low profile, and I get that you enjoy flying. But right now, it's not safe. After the whole incident with that Reign chick, it's become harder to do certain activities around here." The male explained, getting up off his work stool as he removed the mask from his head, placing it on the table.

"Well, it gets really damn boring just sitting around. And unlike the two love birds, I don't have anyone to cuddle up with..." he shuddered, feeling rather annoyed at that statement.

"Well, that's why I found an alternative. I know that you haven't scanned your second alternate form, so I got you a little present..."

the male made his way over to a car concealed by a tarp, pulling it back to reveal something that made Blitzwing's eyes widen in excitement.

Underneath the tarp was a sparkling 1987 Chevrolet IROC-Z Camaro. It matched Blitzwing's colors with the base color being a shiny metallic red followed by the secondary being a metallic pearl white. It had decals of a fighter jet soaring through the air running along sides. It had Forgeline 18×10 VX1R wheels with BFGoodrich G-Force Rival S 315/30ZR18 tires.

"I've been spending the past few weeks engine swapping her, she's got a beefed up LS7-V8 with an added supercharger. She'll put out about 9,500 RPMs. And she's ready for you to scan..." he patted the roof, as Blitzwing made his way over towards the car as it glistened under the fluorescent lighting.

"You...you got this for me? I...I don't know what to say..."

Blitzwing was speechless, as he didn't take the slightest in hesitation and began to scan. A green beam shooting out towards the car as it ran down the frame before the beam retracted back into his optics. The schematics of the vehicle's every detail now imprinted in his memories.

That's when Blitzwing began to transform, his massive body shifting down and rearranging before he was now an identical copy of the car that he scanned. With the exception of the shiny symbol that was on the front fenders of the car as well as plastered across the hood like a firebird on a trans-am. It resembled a red face, one of peace and freedom. This was the symbol of the Autobots.

"Well? How does it feel?..." He asked, walking over to the vehicle and placing a hand on the roof.

"I LOVE IT!" Blitzwing exclaimed happily, his lights flashing as the driver side door opened, clearly wanting the male to climb in.

"...want to take a ride into the city and show off my new look?" Blitzwing asked.

He didn't even say a word, simply grinning as he slipped out of his work overalls, revealing dark blue and a black t-shirt underneath before climbing behind the wheel of the car.

"Send a message to Shatter and Drop, let em know we went to pick up some things in National City." He told Blitzwing, closing the driver door before slipping on some pilot shades.

"Already on it! Let's just see what I can do—" Blitzwing explained as the engine turned over with a ferocious roar. The male reaching forward and grasping the gear shift as he dropped the car into drive, peeling out of the hanger and leaving nothing more than tire smoke in their rear view.

Location: National City Entrance.

After paying the toll, since the hanger was 30 miles beyond city limits, Blitzwing and his passenger were now driving into the city. His dark blonde hair flowing through the wind as he was leaning back into the seat. The steering wheel moving on it's own accord as Blitzwing was doing most of the driving.

Behind the shades, his eyes were watching as people went on with their daily lives. Well, people and aliens. It was a sight that he was used to at this point. It was a sight that him, Blitzwing, Shatter and Dropkick were used to seeing. A soft sigh passing his lips as he leaned back again.

"Is something wrong? You're usually so enthusiastic when we get into the city..." Blitzwing asked, his voice emanating from the radio that was in the center of the dash.

"I dunno, it's just...do you ever feel like you have a purpose? Like, a reason for being here?" He asked, pulling his shades down a bit as he looked down at the silent radio.

"Of course I do! I was a former Decepticon after all, my purpose was to serve under Megatron and destroy anything I was told to destroy. But, that's not my purpose anymore. I'm an Autobot, and your guardian. I'm here to protect you, that is my purpose." Blitzwing explained, which earned a pat on the dashboard from the blonde who smiled softly.

"You, Shatter and Dropkick are more than just my guardians. You're my family, since...I don't really know who my family is." His tone softened, which made it obvious that it was a sensitive subject for him.

"And we are honored to be a part of your family." Blitzwing spoke, trying to reassure him before his radio started to flash a bit.

That caught his attention, an eyebrow raising. "What's wrong, Blitzwing?"

"I just received a recovery beacon from one of our friends, it's Dr. Vose. It only goes off when he's been attacked or is injured." Blitzwing explained, as the gearshift dropped into another gear, with the wheel making a sharp left turn as his vehicle form headed down a backroad.

"Dr. Vose? Who would be dumb enough to attack Dr. Vose?..." Brendan muttered softly, as Blitzwing's vehicle form turned another corner, coming to a stop outside a large building. It was one of National City's many research and development laboratories, but this one being the one that Dr. Vose works at.

The male climbed out of the car, closing the door behind him and running full spring into the building, but not before turning to Blitzwing.

"I'll keep radio contact, just be ready to come get me if things get hairy!" He called out.

"Roger! I'm on standby!" Blitzwing responded back, his windows darkening. To conceal himself as he remained idle in his spot.

"I just hope Brendan can keep himself from doing anything stupid..." Blitzwing thought to himself, watching as his charge ran into the building.

Location: National City R&D Lab, 4th Floor.

Brendan made his way out of the elevator, making his way over towards Dr. Vose's laboratory. When he made it around the corner, he quickly halted and back up behind the corner. He poked his head around, seeing Dr. Vose pinned against the wall by a raven haired male while a dark haired female was standing behind him. He could see the guy cutting one of Dr. Vose's arm talons off, which caused him to scream in sheer pain.

"...or maybe a little bit of fun." The man said, kneeing Vose in his back as he fell over to the ground. He handed the female the talon, as she inserted it into a security terminal.

That was when Brendan heard a sonic boom, and then the sound of a window shattering as he peered around the corner to see a familiar flowing red cape.

"Supergirl. Right on time as usual." He muttered softly, staying around the corner.

"I don't think he wants you going in there..." Supergirl said, making her way over towards the pair.

Though the male grinned, pulling out a silver grenade like device, which caused Brendan's eyes to widen.

"A sonic gren—" he had no time to finish as the man pressed the button, and a loud sonic shriek filled the air. A sound so piercing and painful that Brendan and Supergirl had to cover their ears.

Brendan was screaming, the sound was literally making him feel like his head was going to split open. He tried to access his comms, but the high pitched noise was interfering with his ability to reach Blitzwing. Finally, the sound ceased as the next thing he saw was Supergirl flying though the window next to him, but, for the brief moment before she went through the window, the two locked eyes.

Supergirl went flying through the window, and Brendan was still holding his head. The sound might've been gone, but the pain was still there.

"Bzzzt! Brendan! Bzzzt! Brendan! Thank Primus, I can finally get a signal. Are you alright? I heard the sound of a sonic grenade go off—" Blitzwing was speaking from the comms.

"Blitzwing! I need you, right NOW! Vose's lab is being broken into—" Brendan said, running a finger along one of his ears and noticing that it was bleeding. But the blood was a glowing blue instead of the conventional crimson color.

"But, what about our protocol? You said transforming in public could be—"

"I know what I said! DO IT!" Brendan exclaimed, trying not to make too much noise as he tried to make his way over to Dr. Vose, who was laying with his back against the wall.

"Vose!" Brendan called out, running over to him and getting down onto a knee.

Vose's eyes widened, reaching out with arms grasping the younger male's shoulders.

"Brendan! What are you doing here? It isn't safe for you—" Vose started, but Brendan cut him off.

"Blitzwing received your recovery beacon, I need to get you out of here..." He reached to try and help him up, but Vose shook his head.

"No! You need to go, right now!" He tried to get Brendan to go, but Brendan's shoulder was grasped by someone and he was thrown down the hall. Brendan slid along the ground before collecting himself, getting up off the ground to come into view with the man from before.

"Well, looks like we have an uninvited guest." He exclaimed, pulling out a strange silver pistol which he fired. An orange blast of energy emitted from the gun, and Brendan shielded himself the energy blast hit him full force as he slammed against the wall. A cry of pain left him as fell face first to the floor, watching as Vose was dragged into his lab by the man.

Brendan picked himself up, the pain flaring up in certain areas as he slowly made his way over towards the lab, a trail of glowing blue blood coming behind him. He managed to catch Supergirl flying into the room as well, but all that mattered to him was getting to Vose. By the time he made it there, he could see the man and woman, who had a small device in hand, Supergirl turned to see Brendan standing there, eyes widening at the sight of blue glowing blood dripping from him.

This gave the man the perfect opportunity to throw a grenade, which Supergirl shielded Dr. Vose from. But she knew she couldn't reach the other in time, as the explosion went off and Brendan was sent flying through a window.

He could feel himself falling for what seemed like an eternity before he landed on something, or someone. His eyes fluttered open to see the true form of Blitzwing holding him in his hand as he was floating in mid-air, a crowd of people below were looking upon the giant metal titan as if it was something they had never seen before, which truth be told, it was.

"Blitzwing...I..." The mech's helm shook, as did a finger to tell him to not talk.

"Don't speak, I'm getting you back home. I'll have Shatter prep the med bay." He said, as he transformed into his McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom II jet form, the seat belt gently wrapping around his charge as the rear thrusters ignited, with the jet roaring out of the city at high speeds.

Back at the Lab, Supergirl had witness the entire ordeal. Her eyes widening in the shock at what she had just witnessed.

"A Cybertronian? Here?..." She asked herself, watching as the red and white fighter jet disappeared from sight.