(OC's POV)

"Stand down Ironhide! That is an order!" Optimus said quite loudly, the weapons specialist hesitating at the sound.

"It is a 'Con! And the scumbag's sparkling no less! Why should I let it live?" he argued back as he lowered his weapons an inch, Optimus' optics glaring at him from behind the facemask.

"It is a young femme! Barely in her adult years! I will not allow you to harm her without giving her a chance!" Optimus growled out, still protectively crouched in front of me.

"Ironhide! Stop being such a glitch! This war will never end if you cannot see past your own hate!" Ratchet yelled as he shoved Ironhide back, the big black mech falling on his aft at the sudden attack. Ironhide narrowed his optics and got up, stomping back to way he came furiously. I merely watched with wide optics, curious how this would end. Ratchet huffed and ran a servo down his faceplates, turning towards me with a curious expression. Optimus followed his lead and turned around, reaching out his hand once again towards me.

"It is ok young one, I will protect you." He said as he tilted his head, his battle mask retracting to show a soft smile. Ratchet came up behind him slowly, causing me to glance at the medic as well.

"Ironhide is just all talk; he would not have shot you even if we were not in the way. He knows you are very young. The glitch would not have been able to carry that burden." The medic muttered with a small smile as he knelt at my side, his shoulder plates brushing against Optimus'. I glanced between the two mechs, my father's cold frame underneath me. Air hissed from my vents as I glanced at my father, my vents hitching as I fought back the pain.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered as I looked at the mechs once again, the two exchanging glances before looking at me.

"You are very young. We want to give you a good life." Ratchet said quietly as he smiled softly at me, tilting his head as Optimus reached a servo out.

"I will protect you young one, with my life." He said as I finally slipped my servo in his, knowing somehow that if my father would have to leave me with anyone it would be the Prime.

"And your Autobots? They will hate me, won't they?" I said quietly as I glanced between the two mechs, Optimus scowling suddenly as he glared in the direction Ironhide went.

"They will learn to welcome you in. They cannot hope to have peace if they cannot let go of the war. As I have said before, you are very young. I doubt that you have had any part in the war, seeing as you were probably born when it ended." He said with a soft smile as he patted my helm, my optics off lining at the familiar gesture.

"And if not, they will have to deal with me." Ratchet grumbled with a scowl, a giggle leaving me at the memories it brought.

"Alright…I have nowhere else to go. I just ask that you respect my father's body. Ever since the war ended, he's struggled to keep his troops in line. They only ever leave the warship to retrieve Energon. And even then my Uncle, Mother, or my Father himself escorted them personally to make sure nothing happened." I whispered as I looked down at the body of my dead father, my mother's presence wrapping around my spark in comfort. Optimus looked surprise but nodded in agreement, Ratchet getting a thoughtful look on his face.

"Who is your Uncle and Mother, if I may ask?" he said as he tilted his helm, a curious look coming to his face plates. My vents stuttered slightly at his question, my own helm tilting as I smiled.

"My Uncle is Soundwave and my mother is his twin sister, Nightwave." I murmured as exhaustion crept into my circuits, my optics struggling to stay online suddenly. Both mechs were surprised at my answer, but noticed how tired I was getting.

"Come. I will hold you until we have you safely in a berth." Optimus said quietly as he picked me up, my helm nuzzling into his chest plates. His spark, which sounded so much like my fathers, finally lulled me to sleep.

(1 Day Later)

We finally arrived at the base that Optimus resided on, his soldiers running off the airplane to finally touch ground. I tilted my head at their behavior, remembering how they did that before we well.

"I still don't understand them. Flying is great." I murmured under my breath as I stepped off the plane, the wings on my back fluttering in the breeze.

"Do not forget, we are Autobots. We are not meant to be in the air." Optimus said as he passed me slowly, transforming into his bipedal mode smoothly.

"I will become an Autobot, yet I am a seeker." I said quietly as I raised a brow ridge, Optimus chuckling as he turned to me.

"You are special." He said before he held his hand out, my smile appearing as I took it easily.

"I believe I also have a slot for a land mode." I said curiously as I halted my steps, looking down in thought as I flipped through my processor. Optimus frowned and stopped as well, glancing at me curiously as he waited.

"Do you now?" he rumbled curiously as he crossed his arms, raising a brow ridge when I looked up at him with a smile.

"Yes I do. Guess I got it from my mom's side, her and uncle have both options as well." I said with a triumphant smile at him, a smile on his lip plates as he chuckled.

"Well then we will have to get you a land mode, won't we?" he said quietly before resting a hand on my back, leading me to where his other soldiers went. We stopped at the doorway to the bot's hanger, everybody turning towards Optimus and me immediately.

"What is that deceptisum doing here?" a familiar voice shouted from in the crowd, Sunstreaker suddenly pushing into my view. Sideswipe followed behind him immediately, his look a little more thoughtful then his twins.

"Sunstreaker, stand down." Optimus rumbled quietly as he looked at said mech, the warning in his tone and optics quite clear. But like I knew he would, Sunstreaker ignored it.

"I want to know why you brought a punkass Decepticon onto base!" Sunstreaker hissed out angrily, furious blue optics turning to me. My spark throbbed with pain at the look he sent me, my memories of those optics behind warm turned to ash. I remembered when he would be gentle with me, cradling me to his chest plates as he looked down at me with so much love. Now, he looked at me with such hate it made me feel like he actually hated me, Abigail. That thought was one I couldn't bear, my optics tightening with sadness as I looked at the ground.

"Sunstreaker! That is enough, frag it!" Ratchet yelled at the angry front liner, his wrench banging off the mech's helm. Said mech yelped and rubbed his head, glaring at the medic furiously. Sideswipe snickered off to the side, glancing at me when I did as well. He stepped up to me slowly, cautious of Prime's gaze on him.

"Hello, my name is Sideswipe." He said as he held out his servo, my optics glancing at Optimus for approval. The Prime nodded with a soft smile, my own appearing as I looked at the silver front liner.

"I am Skystreak." I said as I shook his hand firmly, the mech smiling at the sound of my voice.

"Have I met you before? You sound familiar." He said as he tilted his helm, dropping my servo as a thoughtful look appeared on him. I frowned and shook my head, not wanting to tell them who I was. They would probably still hate me for being a Decepticon I thought to myself as I watched Sideswipe. Sunstreaker stared at me cautiously as well, my voice causing him to think the same thing.

"She is a very young Decepticon, unaware of the ways of war. I expect you all to welcome her in; she was born in a time of peace and knows nothing of our past with her faction." Optimus said with a soft smile as he patted my helm, my optics turning towards Sunstreaker as he glared at me. My spark stuttered in pain once again, my mother's presence swirling with anger at my feelings. When I couldn't handle it anymore I looked away, Sunstreaker's loathing glare still burning into my frame.

"Sunny, come on! She's a youngling, leave her alone." Sideswipe said to his brother when he saw, always the voice of reason between the two of them. I missed always hanging out with them, my optics off lining as I remember Sally.

"She's gone too." I whispered to myself as I frowned, wondering how Sideswipe took the loss. She's probably the reason he is so mature right now, though a smile came to my face as I doubted his let go of his playful ways. Ratchet came up to me with a soft smile, resting a servo on my shoulder plates.

"If you do not mind, I would like to give you a check-up. To make sure you are healthy, you too Optimus." Ratchet said as he glared at the leader, the Prime wincing slightly before nodding.

"Ok, lead the way doctor." I said with a small smile, my spark snapping with pain still at Sunstreaker's hate. We made our way to the med bay quietly, the good doctor fixing us up to perfection within an hour.

"Wait." I whispered as Optimus made to leave, the Prime stopping to look at me.

"Yes?" he rumbled quietly as he came closer, Ratchet doing the same out of curiosity.

"I…I was reborn into this body. I was truly born human." I murmured under my breath as the mechs tilted their heads, Ratchet watching me with surprise as Optimus frowned.

"What do you mean Skystreak?" Ratchet murmured as he studied me closely, Optimus crossing his arms as he tilted his helm. I took a deep breath…and let it all out. By the time I finished Ratchet looked dumbstruck, and Optimus was frowning at my story.

"You are Abigail." Optimus finally said after minutes of silence, Ratchet finally shaking out of his shock. And the tests begin I thought wryly as Ratchet muttered to himself.