Hey guys. I know my updating time has been slow, and I hate it. I'll try to update faster.

So, I have made up my mind, and, eventually, a story containing short stories from Wavelength's Decepticon service on Cybertron will pop up on my profile. It will give more detail to her 'miserable' life after Megatron forced her to be one of his medics.

And if you've always wanted to know what Wavelength really looks like, go to my dA (Notestryder) and look up the deviation "Wavelength". I finally drew her!

15 – Almost There – 15

My sparkbeat thumped in my audios and my breathing seemed to slow after I heard that. It felt like it took forever to just turn my head and look over at the gesalt before they merged into the colossal form of Bruticus. Dully, I could feel the pain burning in various areas of my body, but I ignored it as I focused on one of the Decepticons' most deadly weapons.

My systems screamed at me as I forced myself to stand up again. Tears leaked down from the corners of my optics as I straightened, because I was unable to nullify the pain further. I looked up at Bruticus and noticed how small I was compared to him. I felt hope drain from me like water down the drain, but then I paused for a moment. My processor raced. Was becoming an Autobot so important? Why was I sacrificing everything in order to prove myself to the hidden optics of my future allies?

Was being a fighter worth it?

But then I remembered Bumblebee. Why did Bumblebee always come to mind when I felt like giving up? Because that is why you are fighting so hard to become an Autobot, I instantly told myself. If it wasn't for Bumblebee, I was would have quit after I had been banished from the Decepticons. I would have quit earlier if it wasn't for Knock Out.

I steadied my stance as Bruticus came lumbering towards me. Tears continued to flow from my optics, but I clenched my teeth together and prepared to take down the beast. I had to either help take this combiner down or die trying.

The thrusters in my heels sputtered a little before igniting, allowing me to hover above the ground as Scrap came to stand beside me. At that moment, Bruticus raised a massive pede and brought it down. We scrambled out of the way in order to not get crushed. I latched onto that pede once it came to a rest and rode it as Bruticus went after Scrap.

I scaled the pede as quickly as I dared, as quickly as my frame allowed me to.

I made it to the combiner's knee-joint before he noticed what I was doing. With a roar of rage, he slapped down at me with one of his mighty servos, but I managed to jump to the side before I could get caught under the mass of metal. Energon leaked from several points across my frame as Energon lines were pinched and broken open. I ignored the warnings as I jumped up and used my thrusters to launch me up towards Bruticus' chest.

My cooling system shrieked as the fans inside it threatened to break apart, and my spark thundered in my chest, twisting and somersaulting around painfully. At that moment, as I latched onto the front of the beast, I realized that it was just my will to survive that kept me from just dropping.

With a grunt leaving my voicebox, I began to pull myself up towards Bruticus' helm. My arms grew shaky and several times I would lose footing and find myself dangling from one servo. But I kept going, telling myself over and over that I had to get to Bruticus' shoulder. I had a reason why I was climbing up the giant.

The head and neck area of Bruticus was constructed exactly like a normal Cybertronian's. If I could cut the coolant line running to the base of his helm, and maybe one the two Energon lines running down the sides of his neck, I might be able to bring him down, or maybe just break him into his separate gesalt members.

Bruticus continued to roar and swat at me, but I continued to scramble up until I reached his shoulder. My circuits were numb by that time, and all I could feel was pain. The edges of my vision were going dark, but I forced myself to my pedes and pressed myself into the side of Bruticus' helm as he swiped at me again. I felt the displaced air from the rapidly moving hand buffet my wings slightly. It managed to drill into me that I was in a life-or-death situation.

My arms and legs shook as I slid out my wristblades and crouched down next to the coolant and Energon lines, struggling hard to keep my balance as the giant I stood upon flailed about, trying his best to get me off.

I raised my arms and I found my center of balance, before I brought the blades down on the lines. So much Energon and coolant must have been pumping through those lines, because as soon as I cut them open, I was sprayed by both liquids, leaving me coughing and sputtering as Bruticus roared in pain.

"Stupid…Decepticon…TRAITOR!" Bruticus thundered. He grabbed me and then threw me hard, and I was sent flying away from the scene.

I was glad I was a flyer, but after all the abuse I had taken, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to transform.

I shouldn't have worried. But I had a right to worry, right?

A gasp of shock left my mouth as a pair of metallic talons gripped my shoulders and abruptly stopped my flight. The sudden stop of momentum caused my pedes to whiplash back and strike at the one who just saved me from falling to my doom for the second time.

I looked up and saw that my saviour was a giant…robotic…pterosaur?

Gaping, I blinked as the winged Dinobot flew back towards the battle, a little at awe that I had just been saved by one of Shockwave's successful experiments.

"Don't worry, femme, I got ya!" he said.

"Are you friends with Scrap?" I asked, my voice weak.

He didn't hear me. I didn't have the energy to ask again, and as my sight began to dim, I looked down and watched as the rest of the Dinobots rushed the now disassembled Combaticons. Grimlock had just taken out his large broadsword and slashed it at Onslaught when my optics drooped shut and I gently descended into the realm of stasis.

When I came to again, I felt someone fiddling with my inner workings. Fear jolted through me, and a scream tore out of my throat as I came online again. I jerked violently once when I tried to sit up, but I was quickly pinned in my laying position by a large servo. I looked up at the owner of the servo, and bit my lip when I saw who it belonged to.

The one working on me and holding me down was a large mech who looked like he had the head of a triceratops sitting on his shoulderblades. I stared at him with wide optics before I realized that I wasn't staring through a visor. I panicked.

Where was my visor?! I needed it! I couldn't let them see—wait. I blinked and forced myself to calm down. I looked the mech up and down and saw the Autobot symbol on his chest. I was alright, I was safe. Showing them that I had blue optics was alright.

I relaxed, allowing the mech to continue to fiddle with things in my chest. A few seconds after that, he removed the servo from me and began to use it while he worked. "Are you a medic?" I asked.

He shook his head and continued to work. Puzzled, I ran a systems check, and saw that my injuries had been repaired. But if this, obvious, Dinobot hadn't repaired me, who did? And why was he rooting around in my chest? I tensed up and stared wide-eyed up at him.

"W-what are you doing in—" I cut myself off and looked down at my open chestplates. I felt me cheekplates warm. If it wasn't for my sparkchamber, my spark would be exposed. But even though it wasn't, everything else was. The human part of me screamed it was just like me walking around without a shirt on, and with only my under-armor on. On Cybertron, it was okay to have your chestplates open as long as your spark was covered, but my human half still didn't like it. My moral codes had been set very high.

"Be calm, Wavelength," a new voice said evenly from off to my left. My head rolled to the left and I gazed at a tall blue mech as he walked into the room. I quickly looked him up and down, taking in his mostly blue armor that sported occasional red areas. On each shoulder rested large shoulder-pad-like structures, and I had to bite the inside of my cheekplate in order to keep myself from giggling out of respect, while also maintaining a straight face.

Searching through my memories, I quickly remembered who this mech was.

Ultra Magnus, one of Optimus Prime's lieutenants. Leader of the Wreckers. Stern as steel and a great fighter. Formidable on the field. I always steered clear of him when I had been in battle. He was at least two to three times my size and even stronger than that. My spark clenched in nervousness. Did he know who I was, or did Scrap tell him my name?

I nervously ran my glossa over my metal lips, a habit I hadn't been able to break since Megatron ordered that Vehicon to shoot me. My lips weren't dry, and my mouth didn't feel like a desert—because they couldn't. I just did it when I felt uncomfortable.

"Do you remember what happened?" Magnus asked as he came to stand beside the berth I lay upon.

I gazed up at him and let out a soft sigh. "Yes," I answered simply. "I was fighting the Combaticons with Scrap, and…"

"You were losing," he said gravely. "If it wasn't for the fortunate arrival of the rest of the Dinobots, both you and Scrap would be offline."

I nodded. "Right. Thanks." I shifted slightly and glared up at the Dinobot who continued to root around in my chest. "What are you doing?" I asked the Dinobot evenly. I wanted him to finish up what he was doing.

"Slug is installing a tracking device in your chest cavity," Magnus answered for the mech. "We know who you are, Wavelength. We know what you have done. And it will be a long time before we can trust what we believe the colour of your visor and the lack of Decepticon symbol is telling us."

I nodded again and turned my gaze away from him. Slug finished what he was doing and signaled that I was allowed to close my chestplates up. I did so, grateful that I could cover my innards again.

Sitting up, I swung my pedes off of the side of the berth. I hung my head, and tried to piece together a few words that may allow me to get on Ultra Magnus' good side. It was going to take a lot, and definitely a few actions that would speak loudly about my intensions. How did one make someone realize that they had left their past behind? I wondered.

Slowly, I looked up at the powerful mech that towered over me. "That's good…" I said with a small smile. I made sure he could see my optics. "Megatron kicked me out of the Decepticon ranks and now all I want to find is redemption." I didn't move to get off of the berth. "Do you want to know why I came seeking the Autobots? Because it's obvious Scrap told you I was."

Magnus stared at me expectantly, so I took it as my cue to continue. Biting my lip, I went on. "In the beginning, I was a simple medic. I trained under the medic known as First Aid alongside a mech named Knock Out. When the war broke out…" I continued on steadily. I didn't let up until I had gotten my whole story out. And after I was done, I just looked at him. I didn't say anything more.

A slightly thoughtful look appeared on the mech's face, and I waited patiently as he mulled over what I said. The Dinobot, Slug, left the room at a quick pace, his posture telling me that he was glad to get out of here.

"You are a medic. If you are a medic, then why did I often see you out on the battlefield?" he asked.

I hugged myself and looked away. "Mechs were always more appealing to Megatron than femmes. To him, I was expendable. Let the femmes die and the mechs live. Most mechs were stronger than the known Decepticon femmes, except General Strika. Strika was the strongest femme I've heard of. I was lucky to survive the battles because I was fast—fast on land, fast in the air, and fast on my pedes."

There was a pause before Magnus asked me another question. "You haven't been on Cybertron for a few hundred stellar-cycles. Where did you go?"

This was starting to feel like an interrogation. But I complied. I was the prisoner here. "I followed the Ark; at least, I tried to. Once it went through the Space Bridge, the 'Bridge collapsed. I was unable to follow, so I spent those stellar-cycles traversing through space."

"Where did you end up before you came back here?" he took a step towards me.

I looked into his blue optics and bit my bottom lip. "I…" You can tell him, he's an Autobot. He won't hurt the humans, I told myself. Nothing to fear. "I rejoined the war on a planet known as Earth." I added the planet's stellar location to the send of the sentence.

"What a coincidence," the mech said slowly. "About a solar-cycle ago, our scanners picked up a large energy reading that started here on Cybertron and lead off in the direction of that sector of space."

"It's more than a coincidence," I hissed lowly, as I gritted my teeth in anger. "A battle took place in the Sea of Rust. That was where I was thrown from the ranks of the Decepticons. Somehow, the Autobots and the Decepticons found the Omega Lock, an ancient device that can be used to revitalize Cybertron."

"Did it work?" Magnus asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I wasn't there. And if you take a good look outside, it really doesn't look like everything's been fixed yet."

An unhappy hum seemed to leave Magnus' voicebox and he looked sternly at me. I held up my servos defensively, palms towards him. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you any more good news. Megatron locked me in the Nemesis' brig after he found out I was preparing to separate from the Decepticon forces." It wasn't a lie. But the real truth was that Megatron had gone inside my head with the aid of a cortical psychic patch and found out I had been human. Megatron didn't like humans. "I'm just glad that I'm out of there." I allowed myself to shudder for emphasis.

"I am preparing to leave for this planet that you have mentioned," Ultra Magnus suddenly said after a few moments of silence, causing me to jump in surprise when his voice suddenly permeated the air again. "I will be taking you back with me, for I feel it is up to Optimus Prime to decide your fate."

I nodded in understanding. I had to go with the flow if I was going to end up where I wanted to be. I watched as he brought out a pair of stasis cuffs, and I held up my wrists for him. He snapped on the stasis cuffs and I couldn't help the wince as I felt the stasis cuffs inhibit my energy to the point that I could only walk. Once Magnus saw that the cuffs were in effect, he motioned for me to follow him.

I hopped off of the birth and followed the large mech. I let myself relax for the first time in a while, and I let the tension flow from me. I was still nervous, and a bit scared. A part of me wondered if I was going to run into the rest of the Dinobots on the way to…wherever Magnus was leading me. The flying Dinobot didn't seem to be all that aggressive towards me, but there was a possibility that he hadn't recognised me. What about the others? Slug didn't look angry at me, but he was firm with keeping me in place when I was on the berth.

With those thoughts running around in my processor, I consciously made myself walk closer to Magnus' back. He'd probably notice me gone if I was taken if I walked closer.

I glanced down at the cuffs. I didn't know how long I had to wear these, but as long as I wore them t, but as long as I wore them they served as a constant reminder towards what I was working for. I was working to become an Autobot. I was working towards being able to be with Bumblebee again. I wasn't going to quit.

UniversalIndicator: Thank you. I'm sorry my updates have been taking so long. I'm battling writer's block and short amounts of free time that I end up using while helping my mom. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, though. I'm working my hardest to make it interesting.

AriaCybertronian: *laughs* Glad you're enjoying it so much!

Taboo22: Thanks!

KeepingThemAtBay: I guess that happens when it takes me so long to actually write anything. I find that the battle scene at the beginning of this chapter was short as well, but…a femme can only last so long when she's being battered around. Once Wavelength gets off of Cybertron, things will get really fun.

DragonScouter: Thank you very much!

optoclaw: Well…I updated…heh.

Guest: I have updated! More fluffy moments between Wavelength and Bumblebee to come!