Here's chapter 2. I usually don't update very often just to forwarn all of you new readers... ya know, if there ARE any new readers haha. Ahem, anyway, on to the story!

Dragonfly (c) me

Rhythmbeat (c) Orianprime92 (my SIO)

All other characters in this chapter belong to the mkers of the Transformer's series (Hasbro?)

Tears overflowing her optics, the distraught young Autobot zoomed back the way she came, plowing straight into Ratchet. Dragonfly stumbled and fell, face-planted into the door that Ratchet had just gone through, and curled up into a miserable ball on the floor.

"Dragonfly are you alright? You didn't hit your helm or crack an optic did you?" The medic asked, concernedly sitting her up and running a hand over her face-plates.

"My helm is fine…" The femme sniffed, rubbing furiously at her optics trying to stop the tears.

"Then what's the matter little one?" The yellow and red mech asked softly, rubbing the back of her neck. Optimus came running around the corner just in time to hear his sister sobbing to Ratchet and see Ironhide walk to stand beside the medic.

"Unca Ratchet… My spark hurts…" Dragonfly sobbed, a fresh wave of tears flowing freely as she slumped against his legs. Ratchet scooped up his miserable god daughter and cradled her close, carrying her into the empty med-bay. He paused just long enough to give a quick explanation to his bond-mate and glance at Optimus. Ironhide stepped out of the doorway as it closed and rounded on the younger mech.

"You. Me. Rhythmbeat. Bumblebee. My room. Now." He spat, his armor practically shaking in anger. Optimus sighed and nodded then went to find his bond-mate. Ratchet gently laid his charge on one of the berths, propping her up with several pillows, and handed her a box of tissues. Walking back over to the door he locked it, and then settled beside Dragonfly, wrapping an arm around her. She snuggled against him and clung to him, sobbing into his chest-plate. He held her close and rubbed her shaking shoulders as her sobbing subsided to the occasional hiccup and her breathing became less ragged.

"I'm so stupid…" Dragonfly sniffed, sitting up and putting her face in her hands.

"Now why do you say that?" Ratchet asked gently.

"To think that I could compete with my brother for Bumblebees love... I had my suspicions that they liked each other and were good friends but I had hoped that I could change Bee's mind. Bee used to like me… Before Optimus came into the picture that is. Now that I think about it how could I possibly compete with a Prime? He's stronger, a better leader, a better fighter, heck he's an all around better Autobot than me… I had no chance…" The blue femme sighed, her shoulder's sagging.

"If you saw it coming didn't you steel yourself to be prepared for it?" The mech asked.

"I never thought they'd actually hook up! I thought my brother would never do that to me… never in a million vorns…" She answered miserably.

"Are you angry with Optimus?" Ratchet inquired. His god daughter was silent for a moment.

"No. I'm not. He didn't know that I liked Bee and it's not like I can claim him anyway. He's not something that I can just take and keep for myself. Optimus deserves to be happy just as much as the next Autobot." Dragonfly replied, looking up at the mech with sad optics.

"What about Bee? Are you angry at him?" Ratchet questioned tentatively.

"No… I'm not mad at him either. I was mad at both of them at first. It was kind of a shock walking in on that sort of thing. And who am I to stand in the way of their happiness? If they're happy together then I'm happy too." She said smiling broadly, but her smile didn't reach her optics. She got up and wiped her optics one last time before heading to the door.

"Thanks Unca Ratchet I feel better now. I'll go find Bee and Op' and apologize for freaking out on them. I'll see you later!" Dragonfly gave another strained smile and started to wheel back through the hallways. Ratchet sighed and rubbed his optics.

Okay so a lot more angsty in this chapter but then again, that's what I write best! Please review and/or critique (be nice please!)