A/N: Hey Hey Hey! I'm back with another installment of Sound from the Spark. Its going to get intense! If you guys haven't checked out my profile already, you should cause there's an update on it. I'm not going to use this to rant about it.

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"blah" regular speech

blah is thought speech

:blah: is comm speech

'blah' is bond speech

Units of time used

astrosecond:.498 sec/breem:8.3 min/cycle:2 hours/joor:6 hours/klik:1.2 min/orn:3 weeks/ vorn:83 years/solar cycle:1 day/stellar cycle:7.5 months

Disclaimer: Transformers is the product of the minds from Hasbro/Takara and the OC and plot are from Skellingtongirl.

Soundwave adjusted his audio sensors to higher setting. He could feel the raw, spark-aching emotions winnow through the music. It told a story of great loss and a slow, agonizing recovery, yet the scars were still there. This girl definitely was worth keeping around. Now if only he could convince Megatron to agree... he wondered how the rest of the Decepticons would take to her presence.

Some would ignore her, others might try to step on her, and others might remain neutral. He would have to safeguard away from most of them, yet she would be more than just some pet. Right now as a human youngling, she was very vulnerable. If the 'Cons, especially the coward fool Starscream got their greedy hands her, she could be injured or killed easily. To prevent that Soundwave would have to have her become a cassetticon to protect her.

Like his Autobot counterpart, Soundwave was keen to sound and respected anything that could produce something so beautiful to the audios. Most of his symbiotes, besides perhaps minus Rumble and Frenzy, wouldn't mind the new addition to their quarters. There, he could listen to her play fully without any interruptions or having to worry.

In her head, she began to sing with the music, each note matched perfectly with the violin. She must have played this song a thousand tines over, yet anybody, without telepathy would not be able to hear the pretty, little voice in the Amarantos' mind. He filtered the part to Ravage, who immediately gasped as she heard it fully with the 'vocal' accompaniment. They both silently agreed that the human was a valuable asset - even if it meant that he would have to hide the real reason why he would keep her from Lord Megatron. He would tell the Decepitcon warlord that her music could be mass produced to bring the humans and Autobots to their knees. He could kill two birds with one stone with this girl. And Lord Megatron would definitely find her useful for his plans to conquer the planet. He did not have to necessarily say he wanted to keep her as more than a pet, if in time, maybe he wanted to try to transfer her to a Cybertronian body. Her talent should not be squandered in an inferior, fleshy body.

Soundwave was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed the girl sway slightly and falter when she reached the end. She let out a small yawn.

"Query: When have you rested last?"

"Maybe last night." She signed. Her stomach growled as she wrapped her arms around her waist. Soundwave did some scans on her. Amarantos faced deactivation at any time, her body clearly showed malnourishment and fatigue. In order to keep her alive, he would have to find some human food. Through the symbiobtic bond, Soundwave commanded Ravage to locate the nearest restaurant.

'There is a pizza place just south of the park.'

'Send me the location and I will meet you there. 'Soundwave said to Ravage. He returned his attention to Amarantos and remarked,"Amarantos: climb onto my hand. You're coming with me."

"What about Ravage?"

"Time of the essence: we must leave." Soundwave ordered the girl. He held out his palm to the ground, patiently waiting for her to climb on. She hesitated for a moment. Still the lingering fear that he might kill her, understandable at best. Slightly impatient, he stated, "No harm will be done. Come."

"As long as I have your word that you won't hurt me."

"Admission: if I had not found your useful talent, you were to be deactivated."

"So your not going to kill me?"

"Affirmative. You will be an asset: Not hindrance."

"I trust you then." She signed. Still hesitant, but climbed into his palm.

Ravage bound over a fallen trashcan than scampered down the corner of an intersection. Five, homeless people had tried attacking her for no reason; she figured they were possibly insane. Maybe? Psychology was not her forte, so she could not tell. All she knew was that even on Earth, humans without a job or credits ended up on the streets. The stark similarities contrasted between Earth and what Cybertron had been were close - minus all the organics that littered the world. It almost felt painful sometimes to wander around this planet and see it. However, when she did, it rejuvenated her belief in the Decepticon cause and made her desire to continue fighting for it. Take that human girl for example: on the streets, alone, nothing to support herself with except for that violin.

If she joined the Decepticons, she had a chance to change the outcome of her fate. As long as she pulled her own weight that is, and did not become a weakling like the Autobots.

Then, Ravage spotted a lit-up sign saying, "Toni's Pizzeria." Excellent!

The restaurant had large open windows, the lights inside had been shut off. Nobody around inside to report anything, and her black frame would get her past any cameras inside. She just had to worry about humans outside the restaurant. She scanned the surrounding area for movement, or for any sign of organic life. All she needed was for the humans to spot her and call the Autobots. That would not bode well for her at the moment.

She moved back a few inches, crouched, and then sprung forward like a coil on a spring. Her body went through the glass, instantly breaking it on impact. She landed on the tile floor. A bell started ringing from somewhere close to the broken windows. In a hurry, she immediately dashed for the darkest region of the pizzeria. With night vision setting on, her optics gazed around the room for any cameras. She only spotted one in the farthest corner on the opposite side left her position. She lunged for it from her position, swiping at it with her paws. The camera sphere went flying onto the floor. Satisfied, she stalked round the tables until she came to a door with metal bolted to the nethermost part of it. A sign was attached to it saying "Employees Only, Empleados Solo."She ignored it.

Ravage burst through the door and wall. Now where would the humans store pizza?

Ravage searched around the professionally designed kitchen until she found an oven that said,"Ready-made pizzas". She torn off the handle to the door and swiped one of the pizzas inside. She subspaced the pizza and scurried back over to the back door in the kitchen. She broke through the door and scampered away. She could hear the approaching sirens of police cars.

She pinged Soundwave, :I have the pizza.:

:Excellent Ravage. Locate Lazerbeak and return to Nemesis.:

:Roger.:

Soundwave held the girl close to his frame. After her intiate trepidation of flight, she had settled down and even went into recharge. It was for the best that she slept now, when they arrived at Nemesis she would need all the energy for the stress she was about to go under. Lord Megatron would be already in a foul mood for the lack of good information on this scouting mission. He would not want to see him undergo a temper tantrum if she collapsed from exhaustion.

He noticed the girl shifting and shaking in his grasp. Using his telepathy, he delved into her mind for a second time that night. What he saw astonished him.

She drifted off in the backseat, while her parents chatted about adult stuff. Her mother laughed, waving her hand back and forth to dismiss something her father said. She only caught a word here and there, she was just too tired to really pay attention.

Her father suddenly spun the wheel like a maniac, prodding her fully awake from her dream. Her mother shrieked at the car swerving to the side. Their drove into a ditch on the side of the road.

A large humanoid object landed on the hood of their car. They could hear slurred cursing and a visor glinted red from the figure. It snarled, "Shtupid squishes!" then something truly bizarre happened. Its arm shifted, they could hear the grinding of gears and metal as they formed into pile drivers. Fearful for her daughter's life, her mother screamed at her flee the car and not look back. Amarantos listened to what she said and quickly fled the car. She ran up the hill and looked over her shoulder. She saw what could only be monster smash the pile drivers into the hood of the car, and worked its way upwards.

She placed her hands over ears and turned away. She ran to the opposite side of road and curled into a little ball.

TBC...