Ok, here's chapter two. I am so glad people are liking my story. Your reviews are like candy to me. :D

In this chapter, my OC gets her new name, and I'm going to introduce one of her powers. I think it's both awesome and kind of funny, but some might find it weird. Maybe even disturbing. Let me know what you think please, I really want to know. There will also be some bonding between my OC and Ratchet

Now here are some responses to reviews I got for Chapter 1.

San child of the wolves: Glad you liked the chapter. In the beginning, I couldn't figure out if my OC should bond with Optimus or Ratchet. But, as you can tell from the summary, I have more... intimate plans for Optimus. The colors are how I would see myself if I were cybertronian. In fact, my OC is completely based on me. Hence the title. Enjoy the new chapter.

AlphaTrion3145: I'd like to think this chapter is has some funny moments, but I think there's more sweetness than humor.

11guest11: I'm flattered you think I'm awesome. I'll try not to disappoint. My OC does eventually get botnapped by the 'Cons, but that won't be until much later. After all, a Transformers story isn't complete until the Decepticons kidnap someone now, is it? Stay tuned.

Fallen Angel 1234: Here's a new update for you and all my other beloved readers. Enjoy!

Also, it occurs to me that I have not been disclaiming that I own Transformers. Well, I don't. Honestly, I don't see the point. This is a fanfiction site; obviously, no one is going to own squat on here, except for OCs and stuff.

Legend:

"Normal Speech"

Thoughts

"Bumblebee Speech/Cybertronian"

:::Bond Speech:::

IMPORTANT: EDITED SEVERELY. IF YOU'RE REREADING THE STORY, DO NOT SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

Chapter 2

According to my internal clock, which I had just discovered was conveniently already set to Earth time, I woke up about an hour later. My spark felt different, like there was another presence. It must have been the bond Ratchet and I now shared. It made me feel safe and loved.

I tried to stretch a little, and realized someone was holding me. Based on how warm and safe my spark felt, I assumed it to be Ratchet. Had he even put me down? I opened my optics to see him staring down at me. His optics were soft and filled with love, like that of any parent watching their baby sleep. It was kind of weird, since I'd never seen Ratchet like that on the show. Although, I had read fanfictions that suggested he was capable of having a softer side.

"I see you are awake, little one." he cooed to me. I nodded and cooed at him.

He chuckled a little. "You are quite special, do you know this?" he asked. I knew he was referring to the fact that I was the Allspark and used to be human, so I nodded.

"Yes, I suppose you would, wouldn't you? I never imagined the Allspark to be the creator of all life on this organic planet. Nor did I think it possible that the Allspark could inhabit a human form. It does not seem possible." he rambled.

:::Anything is possible, Daddy. Just because it isn't possible here, does not mean it isn't possible somewhere else::: I told him through our new bond.

He looked surprised. I could feel his surprise and slight confusion. I bet sparklings normally couldn't speak this coherently, even through a bond. Of course, like he said, I was not a normal sparkling.

I felt him realize this, and he smiled at me again. I don't think anyone, save for maybe Optimus, has ever seen the medic smile this much. That was good. I was going to make sure my new dad smiled far more often from now on.

Ratchet chuckled at me. "Is that so, little one?"

I nodded, smiling up at him. He chuckled again. But he sobered quickly.

"Young one, do you remember who you once were?"

I titled my helm and squinted my eyes. :::To an extent. I don't really remember very much, but I think that will change with time::: I told him.

Ratchet hummed in consideration. "From what I was able to discern from our bonding, you haven't known who you once were in quite some time. But, you are with us once again in your more or less primordial form, though you are only a sparkling, only a few orns old. I suppose it would follow that you will regain your memories as you get older, as it would make it easier for you to cope."

I nodded :::I'm sure that's what Primus intended:::

Ratchet had a far away look in his optics for a few more moments before smiling down at me. "Would you like to be introduced to the rest of the team?" he asked.

I nodded vigorously, my smile turning into a grin. Ratchet chuckled once more, and we made our way out of the med-bay and into the main hanger.

Everyone was there, even the kids. Jack and Raf were playing a video game, their respective guardians watching from behind. Miko was talking to Bulkhead while seated on the large mech's shoulder. And Optimus was at a monitor, doing who knows what.

Miko was the first to notice us. "She's awake!" she shouted, alerting everyone else. Within minutes we were surrounded. Apparently, they'd had been waiting for us. Bumblebee had picked up Raf and Jack and placed them on either shoulder plate.

Once again, Miko was the first to speak. "Hi, tiny. I'm Miko." She introduced herself, jabbing a thumb at herself. "This is Bulkhead." she jabbed the thumb at her guardian, who waved at me a little. I waved back, and he smiled.

Jack went next. "Hey, I'm Jack, and this is Arcee." he said, gesturing to himself and the blue femme.

"Hi." Arcee said, also waving at me. I waved at both of them, and they smiled, too.

Next was Raf. "My name is Rafael, but everyone calls me Raf. This is Bumblebee." he introduced. Bumblebee waved at me excitedly. "Hey, little sweetspark." he greeted. I giggled and waved at him, too.

"Hey, I made her laugh!" Bumblebee exclaimed, pointing at me ecstatically. Everyone barring Optimus and Ratchet chuckled.

Last, but certainly not least, Optimus introduced himself. "Hello, little one. I am Optimus Prime, and I welcome you to our family." I chirped and cooed as I grinned at him. He smiled, just like the others had. It was more special coming from him, though, the bot who smiled even less often than Ratchet. He did smile sometimes, but not as often as he should.

I'll make sure he smiles more often, too.

"So Ratchet," Miko addressed the medic. "You're her Dad, now?" she asked.

The medic nodded in confirmation. "Yes, Miko. We now have a paternal bond. I am her mech creator and she is my sparkling. In human terms, I am her father and she is my daughter."

"Does she have a name?" Raf asked, adjusting his glasses a little. I nodded toward the boy.

Ratchet looked down at me with a bewildered expression. "You do?"

I nodded at him. When I was still human, I had often thought about what it would be like to be cybertronian. I'd gone through several names, but the one I eventually settled on was...

:::Soulsong. My name is Soulsong:::

"Soulsong." Ratchet repeated quietly, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Soulsong. I like it." Arcee said.

"Yeah, so do I." Jack agreed.

"It's pretty." Miko said.

"A pretty femme deserves a pretty name." Bumblebee beeped, the flatterer. I giggled at him. "Yes! I made her laugh again." he beeped triumphantly. Raf repeated what he said for the other two humans.

"So, she's the incarnation of the Allspark?" Arcee asked.

"Didn't you guys say the Allspark is like heaven for you guys." Miko asked.

"It is. Isn't it?" Arcee asked. Everyone looked to me. My gaze roamed over all of them before settling on Ratchet.

:::That is basically true. When Cybertronians die, their sparks are sent back to the Well of Sparks where I nurture them. In the Well, I am similar to a nebula, and the sparks are like baby stars. Death is a traumatic experience the same way birth is. I nurture them until they can handle existing away from me. Eventually, they can choose to either rest or be reborn. Many even choose both; they rest for a while and then are reborn. You would call it reincarnation::: I told him through our bond. He relayed my message to the rest of them.

Only Arcee was astounded by this information. The others, however, had heard it before.

"I remember that." Bulkhead murmured, turning to Optimus. "Your mate told us all about that."

I smiled knowingly. It was coming together in their minds.

Bumblebee was the first to voice it. "You're Spark Aria."

The name struck a cord and rang several bells. My optics glowed brightly as memories flashed in front of them. I couldn't make out very much of anything I saw, it all went by so quickly and there was just so much, but Optimus was featured in the majority.

The memories slowed down, and I could see I was in some kind of box, travelling through outer space. I remember absolutely hating that box. Suddenly, a meteor collided with the box, sending me in a new direction. The memory stream sped up again until the image of a green and blue planet - Earth - appeared in my path. It looked a bit different than it does today. The continents were much closer to each other, but weren't attached.

The box crash landed on what I believe would be Africa. The memories sped up once again before the box was suddenly opened and I burst our like smoke from a volcano. There were Autobots below me, surrounding the accursed box but I didn't pay them much attention. My spark, I suppose, traveled around this new world for a few weeks, taking everything in. This planet was organic. I wondered if I could create beings like my cybertronians, but in organic shells. Primus knew my spark was full of fallen and unborn cybertronians just waiting to be reborn.

"Who's Spark Aria?" Arcee asked, abruptly pulling me back to reality.

Ratchet answered. "She was the incarnation of the Allspark eons ago. She is considered to be the daughter of Primus, the creator of the cybertronian race. For the majority of her youth during her last known cybertronian incarnation, she was raised by Alpha Trion in the Iacon Hall of Records alongside Orion Pax."

"Who's Orion Pax?" Miko interrupted.

Ratchet glanced at Optimus before answering. Optimus nodded, and Ratchet continued.

"Orion Pax was a data clerk in the Hall of Records, trained as well as raised by Alpha Trion. He and Spark Aria were inseparable from the moment they met as younglings who had just received their first upgrades, to the moment they parted during the war for Cybertron."

"Time out." Miko interrupted again. "You said Spark Aria was Optimus's girlfriend or wife or whatever?"

"Did Orion Pax die in battle?" Jack asked.

Ratchet shook his head. "No, he stands before you now as Optimus Prime."

The kids all gaped at Optimus.

Miko broke the silence. "I'm so confused."

"You would not be if you would cease interrupting me." Ratchet snapped before he continued to explain.

"Optimus was not always a Prime. On Cybertron, one is not born into greatness. Rather, he must earn it, and Orion Pax did just that. But, that, I believe, is a story for another time."

"As I said, Spark Aria and Orion Pax were raised together and bonded as sparkmates not long after coming of age. During a tipping point in the war, when the Decepticons appeared unstoppable, Optimus and Alpha Trion agreed it was unsafe for Spark Aria to remain on Cybertron. They sent her off world, to a far off star system where Megatron would never think to look."

Ratchet paused to look down at me. "Or so we thought. From what I was able to discern from the spark bonding, a meteor hit the vessel she was contained in, sending her off course until she eventually landed on here millions of years ago."

"But, didn't she just arrive in that space pod today?" Raf furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Just as she often lived as a cybertronian on Cybertron, she has lived many human lives, among other creatures, here on Earth. I believe the space pod was simply her way of ensuring we would find her current reincarnation." Ratchet surmised.

I nodded and cooed in confirmation. That was actually Primus's doing, but they didn't realize he was able to exist, in a manner of speaking, here on Earth through me.

It was almost silent for several moments as everyone absorbed all of this information. Optimus was the one to break it, and he did so with a smile directed at me. "It is an honor that Primus would entrust us to raise his creation. To raise our life giver. And, I thank him for returning my sparkmate to me. But, I must ask, do you know if there is a greater purpose for your existence with us?" he asked me.

I stared at him for a minute. Then looked back to my Dad. :::Their is a reason I am here in this realm with all of you. A reason I am not to tell you. A reason you all must figure out for yourselves. A reason that you will recognize when the time comes, but that time will not come for a while. Simply know that I am here to help::: I told him, and he in turn recited my message for the others.

"Help with what, exactly?" Arcee inquired. I gave her a look I hoped said 'Did you not hear what I just said?' She held her servos up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Never mind." I smiled at her. The others chuckled at the exchange.

I could tell I was going to get along with everyone just fine.

A few hours later found me sitting on the couch on the recreational platform with the boys. Miko had gone dune bashing with Bulkhead. Ratchet was reading something on the monitor with Optimus. Arcee and Bumblebee were standing behind us, cheering on their respective partners as they played a video game. As a sparkling, I was only a few inches smaller than Raf, so I could easily sit on the couch and watch them play their game.

This universe was clearly not the exact one from the show. The game the kids played on the show was some racing game that didn't exist in my universe, and they played with controllers to a game system that also didn't exist. At the moment, Jack and Raf were playing Mario Cart for Wii. I'd also noticed that Bumblebee looked slightly different, like a mix of the Prime version of himself and the Bay version. I wondered if he turned into a Camaro in this universe, instead of an Urbana 500. I'd probably find out when the kids had to go home for the night.

While the game had held my interest for a little while, I soon grew bored with it. One of the downsides to being a baby was that I didn't have the dexterity to use a game controller. So, I crawled off the couch, and began crawling on my servos and knees around the platform. Nobody noticed my movement, and for that, I was glad. I decided to let my inner child take control, since babies always managed to find something interesting to do. I would know.

After a few minutes of crawling, my optics caught sight of a metal grate. My inner child wondered if there was anything interesting in there, so I crawled over to it. Using a tiny talon, I unscrewed the bolts. The grate fell off with a loud, metallic clatter, and I was consumed in a cloud of dust, dirt, and I don't even want to know what else. The loud noise had startled me quite a bit, and it made me gasp. Big mistake. I ended up inhaling the filth, and it swirled around in my vents. I immediately started coughing and hacking.

Note to self; never open an air vent. Do they never clean these things?!

"Soulsong!" A bunch of voices shouted in alarm. The noise must have alerted the others. Next thing I know, I'm being picked by... someone. The filth had gotten into my optics. When I tried opening them, they stung a little. I started rubbing them with my servos, still coughing and hacking.

The arms felt large, so it was definitely a mech. They didn't feel like Ratchet's, so I guessed it was Bumblebee. When I finally managed to clear most of the filth, and my optics adjusted, my guess was confirmed. Bumblebee looked down at me, his optics filled with concern as he took in my filth covered frame.

"Are you ok, sweetspark?" he asked me. I answered with a cough.

Pretty soon, I was surrounded by every bot currently on base. I looked over to Ratchet, wanting him to take me into his arms and give me a bath, because I deeply loathed being so filthy. Even as a human, I'd tried to shower daily. My inner child was completely freaking out. It was a good thing she hadn't completely overpowered my inner teenage girl, otherwise I probably would have started bawling. I loathe crying almost as much as being dirty, especially in front of others.

"What happened?" Ratchet asked, sounding both concerned and irritated. Whether his irritation was with me or those who were supposed to be watching me, I didn't know.

"I don't know. Me, 'Cee, and Song were watching Jack and Raf play their game, when we heard a metal clattering sound. I guess Soulsong here got bored and went to check out that vent over there." Bee explained, pointing to said vent when he finished.

Ratchet sighed irritably. "Well, I better give her a bath, then. Wash all this filth from her."

Before Bee could hand me over to Ratchet, I felt my olfactory sensors start to tingle. It was not a very pleasant sensation, so I started rubbing the part of my face where a nose would have been if I were still human. The tingle only intensified, and I found myself sucking in air through my mouth before it was it was violently forced out.

Huh. Apparently, cybertronians can sneeze, too.

Not even half a second later, I felt the rest of my frame tingle. This sensation was similar to traveling through the ground bridge.

The tingling only lasted a second and a half, and when it stopped, the Bumblebee's arms were gone and I was in the air. I shrieked when I felt myself falling. But, not even a second later, someone caught me. I opened my optics to see Ratchet.

"What... just happened?!" Jack exclaimed in shock. The boys had paused their game and come over to the railing to watch the exchange.

"Did she just... teleport?" Raf asked, sounding just as shocked.

I sneezed again, and this time I reappeared on the couch. I saw everyone begin the freak out, so I made my location known with some loud chirps and whistles. They all looked in my direction, and Jack came around the couch with Raf following him.

"Miko's going to be so mad that she missed this." The smaller boy stated. Jack nodded his agreement.

Ratchet picked me up and hurried me to the wash racks. He stopped at what looked like a giant bathtub, by human standards.

"Now, we don't have any cleansing oil on this planet, so we'll be using water and soap humans normally use for their vehicles. I've found it works surprisingly well on cybertanium alloy." he informed me as he started filling the tub, pouring the soap into the water which turned it into a bubble bath. "Given that less than a few days ago you were human, it follows that using water rather than oil wouldn't matter much to you, correct?" I nodded in answer to his question.

He smiled. "Good. I've been reviewing everything we currently have in our databases regarding Seekers. They are a clean race who enjoy bathing and preening, even as sparklings. Does this apply to you, as well?" he asked. Once again, I nodded. :::Even as a human, I enjoyed a nice warm shower, and bathes when I was little. I hated feeling dirty, still do. So, please wash this filth off me, would you Daddy?::: I almost pleaded. He chuckled and placed me in the tub.

The water was nice and warm. It felt really good. Ratchet told me he had to get something and that he'd be back in a minute. While he was gone, I started playing with all the bubbles, piling them atop my helm to make a bubble hat. I had absolutely adored bubble bathes when I was a human child.

Ratchet came back with what looked like a dish rag, bigger than a wash cloth but smaller than a towel. He sat down on the ledge of the tub and dipped the cloth into the water. Then he poured some kind of soap on the rag and rung it out just a little. He then proceeded to run the rag all over my frame, cleaning the filth from my armor. When he wasn't doing my arms, I continued playing with the bubbles.

After a few minutes, I grew bored with the bubbles. Ratchet was finished using the rag on me, and he said he had to leave to get something he could use to rinse the suds from me. While he was gone, I decided to go for a little swim. I dove under the water and kicked my legs, swimming all around under the water. It wasn't deep at all, but it was just enough that there was a couple of inches between myself, the bottom of the tub and the surface of the water.

I had been doing this for about three minutes, not surfacing once for air since I didn't seem to need any. I loved not needing to breathe, I could stay underwater as long as I wanted. I remember for a few years I had loved pretending I was a mermaid. I mentally sighed. Mermaids are awesome...

Suddenly, something grabbed me and pulled me out of the water. It was Ratchet, and he was holding some sort of cybertronian sized cup.

"You never cease to amaze me, little Soulsong. Most sparklings wouldn't even be capable of maneuvering underwater as you were until they were a few vorns old." he mused.

:::Well, when I was human I loved swimming and diving. Loved the feeling of being totally submerged in the water. I was pretty decent at it, too, but I never wanted to join a swim team at school or anything. I just wanted to do it for fun, you know? No competition, no pressure:::

He smiled at me, and put me back in the water. He used the suds to wash my helm, then used the cup to rinse me off. I grabbed a handful of bubble with the intention of piling them on my helm again, when my inner child whispered an idea into my processor. I smirked evilly to myself, and blew the bubbles in Ratchet's face. He looked stunned for a minute, and I just laughed at him, my inner child thinking it was the most hysterical thing ever.

Ratchet then grinned at me evilly, and I stopped laughing, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive and suspicious. Before I could react, Ratchet slapped his huge servo into the water, and I was hit by a freakin' tidal wave. I sputtered as I wiped the water out of my optics, then proceeded to splash him with my tiny servos.

It didn't work very well, and then I remembered my wings. I got on my servos and knees and started flapping my wings into the water, effectively soaking Ratchet. This splash fight went on for several minutes, until Ratchet had decided he'd had enough. He then lifted me up from the water. I whined a little, not wanting to leave the water. The cool air hit me like I'd just stepped foot in the Arctic. My sparkling armor is, apparently, very sensitive. It was even worse for my wings. I started shivering at the stinging cold.

Ratchet noticed my shivering as he walked me towards a couple of vents pointed downward. He pulled a lever and the vents started blowing warm air all around us. I immediately started feeling better, and closed my eyes at the sensation. After a few seconds, I could feel myself starting to dry.

So this is how cybertronians dry off. I thought to myself.

Once we were completely dry, I found myself feeling quite drowsy. My wings started to droop, and Ratchet noticed this. He chuckled.

"Tired, little one?" he asked me. I nodded my head without looking up at him.

"Yes... Sparklings are very similar to human infants. They need quite a bit of rest in order to remain healthy." he mused, more to himself than to me.

We left the wash racks and Ratchet walked down the corridors until he stopped at a door. He punched in a code to a keypad next to the door, and it opened. I assumed it was Ratchet's quarters.

There was a berth on the other side of the room, a desk with a bunch a data pads, and a work bench with all kinds of tools and mangled devices on top. They were probably devices that Bulkhead - and maybe some other 'bot, but it was probably Bulkhead most of the time - had broken, and this was where Ratchet would try to fix them.

Next to Ratchet's berth, there was a basket looking thing hanging from a metal cord from the ceiling. Ratchet walked over to it and placed me inside. The basket was big enough for me to be able to stretch out and even crawl around, but at the same time it was really cozy. There was even a soft, snugly blanket in there, along with a fluffy pillow.

"This is your sparkling berth, little one. While I was bathing you, I had Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead construct it for you. In the files we have on Seekers, I read that this was the sort of berth Seeker sparklings would normally recharge in." he informed me. "The blanket and pillow were found in one of the storage units, most likely from the human tenants of this former missile silo. I thought you would be more comfortable with the human comforts."

I nodded my approval at him as I felt my optics begin to dim. I snuggled into the blanket a laid my helm on the soft pillow. I felt Ratchet's adoration and love through the bond, and sent my gratitude and love to him as my optics closed.

"You are welcome, Soulsong. I will return when you wake from your power-down. Pleasant fluxes, my little one." he cooed, stroking my helm with one of his digits. I sighed at his touch, and felt myself drift into power-down.

Well, there's chapter two for you. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Next chapter should be out before the 22nd. It'll start with a visit from Primus as Soulsong recharges, and another power will be introduced. Let me know what you thought of this chapter, please.

Now, I shall retire to bed, since it's almost 2am.

Yup, lots of changes. More on the way.