Hey guys, did you miss me? Once again, sorry for the long wait. This is probably going to be the usual time span between chapters. Might get better during the summer, might not. Not sure because my mom is making me get a job and once summer's over, it's my junior year. Any of you who have already finished high school and gone on to college will know what I mean. Anyway, here's some stuff you should know about this chapter and all previous and future chapters.

All the Cybertronian scientific or cultural knowledge I write in this is from my own imagination. Some purely my own, some molded from stuff I read in other fanfictions.

Also, things are going to start heading for the M rating towards the end. Not quite yet, but probably next chapter. For all of you easily offended T-rated readers, I plan to mark the smut with page-break lines so you can just skip over it. Don't worry, I don't think every chapter is going to have smut.

Sorry to you robo-smut lovers. For you guys, I recommend reading Light321's stories Everybody Loves Bee and Breaking Point. Both are TF:P stories and I guarantee smut in every chapter. Okay, not in ELB, but after chapter five, there is sticky in every chapter. I'm actually Lights' Beta as of several weeks ago. You should check her out, those two stories are AWESOME!

Anyway, here cometh Chapter 8. Enjoy!

Legend:

"Normal Speech"

Dream/Vision/Normal Thoughts

"Bumblebee Speech/Cybertronian/Exaggeration"

:::Bond Speech:::

Enjoy

Chapter 8

I'm on Griffin Rock.

I'm in the Rescue Bots' base.

Commence fan girl squeal: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Honestly, I hadn't expected this turn of events at all. I mean, I figured I'd meet the Rescue Bots eventually since it's obvious to any true Transformers fan who has seen both Rescue Bots and Prime they're in the same reality. Bumblebee's appearance was proof of that. But, I thought I'd end up tagging along with 'Bee when he came here to investigate the meteorite. Now, I see that is probably when I will be going home.

But, hey. So long as I get to meet the Rescue Bots, I'm good. I've always thought they along with Cody were just adorable, especially Blades with his whimsical personality. Yes, I know that's just a nice was of saying childish and immature, but I can't stand hurting other people's feelings by saying the wrong thing or saying the right thing wrong. I did enough of that in my human life.

Oh, wait. They're still talking.

Rather than just let them know I was fully conscious already, I tuned into their conversation in the hopes that I would learn where we are in the first season. Easier than explaining different dimensions and their being fictional characters and me being human-reborn-Allspark and blah, blah, blah.

"So, you guys are sure you've never seen this..." Gram trailed off, trying to remember the correct term. He gave up after a second. "What did you call her?"

"A femme." answered Boulder. "And no, we've never seen her. She's too young."

"What do you mean 'too young?'" Dani arched a brow.

"Well, we went into stasis a century and a half before the Great War on Cybertron. That was several hundred thousand years ago. This femme can't be more than a few centuries over a millennium, by your standards."

"Wow, she's over a thousand-years-old and she's still young?" Cody asked in awe.

"You must not forget, Cody," Chase said. "Cybertronian life cycles are astronomically longer than human life cycles."

Very true. The average Cybertronian could live anywhere between ten and twenty billion Earth years. That is about 120 million to 240 million vorns. But, notice I say 'could.' Before the war, many cybertronians did not actually choose to live that long. Many chose to return to me after only a few hundred million years. That changed after the war started; the longer you lived, the more respect you earned for surviving so long. Still, very few made it past three hundred million Earth years. Ratchet is one of the oldest remaining, being eighteen million-vorns-old.

There was actually an old legend on Cybertron. Every star in the sky represents a spark. If a cybertronian dies, but the star continues to burn, that cybertronian will be reborn. When a star dies, that cybertronian's spark remains in the Well with me.

But, that is only one iteration of the legend. Some say a cluster of newborn stars represent newsparks I have created. Some say the star will burn until that cybertronian finds their one true sparkmate, so they have a reason to stay with me. Some say dwarf stars represent cybertronians who lost their one true sparkmate, but were strong enough to continue living instead of joining their mate in the Well. Stars that died in a supernova represent cybertronians who managed to find their sparkmate.

There are many versions of the legend, but they were all forgotten by the majority of Cybertron vorns upon vorns before Sentinel Prime had even begun his reign.

"What about the cat?" Cody asked, probably pointing at Ravage. I hadn't even realized he'd come with me. Probably jumped onto me just before I my fired boosters into overdrive. Man, he must have good timing.

"Cybercat." Chase corrected.

"He's so cute. I bet he's friend-" Blades coo turned into a shriek as I sensed Ravage coming online. He was scared and confused, so he had probably snapped at Blades. I knew he had seen me when I felt protectiveness toward me and hostility toward the others drown the confusion. Everyone shouted in fear when he rushed over to me and took on a defensive stance between me and the others as he growled in warning, ready to pounce on anyone who came too close.

I opened my optics and tried to sit up with my elbows.

"Ravage, calm down." I said, sending pacifying assurances through our bond. "They won't hurt us."

Ravage looked back to me and relaxed his tense pose. He looked back at the humans and 'bots with a hiss before he came over to me. He rubbed his helm against mine as he purred. I purred back as I pet him.

He pulled away and growled at the other occupants of the room when they all tried to come closer.

"Ravage, that's enough." I scolded. He whined but I sent reassurance through the bond, as well as my knowledge on all of them. That seemed to finally calm him down.

I turned to the bot's and humans with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him. He's not much for unfamiliar beings."

"Neither is Heatwave." Blades said as he pointed to said 'bot.

The mech growled at Blades before turning back to us. "We can start becoming familiar with you telling us who you are and what you're doing here."

"My name is Soulsong and this is Ravage. We got caught in the storm and I guess we washed up here." I replied.

"We had already come to that conclusion." Chase said. "I believe Heatwave meant why you are on this planet."

"Oh," I said. "I'm the Allspark. I've been on the planet for a couple hundred thousand years."

The rescue bots stared at me slack jawed while the humans just looked confused.

Heatwave broke the silence. "What do you mean you're the Allspark?" he asked suspiciously.

"I mean, my spark is the Allspark. This body is my current vessel." I told them.

"Does Optimus Prime know you are here?" Chase asked.

"Does he know I'm on the planet? Yes. Does he know I'm on this island? No."

"Where does he think you are?" Boulder asked.

"The Nemesis." I replied.

"With the Decepticons?" Blades almost squealed in horror.

"Why were you with the Decepticons?" Heatwave tried not to snarl.

"Long story, but the short version is, Megatron infiltrated our base and captured me. But, I escaped with Ravage. We flew right into a storm, though, and I got struck by lightning and crashed into the ocean. You know the rest." I explained.

"Megatron knows where Team Prime's base is?" Blades shuddered.

"No, no, don't worry." I placated. "He doesn't know where the base is."

"How could he have infiltrated the base if he does not know its location?" Chased inquired.

"Like I said, long story and not important. Right now, I need a bath or a shower or something to clean this filth off me and you need to contact Optimus and tell him I'm okay."

"Sure," Blades said with a smile. "I'll take you to our wash racks."

He started to come over to me, but Heatwave put an arm to block his path. "No way. She's not going anywhere. That Allspark story is a load of slag. She's probably a Decepticon spy."

My wings flattened into a straight line as I rolled my eyes, my hair turning that light red. "You want me to prove it? How 'bout the fact that I know who all of you are." I stated, pointing to them as I went. "You are Heatwave, Blades, Chase, and Boulder. You four are the last cybertronian rescue team in existence and you're here on Earth to help protect the people of this island alongside the Burns family, Kade, Dani, Gram, Cody, and Chief Charlie Burns. But, you have to pretend you are insentient machines since most humans aren't ready to know there are aliens living amongst them disguised as vehicles."

Once again, they all stared at me slack jawed, but this time, the Burns family shared the 'bots shocked expression.

"I believe her." Blades and Cody said in unison.

I smiled and nodded. "Good, now can you please take me to those wash racks?"

Chase spoke to Heatwave, who still didn't look entirely convinced. "I believe her, as well. The Decepticons do not know of our presence on this planet, much less the Burns family. Therefore, she cannot be a mere spy."

"And if that's not enough to convince you, Heatwave, maybe this is." With that, I manipulated his arm to aim at his own face and activated the fire extinguisher.

Kade laughed, so I made Heatwave shoot the foam at him, too. After several moments, he was consumed by a mountain of foam. This caused the rest of the Burns family to laugh. Well, the ones who weren't frozen in shock and awe.

Heatwave sputtered as he wiped the foam from his face to look at me with bewildered optics.

I just smiled triumphantly at him, my hair turning an emerald green. "Now, since you also need to wash up, how's about you take me to the wash racks?"

An hour later found me in the communications room where Chase had begun attempting contact with Optimus. I was finally clean, and so was Heatwave, who was careful to stand at a distance from me, and Kade from him. I kind of felt bad about earlier, but he had been getting on my nerves. He's lucky I didn't just shut down his legs like I did with Bulkhead.

I was trying to contact Ratchet through the bond. I haven't been able to since Megatron placed the dark energon in my spark. I think he was muting mine and Ratchet's bond. I'm hoping Megatron is now too far away to have such control over my spark.

...That came out wrong...

With a final nudge, what ever barrier had been placed between us was shattered and Ratchet's love, relief, and agonizing worry filled my spark.

:::Soulsong, my sparkling, you're alright!:::

I smiled. :::Yes, I'm fine, Daddy:::

:::Where are you? Is Megatron hurting you? What has he done to you?:::

:::Daddy, calm down. I'm not on the Nemesis anymore. Megatron didn't hurt me... exactly. He... uh... kind of... placed a shard of his dark energon in my spark:::

Silence for three, two, one.

:::What!::: My spark panged from the potency of his anger.

Before he could go irreversibly ballistic, I said, :::Daddy, it's okay. I already had a tiny bit of dark energon running through my veins. It comes from Unicron being my uncle. I'm not Megatron's puppet:::

Once again, he was silent for a few seconds until he asked his question. :::Unicron was your uncle?:::

I sighed in relief at his rage being successfully placated. :::Yes. Unicron and Primus are brothers. They were created at the same time. They both have extremely faint amounts of each other's essences coursing through their veins. I was created solely by Primus, so his essence is much stronger than Unicron's , but it's still there::: I then remembered Primus' way of explaining it to me. :::You know how humans get shots to fend off diseases?:::

:::Yes?:::

:::Well, it's kind of like that. My body already knows how to handle Unicron's essence because of the miniscule amount already within me. Therefore, my body is also able to handle the shard Megatron gave me, so I don't have to worry about Megatron gaining control over me.:::

:::You are certain of this?:::

:::Yes::: No, not really. I mean, sure, Megatron can't control me like he can his terrorcons, but there are other ways to 'control' a spark.

Ratchet sighed over the bond. :::Alright, if you are no longer on the Nemesis, then where are you?:::

:::Griffin Rock:::

:::Griffin Rock? With the Rescue Bots?:::

:::Yup:::

:::Well, it is good to know you are safe::: His spark filled with relief.

I sent love and assurance to him. :::Chase is attempting to contact you as we speak:::

:::Ah, yes. I see it now. I will inform Optimus. I dare say he has been more distressed than anyone else on the base. Aside from myself, of course:::

My smile grew wider as my spark sang. :::Of course::: Then, I remember my new appearance. :::You might want to... uh... brace yourself. I look... different:::

There was a pause before, :::Define different:::

:::Um...::: What am I supposed to tell him? :::You'll... You'll see:::

I felt worry and suspicion on his end before I cut off and refocused on my surrounding.

"They should be answering in a few moments." I told Chase.

He turned to me. "And how do you know this?"

I placed a servo over my spark. "Their resident medic and scientist, Ratchet, is my bonded creator. I just finished speaking with him through our bond." In reality, the entire conversation lasted only half a minute. That's what happens when your mind is a supercomputer.

"Ah." Chase said, simply. Then a thought struck him. "You claim Ratchet is your bonded creator. Did something happen to your biological creators?"

"Oh, no." I replied. "As I said before, I am the Allspark. Primus is my creator, but he obviously can't be here to raise me himself as he has transcended physical form." That wasn't the true reason. Primus can't create a physical form on the surface of Unicron himself. But, I can't exactly tell Chase that, now can I?

Before Chase could comment, a beep was heard and Optimus' and Ratchet's faces appeared an the screen.

"Greetings, Chase." Optimus began. "I understand you have found someone very dear to us?"

"Indeed, Optimus Prime, she is right here." he replied, turning to gesture to me. I stepped forward, my hands clasped in front of me.

Optimus and Ratchet stared at me with their jaws agape.

"S-Soulsong?" Optimus said.

An amused smile took over my visage, my wings flittering. "Hi, Daddy. Optimus."

"What in the name of the Allspark happened to you?" Ratchet asked in shocked disbelief.

"The dark energon. I think my sparkling frame wasn't strong enough handle it, so the aging process accelerated even more until my body reached a point where it was."

"You're a fragging youngling!"

I chuckled. "Now, Daddy, I would think you of all people would know not to swear in front of a sparkling."

"B-But you're not a sparkling anymore! You're almost the equivalent of Miko's age!"

I sent calming vibes through the bond, walked up to the screen, and placed a hand on the lower left corner of the screen.

"I may be a youngling, but I'll always be your sparkling."

Cheesy and cliché, I know. But, it got the desired result.

Ratchet stared at me for a few long moments before he finally sighed. "Yes. Yes, you will. Just please tell me you haven't had your first heat cycle, yet."

I blushed and I swear Optimus did as well. "Daddy! Did you really have to ask that in front of others?"

I distinctly heard Cody quietly ask Boulder what a heat cycle was, Boulder saying he'd tell him when he was older.

Ratchet didn't seem to give a damn about privacy. "Well, have you?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the ground, my hair turning a red a couple shades deeper than annoyance, my wings pointed downwards. "No, I haven't had my first heat cycle, yet."

Ratchet hummed. "Well, I imagine it won't be long. You best return home immediately."

"Daddy..." I whined in mortification.

He ignored my embarrassment. "I will activate the ground bridge and come get you." And with that, the communication was closed.

That fragger. He must have felt my desire to stay for a little while and decided the best way to make me come home right now was to humiliate me.

I covered my face with my servos to muffle my groan before taking them away and asking, "Why, Primus?"

"I'm glad he's not my creator." Blades said.

I sighed. "He's a very good creator, but when you're a medic, you tend to forget what's appropriate in social matters concerning... stuff like that."

It was then I noticed Heatwave laughing at my misfortune. I growled and sprayed him in the face with his own fire extinguisher again.

He spluttered as he wiped the foam from his face. "Stop doing that!" he yelled.

"Stop provoking me!" I yelled back.

Right then, the ground bridge opened and Ratchet stepped out.

"Whoa..." Cody said in awe. The other humans seemed just as stunned.

"Fascinating." Gram whispered.

Ratchet ignored them and walked briskly to me. He embraced me tight to his chassis, almost afraid to let go. I now reached the doors on his chest.

"Oh, my precious sparkling. I feared I would never lay optics on you again." he whispered into my audio. I could here the tears in his voice.

I hugged him just as tightly, my wings quivering. "Let us be thankful your fears were for naught. But, I'm okay, Daddy. Megatron was the only Decepticon to harm me in any way. Everyone else was really nice. Even the vehicons."

He chuckled bitterly. "It is good to know they have not completely lost their sense of compassion."

I hummed. "Can we go home now?"

He hugged me even tighter before letting go. He sent his desire for me to follow as he walked to the ground bridge. As he walked, he nodded his thanks to the Rescue bots and humans.

"Thank you for finding my daughter."

With that said, I waved goodbye to everyone before entering the ground bridge.

Optimus greeted us on the other side, along with some familiar, yet at the same time unfamiliar faces.

I ignored them for the moment in favor of hugging Optimus. He had to kneel since I now only reached his... codpiece...

"Welcome home, Soulsong." he whispered to me.

I smiled. "It's good to be back. I missed you all." I pulled back enough to see him. "But, where are the others?"

"They are picking up their charges. They should be returning soon." he explained.

I hummed in understanding before turning to the new 'bots. "And they are?"

Optimus blinked. "You do not know them?"

I smirked. "Well, yeah, but as leader I would think it your obligation to introduce me."

A tiny smile made up his derma before standing and turning to the 'bots.

"Autobots, this is Soulsong. She is the incarnation of the Allspark and under our protection from the Decepticons." He looked back to me. "These are the new arrivals who arrived a few days ago. Autobots, introduce yourselves."

A black and gold two-wheeler, a foot and a half taller than Arcee, stepped forward first. He bowed at the waist. "I am Prowl, Head Tactician for the Autobots. It is an honor to meet the living embodiment of our life-giver." He sounded and looked almost exactly the way he did in Transformers: Animated.

I giggled, an amused smile on my face. "At ease, Prowl. I'm the Allspark, not the Queen of England."

He rose. "I'm afraid I do not understand your meaning."

Of course he would have no clue who the Queen of England was. "Then, let me rephrase. You don't have to bow to me as I am not royalty like the Empress of Vos."

"Ah, understood." he said, and stepped back.

The next 'bot was black and white and half a foot taller than Prowl. His arms were crossed in a laid back manner across his chest. "The name's Jazz, Head Saboteur for the Autobots. It's good ta meet ya, lil' lady." he sounded just like he did in Animated too, but he looked more like a fusion of the Bayverse and G1 versions. G1 colors and Bayverse frame type with Prime influences.

"It's nice to meet you too, Jazz. I look forward to seeing your saboteur skills in action." I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a slight crush on Jazz. My spark belongs to Optimus, but Jazz is just so... smooth. He really know how to charm a femme. Of course, I could feel the bond between him and Prowl. Looks like they're together in this continuity like so many fanfictions had portrayed.

He gave me a grin as smooth as his voice as he stepped back.

A red and white mech with a medical cross over his chest plates and shoulders stepped forward. "My name is First Aid. I am this unit's medic and Ratchet's assistant here."

I smiled. "Good to meet you, First Aid. I'm glad Ratchet will have help in the med-bay, now. He's glad too, though I bet has hasn't said so."

Ratchet scoffed and crossed his arms.

First Aid smiled back and nodded. "I'm just glad to help. But, he doesn't need to say it for me to know he appreciates me."

Two bot's stepped forward as First Aid stepped back. They seemed to be twin seekers based on their wings and identical frames of differentiating color schemes. "I'm Jetfire and this is my sparktwin, Jetstorm. We were the co-air commanders of the top Autobot Seeker unit before the Exodus."

"Nowadays, we're pretty much just soldiers. And by the looks of it, the only Autobots on Earth who can fly." Jetstorm put in.

"It's a great pleasure to meet a fellow seeker." said Jetfire.

"You bet'cha it is." Jetstorm agreed.

Jetfire had an Australian accent exactly like his Cybertron counterpart, while Jetstorm had a British accent, but the same voice as his brother. Jetfire was red, green - only it was a forest green, rather than chartreuse - and white almost exactly like his Cybertron counterpart, while Jetstorm was respectively blue, orange, and also white. Neither had masks the way Jetfire did in Cybertron.

"The pleasure is all mine. Starscream and his trine taught me how to fly back on the Nemesis, but perhaps you could teach me a bit of technique?"

"Oh, most definitely. We'd be honored." said Jetfire. His brother nodded as he hummed in agreement. The two of them then stepped back.

"Yeah, and perhaps you could come back to our quarters later and-" Jetstorm was cut off by a slap to the back of the helm courtesy of his brother.

"Crikey, Jetstorm. She's just a youngling!" he berated.

Jetstorm glared at his brother. "Slag off, wanker. I just thought she'd like to spend time with her brethren."

"Well, next time, don't say it like you want to get freaky-"

Prowl cut him off. "Hold on. Soulsong, did you say Starscream and his trine?"

"Yeah, Thundercracker and Skywarp." I replied. "They showed up... actually, I think they arrived around the same time you all did." I gestured to the new arrivals.

"Slaggit, they must have followed us." Jazz cursed.

Ratchet stepped forward, glaring at Jazz. "I will thank you to cease swearing in front of my sparkling."

I rolled my optics. "Okay, A; I was swearing eons before your creators were even sparked." I pointed at my creator. "And B; hypocrite!"

Ratchet stared at me with widened optics. Before he could say anything, car horns sounded from the tunnel.

Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead drove into the room. Once they'd stopped, Miko was the first to exit her guardian.

"Hey, new-bots and old-bots. Did you miss-" she trailed off when she saw me. "Whoa, another girl-bot. I'm Miko, who are you?"

I smirked in amusement at her not recognizing me. Jack and Raf had exited their guardians, who had then transformed, so I simply said. "I'm Soulsong."

They all just stood their gaping. Clearly, they had noticed the similarities between my sparkling and youngling form. "I kind of grew up while I was gone."

The first to break from their stupor was Bulkhead, who rushed up to me and swallowed me in a wrecker-sized hug as he laughed in relief. "You're okay!"

"Wings! Wings! Wings!" I managed to choke out. He was crushing my wings. And my spinal struts.

He seemed to realize his mistake and put me down. "Sorry, kid."

I tried to catch my breath before saying. "It's alright, I missed you, too.

Arcee walked up to me next. "Primus, you're taller than me."

I smiled. "Not by much, but yeah. I'm not a compact. In fact, I'll be close to Bulkhead's height in several months."

She smirked and hugged me. "Glad you're safe."

I hugged her back. "Thanks. I'm glad to be home. I missed you all."

"What about me?" Yellow arms wrapped around me from behind as Arcee back away. I knew it was Bumblebee.

"Yes, you're included in 'all.'" I giggled, turning around to hug him back. I pulled back so I could see him. "You know there's a vehicon flyer up there who's a lot like you?"

Bee tilted his head. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, his name is Sanjay."

Miko made a face. "What kind of vehicon is named Sanjay?"

I looked down to her and shrugged. "Apparently, a lot of the vehicons gave themselves names. Some human, some cybertronian. I beat a grounder named Mike at Mario Cart."

"Before or after you... aged?" Jack asked.

"Before." I replied. "Their game system hooks up to your processor."

"Cool." said Raf. I nodded my agreement.

"Hey... Soulsong?" Jack called.

I turned to him. "Yes?"

"Why is there a robotic cat by our couch?"

Everyone turned to the recreation platform, and sure enough, Ravage was laid down behind the couch, watching us.

Almost everyone either screamed, activated their weapons, or both.

"It's Ravage!" Bulkhead shouted.

"How the frag did Soundwave's spy get in here?" Jazz shouted.

"Who cares? Blast him before he transmits the location of the base!" Jetfire yelled.

All at once, everyone's weapons went offline. Gee, I wonder who did that? Wink, wink.

"All of you need to calm the hell down." I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Soulsong, do you know who that is?" Ratchet said in incredulous that I would defend the cybercat.

"Indeed, I do. He is my symbiote." I replied.

"No he ain't. He's Soundwave's symbiote." said Jazz, traces of confusion laced in his tone.

"Not anymore." I said. "He hasn't been fit for battle for several years. Megatron placed a small shard of his dark energon in my spark, and Knockout panicked when I wouldn't wake up after the sedative should have worn off. He panicked and, long story short, Ravage is now my symbiote."

"What if he's just a spy for no-face?" Jetstorm snarled.

"I am the Allspark and he is my symbiote. If he had any way of contacting the Nemesis, let alone Soundwave, I would know." I turned to Ravage. "Come down and say hello, Ravage."

Ravage got up from his spot, where he had been watching the entire altercation with an eerie air of serenity, and trotted down the stairs to come sit by my side.

I petted his helm, and he purred. "See, he's harmless as long as you don't provoke him."

"And how do we avoid provoking him?" Optimus asked. He had deactivated his weapons a few minutes ago.

"Don't try to attack me." I replied.

"That's it?" Arcee asked.

"Well, there's the obvious no-no's such as 'don't step on his tail' or 'try to attack him,' but other than that."

Ravage rubbed his head against my leg, and that seemed to convince everyone he wasn't a threat as I reactivated their weapons after they had put them away. Though I could sense everyone other than Optimus and Ratchet was still wary of my cybercat.

"Now that all that is settled, I want give you a system's check."

"Daddy." I half-whined, half-groaned, giving the word three syllables.

"Yip, yip, yip. I don't care if Knockout took good care of you, you are my sparkling and I need to make certain he did not miss or overlook something." He crossed his arms over his chest plates.

I sighed. "Fine." I turned to the others. "I'll see you all later."

Everyone bid me goodbye as I followed Ratchet into the med-bay sullenly, Ravage trailing behind me. I contemplated just warping away, but Ratchet sent a warning, so I thought better of it.

I sat on a medical berth, Ravage laying beside it, and I simply let Ratchet do his thing. I knew he wouldn't find anything significant besides the dark energon, and he already knew about that, so he didn't freak out.

He hummed when he was finished. "Yes, you are perfectly functional."

"Oh, good." I said, bored out of processor.

"Now, let's have a look at your valve." he said, like it was the most normal thing he could have said.

"Let's see my what?" I squeaked.

"You told me you haven't had your first heat cycle yet, and from my scans, you are the exact age for it. It won't be long before it comes, and this way I can find out how long." he explained.

I stared at him, weighing his words. Eventually I sighed. "Okay, fine." I grumbled, then laid down on the berth, my arms crossed over my chest and looking at the machines next to us.

Ratchet snorted at my attitude. "You know, Arcee never had a problem with this."

I didn't look at him. "Arcee was never human."

Ratchet scoffed. "Humans are such taboo creatures." I didn't reply.

He knelt down after I sent the command for my codpiece to retract. "I suggest you turn off your tactile receptors."

I took his suggestion and gave him a thumbs up to continue. I pretty much just thought about the new arrivals the whole time to distract myself. They were a bit early, but I sure wasn't complaining. I wonder if the jet twins would want to form a trine with me. Jetstorm seemed to want to, and it would solve the oncoming heat cycle problem. I'm still a bit small for Optimus. I mean, sure, he could just shrink his spike to my size, but he, himself was still so... big. I was kind of worried he'd crush me.

He did that the first time we'd interfaced back when he was Orion Pax. It was both his and my first time. Well, my first time in that body. It had been great, but when we overloaded he fragging fell on me. He'd apologized and I'd forgiven him, but he was only twice my mass back then. Now, he's at least three and a half times my mass. I'm not risking it.

The jet twins are just a bit bigger than Orion was in proportion to my current size and the size I was back then. Plus, there's two of them, so they'll probably take turns and one will hold me from behind while the other has fun. Less chance of being crushed. Besides, they're cute and have accents. What kind of female would I be if I didn't find that hot? I'm sure there are girls out there who don't like accents, but I've never met them.

"A good idea. I will retrieve the twins." said Ratchet as he finished examining my valve.

"Wait, what?" Just my luck Ratchet was listening to my train of thought.

"By the looks of it, your heat cycle should begin sometime in the next few days, the end of the week at the latest. I'm quite sure Jetfire and Jetstorm would be more than willing to help you through it. Besides, they are seekers as well. They will be a good influence on you." he paused, reexamining his last statement. "Well, as good an influence as they can be."

I gave him an exasperated, annoyed look. "Daddy."

He rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. 'Be nice.'" he scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "You know, I am supposed to be your creator."

"Then, learn the lesson most 'bots learn before their third vorn." I countered.

He just rolled his optics and left to get the jet twins.

Primus, I can't believe he's doing this. Yeah, this is perfectly normal in cybertronian culture; a creator finding trustworthy partners to help their children with their heat cycles, but I used to be a human for god's sake. I still maintain my perspective of what's taboo on Earth, and this is just plain wrong in the human world, no matter what spiritual belief. Hopefully, these ideas will dissipate with time and I won't have a problem with things like this. But, for now, this is mortifying.

Ratchet came in with the twins as he was explaining the situation. "And since you are seekers, I believe she would benefit greatly in more ways than one by forming a trine with the two of you."

"You can trust us, doc-bot. We'll take good care of her and show her what it really means to be a seeker." Jetfire told him.

"And what it really means to be a femme." Jetstorm purred, more to me than to Ratchet as he came to sit next to me on the berth.

I arched an optic ridge at him. "I'm getting the sense your brother has more class than you do."

Jetstorm's wings drooped a little while Jetfire laughed heartily. "You've got that right, sparklette."

Jetstorm grumbled unintelligible words as Jetfire came to sit on my other side. "Don't worry, Song Bird, we'll have a grand time."

"Her name is Soulsong." Ratchet said a little sharply.

Jetfire gave Ratchet a disparaging look. "You ever heard of a nickname, Hatchet?"

I giggled despite myself. I sent repentance through the bond. Ratchet sent back reassurance and his feelings of content that we were getting along. Then, he threw a wrench at Jetfire.

"Ow, crikey! Did I really deserve that?" Jetfire groaned in pain as he rubbed the new dent in his helm.

"Yes. Now, do we have a consensus?" he asked, looking at me.

I turned my head from side to side, smiling at the two seekers. "We do."

"Good." Ratchet nodded before walking up to us and getting in Jetfire's face. "If I find out you have hurt my daughter in any way," he switched to Jetstorm. "You will wish I had only hit you with a wrench."

...Well... good to know he cares so much.

BOOM! Chapter 8 is done! Hope y'all like it. If there are any mistakes, sorry. It's almost midnight here and it's a school night, so I didn't proof read the whole thing. I'll look over it tomorrow, fix anything that needs it, and replace it then. That's what always end up happening anyway. I always miss SOMETHING. Oh well.

Oh, and for those of you who were disappointed most of the Autobots from the poll didn't show up, don't worry. They're coming, just not quite yet. I wanted Song to be there when they arrive.

For those of you disappointed Soulsong didn't stay with the Rescue Bots longer, don't worry about that either. SPOILER ALERT: She'll go with Bee when the meteor comes.