Optimus tried to sit up, but as soon as he moved Ratchet pushed his shoulder down. Emma was lowered down to see him, and instantly she attempted to climb down from Ironhide's servo. The black mech stopped her by gently wrapping his free servo around her. "I want to see Daddy! Let me go, please," Emma asked wiggling to get free.

"Ratchet, I can sit up. I know I'm hurt, but not enough to need to be kept lying down," Optimus complained.

"Medics orders. You've lost a lot of Energon," Ratchet responded. Optimus just stared at him for a minute, then looked to Emma. "Emma, you can be let down, but you can't climb all over him. Okay?" Emma nodded enthusiastically. Ratchet laughed as he motioned for Ironhide to let her down. Emma sat down on the table that was positioned beside the berth.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Emma asked.

"I will be," Optimus replied.

"Why do you call him your dad?" Ratchet asked. Emma looked up at him.

"I love him. I want him to be," Emma responded. Ratchet looked at Optimus.

"You seem attached to her already. Do you want to adopt her? You'd need to talk to Lennox," Ratchet asked. Optimus looked at Emma for a moment. He nodded. "You can talk ta him when I release ya. Got it?" Both Optimus and Emma smiled at the same time.

Later that day, Optima and Sideswipe were released from Med bay. Optima talked with Emma for a while, but when Emma fell asleep, she put the little girl in Optimus' room. After, she went to sit beside her brother's berth. "So, you're keeping her?"

"I want to. I can't fully explain it, but I think she's stolen my spark already," Optimus replied. He was holding Optima's servo in his.

"I like her. She seems to care a lot about you. I can't wait to see how she grows up. Humans are so interesting," Optima said. He brother just looked at her with a smile. "What? And you don't?"

"They are. It's just funny how quickly you've adapted to life here on Earth," Optimus responded. He readjusted so he was sitting up more. He looked over each corner of Med bay for a minute, before his optics met hers. "I can't stay in here very long. I hate being still."

"Nice to know."

"Why are you so interested in what happens with Emma?"

"She's a cute child. I like her. That's all."

"If I do get to adopt her, and anything happens to me, will you take care of her? I'm sure Lennox will help me get custody."

"Of course," she replied. Optimus smiled, but a servo went to his helm as it started to pound. "What's wrong?"

"J-just a processor ache. I'm fine," Optimus responded. He let his servo drop. "Can I talk to you tomorrow? I need to speak with Ratchet."

"Yeah. I'll get him," Optima stood and left the room. Optimus helm fell back as he tried to lessen the pain.

"Optimus?" Ratchet's voice made Optimus jump. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay. I wasn't paying attention."

"You wanted to talk to me?" Ratchet asked as he sat down beside Optimus.

"Yes. I want to know more about that chip. Where it came from, what it's going to do over time. Things like that. I know it will kill me, but why? What was it designed for?" Optimus replied. It was quiet, as Ratchet tried to think of ways to anwser Optimus' many questions.

"I don't know. I've never seen anything like it before. Although, I did pick up a mech's signature. By the name of Tremor," Ratchet replied. The stool he was sitting on had wheels, so he rolled over the counter. He grabbed a few data-pads, before rolling back to Optimus. "Look. This is Tremor. He was on the Decepticon side after the war started. He worked with sparklings before the war though. It was said that Tremor worked with Shockwave, if only to avoid being an experiment himself."

"What does that mean though?"

"I did some more research on Tremor's work with sparklings. There were rumours that he could install a chip that the kid wouldn't feel, and a medic wouldn't be able to pick up on. It was banned since it had side effects. Let me find it... Here. The side effects could be as simple from their processors going to slag, even death. He wrote that the chip was supposed to block memories that could be dangerous. It was installed as a sparkling, and left in until the mech or femme dies. You just programmed in what you wanted to block, and it would instantly make that Transformer forget. In his notes, that were recovered later, it was written that the chip was designed to destroy the processor if something happened that started to make them remember. Like your sister coming to Earth. I don't know how it does that. It was never recorded. Another thing that was never recorded, was if he actually was able to try it. I think, you were an experiment," Ratchet explained. His optics finally moved from the data-pads to meet Optimus' .

"That's information. None of it is good. Optima couldn't of known. Could she?" Optimus asked. Ratchet shook his helm. They didn't notice some one listening through the door.

A few days passed. Optimus was going to be released in an hour or two. Optima was sitting beside him, and Emma was curled up in his lap. Ratchet was working right beside Optimus, when the door slid open, and Ironhide entered the room. He grabbed Optima by the throat and threw her to the ground. She squeaked as he did, and yelped as her knees hit the ground. "It's your fault!" He yelled. Optimus glanced to Ratchet. He tried to stand, gently wrapping a servo around Emma, but Ratchet magnetized the berth. "How dare you!"

"What are you talking about? I did nothing wrong," Optima cried. Tears stained her faceplates as she looked to Optimus. He gave her a helpless look.

"You fraggin' pile of slag! You don't know?"

"No! I have no idea," Optima replied. "Tell me what's going on."

"Don't order me! Ratchet, why don't you tell her. Oh, wait. You refused to tell even me. Or Optimus. You both wouldn't tell anyone," Ironhide spat. Ratchet stepped forward, but Ironhide pushed him away. "You're killing him! If you hadn't come, he'd be healthy!" He hit her in the face. Her optics closed, as she stood and ran.

"Optima!" Optimus yelled. Now he was angry. "What's wrong with you, Ironhide?"

"You didn't tell me. Neither of you did," Ironhide pointed to Optimus then Ratchet. Ratchet finally let Optimus up. Emma safely in his servo, Optimus stood and walked past Ironhide.

"You see why?" Ratchet asked. Ironhide turned his optics to the medic.

"What?"

"Do you see why Optimus didn't want to tell you? Do you see why I kept my word and didn't say anything?" Well, do you?"

"I don't see what your gettin' at," Ironhide responded. He jumped when Ratchet spun and pinned him to the wall. "Let me go, medic."

"You chased Optima away! You snapped at your leader. Your best friend. Where do you think Optima's gonna go? Where? And to who?" Ratchet growled. He knew Ironhide got it when the topkick's optics widened.

"Megatron. Vehicle approaching. Requesting meeting," Soundwave warned.

"Who is it?"

"Designation unknown. Signature, familiar."

"I will meet them. Set the meeting for these coordinates," Megatron ordered. He told Soundwave were he wanted to meet with who had contacted them.

Megatron stood at the arranged meeting place. He watched as a trunk drove up. It broke apart, to reveal a femme with the same colours as his traitor of a brother. "M-megatron," she greeted, bowing slightly. She straightened to look into his optics.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Optima. A long lost sister. I want to join your Decepticons."

"Why? Why betray my brother?"

"His bodyguard. I've caused anger amung the Autobots. I will be loyal to you, Lord Megatron. His bodyguard wanted me gone. So, I am," Optima replied.

"You must change your colours, if you are to join us. You're name will be Megatrona. Scan my paint job if you must. All connection to the Autobots ends now," Megatron said. She thanked him, and quickly ran a scan. She followed him to where the Decepticons were hidden away. "My fellow Decepticons! Welcome to our ranks, my sister Megatrona!" For once, she felt beyond out of place. "My sister, do not fail me. Barricade and Starscream will fit you with wings. You will leave driving to the Autobots."

"Yes, Lord Megatron," she replied. Barricade wrapped a clawed servo around her wrist, and led her to another dark room. The base was a cave they had found, meaning very little light made it's way inside.

"Stealth? Or not?" Barricade asked as he retrieved some of the tools he would need.

"Stealth."

"This'll hurt," Starscream hissed. Her painfilled screams were heard through the entire base. An evil smirk slowly crept onto Megatron's cruel face.

Another random turn of events. If you have any ideas for other stories, or this one, please let me know. I'd love to here what you have to say. Hope you enjoyed. AlexisOptimus