Ok, I'm going to tell this from her point of view. I'll let you know if I change the point of view. Enjoy.

'Blah' Whitesilence thought

Chapter 3: Frustration

I turned on my optics slowly. I opened my mouth in an extremely quiet yawn. I snuggled closer to my father, knowing he would be awake soon and I was hungry. I heard him groan and I looked up where I knew his face was. His icy blue optics stared down at me, his mouth curled into a smile.

"Well good morning Whitesilence." He said. He touched my face gently.

I looked up at him and smiled back. I had given up trying to talk a month ago when all I did was just open and close my mouth without letting out so much as a squeak. It was frustrating.

Megatron sat up and moved his chest plate aside. I sat up quickly and opened my mouth. He chuckled as he pulled off a piece of his spark and stuck it in my open mouth. I swallowed it enjoying the taste now. I didn't wrinkle my nose anymore when Megatron fed me; no matter how strange it was. I closed my mouth after a few more mouthfuls and felt my optic shutters begin to close. That always happened after I was fed, I was ready to go back to sleep.

Megatron picked me up and held me against his chest. I rubbed my face against his chest plate, enjoying the warmth that penetrated there. I knew that he was taking me to Starscream, not that I minded. Starscream had to be the nicest mech in the base, other than Megatron. Well to me anyway.

Starscream was reading a book again when Megatron dropped me off, as usual. I wished I could talk, then I could at least keep Starscream entertained when he was stuck babysitting. I let out a barely audible sigh.

"You stuck babysitting again?" Thundercraker's voice called.

Starscream turned his head in Thundercraker's direction. I tried not to groan in disgust. Thundercraker seriously annoyed me out of my skull. He had this annoying accent and he was always waving his stupid gun around. On top of that, he thought that I was a waste of metal because I couldn't talk.

"I wouldn't call it being stuck babysitting. I don't mind looking after her. She's quiet, unlike a certain blue mech that has an annoying accent." Starscream stated, standing up so he dwarfed the smaller seeker.

"Hey! My accent is not annoying!" Thundercraker snapped.

'Oh yes it is.'

"Oh, trust me it is." Starscream replied, walking past him.

Starscream walked to his room, carrying me close to his chest. He always had carried me like that, as if he was afraid that if he didn't have me close and holding me tightly he would lose me. I didn't understand it, but I didn't complain. I loved being close to another Transformer, I felt safe. I felt even safer around Megatron with him being my dad and all, but I felt really safe around Starscream. I don't entirely understand why, but I think it's because no matter what the others say, he always stands up for me and he is basically the only other Decepticon who isn't above sharing his spark's energy with a child.

When we entered his room, he sat me down on the bed and walked over to his bookshelf to pick out a book to read to me. He came back with one and sat me down on his lap as he crossed his legs around me. Holding the book in front of me so I could see the pictures he began to read it to me. I loved the sound of his voice. It was a little raspy and scary, I will admit, but it was familiar and I trusted him. Megatron never read me stories, he just took care of me the best he could in between his meetings and raids on the Autobots. Starscream continued to read, his voice going high pitched when he read the parts where a femme was talking, making me shake. I wished I could laugh, just to see what it sounded like.

When he was done, I looked up at him. His face fell immediately because he knew that I was hungry. I didn't need to eat as much anymore, my spark beginning to make all the necessary energy I needed, but I still needed to be fed someone else's energy. Megatron fed me in the morning and at night, while Starscream fed me a few times during the day. He didn't like that he was exposing his spark to me, but it wasn't like I could do anything.

"Sometimes I wish you were too old to be fed like this." He sighed.

'Do you think I like being fed like this? It isn't exactly comfortable knowing I'm depriving someone of their energy.'

"Little femme, big words." He muttered. A second went by before he froze. "Wait did you just talk?" He asked.

'No, I can't talk remember?'

"Then why did I just hear you?" He asked, panic rising in his voice.

I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe he was just losing it, but I wasn't about to think that incase he heard me. He shook his head and let out a nervous laugh.

"Starscream, you're losing it." He stated.

He moved his chest plate aside slightly and pulled out some of his energy. I opened my mouth, remembering just how hungry I was. He placed it in my mouth and I immediately noted the difference between his and Megatron's. Megatron's was harder to swallow sometimes because of how powerful he was. Starscream's was the easier of the two to swallow, not that he was incredibly weak, he was just weaker than Megatron. I ate a bit more before I felt myself beginning to drift off to sleep. I heard Starscream laugh gently.

"Sleep well Whitesilence." He whispered as he laid me down on his bed.

'I will.'

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I woke up a while later and yawned again. I rolled over onto my stomach and pushed myself into a sitting position. I looked around and spotted Starscream sitting on the chair not far away reading his book. I could tell he was enjoying himself because his legs were crossed one of top of the other and his dangling foot was bouncing up and down. He glanced over at me and smiled. He saved his page and walked over to me, gently picking me up in his arms.

"You finally woke up. What, did Megatron's snoring keep you up all night?" He asked in a joking manner.

I gave him a look that showed my annoyance. He laughed, beginning to tickle my stomach. I began to flail around, trying to get him to stop. I couldn't laugh or scream but I could still perform what most other sparklings could. He seemed to enjoy me flailing around in his arms because he began to tickle me harder.

"Are you planning on tickling her to death, Starscream?" Megatron's voice asked.

Starscream stopped tickling me, which gave me enough time catch my breath. I glared up at him, but he was busy staring at Megatron and missed it. He was kind of scared of Megatron, which I didn't blame him for, I mean Megatron was on scary customer when you got on his bad side.

"Hand her here Starscream." Megatron stated.

As Starscream handed me to Megatron, I opened my mouth and tried to speak. I could feel the words forming in my throat, but they seemed to die long before they reached my mouth. I began to cry out of frustration, I really hated this.

"It's okay little one." Megatron said, trying to soothe me.

"M-m-m…Me…g-g-g-ga…t-t-t-tr...on." I managed to say.

"Whitesilence, you just spoke!" Megatron cried out.

I was still crying because I knew that was all I could say. I wanted to tell him I had trouble getting the sound past my throat and that his name was probably the only thing I would ever say.

"Try something else." Starscream encouraged.

"S-s-s-st…ar…s-s-scr...e...am." I said. That was even harder to say.

"Ok, how about something a little easier." Starscream said, realizing that his name was harder to say than "Megatron".

"F-f-f-fa…th…er." I said, hoping that by continuing to talk would get my voice box working.

"Try another word." Megatron encouraged.

I opened my mouth to say "Decepticon" but nothing made it past my voice box. I frowned and tried to say "Whitesilence" and failed again. I grabbed my head in frustration, wishing I could scream to get rid of my anger and humiliation. Megatron stroked my head gently.

"Hush, it's ok." He said.

"So three words are all she can manage. Two are names and the other is what you are to her. Well it's better than nothing I suppose." Starscream sighed.

"Yes, it is better than nothing." Megatron agreed, turning and exiting Starscream's room.

I realized that it must have been late because Megatron took me back to his room. He closed the door and locked it. Walking over to his bed, he sighed. He placed me on the bed and looked down at me. I could see that his optics were full of pain.

"What am I going to do with you? You can't get beyond a foot soldier if you can't talk, and I know that you will be better than a mere foot soldier." He sighed.

I knew that he was worried beyond what would happen when I joined the Decepticons in the war, but he didn't seem to want to voice it. I really wanted his to tell me what was wrong, and I wanted to know why I couldn't talk. I remember a lot of pain before I was transferred to my protoform body, but beyond that I didn't know much. I was blind and lost as to how my life was when I wasn't ready to be parted with my mother's spark. But I did remember hatred coursing through me from my mother, as if she couldn't stand to feel her daughter pulse against her. I didn't understand why she hated me; it wasn't my choice to be created from a forced bonding. I wished I could understand more but Megatron was reluctant to talk about anything to do with my mother, not that I could ask.

I sighed as I curled up in a ball for defense. I felt exposed and was trying to make myself more protected. Megatron must have understood my fear because a second later he had his chest pressed against me and his arms wrapped protectively around my body. I nuzzled my head against his chest, happy that he was close. I felt the warmth from his spark wash over me as I fell into a deep sleep.

Author's note: Well, that's that. Whitesilence can only say three words, Megatron, Starscream and father. She can't say anything else, period. Review your opinions and I will update soon.