AN: I don't own Transformers, only my OC. And any songs I used go to their respected owner/owners. Now this is about 4 or 5 days after Mission City and I'm going to being doing my own plot for now but there may be a few time skips in the chapters to come.

Chapter 9;

'Thoughts(talking to inner voice)'
Dream
'Flashback'
Inner voice – will be explained further on into the story.
^Radio^
[Com. Link]
Language of the Primes
~Cybertron common~

"Be careful Bla…Light… please. Promise me."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'm a professional." Even with my reassurance he looks worried.
"I just can't lose you."
"*Sigh* You won't. I'll come back to you."
With one last look over my shoulder I turn towards the door in time to see it open with my 'supposed parole officer' I guess you could say, who takes me to my next fight.
"Come on Black L… your next fight starts in 10. You need to get ready." With a nod in his direction, I turn back to my brother with one last fleeting look at him before I go to my next fight for others entertainment and joy. When I get to the ring, all I see or hear is a crowd chanting and cheering looking and waiting for blood to be spilt.

I wake up with a gasp while the disgusting stench of that horrid hell hole I grew up in. A knock at my door startles me and makes me scream.

"Storm, you okay?" Jazz? What's he doing here?
"I'm fine. Come in." I say after getting my brain to properly function. Jazz pokes his head around my door then comes in.
"You sure ya alright?" Concern layers Jazz's voice. "Ya screamed." I wince when he says that.
"I'm sure. I don't generally scream. Sorry." I send a smile his way which he in turn frowns at.
"Ya got nothing ta be sorry abou'. Ya allowed ta be scared once ina while." When I look up at Jazz I see a look of confusion at what I just said.
"*Sigh* I know, it's just… I'm not used to it. Screaming that is, I'm use to the nightmares. They're integrated into me." Jazz looks unconvinced but leaves it alone for now.
"Alrigh', we're movin' from 'ere. We're goin' back ta the lookout then takin' ya guys back 'ome." I send a grin his way in thanks then walk out of the warehouse we're in and over to Jazz's alt-mode so we can go to the lookout.

After half an hour of driving, we reach the lookout and see Optimus, Ratchet and Ironhide talking intensely about something. Optimus notices us first and smiles our way which alerts the others to our presence.

"Jazz, Storm, how are you?" Jazz nods in Optimus' direction while I smile and answer in words.
"I'm fine, just got a bit startled this morning by Jazz." This time, I notice the look Jazz throws at Ratchet. "What?" I ask while looking between the two in confusion.
"It's nothing…" Ratchet trails off when he sees my glare. "It's just that you spaced out once the battle in Mission City was over for around 5 minutes, until Optimus started speaking." I pale slightly at Ratchet's words and notice everybot present giving me worried looks.
"I'm fine, it was just a memory. It was nothing." I try to reassure them but can tell they don't believe me. "I will tell you. Just… give me time alright? My past isn't something I like to talk about." Jazz, Ratchet and surprisingly, Ironhide look ready to protest but don't when Optimus raises his hand to stop them.
"We will give you time Storm. We have not known you long, we still need to earn your trust." I look at him in shock like he's grown a second head –helm.
"It's not that I don't trust you, I do. It's just hard to talk about is all. I may have only known you for a short amount of time, but you have – all of you have – earned my trust. You not only risked your lives to protect me, but someone I care about," I look up at them and smirk, ", if I considered anyone of you a threat, I wouldn't have helped Jazz, but I did. I helped keep Jazz safe. Which I would do again – to each of you – should the need arise." They all looked shocked but can see the protectiveness in my eyes.

Just then, we hear Bumblebee coming up with Sam and Mikaela.

"By the way, how is the sparkling?"
"He's fine Ratchet, sleeps a lot but I guess that to be expected." I reply with a content smile on my face.
"Is he with you?" I look over to see Sam coming closer as Bee stopped a few feet away.
"Yeah. He's in my bag pocket as it is padded." I carefully reach into my bag bringing out a Nokia phone which slowly starts to transform. When he's fully transformed, he looks at me and chirps.
"Seems like the sparkling has taken a liking to you youngling." I guess I must have shown my surprise. 'By the way, what's a youngling' I don't know. Youngling – Child. '…' …
"So, everything okay with him Ratchet?" I ask… hey don't judge someone needs to look after the little guy.
"He's fine. How did you know the sparkling was a mech?"
"Women's intuition." I get odd looks at that. "Okay, so it was my instincts. Which I only ever gone against once." I state with a proud smile.

Ironhide laughs at me and asks "What you gonna call the little guy?"
"I dunno, I was thinking about Slash due to his claws." When I look at everyone, they all have a thoughtful expression on their faces. The first one to snap out of it is Ratchet who looks down at me with a nod. I smile back at him when the sparkling decides to want attention. I look at him and coo.
"Aww, Slash, you like your new name?" I grin when I get chirps and clicks showing his approval. That when I notice that one bot hasn't transformed yet. While everyone discusses Slash's new name while Ratchet is doing some basic check-ups on him, I walk over to Bumblebee and put my hand on his hood.
"You alright Bumblebee?" all I get is a sad chirp in reply. "C'mon Bee, don't be sad. Slash is gonna need his uncle around." At that Bee chirps curiously while I have a small smile on my face. "Yeah, after all, you are my little brother, making you Slash's uncle." With that Bumblebee makes different clicks and whirs then transforms which gets everyone's attention.
~You really mean it~ I smile and nod.
"'Course I do Bumble. Wouldn't have said it otherwise." That when the bots stare at me in shock and confusion, while Sam and Mik look just as confused. "What?"
"You understood him?" at least I can try and get some answers from Optimus.
"Yeah, why?"
"Bumblebee was speaking a language from Cybertron, also known as common." Now that makes sense… wait…
"How exactly can I understand a language from Cybertron Optimus?" Maybe we should mention the voice? 'I don't want to unless they ask.'
"Storm, has anything strange happened in the last few days?" You gotta tell 'em. 'Alright.'
"Well, you could say that…" Now I've got Ratchet's full attention.
"What's happened?"
"I'm hearing a voice in my head at point, correcting my terms on certain things about your… biology?"
"Why did you not mention this when I did your check-up after the battle?" I look at him sheepishly and say…
"I didn't want you to worry. It only just happened again today." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam looking at me as if I were mental. "Look, Ratchet, can we talk later?" Ratchet looks over to see Sam's reaction and reluctantly agrees. 'It's gonna be a long day.' Agreed.

Jazz's POV

'2 days earlier

[Jazz calm down, she's fine.]
[You don't know tha'… she's actin' different.]
[I'm sure Ratchet's right Jazz.] Not comforting.
[An' if she aint?]
[Then she'll tell us Jazz.]
[What if she doesn't Optimus? She still hasn't told us how she pulled off what she did in Mission City.]
[Jazz? Your accent… it went.]
[Yeah, 'cause I care for her. I'm worried 'bout her.]
[We'll talk about this later Jazz.]
[Alrigh' Jazz out.]

With that my comm. link turns off and my mind wanders to my new charge.
She's keeping something from us, but why, what? She can look after herself and she held her own against Megatron. She's special in her own way; the sparkling has taken to here already. When she spaced out, I panicked she looked so scared and I couldn't help her.

"Hey J. You alright?" is her concern real or fake?
"Yeah, I'm fine. How 'bout ya?"
"I'm fine. Can we go for a drive or something? I need to get out for a bit."
"Sure, let's go." With that I shrug back down into my alt-mode.

While we're driving, her mind seems elsewhere.
"Ya alrigh'? Ya spacin' out a bit."
"I'm alright Jazz. Just thinking."
"Bout'?"
"Bumblebee." was the short answer I got.'

Now that makes sense. She considers Bee a little brother which was why she was thinking about him.

"Hey, S?"
"Yeah Jazz?"
"How is he your lil' bro?" she shrugs before she answers.
"I don't know. He just is." Storm looks up at me and smiles before turning back to Bee.

Storm's POV

When I turn around to look at Bee, I see Jazz's smile turn into a frown. 'I wonder what's up with him.' Maybe he's jealous of your familial love with Bumblebee. 'Maybe…' Sam's staring at you. Time to tell him to talk. 'This is gonna go downhill.'

"Sam, talk. What's bothering you?" I ask with a frustrated edge to my voice.
"What? Nothing's wrong. What made you think it is?" Sam answered with a defensive edge to his voice.
"You have been staring at me since I said that I have been hearing a voice in my head. You've been looking at me as if I am mental. Now talk." I say with an authoritative tone to my voice. I see Sam look around deciding if he should speak or not. "Go on Sam. I don't care what you think. Wait, let me guess. You think I'm crazy and think that I should be checked out or maybe sent to an insane asylum. Huu? Why don't you tell everyone what you think?!" By this time I know my eyes must be black with a blue ring around the pupil. I'm also shaking and see Sam cowering under my stare and anger.
"Storm calm down. I'm sure he doesn't think that…" once Ratchet see's my glare he stops half way through the sentence.
"You know what Storm? You're right, I do think that. No sane person hears voices in their heads! You are a freak!" that was like a slap in the face. Don't break. Let me help. 'No, I'm fine let me handle this. Time to make him feel guilty.'
"You know what? I considered you a brother something that I should have seen as a bad thing the moment I did. I should have gone with my instincts that day and ran. That was by far the biggest mistake I have ever made." With that said I send one last glare his way before I walk towards the forest. "Consider me moved out." I say without turning back to them with a cold tone. "I'll get my stuff now and be gone before you get back. Jazz, Ironhide, give me a lift?" I hear two affirmative noises and wait until Jazz is next to me to get into his alt-mode.

^You alrigh'?^ Jazz asks through the radio.
"I'm fine. Not the first time I've been called a freak."
^That doesn't mean that Sam was right to say that Storm.^
"I know Ironhide, it's just…" I trail off as I'm not sure on how to mention this to them.
^Just what youngling?
"This isn't the first time I've had a voice in my head. Granted I don't know this one but I've got another voice in my head."
^Wha' ya mean S?^
"Well, you know when I said I never go against my instincts? I can't or rather it's difficult to."
^How so Storm?^
"Well my instincts are like a separate personality or voice in my head. She's always right by I went against her when she said I couldn't trust Sam. Guess I should've listened to her."
^Has she gotta name S?^
"Yeah, she has J, it's Lightning. Anyways, let's continue this later after we get my stuff. It shouldn't take long."

When we pull up I notice that Ron and Judy are out. This will make it a hell of a lot easier. 'Yeah, it will. We won't have to explain this way.' I walk through the front door and go upstairs and to the first door on the left. While I'm packing up the few things I have, I hear a knock at my door. When I open the door, there are two guys standing there who I don't recognize. I grab the closest one and pin him to the wall with a dagger at his throat while I point a hand pistol at the other.
I manage to growl out "Who are you?" before the one I'm pointing my gun at, who's the shorter one, starts to talk.
"Whoa, calm down S, it's me Jazz, and the one ya pinnin' ta the wall is Ironhide." I glare at him to show that I don't believe him. That's when the one I'm pinning to the wall talks.
"When we first came here, I showed off my cannons and you said 'I'm going to say this now. I NEED them, not WANT, NEED! There is a bigggg difference.' And my reply was 'I like this femme.'" When he says that I finally believe them and quickly pull my dagger away from the human Ironhide's throat and the gun away from the human Jazz.
"How are you human?"
"Ratchet has been working on a holoform which is a solid hologram."
"Okay and you couldn't have told me this earlier so I didn't try and kill you because…?"
"Sorry, bad choice on our part."
"This all that's in ya room S?" I see Jazz's holoform looking at the three boxes I have full of my stuff.
"Yep, I don't own a lot, I travel light generally as it's rare that I stay in one place for more than a few months. This was the longest time I stayed in one place as I've been here for 4 years." I smile at them and we each grab a box to take to Ironhide's alt-mode to put it in the bed. When we get outside we see…

AN: And that's the end of this chapter. I know it was probably mean of me to make this a cliff-hanger but oh well. Let me know what you think. Fav, follow and review please.