I OWN NONE OF THE TRANSFORMERS!

"Bee's radio"

.:: commlink::.

'Thoughts'

"Dialogue"

Flashbacks/the past

Primus

Optimus Prime's POV (still)

The femme's optics widened in shock.

"Can I ever?" She whispered. I felt a swell of relief and nuzzled her midsection affectionately. Elle gave a weak giggle and rubbed my audio receptor and helm. I then put her down and transformed, opening the driver-side door for her.

"Get in." I told her softly. The little femme struggled, but eventually got in and sat down on the seat. I gently wrapped the seat-belt around her and held her firmly. "Do not worry, the windows are tinted." I stated softly. She nodded, stroking my wheel with soft fingers.

.::Autobots, I am coming with the femme.::. I commed. There was cheering that broke through.

.::What is her name?::. Ratchet asked.

"Femme, what is your full designation?" I asked softly.

"Elle Taryn Fusien." She whispered, rubbing the seat-belt that I had wrapped around her. I repeated the name to Ratchet.

.::Her medical records say that she has had a collarbone broken by crowbar, several dislocations in several places, at least 200 stitches in the past two months from cuts and whip markings, all going unexplained. She has gone into three comas before, the first at age five, the second at age 10, and the third at age 15.::. Ratchet reported. My spark almost gave out at the new information.

.::How long had the comas been?::. I asked quietly.

.::Her first was four months long, the second was six weeks, and the third was seven months.::. Ratchet said, outrage and shock in his voice.

.::I should blast that mech to ashes.::. Ironhide growled harshly.

.::Ironhide, we do not harm humans.::. Ratchet snapped. .::Even though I wholeheartedly agree with you.::.

"Optimus? Are you okay?" Elle asked, clutching my arm-rests.

"I am functioning properly, Elle. Do not worry." I said, pleasantly surprised that she was worrying for me. I felt a flush of pride and affection for the little femme and tightened the seat-belt ever so slightly. She relaxed against my seat and rubbed soft circles on the leather.

.::You've gotta soft spot for 'er.::. Jazz stated. I smiled.

.::She needs someone she trusts. I am glad I am that person.::. I murmured through the comm. Ratchet laughed with Jazz and I rolled my eyes. .::Think what you want, you slags. We shall be there shortly.::. I commed, then cut connection.

"Where are we going, Optimus?" Diana said.

"To meet my comrades and a boy who can save your world from the Decepticons." I replied. She shivered.

"Is one of them named Starscream? With red eyes and turns into an F-22 Raptor?" She asked, her voice small and weak. She was shivering, but a body scan showed that she was not lowering temperature. My energon ran cold.

"How do you know him, femme?" I asked. She placed her head on the middle of my wheel and started crying again, wrapping her arms around her midsection. I had seen femmes cry before, and comforted an amount myself. But Primus, seeing Elle cry hurt my spark.

"So all the nightmares are real. They're really real."She hiccuped and I was startled.

"What do you mean, sweetspark?" I asked. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm.

"I've been having these weird nightmares, always the same one, ever since my last coma. They've always been of a mechanical man/robot who would start beating me like mean man did. It would be black as he dragged me to another room, where he was speaking to someone with a cruel voice, saying 'Of course, Lord Megatron', over and over. Then he would start beating me again.

"Recently, I've been dreaming of a planet Starscream called Cybertron, with mechanical bots like him all over, first at peace and living in harmony, then fighting each other in mass-killing battles. One side had blue optics, the others had red. Death, death, blood, carnage, and more death. I always wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, and not able to fall asleep after." She whispered. I was shocked, and realized I had been transmitting what I had been hearing through the commlink.

"And a bot just like you was leading the blue-optic side." She whispered again.

.::She dreamed about the history of Cybertron!::. Jazz said, alarmed. .::She saw you, and Starscream, and heard Megatron!::.

.::The femme needs her recharge.::. Ironhide grumbled.

.::No wonder she's so exhausted and weak.::. Ratchet murmured. I tightened the seat-belt around my little femme as my friends and I pulled into an abandoned warehouse.

"Where are we Optimus?" Elle asked.

"Sweetspark, I need you to be quiet. I will explain soon." I mumbled to her.