Windscream was wiping herself down with a wet towel when someone knocked at her door. She had gotten some quarters weeks ago it was nice being around all the Autobots, they were so kind, and she didn't think she would be able to thank them enough.

"Just a minute!" she yelled from the washroom. Wiping away the last bit of blue liquid from her chassis she went to answer the door. Upon opening it she was face to chest with Optimus Prime.

"S-sir?" Windscream asked looking up at the masked face of her leader.

"May I come in Windscream?" he asked with his deep heroic voice. She nodded and stepped back getting nervous. Windscream was always nervous around leader types. Optimus stood in her room like a giant to Windscream. She wasn't used to looking up at someone, made her feel very weak.

"W-what is it s-sir?" she fidgeted with her fingers.

"Why don't you take a seat?" He asked quite aware that his presence was frightening her.

"I'll stand sir, but you can have this chair." Windscream pushed a chair towards Optimus before retreating into her child-like fidgeting not looking Optimus in the optics.

"Why do you do that?" Optimus asked noticing how she wouldn't look at him. Windscream looked up this time.

"D-do what?" she asked still not looking up

"Not look at me in the optics." Answered Optimus this time she looked up into his optics.

"S-sorry where I come from not looking someone in the optics is a sign of respect. Meaning we respect their authority…" she fidgeted again looking down once more. Optimus' optics softened at her compliment; obviously she was trying to say she respected him.

"Its okay but it would be better if you looked us in the optics because some might say it's disrespectful." He said calmly. Windscream looked up

"T-that's n-not what I meant t-to do if anyone thinks that!" she was worried that she had offended any of these kind mechs. Slumping down she sat on the recharge chamber looking down

"I was a failure back home why wouldn't I be here?" she said to herself. Holding her head in her bronze hands. Optimus was saddened by this usually kind and joyful mech's words.

"You're not a failure. You helped us win out there." Said Optimus, it was true Soundwave would have hit him and Megatron would have hit him. Windscream sighed looking up at Optimus, her purple optics now a little more blue.

"Thanks Optimus… but… I just…" she sniffed wiping a tear away from the side of her face "I miss them you know… my family… all gone within moments…" Optimus was confused.

"What do you mean by that?" Was Cybertron destroyed?! Was his home gone?! Windscream noticed the worry in her leader's blue optics. He probably thought she had grown up on Cybertron.

"I didn't grow up on Cybertron Optimus… I grew up far away on a Cybertronion colony formed who knows how long ago… but like you we had a civil war too… and now it's all gone…" She looked up at him sadly. Optimus put his hand on her shoulder.

"The best way to make pain go away is by talking about it." Windscream nodded and took a deep breath before she spoke…

… It was still night when a young Windscream woke up. She was just a young adult now. Rubbing her black helm she sighed heavily. Judging by the position of the moon it was very early in the morning. Sighing again Windscream got up and walked down to the kitchen to eat something since she would be going on a mission in a few hours. Windscream held a military position, as did most of the inhabitants on this colony. Today she was going to the mine that was on the moon their station orbited.

Energon collecting… whoopee. She thought sarcastically as she grabbed a cube of energon and laid her head facedown on the table. Huffing she looked up at nothing in particular taking sips of energon as she thought. She was a long-range specialist not a slagging cadet! One of the greatest snipers! And yet they sent her on frivolous missions. Windscream had overheard others talking about how she was a cold-blooded killer. So what if she was good at killing. That's what war is… killing. Not much else to it. Being raised by a military general didn't help much either. They probably sent her on useless missions because they didn't want it to look like favoritism. Windscream got up from the table after taking one last sip of energon.

Might as well get to command she thought, maybe if she got done with her energon retrieval mission they would let her enter some combat! Jogging to the command center as she always did Windscream found that only few mechs were up. She rolled her optics inwardly. This was a war. They should be alert not sleeping like Sparklings! As soon as Windscream opened the door she found some sluggish mechs working around. These guys had been up all night working as they're shifts were coming to an end. They all ignored her as she walked to the mission central. Like this was new. Windscream was the outsider, a fighter, nothing but made for war. Most of the mechs had given her the nickname Demonscream. It hurt because she didn't want to be a demon; she was just good at combat. Why did she deserve such a title? There were worst mechs out there!

Whatever. Why disappoint them? If they wanted a demon so be it! Who am I to let them down?! Windscream said to herself,she had learned to shrug it off by now. In-fact at this stage of her life she didn't mind the title when it sent shivers down her enemies' spine. Not like they get to see me fight. She complained to herself. Arriving at command Windscream spoke to the captain waiting for clearance for her to leave. The yellow mech checked the files on his computers then nodded. Not like he needed to but protocols are protocols.

"Windscream you are clear for take off. Have a nice flight." The mech tried to say sympathetically knowing she would rather be fighting than doing this scrap again. What was this? He wondered, her tenth time up to the mines? The captain knew she would be better off fighting but no one acknowledged her existence as a warrior, brushed aside like scrap. The captain watched her go. Though she stood tall he could tell this was her tenth time of being disappointed.

Windscream flew the old fashioned way, by staying in robot form. Better to conserve energy doing this useless scrap so she would be ready to fight if someone ever let her. The solar collectors where past the marble of life that was occupied by primitive beings; a silent sigh escaped from her mouth as she continued.

Windscream was on her way back from the mines carrying energon when clicks came through her spacial communicator

"Help… we… combat… slaughtered!" the line went dead, Windscream watched in horror as her home explode before her optics. The blast and now junk from the station she had called home pushed her away from all she had ever known. She tried screaming but no noise escaped into the cold void of space. The station wasn't far from the small planet Earth. The base had been built over Mars, the mines being in made close sun to absorb energy from solar flares. Hurtling through space Windscream was pulled into Earth's atmosphere. Windscream felt like she was going to melt as she fell finally feeling a strange sensation of being cooled. Daring to open one of her optics she saw that she was just falling. No one was here just her falling into a beautiful world.

Is this… heaven? Windscream had wondered but she soon realized that if felt pain then she would still be alive. But her consciousness was soon gone when she felt the impact of the crash. Everything went dark from the jarring impact and from creating a dent in the ground. She still held a single energon cube a small reminder of how she arrived.

Millions of years later the Autobots and Decepticons crashed near and began fighting, one of their many conflicts took place where a hill in the middle of the desert was. This hill was the spot where poor Windscream had crashed so long ago. The Constructicons caused tremors that by shoke the hill where Windscream had crashed causing it to loosen just enough so the dormant energon to land on the sleeping femme. Her purple optics came online. Realizing that she was alone Windscream just laid back down it wasn't worth it, nothing was left she was alone. But suddenly she heard noises above and metal clanging. Hope soared in her Spark maybe not everyone was destroyed! Picking up her rifle Windscream blasted a small hole in her earthy cavern that let just a needle of light. Sitting up rock fell off her dark body. Voices could be heard from above and that gave so much hope that Windscream used the small energy reserve she had to stand up and punch through the rock. Picking up he energon cube she stared at it. What was is for again?

Oh primus. My memory banks are screwed up! Shaking her head only small things remained. Fighting, breathing, and how she ended up here. Then it clicked. Energon was energy to use. Downing the cube Windscream felt better and climbed out of the hill. Looking around she saw nothing.

Joy. Just what she needed more time to take in the fact she was totally alone except for the sound of jets passing overhead. Quickly Windscream took on their form before changing back into her new robot form. The jets though began descending and soon transformed into robots too. Her Spark felt full of happiness. Other mechs like her!

"Hey!" she waved at them but she didn't miss the aggressive gesture the crimson one made by raising his gun that was attached to his arm. Rolling out of the way Windscream pulled out her rifle and began firing back. It was great to fight again! They must have been part of the enemy forces back home.

"There's no need to fight anymore! Its been destroyed!" but they didn't listen and continued firing this was going nowhere fast! Windscream saw the black and purple jet disappear with a flash. Warping is such a cheap trick! Keeping on her toes she fired at his friends. The warping jet reappeared too fast for her to react knocking her out with a strike to her head.

… And that's when… well it gets...violent." She said. Windscream trusted Optimus with her life but telling him the details of her capture was going to be too much. Optimus' optics held so much sympathy. He understood now, she was built for war and now with her home gone she was a 'bot with no purpose anymore and nothing to lose. But she seemed happier now. Optimus wasn't blind to the way she was around Bumblebee and he was glad that Windscream was given a second chance at life. Not many had that opportunity.

"I understand now. And remember, we will always be here for you. You are part of our family now." He said standing up he saw Windscream's optics light up with joy. She was happy and that made him smile under his mask. He got up to leave when he heard Windscream

"Thank you Optimus. You are right, talking about what happened did take away some of the pain." She got up and bowed to him before standing up straight. "That's another sign of respect." Optimus looked at her again smiling under his mask.

"Well I'm going to eat what the human call dinner would you join me?"

Windscream's optics sparkled with happiness and she nodded. Getting up and following her leader out of the door to the Mess Hall.

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And so we see into the past of Windscream. Optimus is a great leader ( G1 Optimus owns all others btw) He cares so much ^^ But MAN he is TALL! Seen that guy?! AND HE CAN DO LIKE THE MATRIX! G1 foreva!