Shadow: Hey everyone! This is the 8th chapter woo!

Ok I noticed I have one question... Yay My first!!

Dear dandyparakeet, Your very correct as to what has happened in the story so far... Only the Autobots didn't make Darkwave into a sparkling... She allready was a Youngling, just in a full grown femmes body.

Wave: Darn right I ain't no sparkling! The differance between the two is... A Youngling is more like a human Teenager. A Sparkling is like a human Infant or young child.

Shadow: There ya go strait from the horses mouth... Er... Well Kinda... Enjoy the story!


Last time on the Crystal Angel…

Ironhide smirked. "Take a look at your refection Little one." he said as he walked out the door.

Darkwave glanced at her reflection in the wall beside her.

Looking back was a small silver Femme about 4 feet tall with two small spines sticking out of her head like antenna, Large Blue optics blazed back at her as she lifted her hand to touch her face.

Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Blur, all looked up as Ironhide walked threw the door of the Rec Room.

No sooner had he done this a Shriek echoed threw out the base.

Ironhide sat down with a cube of high grade and chuckled Jazz, Sideswipe and Blur, rushed towards the door. "I wouldn't go out there if I where you, There's one very angry Femme In Medbay."


Present…

Dark wave struggled to get at Ratchet threw the magnetic field that had been turned on to keep her on the bearth.

"What Have you Done?! My Body! How am I suppose to go out looking like this, I'll be the laughing stock of the Decepticon army! What about my wings I cant stay on the ground for ever!!" Wave ranted.

Ratchet sighed, the ringing in his audios had just dissipated.

He turned around and glared at the Femme. "I had to create you a new frame. The one you had before is in need of a Full Reconfiguration. With out it your spark would need recharge every 12 mega cycles with out it your spark would be extinguished. This is not permanent, and will do until your body is repaired."

Both sent glares that could melt metal at each other, Optimus and Prowl walked in.

Both Mechs paused as they gazed at the small silver femme magnetized to the metal berth.

Prime tried hard not to chuckle at the look the Femme was shooting at Ratchet, clearing his vocalizer Prowl flinched slightly as Both turned their heated glares on them.

"Good evening Ratchet, I see our guest here is functioning well."

Ratchet scoffed as he turned and clicked of the monitor next to Darkwave's berth.

"She's on your hands now Prime. She'll be reformatted as a toaster if she stays here any longer."

" Says the ancient Scrap heap" Wave muttered under her breath.

As Prowl picked her up by her scruff bar Wave hissed and tried to scratch at The black and white Mech's hand and cursed when her short arms couldn't reach.

Prowls face plate twitched as he fought back a grin, Prime nodded to the medic as Ratchet covered Waves old body with a thick piece of cloth, then turned and followed Prime out of the Med Bay and down the hall.

The three "Bots" and one rouge "Con" entered into the conference room.

Inside the large room was a huge round table with chairs circling around it, most of the Chairs where fell with mechs.

A few of them chose to stand the light din of conversation hushed as Optimus walked into the room and took his seat.

Prowl dropped Darkwave into an elevated seat next to him and Ultra Magnus.

She hissed as Ironhide across the table smirked at her and waved.

Only to get cuffed over the head by Prowl.

"Hush you.."

The silver Femme just rubbed her head and glared up at the tactician from the corner of her optics.

"Greetings fellow Autobots, I have called this meeting here today, because I am looking for willing Teachers for a youngling who has just recently come in to our care."

Several optic ridges rose and as the mechs around the room glanced at the small Femme.

Wave replied to the gazes with a wicked sneer.

"Thought I must warn you she is not to be handled lightly. She has spent most of her creation under the care of the Decepticons there for her... manners are some what lacking."

Prime case a glance at the sulking femme who glared right back.

She opened her mouth ready reply with a smart remark but stopped when she was flicked upside the helm by Prowl once more.

He didn't even glance down at her, Magnus gave her a warning glance from the side of his optics.

"I do so have manners. Just not for autoscum like you." She thought to her self.

With a huff she crossed her arms and sat back trying to burn a hole threw the table with her heated gaze ignoring the rest of the meeting.

A Few of the older Mech's raised their hands.

Surprisingly Bumblebee and Sideswipe raised their hands as well.

Sunstreaker glanced at his twin in shock.

"Just think… you can get her back for the damage to your paint job if you help." Sideswipe sent over their spark link.

The remark had Sunstreaker raising his hand as well Prime raised an optic ridge.

"Bumblebee, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker are you sure you wish to do this? It will not be an easy task."

All three answered with "Yes Sirs."

Optimus nodded. "Very well Ratchet, Ironhide, and Prowl will be her primary caretakers. Ratchet will you teach her basic medical procedures?"

The medic nodded and cast Wave an amused gaze.

The femme snapped her head over to Prime and was about to argue but was cut off.

"Ironhide will you teach her basic Marksmanship?" The Mech Grins and nodded.

"Hey wait..!" Darkwave tried but was cut off once more.

"Prowl will you teach her scholasitc studies?" The black and white glanced down at the smaller femme then gazed back at his Commander.

"Yes sir."

"Hey! who are you to say what I do or Don't do!! I don't plan on stickin around long enough for you to teach me any thing!"

Prime turned his gaze onto the small femme. "Would you rather us send you back to Megatron?"

Wave stepped back the spines on the top of her head laid back as she ground her dental plates and looked away.

"I didn't think so. These are the rules that are to be followed. One: You are not allowed outside the base with out an escort. Two: You will do whatever your teachers or caretakers tell you to do or not to do. You also will report to me every seven solar cycles to make sure you are doing your studies. Any and all punishments will be handed out by Prowl as he sees fit."

The mechs around the table nodded in agreement as the meeting came to a close.

Wave was picked up by Prowl and carried out of the room as the Mechs dispersed.

They walked threw the base until they came to a doorway next to the Medbay.

Prowl punched in a code and set Wave down as the door swished open.

"It isn't much but it will do. If you need anything Ratchet is just next door. Ironhide and myself are just down the hall. Here is the code for your door. Your studies will begin in two solar cycles until then familiarize your self with the base." The Mech then turned and left the room.

Darkwave smirked as the door closed behind him. "Like I'd stay here…Those Autobots are more foolish then I first thought" she thought to her self.

She took her time looking around the room, everything was bare not even a Dust bunny under the recharge berth could be seen "A lot cleaned then the Decepticon base" she thought.

A desk and computer sat on the right wall next to her recharge berth that was right under a small window, just perfect for her to crawl out of.

A security camera perched in the corner beside the door watched her every move.

Wave smirked as she climbed up on to the recharge berth cursing at her new size as she slipped a few times before getting situated.

Off-lining her optics she set her systems to come out of recharge around 1 am.

Mean while...

A red, white, and blue bot was spazzing out as he watched Darkwave slip in to recharge.

"We going to raise a Decepticon youngling! She'll stab us in the back when we're not watching. or she may even be a spy sending Megatron our security codes as we speak!! We all gonna Die!!"

Jazz placed a hand on the bots shoulder. "Calm down Red be for you shot somthin out. Ratchet made her new Frame, don't you think he'd think of some thing like that? We're monitoring all in coming and out going transitions. Prime's taken steps to ensure the safety of the base and the Autobots."

Red alert looked up at Jazz from his station. "I still say she's going to pull something."

Jazz laughed. "Prime wants to give her a new start, but he's not stupid. He knows she's going to try something. She's a "Con" It's in her programming. I'm going to go recharge. Call me if she pulls a Blaster from subspace." He said with a chuckle as he walked away.

Around 12:50 am a tendril of electricity climbed up the wall under the security camera.

A soft pop sounded as it shorted out a wire in the lens.

Back at the security consul, Redalert looked away for a moment to talk to one of the other Bots on duty.

The screen that held the picture of Darkwave's sleeping form flickered for a moment before returning to normal.

Back in Wave's room...

A single blue optic came on-line as a smirk crept across her face plates as the other came on-line as well.

"I'm not called Darkwave for nothing." She murmured.

Sitting up Wave stuck her hands next to her helm and wiggled her fingers as she made a face at the camera.

Snickering she looked up at the Window calculating the distance, force, and velocity need to get to the sill.

Walking to the edge of the berth she ran a few steps before leaping towards the window.

Wave panicked slightly as she started to descend before reaching her destination.

Her hand shot out just in time to catch the ledge before she face planted the Berth below.

Pulling her self up, she placed the claws of both hands on the glass and twisted.

Wave cringed as the high pitched sound of cutting glass filled the room, soon a hole large enough for her to slip out of was cut in to the window.

With out a second glance she crept out the hole and replaced the missing glass before vanishing over the edge as she leapt to the rocky ground below.

The Ark was buried into side a mountain, but if you looked hard with the help of sensors, scanners and such, you could see bits and pieces of it sticking out of the ground.

As much as she hated to admit it, she had to give them credit.

They new how to hide well.

If she hadn't just jumped from one of the Arks windows she would have never believed it was here.

Her smirk turned to a grin as she gazed out at the stars And drawing In the air of freedom threw her cooling systems before vanishing in to the trees. Back inside the Medbay Ratchet smirked as he watched a plip on the screen move away from the Ark.

"Prowl Our guest has decided to take an early morning stroll. I'm sending you the signal to the tracker I installed."

"Signal confirmed Prowl out."

A police cruiser and a silver Pontiac solstice sat in the shadows of the base.

Their engines roared to life as their headlights lit up the forest before them.

"I was hoping she wouldn't try this. Must younglings always learn the heard way?" Jazz asked as he followed Prowl and Darkwave's signal.

About a half an hour later both Mechs transformed and hid in the shadows.

Wave strolled threw the trees pleased with her plan.

"Now to get rid of the Ground pounder look, and get my wings back" She muttered.

"Ack!" Wave cried as she tripped over a root and face planted into a mud puddle.

"Ugh… I'm starting to hate this planet." She growled pushing her self to her feet.

"Aw don't feel that way. It's a real nice place once you get the hang of it."

Dark wave nearly jumped out of her new armor at the voice.

She looked up to see a blue visor and a pair of blue optics gazing down at her. "

Aw Slag"

She wasted no time in taking off threw the trees.

Jazz sighed as Prowl glared at him.

"What?!" Both Mech's Transformed.

"You couldn't stay quite for an astro-second longer could you?"

Jazz only shrugged as he cut the sliver femme off.

Darkwave spun around only to meet Prowls open door.

"I suggest you get in. It will not be pleasant for you if I have to transform."

Wave hissed at the Mech. "Like pit I will. I'm not going back to that slag hole."

Jazz had transformed after wave had turned her back "Such foul language for a young femme. Well if you won't get in willingly then I'll have to help you."

The silver Mech grabbed her by the scruff bar and deposited the youngling femme in to Prowls passenger seat a seat belt secured her to the seat.

Ignoring the femmes violent threats and foul cursing he closed the door and turned towards the base.

Just as he pulled away Jazz cried out just as the place Prowl had been sitting exploded.

Star screams laughter filled the air as the seeker aimed his null ray at Jazz. "Say goodbye Autobrat!"

To be continued


Wave: I'm Going to kill you shadow!! you just love making my life a living pit!

Shadow: Flees Snickering "You do the perfect G1 Starscream Wave!!

Wave: Screams

Shadow: hehe anyway I would love to give props to my & faithfull reveiwers!

Speacial thanks goes to...drum roll...

Amethyst Authoress,

Elita One,

dandyparakeet,

Master of Minds,

haha21,

Dragon260,

Bumblebee's Girl,

Thank you all for your reviews and reading this story...

Until Next time.

Shadow signing out...