Disclaimer on 1st chapter.

At the moment I don't really care, if I was with the Autobots or the Decepticons. Reasoning for this should be sort of obvious by now. I was going to be sick. All the spinning, bouncing and shaking that happened, while I was trapped in this metal death trap. Had really taken it's toll, on my systems. So whatever was in my systems was really threatening to come back up now.

I briefly try to remember what I last ate before I died. Lets see a diet cola, a chicken salad wrap, and some French fries. Okay memo to self, don't die on a semi full stomache, and then accept offers from alien gods to be reborn. You will end up regretting it. Believe me...you will regret every moment of it. Agh...I'm so going to hurl. I hate being sick. I hate it!

Primus, you are a evil glitch, and I hope you can fucking hear me, you bastard! I thought angrily. I don't care if Primus can hear me or not. I was pissed damn it! I wince as my stomache or tank turns violently inside me. Yep, I was definately going to be sick, if I get moved around again. I wonder how much longer, do I have stay in this stupid sphere thingy. I try too keep my attention away from being sick. Let me tell ya, it's a hell of a lot easier said, then done. I begin to wonder, what I really look like. Was I a seeker or not? I also try not too move around to much in fear of throwing up.

I always hated being sick, and regurgitation was the one thing that I had always hated the most. I really wish Primus, gave me some kind of manual or something. So I could have been better prepared for my new life. But no...he just decided to drop me into this world, without so much as a warning or a heads up. All he told me, was your new life and then he dropped me into this life! I glare upwards and snarl softly.

Okay old man, someone better get me out of this metal death trap, thing-a-ma-thing or whatever the hell I was in! You had your fucking fun, at my exspence I have you know, now come on! I thought angrily to Primus.

I guess Primus finally got the message or something. Since the sphere suddenly shuddered, and it gave off a very loud hissing noise. I insteantly tensed at the noise, and even stiffen. I didn't dare move in fear of being sent spinning again.

Oh for the love of the all spark! What is it now?! I wondered almost fearfully. I didn't have time to process what was happening, before the sphere was forced opened with a loud deafening screech. The god awful sound, reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. That was when a hand suddenly darted inside the sphere towards me. The wires that had been supporting my body, insteantly released me with hissing sounds, as those wires retracted insteantly within the sphere. I squeaked loudly as I fell forewrad into the being's hand. The hand then pulled me out of the sphere rather quickly. A little too quickly for my liking.

The sudden motion was too much for my systems. My tank or stomach lurched pass my control of not being sick. "What the-?!" was all I heard before whatever was inside my tank or stomache came spewing out of my mouth, and hitting who ever was holding me. Sadly I just got sick on someone. I was hoping, that I wouldn't but somethings are beyond one's control. I was temporary blinded by the bright lights of wherever I was at. So naturally I couldn't see, who I just puked on, and I was too sick to focus on whose voice I just heared.

Eventually my vision came into focus as my surrounding became clear. To my relief, and surprise I was greeted by wide blue optics. The being that held me was none other then Ultra Magnus. He had this startled, and alarmed look on his face. I then noticed that he had this glowing Barbie doll pink color fluid dripping down his armor. I could see, and hear Wheeljack laughing his head off at what just happened.

Bulkhead was starring at me, like I grew a second head or something. His optics were comically wide, and his mouth just hung open. I could clearly see that we were at the new Autobot base, so this was during the Beast Hunters season of Transformers Prime. I could see other Autobots approaching us.

"Looks like the kid, really likes you commander." Wheeljack said as he was trying to calm down, from his laughing fit just seconds ago.

Before Magnus can say anything. My tank painfully lurches again, and I basically barf all over him again. Once I believe it is over, I give some painful hiccups, and chirps. Poor Ultra Magnus, I kind of feel bad that I just puked on him twice. Then again maybe not. I was never really a Ultra Magnus fan to begin with.

"BY THE ALL SPARK! IS THAT A SPARKLING!?" Everyone screamed as they stared wide optic at me. Their exspressions were priceless. Best way I could describe it was if they suddenly saw a army of giant scraplets, about too attack them or something. I don't see the humans anywhere. I was tiny bit relieved at that, and at the same time very disappointed.

I chirped sadly, before I hiccupped painfully almost at the same time. "Yeah...the poor sparkling, is sick." Bulkhead said as he looked at me with a concern look.

I was hiccupping painfully, and Ultra Magnus was trying his hardest not too shudder. My throw up or regurgitated energon was slipping between his armor. He was strangely quiet as he held me. Did I ever mension, that I hate the color pink? No? Well regurgitated energon, that looks like glowing Barbie doll pink slime, is far worse especially since it gave off this very strong putrid sour like smell. A smell that could easily make any human loose their stomache.

"Can't say, I blame the poor thing from being sick. We were tossing, and shaking the kid up pretty roughly. Since we were sort of playing keep away, with the Cons. While the poor kid was inside that thing. The poor sparkling, must have been terrified." Wheeljack said pointing to the open metal sphere on a transformers size table bench. I was never ever going back inside that metal death trap ever again.

I was then quickly taken away from Ultra Magnus by Ratchet, who had ran over to check on me. How the hell, does something that big made of metal, move that fast with out any noise?! It's not natural, I tell you! Then again...what i'm going through right now, was in no way natural either. So I can't really talk or complain about that. The sudden gentle movement of me, being taken away from Ultra Magnus. Caused me to spew out more of that pink slime, this time however it landed on the floor. Ratchet must have had the foresight too move me, at the right moment. So he wouldn't be barfed on, can't say I blame him.

"Ratchet, is the sparkling okay?" Arcee asked in concern, while voicing the other's concerns out loud for my well being besides her own concerns. From the looks of it.

"I don't know, until I run a full scan on it." Ratchet said frowning as he glances down at me.

I then hiccupped painfully in Ratchet's hands, as he holds me close too his chest. I saw Optimus' very concerned looking optics looking at me, as Ratchet carries me away, to medbay. He was walking quickly, as he's making soft cybertronian sounds to me, which I can't understand at all. Since I don't speak cybertronian, let alone able understand it. Maybe in time I would, but until then I would be much happier if he would just speak English.

I hiccup painfully again, while he carries me close too his chest. I was well known for being very stubborn, and hard headed at times. I also supposingly had a temper, that rivaled that of a pissed off mother dragon guarding her clutch of eggs. Me being sick, usually brought out my more aggressive side of me. So I can't help but wonder who is going to my new creators or parents? Also how are they going to deal with my aggressiveness, let alone my temper? I then hiccup painfully again.

PRIMUS! I hate being sick! I screamed loudly in my head, while I chirped sadly.

To Be Continued...