All the Cons had heard the tragic news that their favorite squishy was lost and was in the hands of their enemy. No one had blamed the police cruiser, pit! They blamed the yellow scout and their squishy for butting in non of their businesses.

Because of that, a spike in the Decepticon activities reached great levels. It was not because they wanted attention or to get her back, they had understood the words Barricade had said... they did it mainly because of frustration. They are ordered to not do anything that will upset Shein or to endanger her, so basically, no rescue missions are planned until later notice.

Megatron who had claimed leadership again, had also loathed the news. Hook had made it clear to him that attaining the femme back would be more disastrous for she could die with them in the retrieval mission.

For all the Lord cares, she could just die and be done with it but never will he truly admit that she was now an important organic nuisance in their faction. That human femme would have been one of his high ranks if she were just like them. Megatron like that squishy, that he would even let her do whatever she wants with his faction. A sparkling she is, as he doctor had said.

The events that happened right now made him loathe the times he had spend with the femme. He also couldn't help growl in pure lethal anger for the Autoscums... they had their own squishy, what do they think they were trying to do with theirs?

All the frustration had build up that week that they just couldn't take it anymore, they have to let it out don't they?

Learning from the femme, Megatron ordered missions, from hard ones to easy ones to put is mechs frustration into use. The femme had told him that their faction isn't going to last long if they all can't communicate with each other with such negative feelings being pooled in them. They all have to let it out or else, their works and missions would be in jeopardy. Without his orders though, some had already raided a fuel station, some had raided the military, some had even put the Autoscums into their fit of rage.

Megatron couldn't help be exasperate on the way their faction was crumbling and striving to be still tamed. He had realized how deep Shein had bore in them.

Grumbling, he went back to base, leaving Soundwave with the insect that was celebrating the 'bitch's abscence. If he doesn't stop saying that, he should be prepared of what Soundwave or Laserbeak could do to him. Both of them had also liked the femme to an extent that they would kill others. Why? Because she had saved the mech's symbiot, Laserbeak. She had even tried to save Ravage, putting herself in harm with taking contact with energon just to fix him.

The femme cried for Ravage when she couldn't save him. That was something Soundwave had held onto. She even thinks that it was her fault. That led her in doing unnecessary things for him and his symbiot. They had really appreciated Shein until a bond had formed between them. Soundwave was now the second Con in a place within the femme.

But back to what was happening, Megatron could only smirk as his jamming underling growled out of anger at the human while still in his new alt mode. "Soundwave, we still need him. Don't do anything to fail me." Megatron's smirk turned into a growl. He doesn't admit it but he also wants the slagging organic to be dead. If it weren't because he was a good asset to their plan, he would have squished the organic himself.

The Lord could have snickered from the way the mech glowered at him. That was the first time ever that the youngling showed his pending disobidience for that mech is the most loyal one to him in their faction.

"Soundwave: acknowledge. Laserbeak: do not" That was what he heard in his comlinks.

The once Lord High Protector, snicker in amusement. They will really need to get that femme back if ever he wants their soon to be slaves be alive and fully functional.

The Autobots had been confused on why the increase in of Decepticon activity for the week. They had been very busy just because of it and it was taking all of their wires to not fry out at each other. Even Rachet was a little grumpier than usual.

"Rachet... you need to shift your gears..." a feminine voice said from behind them. They were currently in the med bay as Rachet huffed and cussed everything in his way minus her that is...

The girl that had lost her memories after that event with Barricade. She had woken up three days later after severe medical care that the CMO did with the help of the human medics. They were all happy that the girl didn't go into the coma that Rachet says she could have gone through.

Sam and Bumblebee had visited the girl those three days as well as the other Autobots, old and new. They were all making sure that she was still okay and coping while sleeping. Eventually, they have to leave and continue their jobs after a few hours or so.

This week though was hell for every Autobot but most of all, for the young Witwicky because of the other faction's actions... Sam cursed the Decepticons every now and then whenever he had the time to not think about the next meeting with another high ranking government agent that represents their nation to address their distress.

Presently, the boy was on leave by the order of the CMO because of the stress and lack of eating he was going through... He had pulled rank and got Sam to leave the job to be in his care. He doesn't care who replaces the boy in his absence as long as that new liaison wouldn't make his self an even more liability to them.

Sam was currently being checked up by Rachet. Because... this was the day that the 'rank-pulling' is official... The boy had settled in front of him without his 'oh-so-stupid' formal wear, clad only with his loose boxers. The medic couldn't help but wince from the amount lost in such little time. Even Bumblebee didn't like where his charge's job was taking them.

"That will only work if those glitch headed Decepticons all deactivate, Oen." Ironhide said.

The black mech had been at the wall for a couple of kliks now, waiting for his turn on getting his firing system to work. After the mission he was in at Saudi, his firing systems had failed after being worked nonstop. It was no point in continuing to jump from continent to continent without his guns so he came back.

And yes... they call her Oen... Oen because that is the only thing that she could remember about herself. The military and the Autobots had did their research on her but all they got was nothing... no records... no face match... nothing. They even had looked at different continents if she was a foreigner but it was still fruitless. They just left that behind at the second day of her wake.

"And if these slagging glitch heads stop endangering their healths... " the yellow medic sigh in frustration making Sam wince when he felt the rising anger in the doc's spark. The Allspark was making him more aware each time that passes with the Autobots. Now, he could feel heat signitures, radiation, emotion from their sparks and even more that a normal human can't do.

"Still... you should rest..." that was the 30th time that she had told him to get some rest that day and that is what it took the doc to burst angrily at her.

Sam had wished she had stopped pestering him about the topic because at that second, Rachet's wall of professionalism had broke.

"Then who would fix these glitched heads injury, huh, brat?! Primus! Just let me be and stop pestering me of how I should rest my aft down! It is not like you can replace me! Jolt isn't even here!" Both the boy and Ironhide had winced at furious demeanor that was looming over the girl though she wasn't flinching even the slightest.

She just looked at him with a sad face. "I would, if you just let me, Rachet..." she said straight in his face plates. She had even looked him in the optics showing her sincerity.

"If it would make you rest, i'll gladly take on the job." She added with an earnest smile that made Rachet choke as she patted his cheek plate. He knows all too well that he needed rest from the heavy load he had since the week started. She was the start of it... maybe that is why she wanted to be of use to him.

On the other hand, Rachet didn't notice her leaving her position to go to where his examination table is. She then faced Sam who was curiously looking at her. Don't get him wrong... He knows that she was a nice catch but she wasn't his type. For a 23 year old woman she was, she was more like a mother to him or a big sister. Never was she a girlfriend type in his eyes. Those forest green eyes of her was like seeing the forest making him calm in different levels.

"Okay, Sam... since I don't have a scanner, i'll be just monitoring you by the weight. I want you to take these vitamins and eat your proper meals. I need you to report to me every meal you take. Bumblebee will assist you on that." She smiled at him with those motherly eyes that held concern. He slowly nodded his head and took the pills that he promised not to forget to not upset the woman.

Then, Oen turned to look at Ironhide who also look back at her.

"Come on you big black mech... get over here and show me a diagram of your diagnosis on that firing system of yours." Ironhide steadily walk and did what she asked.

About now, Rachet was observing the girl. He saw what she did with Sam and it was a splendid way of handling the boy. Sam had visibly relax when she said her medication of him. Something that doesn't occur when he was doing medications. Maybe it was the fact that she was a gender opposite of him but that wasn't it as he remembered the times he had used his female holoform nurse on the boy without seeing that effect.

Maybe later, he could ask Sam of his unusual behavior. He would just focus on what was happening now in Ironhide's side as she look back and fort the diagram that the weapon specialist had provided.

After a few kliks, she started working. It took everything in Rachet to not ask how she did it with just a snap of her organic fingers. Even Samuel was gaping at her while Ironhide was looking through his cannon and firing system that is now fully functional and 100% upgraded to another level of strength of blasts, as he reported. The doc 'bot asked for the weapon specialist to let him check again and so it is...

Ironhide has just gotten an upgrade.

"How did you do it?" Rachet asked the girl that was now looking hopefully at him. Her eyes saying 'I was good, yes?' or 'You can now rest, yes?'.

Rachet nodded, answering the silent question and looked disbelievingly at the girl.

"So then! You can rest and leave everything to me! Though... may I have permission in using your equipment?" She asked so politely that he couldn't help but nod.

In Rachet's processor, he was amused and amazed at Oen. But one thing was still running in his processor... he could understand that she could possibly been a nurse before she had lost her memories to help aid for Sam but fixing Ironhide's firing system with just the diagram that the black mech provided? It made him uneasy...

The Decepticons had wanted her... they know something about her that his faction doesn't know... seeing this event and high caliber of skills in fixing... maybe this could be one of the reason she was hunted.

Rachet will have to report this to Optimus. Maybe Oen is just like Sam...

She was important...

Important enough that she were nicely hidden by the Cons from them.

He couldn't help think...

Who are you little femme to have garned such attention?

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