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PLEASE DON'T KILL MEH

I Don't Need One

"Guardian...?" Violet questioned as her eyebrow rises.

"You are correct, Violet." Answered Optimus.

"I can take care of 'er. She ain't half bad." Jazz commented with a grin. Violet looked up to the Mech who brought her inside of this Autobot base. I mean...I don't really think I need some giant robot breathing down my neck... She thought rather bitterly.

"I've already decided who will be her guardian, Jazz." Optimus stated, he then turned his attention to Prowl. At the moment was just looking at some of the screens. "Prowl?" He questions him.

Prowl didn't turn around, but he did reply. "I am assuming you want me to be the guardian of this femmeling? I would believe Jazz is a better choice than me."

Jazz chuckled and shook his helm. "Oh c'mon, Prowler. Ya can deal with 'er."

The second in command doorwings twitched slightly at the nickname and sighed. "Jazz, use my designation. And Optimus, are you positive?"

Before Optimus could respond, Violet speaks up. "Um, I'm just making a point here, but it would be nice of y'all not tossing me around like some softball. I'm a person, I think I can handle myself. And I don't really think I need someone to breathe down my neck when I know I can handle myself. Gamy backs me up." The teenager looked down to her Australian Shepard who tilted her furry head to the left.

"You're incorrect. You will need someone to be there when there is a Decepticon nearby. I would not think of it someone is constantly checking up on you, but this is our job. We protect defenseless beings." Prowl stated.

"Oh so now you're saying that I'm defenseless?" Violet said slightly, with anger. "Oh honey, you don't have any clue how well I can handle myself."

Prowl turned around and stared her down with a stoic expression. "Believe me when I say, you cannot. Especially with Decepticons. Skywarp almost had you in his servos if it was not for Jazz."

Violet crossed her arms and glared at him. "Do I really have to deal with this robot as a guardian?" She questioned Optimus.

Jazz cheerful expression turned into a somewhat of a scowl. "Listen 'ere lil'lady-"

He was soon interrupted by Optimus who put a servo on his shoulder to calm him down. "Don't start, Jazz. I will talk to her." He removed his servo and looked down at Violet. "Follow me, Violet if you will." He then started to walk towards the hallway.

Violet rolled her eyes before she does follow him, once they were both gone Prowl makes a comment. "Quite disrespectful that femmeling is." Earning a mutter from Jazz. "Jeez, ya think?"

Violet getting impatient, she sighed with annoyance. "Yo, where are we going?"

Optimus did not respond as he kept walking, making Violet feel more anger within. "Gah! This is ridiculous! I mean seriously! What was so important that-"

"Calm down. There is no reason to be so angry. Stop saying things on impulse and think." Optimus said calmly, not really looking at her.

Violet huffed. "I'm not acting with impulse! I'm just thinking that this is stupid and irrelevant! What's the point?!"

Optimus suddenly stopped whenever they both reached a room as he then walked in. "Come."

Violet just glared at him before she growled lowly before she stubbornly walks in. "If you have a really brilliant reason why you brought me into your room, then please. EXPLAIN SOMETHING!"

Optimus sat in his chair and without warning Violet, he gently picked her up and sets her on his desk. "Tell me something about yourself, Violet."

Violet crossed her arms. "That has nothing to deal with anything!"

Optimus then nods. "Yes, yes it does. What is your favorite color?"

Violet was getting more angry by the second. "Why is it so important?!" She then saw a small smile tugged at his lips as she then frowns in question. "What?"

"You share similar qualities to Prowl, femmeling."

"Don't compare me to that emotionless jerk!"

Optimus raises a servo to make her stop speaking. "Silent, young one. Let me explain." Violet just grumbled before she actually lets him speak for once.

"Reason why you are so much like him, is because of the fact you think it is unimportant to tell someone your favorite color. You feel like that has nothing to deal the way you act, yet it does. I believe your favorite color is red because it signifies passion. You are passionate, yet you're emotionless yourself. You do have some anger problems, but all in the end you don't care. You act impulsively because you feel like you must make a statement. You feel like you need to be in the conversation because you feel like your input matters. Which makes you love to argue and in the end, you're were the one who was right. Although that Prowl may not show it, but he is the same way. Prowl is just much much better at hiding his slight anger than you."

Violet just stared at him with her eyes wide. She couldn't even begin...how much he was right. Her favorite color is red. She just never thought of that way. It was like he saw through her. Was she really exposing too much of herself? And I thought I was good at reading people...this guy is a pro! Violet thought. Her head slowly turns away.

Optimus then said wisely. "It's okay to be passionate, it however is not okay to be a bully." That made Violet's body tense up. Violet then realized as her face visibly saddens.

"Maybe that's why I've never really had any friends..." Violet mumbled guiltily. "Because I'm too much of a bully myself..."

"It's never too late to improve, youngling. Always remember that." Violet...felt more calm in his presence. She will admit that to herself. She remembered when she felt like this...she sighed before she nodded gratefully. "I get it...thanks Optimus."

The pair returned back to the control room where Prowl and Ratchet were currently talking.

"That would be useful yes. That type of formula would be quite hard to acquire unfortunately." Prowl pointed out.

"I know that, Prowl. But there may be to get it." Ratchet then interjected as he pointed it out on his screen. Prowl peered with his critical optics. So...he wishes to construct this device...interesting, but there is a 42% of this actually working. He's just implying hope on this. That's irrelevant. Prowl thought cynically before he then noticed Optimus and Violet striding into the room. Here comes the disrespectful femmeling. But what should I expect? She is after all a youngling.

Violet saw Prowl's gaze upon her and as usual, his stoic expression showed nothing what he was thinking about. But she had a good assumption. Oh well...Violet cleared her throat and rubbed behind her neck sheepishly as she says. "Prowl? I want to say that I'm sorry..."

Prowl raised his optic ridge at her. "You're apologizing for what?"

"For calling you a robot." She mumbled quietly, looking away and at the ground. She felt his pouring gaze and for a moment though he was burying is optics into her. Making her feel small...That's the second time today that I've felt small...UGH.

Prowl finally spoke. "You're forgiven." Which makes Violets body actually release tension that she didn't know she had.

Violet sighed softly and decided to stay quiet. Knowing she could cause more unwanted drama. Could have been more sincere, Violet. Oh well right? I always leave some sort of bad impression.

"Prowl, would you be her guardian?" Optimus asked his Second in Command, finally breaking the silence.

Prowl studied Violet for a moment or two before he just nods, blankly replying. "I will."

Violet surprised by this action she looked up at the black and white Mech with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what he just agreed to. Especially how she treated him before. Was he really willing to deal with her attitude…? By his tone with her, he about had enough with her. Why...that she wondered.

"Then I believe it is past her curfew. I suggest getting her home." Optimus stated. Violet noted that Optimus knows a lot of things about human customs...that honestly surprised her. Who knew that giant sentient beings can actually know a thing or two about their customs. This made the curious teenager wonder. Do they have their own type of customs? That sounds more interesting to me than anything. What's their history like? Why Earth? I can ask Optimus I guess for those type of questions, but I don't want to be annoying to him...so...maybe Jazz? The teenager ponders deeply before a honk disrupted her thinking and jumps. She sees that Prowl was in his vehicle form and his door opened for her.

"Do you wish to go home to your Creators or not, Violet?" Prowl asked her.

Violet cleared her throat slightly and walked towards him, sliding inside and brings Gamy in. Letting her sit in the other seat as the door closes. "Is the pet really necessary?" Prowl once again asked, he didn't really see the point of a dog as a companion.

Violet pouts and nods. "Yes! She's my old girl, been with me my entire life. Don't you judge her, she knows a lot more than you think." Gamy barks in agreement, putting a smile on Violet's face. Until she yawns. Prowl drives out of the base, being quiet as he catches Violet slowly drifting off into sleep. That's when Prowl felt something rather odd in his spark. He didn't know exactly what it was, but seeing her peacefully sleeping it was like he just wanted her to be like that always. No nightmares. He wanted to...take care of her.

Most peculiar...The mech thought.

Heya guys! It's been a long TIME. Like seriously ;-; I'm so sorry for not writing for the longest time now, if you've read my Author's Note then you would have seen I was going through things that I just couldn't really write anything.

Thank you for being patient with me. I appreciate it dearly.

Until next time!

Bai bai guys!

(I'll see if I can update before next Thursday)