Khalthar's Notes: Yes Autobot femmes will be brought into this story, but that will take place later in the story. Right now, only a couple of months have passed since the Battle in Mission City, so there's a lot left to happen.

Much to my displeasure, Ratchet had literally stolen me away by claiming me to be 'not physically strong enough and very prone to illness'. Primus he is such an aft. Wait... what? Where in the pit did that come from?

I face palmed irritably. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I felt different... I even thought differently. It was scaring me a lot. It didn't help that I had plenty of time to think over it and such, being as Ratchet constantly held me prisoner in the med-bay.

I glared at said medic's back plating. I really wanted out of the 'bay and he wouldn't let me. A growl of frustration escaped my lips. Running my hand through my hair, effectively disheveling it, I examined the ground. The drop wouldn't be too bad, I mean I'd done it before... so I could do it again... right?

I glanced up at Ratchet again, he was busy muttering and tinkering. My lips quirked into a mischievous grin as I carefully slid the heavy blanket from around my shoulders. Shifting closer to the edge I placed my toes on the very end of the metal, my heels barely balancing me. Glancing down I silently prayed that it would work again; taking in a deep breath I jumped.

I kept my gaze on the floor, I felt like I was approaching way too fast. A second before I could hit the ground I felt that weird electromagnetic fluctuation and suddenly I was floating. I grinned as it disappeared, my feet gently landing on the ground.

I quickly looked around for shoes, seeing none I grimaced. Great, the floor's slagging cold too... I glanced up at the berth suddenly longing for the blanket. Shaking my head, I quickly ran barefoot from the med-bay.

The blue sweat pants were hugging my body tightly while the white long sleeve had the opposite effect, both pieces of garment had been supplied by Ratchet. It's better than a paper gown I suppose. I thought with a shudder.

I looked around the hall silently, people moving to and fro, all were in uniform and moving past me without a glance. On occasion someone would give me a faintly curious look, but then they would move on their way.

I bit my bottom lip as I was unsure of which way to take, I always got lost so easily. I looked around the huge hallway; the intersection was a four way. Oh come on... how hard could it be to find my way outside! I thought all the while giving a dramatic sigh.

I growled softly and made a left, stalking down the hallway I found myself at another intersection. This one only had two ways: left or right. I glared at the concrete wall before me and decided to make a right. After all, I knew that if I made a left I'd be going back the way I came.

The second I saw the next intersection I felt anger welling up inside of me. How slagging many intersections do they need? I clenched my hands and just kept going forward. After more than an hour of moving through intersections aimlessly, I gave up on ever getting outside and just walked to feel my muscles move.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this; after all, Ratchet had stated that unneeded activity could speed up the nanites. I had no idea what was happening within my body, but I was unfazed. If it was my time, it was my time.

Exhaustion crept through my body as I walked. I knew I should not have been so worn out, but my body apparently did not know that. Sighing softly I paused in the deserted hall-way and let my back slide down the wall. This hall was equally humongous as were the others, so I knew bots may or may not come through here. Perhaps I could ask one of them?

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the idea of asking one of them how to get outside. Primus, this is just great... Not a second later I felt the ground quake a little. Looking up I saw the mech that Optimus called Prowl, he was Optimus' second in command.

I swallowed when those icy blue optics landed on my dark brown eyes. He silently came closer, his door wings flicking. I briefly spotted police insignias on both of them, with the words 'to protect and serve' written in an elegant font. His shoulders holding the insignia of the Autobots.

"Are you alright Miss Mondschein?"

I blinked in surprise. I didn't think he'd know my full name. I silently kicked myself internally. He's the Autobot second in command! He's bound to know everything about everyone! It's his job!

Realizing he was still waiting on an answer, I pulled myself from my inner aft kicking and nodded faintly. He really didn't look convinced if the way his optics narrowed and his metallic lips pursed were any indication.

"You do know that Ratchet has been searching for you."

I swallowed heavily trying not to crack under the pressure of that gaze. It maybe a trick, maybe he's doing the good cop bad cop thing! I thought to myself in timid reassurance.

My more sarcastic side spoke up snidely only seconds after, completely bashing and crushing my self comforting thoughts. And how do you suppose he's doing that with one bot?

"I am waiting on your answer Miss Mondschein."

I winced and then lowered my head. I murmured the words weakly, my resolve cracking.

"I left the med-bay looking to get fresh air, then I got lost... and then I got tired and have been sitting here a good twenty minutes until you came." I mumbled the words softly and slowly looked up. I knew he had heard every word though, those narrowed optics told me that.

"You are in trouble with Ratchet; he did not give you permission to leave."

I scowled at that and slowly stood up, my legs felt weak and didn't want to work with me.

"I don't need a babysitter!" I snapped. Then my legs buckled. I gave out a loud yelp of surprise, but before my head could hit the ground I felt warm fingers slide beneath my upper back. Looking up slowly I stared up at Prowl.

"I am taking you back to med-bay. You should not be out here in such a condition, even less so without proper pede protection."

I whined, pleaded, and whimpered as he 'escorted' me back to the devil himself. I really hated authority figures.

Prowl walked in with me curled up in his servos, during the walk I found myself migrating to rest against his chassis. I felt him stiffen as I got closer to listen to his spark, but I could have cared less for all it was worth. I don't know what's coming over me, it just felt… right. There was no other way to explain it.

I was snoozing; the sound of his strong spark pulsing in my ear was extremely calming. A second later though, that warmth and beat was gone. I couldn't help what happened next. I reached out to him like a child was and made a whimpering noise. His optics zeroed in on me, Ratchet stopped trying to carry me away and silence engulfed the room; ringing with the intensity.

My eyes widened as I dropped my gaze and let my arms settle on Ratchet's fingers, I curled into the fetal position and lay there in his palms. Embarrassment colored my pale cheeks, my heart was thumping quickly moving my blood way too fast, I was quickly getting dizzy. Suddenly I heard a croon from Ratchet, a finger slid down my back silently and I found myself responding by relaxing out of my fetal position.

"Interesting. She is acting like a sparkling."

"I know Prowl, she's changing. Now out!"

I curled up into my ball again, quivering in fear, a door slammed shut telling me that Prowl was gone. Yay, now I can be murdered with no witnesses.

Bluestreak POV

Tall elegant spire like buildings reached far up to the stars. The dark sky was lit up by the two moons, bots moved in the shadows doing their business. A whimper whispered from a tiny frame that no one noticed, a sparkling curled up in the corner.

Its armor a dull silver-gray, optics a lifeless pale blue-gray. Its wings flicked weakly, the miniature chevron on its helm glinting a dull red. A whistle permeated the air, and then the city was in chaos as it was destroyed.

Bluestreak sat up quickly, his vents hitching as he sat there in his berth. The rooms had just recently gotten finished, so luckily he and the others didn't have to recharge in their alt. Modes any more. Luckily for him he didn't wake up like this around the others, it was too embarrassing...

He sucked in a weak shaky breath and settled his elbow joints on his thighs, leaning over his rested his face plates in his servos. A soft almost inaudible sob could be heard from him as his wings quivered.

Why didn't anyone understand why he talked so much? He only talked to drown out the memories, to drown out the screams. Shivering again he sat up and scrubbed the coolant from his face plates. Shivering, he slid from his berth and walked to the door.

Pressing the glowing button he moved out and made sure there were no humans that he could possibly step on. Pressing another button the door closed and locked. He ran his servo down his face tiredly and slowly walked down the halls aimlessly. He didn't have anywhere in particular that he was headed, he just needed to walk.

It was times like this in the middle of the night, when he was by himself that he cursed his need to talk. Times like this, when he was all alone, when he had no associate or friend to speak with. He new that a many of the mechs from the Ark, and from other bases he had met, got irritated with him, but it was his coping method… his only coping method.

He looked up seeing the med-bay doors. Pausing in front of them he looked down to the ground and wondered if he should sneak in to see Autumn. He felt bad that he hadn't seen her, but when the Hatchet forbade something it was best to listen. Maybe he's in recharge... only a moment... just a moment.

He stepped forward, the door slid open automatically with a hiss. Bluestreak winced and slowly moved in, his wings twitching constantly in case Ratchet made a sneak attack. He was good about that, really good. You never heard the wrench coming; you only felt that sudden impact.

Walking forward silently he felt more than heard the door close. His wings twitching from the sensors picking up on the vibrations. Optics brightening and switching to 'night mode' he looked around with his night vision activated.

The tiny form on the berth in the far corner caught his attention. Walking over he looked down at the small human femmeling. She was so tiny, so fragile. His optics softened as he reached down and gently shifted the cream colored cotton blanket around her.

Slowly shifting down with a hiss and whirl of his gears he moved so that he rested on his knees. Folding his arms on the berth, he rested his jaw on them.

"I love you... I know you probably don't love me like that, but I hope in time that you will. I wish I could give you the peace of mind that most mechs around here crave, the type I myself crave. I wish I could give you the world... no the galaxy. All the galaxies!"

He was so busy rambling and talking to himself and trying to figure out how he would proclaim his feelings, that he didn't notices the change in breathing pattern. Nor did he notice her shifting until a tiny gasp met his audios.

He blinked and looked at her quickly. Optics met with human eyes, they both froze. One surprised at waking up to find her guardian there, the other was transfixed and a little devastated.

"Your eyes..." He managed to whisper, getting a soft noise from his charge. She slowly sat up and looked up at him groggily, lifting a hand to touch her cheek.

"What?" she mumbled sleepily. The way she started rubbing at her eyes was adorable and incredibly endearing to Bluestreak

"They're blue."

Autumn POV

I was fast asleep, my body twitching slightly from a whirling noise. I felt my blanket shift to better keep me warm, a faint sigh left my lips as contentment swept through me. I could hear a faint noise in the background; I wasn't paying attention to what it was saying… only the voice.

The voice, it was silken and soft, gentle and warm. It was incredibly familiar and brought contentment to me even in sleep. I had to open my eyes, to see who it was. Slowly the heavy fog lifted, a sigh leaving me as I gently stretched out my muscles like a cat would.

Opening my eyes slowly I saw a blurry figure that came into focus; twin electric blue orbs, a crimson chevron and that smooth calm face. Blue... A gasp left my lips, it was soft barely audible, but it caught his attention.

"Your eyes..." He whispered quietly.

I jolted and pushed through my sleep deprived brain to sit up, I lifted a hand to touched my cheek self consciously.

"What?" I mumbled groggily. I rubbed at my eyes tiredly and yawned.

"They're blue."

I quickly woke up the rest of the way and tilted my head. "Blue...?"

"Yes... they're blue..." He leaned forward to see my eyes better causing me to lean back, my arms felt like lead and causing me to flop on my back. A soft 'oompf' left my lips, a chuckle my only answer. I mock glared up at Blue and smiled softly.

"I've missed you." Those beautiful blue orbs stared into my eyes, I loved his optics.

"I've missed you as well." He murmured softly.

I smiled feeling him vent soft warm air over my body. My dark black and red hair fluttering from the disturbance in the air.

I slowly tried to stand up only to find my legs didn't want to work, they felt heavy. Not like the aching heavy of a harsh workout, but like five hundred pounds each heavy. I swallowed hard and tried to move again, they still wouldn't. I remembered when I had tried to lean back, my arms were having a similar problem, but they weren't as bad.

"What's wrong, are you alright? Can you not stand? Did you get hurt or something? Is that why you've been here?" He quickly fired off the questions, but instead of getting confused like I normally would I actually managed to understand him.

It was odd, very odd. Only the bots seemed to understand him when he did that, and that was usually very rarely. I'm changing far faster than Ratchet had first anticipated... soon I won't even be human anymore.

I felt something clench in my stomach, it wasn't exactly fear, but it wasn't butterflies of excitement. A sudden warm finger gently tipped my head up, looking up into the warm face of Bluestreak I offered a weak smile.

"Sorry I was just thinking...I'm fine really!" I could see he didn't believe me. Thankfully he dropped it because right now, neither Ratchet, nor I, had a decent explanation. His gentle servos slid under and around me, picking me up.

"What's going on?" I winced and cursed internally for thinking he'd give up so soon. I mean come on; this is Bluestreak we're talking about. I sucked in a deep breath and cuddled up against his fingers. Glancing up I saw his small grin as he shifted my blanket around my shoulders. I smiled shyly before sobering up.

"I'm not entirely sure... Ratchet said I'm changing..." I murmured the words quietly, trying to think on how exactly I would change. I had a sinking suspicion as to what it was though, and an even heavier one that told me it was irreversible.

"Changing how?"

I swallowed and looked up at him, my now apparent blue eyes glimmering and shining up at him.

"I think I'm changing into one of your kind." I saw his optics widen slightly.

"Into a Cybertronian?"

I nodded. I was watching his expression carefully, I was scared he'd run away and leave me. I was petrified that he'd proclaim me a freak of nature. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

His digits curled around me and pulled me closer to his throat cables, his face hovering over me. I was in awe watching those mechanics in his optics move, twisting and turning. Seeing the smooth plains across his facial structure.

"You have my support all the way, you always have."

My eyes stung, my throat clogged up and I couldn't stop the choked noise that left me as tears tried to fall. I felt warm air vent over me, heard the whispering 'pwssh' from his vents.

"Shh… it's okay, it's okay. Let it out."

And that's what I did. His warm digits gently stroked my back and played with my hair. I cuddled up to his digits my head rested under his jaw and against the pulsing warm lines of his throat; I guessed they were similar to our arteries.

Warm liquid spilled down from my cheeks, my vision blurry. All the while I could feel myself being rocked, a gentle voice murmuring sweet nothings. After what felt like hours the tears finally quit, but the small hiccups and sniffles remained. I picked up on a gentle humming that soothed my frayed nerves.

I wasn't really sure why I had been crying. I suppose it was for my loss of family and now… even my humanity, grieving over my mother and the pain over the things I had lost. Luckily for me I had Bluestreak to make it easier.

I sniffed and listened to the humming, that mixed with the rocking and hair stroking had me sent right off. A soft sigh left my lips as I cuddled further into the large mech, for once I felt safe and loved even with all the uncertainty flowing around.

"Night Blue."

"Good night Autumn."