I was sitting up, leaning against Bluestreak weakly. I wasn't sure how I had even finished the transformation, I didn't know if Ratchet even knew. A weak moan escaped my lips, pulses of pain still lighting up my circuits.

My muscle cables were clenching. I couldn't tell what I really looked like, but I could kind of see how I was constructed. My protoform as Ratchet had called it was pretty much their version of being naked, however I wasn't really showing anything embarrassing because of the thin metal that covered my spark casing and lower regions.

I swallowed hard and inspected my legs. They were long, longer than they were as a human in proportion. The protoform armor was crafted elegantly to act almost like skin over my muscles. I could see outlines of my muscle cables and energon lines, but the thin metal flexed with them like skin.

Blinking, I looked down at my servos. The silver metal shimmering under the fluorescent med-bay lighting. I could see that I had more joints in my servos than I had had as a human. The sound of footsteps made me look up; Ratchet was approaching with a cube of an odd pink liquid in his servos.

"This is energon, and you need to drink it. This is what we do instead of eating." He said.

I gave it a wary look as I took it shakily. Gentle black servos slipped over and around my shaking ones. I looked up to see Bluestreak whom had shifted without me noticing. I felt... wired, hyper… jittery almost, and I wasn't sure why.

His blue optics drilled into my own as he gently helped my take a sip, I was shaking like a leaf. My wings, I don't know if I would ever get used to them, were shivering, and flaring constantly. My processors were being bombarded with information, the simplest change in how someone was standing had the delicate sensors lighting up immediately.

The shimmering pink liquid had a look to it like oil mixed with water did on a bright sunny day. A purple and blue tint was swirling through it and effectively breaking the solid color up. The taste was a mix between being sweet like fresh strawberries from a field to have the faintest taste of how diesel fumes smelled.

I looked away embarrassed as Blue had to help me intake the energon, I felt a lot better after a few sips of the liquid. I felt stronger. My servos were able to hold the cube and not shake as much.

"H-h-how...?"

Ratchet and Blue blinked gazing down at me. Blue tilted his head and sat down beside me, watching me in concern. It unnerved me… his intensity that is. It could almost rival Ratchet's, only Ratchet's gaze held a look that you dare not challenge.

"What?" Ratchet spoke calmly, his optics holding mine with that intensity that I hated.

"H-how d-did I change s-so fast." My voice still stuttered, but luckily it was beginning to sound stronger. Ratchet scowled and looked peeved. I flinched.

"My best guess is that it has to do with that bio-signature you were giving off... it was so similar to the All-Spark. If so, then it would make sense."

I blinked in confusion. I was thoroughly lost. I do remember Optimus mentioning the All-Spark and explaining it to me, but I wasn't sure what it had to do with this.

"W-what do you mean?" I felt gentle servos swiping over my wings in just the right way. It wasn't provocative in the least; but it was relaxing and sent a feeling of sleepiness through me. I flicked my wings into the gentle servos of Blue, craving a touch that didn't promise pain. I shivered and took a sip of the energon; it sent a tingle down my throat as it settled in my tank.

"The Allspark was a creation of Primus, a Cube of immense power that could create worlds and fill it with life."

I nodded quietly, listening intently to the medic as I sipped my fuel.

"My theory… is that you absorbed a decent part of its power somehow, this being said, the Cube was regulating its power through you and changing you so that you could become one of our species. When it sensed that you were offlining, it sent a surge of power through you to keep you alive and effectively forced you to change."

My processors felt... hot. My mind was swirling with the new information. A gentle servo touched the side of my helm.

"Ratchet I think you made her glitch! Her helm feels hot like Prowl's does when he glitches!" I heard Blue say in a panic.

I gently smacked his servo to get his attention.

"I'm fine... just gobsmacked."

His optics dimmed for a moment in confused before they brightened. "OOOOH. Okay."

I raised an eyebrow-optic ridge- in amusement. Okay that auto correcting thing is gonna get annoying really fast...-Processor updating-. I growled lowly as it corrected me again. Smart aft processor.. .oh that's great now I'm calling my subconsciousness a smart aft as if it's sentient! I suddenly felt the growing urge to face palm, but I fought the urge.

"So you think that this... this thing has been keeping me online?"

"This thing is our race's creator!"

I winced at the angered expression of Ratchet. I would have to tread carefully if I didn't want a wrench to the helm.

"I didn't mean it like that Ratchet... I'm just saying... why me?" The room was silent for a good minute before broken by the mech behind me.

"Maybe because you're a femme and the Autobots need femmes?"

I slowly raised an optic ridge and turned to look at him.

"Are you implying what I think you're implying?" I saw the way he froze and looked to Ratchet then back at me. He raised his servos up with a nervous expression.

"I... well I-I-I... don't be angry! It's true!"

I flared my wings with a sudden feeling of vulnerability. I don't know where it came from, but I felt suddenly... very scared! As if the two mechs in the room would harm me. I tensed up and felt myself sink back into my mind, an odd but familiar feeling of terror taking over.

I heard Ratchet distantly telling Bluestreak to back off from me. Heard him murmur something about femme protection codes activating. I lunged from the berth, my legs tangling and tripping. I hit the ground with a loud crash. My processors whirling and trying to find a sense of balance. I looked up, everything felt threatening towards me. I drug myself under the berth and curled into a protective ball, my wings quivering. They only wanted to use me for children? -sparklings- Sparklings... they only wanted... only wanted... only... o-only... Everything darkened as I glitched.

When I came to, I found myself to still be curled up under the berth. When I onlined my optics all I saw was a pair of intense blue optics staring at me. I jumped and felt my wings slam into the top of the berth, a loud wail of pain escaping from my lips. Pain lanced across my sensors, heavy and powerful. My vision flickered, coolant flooding my optics.

"Bumblebee! Don't scare the poor thing!" I heard someone snarl.

Bumblebee pulled away and emitted warbling beeps and chirps looking guilty. My cooling fans kicked on as I tried to vent, a black and white mech similar to the one named Prowl that I had met entered my view. He had a visor over his optics and seemed bemused.

"Hey there lil lady. Ya gonna come out or is someone gonna have ta drag ya out?"

I blinked in surprise at his accent but tensed. I wasn't coming out! Those mechs were already planning to force themselves on me! As if reading my thoughts he spoke in a dry voice.

"We ain't gonna hurt ya lil lady. We ain't Cons."

He seemed sincere. He even sounded sincere… like he really meant that, but there was no way that I could believe him. I looked at him suspiciously. I was prepared to tell him and his accent to go frag off when I picked up the scent of someone I knew, the scent of Blue.

My rational side screamed at me to go back out there, but my irrational side ruled by my fear told me to stay. I was conflicted with no small amount of embarrassment. There was a sigh as the mech scooted back.

"She ain't comin out."

"Frag it all to the pit Jazz! Drag her out!"

"An' what'? Mentally scar tha poor thing more than she already is?"

I winced at the tones, wondering if I should just come on out when the berth was suddenly lifted up as if it didn't weigh anything. I looked up slowly to see the mech called Ironhide. He was holding it up with one servo, his optics intense. I let out a squeak and curled into a tighter ball, shivering.

"Why's she so scared?" Jazz rumbled.

"Bluestreak just happened to mention something he shouldn't have."

"Don't 'e always? He can't keep 'is mouth plates shut for nuthin!"

"Hey! I resent that!"

"Silence!"

The new voice was calm, almost robotic, collected, and severe. I peaked through my arms to see the mech, Prowl, walking toward me, his door wings flared. Something in me recognized the look. This mech was strong and powerful, he could protect me from these mechs.

"What are you doing Prowler?"

"It is Prowl, not Prowler. If you have not noticed the femme is currently terrified. Perhaps showing brute strength and constantly continuing to pursue her is not the best way to approach. In this state she would be looking for someone calm to relax her instincts."

"Ya mean her internal programin' tellin' her we're all a threat?"

"Yes, Jazz. That is exactly what I am stating."

"Now dat's just cold."

I looked up to see Ratchet and Jazz watching me. I couldn't see Bluestreak but I knew he was there. Suddenly the black and white mech, Prowl, was kneeling before me. I curled into a tighter ball with a soft squeak. A gentle servo was softly placed on my helm, touching my chevron.

"It is very illogical for you to be afraid of us, we will not harm you. Autobots do not harm femmes."

I slowly looked up. They don't? My optics locked with his and I found myself relaxing and looking around the med-bay in confusion.

"What am I doing on the floor?" I murmured quietly, processor reeling.

"You ran from us after Bluestreak foolishly mentioned his thoughts." Ratchet said dryly.

I looked around and spotted Bluestreak looking at the floor dejectedly. I slowly uncurled, my wings twitching.

Glancing up at Prowl as he stood and walked off with a miffed expression, I forced myself to get on my knees and then slowly stand. My body didn't want to stand, forget about walking, but I forced myself to do it. My balance sensors were going haywire, my wings flicking every which way as I made my way to Bluestreak.

"You okay?"

"I didn't mean to frighten you! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking about how it was going to sound! I just meant that with the number of femmes being so low that maybe the Cube turned you into one ya know? I'm sorry that I offended you! I'm so sorry!"

I was extremely confused and didn't really follow his rant, but I bot the basic message. He was sorry. I smiled weakly.

"No it's my fault... I just... reacted... based off of past experience." The only thing I could think of was what those men had done to me. Suddenly his expression looked even guiltier. Maybe I should work on my comforting skills.

"Great... I made you remember what your sire and those glitched out fraggers did to you! I'm a horrible mech! Primus..."

I winced and tried to think about how to get him to relax. Nothing came to mind. He kept talking, going on and on about how horrible he was. Finally, I couldn't take him beating himself up anymore. Leaning forward I grabbed his jaw and kissed him on the cheek.

He shut up. I heard the door close distantly as the others left awkwardly. I paid no mind as gentle servos slowly lifted up grab my shoulders. The kiss was awkward to say the least. I'm not sure why I did it, or even what made me do it… but what's really weird, is that somehow… I didn't regret it. Heat burned up through my core, my cooling fans kicking on to cool me down. He looked as disoriented as I felt.

"I won't apologize for the kiss 'cause it would be a lie, but it was my fault." I murmured softly. His optics burned into my own with a serious look I hadn't seen on him before.

"Don't blame yourself." He whispered, his servos tightening on my shoulders.

"Then don't beat yourself up." I snapped snarkishly. We had a mini glaring contest for a minute then two before we both glanced away. I pulled away from him and wrapped my arms around myself. He was gazing at me quietly, his optics softening.

"Fine. I don't beat myself up and you won't blame yourself."

I smirked. "Deal." Now that that was over I had just one thought on my mind: Where the frag could I get some armor? I was freezing my slagging aft off.