JustAnAvrageNerd

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The Happenings of The Metamorphos Nebula Masterlist

Project: All-Sight

[justanaveragenerd]

The longest week of their lives

This is a continuation of the introduction of The Happenings of The Metamorphos Nebula, about what happens during the week that (Name) is unconscious, as there are things that I want to add that will make more sense for some of the future routes that will come out. Also there is going to be some obvious cannon divergence in this fic, simply because this is my fanfiction and I'll write what I want damn it! There are also an added character, as you will soon see. I plan on going back to tweak the original story a bit so that I can add a few improvements here and there.  

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FIRST THREE HOURS

The steady beats of the heart monitor filled the room of the med bay. Ratchet, who was checking on the levels of both her water and nutrients bags, let out a sigh just as his optics slowly examined the woman’s sleeping face. 

It had been three hours since (Name) was brought to the med bay. He was still so confused about how a nebula would do this to someone. He could only imagine how excruciating the pain must have been for her, to suddenly grow from her previous (height) to a shocking 25 feet tall. She was taller than most and met face to face with the majority of the cybertronians on the ship.

There also wasn’t way to turn her back without risking something else happening to her should they try to return to the Metamorphos Nebula. All that they could do for her was make her life as comfortable as they could with what they had. 

“How is she?” Ratchet looked up to see First aid walk into the room, bringing in some energon for both him and his fellow doctor. Just as Ambalon entered the room as well, bringing in some more nutrient pouches from cold storage to transfer over to larger pouches.

“She’s still stable, and seems to be responding well to the water and nutrients. But still no sign of her waking up.” Ratchet walked towards the medic and took the energon that was offered to him. He took a long gulp, just as First aid placed his energon down on a nearby desk to check on her vitals for himself. 

There wasn’t a whole lot that he could do for her as of right now, but the least he could do was keep an optic on her. She was someone precious to him, not just because she was the first human he had seen in a very long time, but with how patient and kind she was to him when he was tasked with aiding in her own medical needs by Ratchet. 

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“Please let me know if I am making you uncomfortable at all, this would be the first time I'm doing a pelvic check on a human. So, I'll try not to stare too long… Not that I would!” (Name) let out a soft giggle as she leaned back on the human sized examination table. She had a sheet covering her lab as her feet were in the stirrups in front of her.

“It’s ok, First aid. If Ratchet, my personal physician, trusts you, then I trust you as well.” (Name) gestured to the medic standing behind the mass displaced mech.

“From what I've been told by Ratchet, the human female genitalia isn’t much different from cybertonian valves. So it won’t be too unfamiliar territory for you, you’ll do just fine” (Name) encouraged with a gentle smile that helped the medical bot relax a bit. 

First aid let out a sigh, and gently lifted up the sheet. He realised that she was correct, that what he was seeing was similar to a cybertronian valve.

Ratchet would pipe in with a few helpful notes here and there, as he examined the woman carefully. Once he was finished, he pulled the sheet back down and (Name) smiled at him.  

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She was kind to him, when she had no reason too. Trusted him when she had no reason too. First aid watched her sleeping face, she looked so at peace and miserable at the same time, it was disconcerting. But, she was breathing, and her vitals were stable. She was alive.

Suddenly the woman started retching and gagging, catching the bot off guard. Ratchet spat out his energon at the sound, as Ambalon’s helm snapped over at the sounds as Firstaid immediately opened the woman’s mouth. The medic’s optics widened behind his visor as a silverly, gray sludge started pooling in the back of her throat. 

First aid immediately tried to roll her over onto her side, just as Ratchet and Ambalon rushed over to help. Once she was turned over to her side, the woman unconsciously purged the thick sludge from her body. It fell to the floor with a large ’splat’ as more flowed from her mouth. Once the three were sure that she was finished, they were quick to roll her back.

Ambalon quickly checked to see if her feeding tube was still in place as Ratchet quickly left to grab something to clean her mouth up with. First aid, moved to investigate the sludge. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the sludge had no odor and looked to have the consistency of honey. 

He was quick to pull out a metal scraper and dish from his sub space and quickly scooped up the stuff into it for testing. When Ratchet returned, First aid got up from where he was crouching and quickly walked over to the medic.

“This looks nothing like the nutrients we’ve been giving her, it doesn’t even have the same consistency” First aid said, as Ratchet looked over the sludge, before taking it from the medic’s servos and handing him a clean rag that he had found.

“Get her cleaned up, I’ll take this to the lab to find out exactly what it is made of and keep an optic on her condition.” Ratchet ordered, before turning and leaving for the lab.

First aid quickly turned around, watching as Ambalon gently adjusted the tarp that was draped across her body, and approached. He gently used the cloth to clean up the residue around (Name)’s mouth and cheeks.

“Her vitals are completely fine, like the purging never happened.” Ambalon noted, turning his attention to First aid, who had finished cleaning (Name)’s mouth and face.

“Odd… very odd”

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DAY 1. First hour.

Megatron sat by (Name)’s bedside, reading her poems that he had written. While she was still unconscious and unable to give a response, he felt like she could hear him and that brought him some comfort.

“Megatron” the former warlord paused his reading to look up at Ambalon who stood before him. The mech was uncomfortable, but made optic contact with his former leader.

“Ratchet had mentioned that while you are more than welcome to visit her, we also need to be able to work on her when needed. ” A polite way of saying that they did have visiting hours and he was overstaying his welcome.

Megatron nodded, and watched as Ambalon hesitated for just a moment before turning to work on a report on (Name)’s health.

The co-captain turned his attention back to (Name) as a sudden memory came back to his mind.

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Both Megatron and (Name) were in his habsuite, he was having her proof read one of.his latest works. He was mass displaced and anxiously awaited her opinion, watching as her eyes scanned over her own data pad.

The poem was about a mech lost in his own exhausting madness trying to atone for his crimes. Who was then welcomed gently and accepted by a kind angel who saw how he was trying to change and gave him a chance even though he had caused harm to the ones who were precious to her.

(Name) suddenly smiled and looked over at him. He relaxed slightly under her positive gaze.

“This is amazing work as always, Megs. You're becoming a better poet with each passing day.” The woman praised, placing her data pad back down onto her lap.

“Thank you, (Nick name), I'm happy that it meets your standards. You were my inspiration for this piece.” (Name)’s eyes widened at that, before curiously asking him why.

“You, the only one amongst your kind, truly see that I am trying to atone for my sins. I have done things that I am not proud of, and I have taken so many lives during my tyrannical march.” Megatron began.

“Even though you know what I have done to not only your species, but to the rest of the universe, you still see that I still have some good left in me. Even though I can't see it yet. I will forever be grateful for that, grateful for you.” Megatron watched as her jaw dropped slightly, before she immediately got up from where she was sitting and marched over to him. 

For a moment, he was worried that he had offended her. That thought quickly disappeared when she crawled into his lap and hugged him. He froze.

Never in his life had he been held like this before, been held so gently and felt this warm. She was so warm. He shakily and hesitantly wrapped his own arms around her hugging her back.

“I am so incredibly honored that I could be such a positive influence in your life, Megs. I know you are working so hard to atone. Even though you will have to face the consequences of your crimes once your adventure is over. I can't wait to see the mech you will become, I hope I can live long enough.” Megatron tightens his grip on her slightly. 

She was right, there was a very good chance that she would die of old age before she'd get the chance to see how much he could change. That thought shot a sharp pain of dread through his spark. Human lives were short, so much shorter than cybertronians. 

He knew that once she passed, earth would send another human in her place. Like she never existed in the first place. Someone that would fear him, who would know all the atrocities that he had committed and would go off his crimes rather than who he was trying to become.

The thought made him sick, he didn't want to lose her. The one friend besides Optimus and Rodimus that believed that he was capable of change. The only organic that believed in him.

“I treasure you, my friend. I will keep the memories of our time together close to my spark. For as long as I am allowed.”

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Megatron snapped out of his memories, and looked down at the woman next to him. Still asleep, still alive. He sighed in a mix of relief and dread.

How long would she have now? Would she live a longer life be able to finally see the mech he would become, someone worthy of her friendship and admiration? If so, then she would have to see him face his crimes by either execution or external imprisonment.

That wasn't something that he wanted her to witness. Even then when her job was done, where would she go? If he had to guess, it would take billions of years for them to complete their adventure. Who's to say that earth would still want her back? Even at her larger size. 

He had a suspicion that they wanted nothing to do with her, based on the conversations he had with both Ultra Magnus and Rodimus. How they would avoid the topic of earth entirely when it was brought up. He knew that they were afraid of his reaction if he found out his suspicions were correct.

A faint, but deep rage filled his spark. What would she do if they wanted nothing to do with her anymore? If they barred her from the only home that she had ever known, for something that wasn’t even her fault, something that she had no control over? It was unfair, cruel, it reminded him of how things used to be back on cybertron. 

He stopped himself from having those thoughts, as it wasn’t the time for him to be angry. He used the venting exercises that Rung had taught him and calmed down. He then gently grabbed (Name)’s hand and gently brought it to his dermas and pressed her to his dermas. 

He held her hand there for a few seconds before gently placing her hand back down to the berth. Right now, his main focus was her, how to help her adjust to her new life. He quietly got up from where he was sitting, making sure to take his data pad with him, and left the room.      

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Day 1, third hour

Rodimus, let out a sigh as he sat in his captain’s chair. He should be focusing on finding the knights of cybertron, but he can’t get what the people of earth, (Name)’s home planet said about her. How they wouldn't take her back as she was far too much for them to take back now. It was his own fault that she was like this, and yet they seemed to be punishing her for it. 

It made him angry, unbelievably so. They sent her to keep an eye on Megatron, it was his idea to visit the Metamorphos Nebula. It was his fault that she was like this, and yet she was being punished for it.   

If she really did have the lifespan of a cybertronian now, like what all three medics theorized, he would be damn sure she has a place to live. Whether that would be on cybertron or some other organic planet that was safe for her. He knew that Optimus and his own team would be more than willing to help her out if he couldn’t find something for her.

‘Damn it, I can't get her out of my processor. She’ll be fine, she’ll live…’ Rodimus thought to himself, as his mind wandered to a memory he had of her. Back when they visited an organic planet to refuel and get supplies.

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(Name) was in the observation deck, listening to the rain hit the windows of the lost light while watching the city outside the ship. While this was an organic planet, the air wasn’t safe for her to breathe without some kind of aid. Ultra Magnus had forbidden her from leaving the ship, she knew that it was for her own safety, but she was still itching to go explore. 

“Itching to go out and run around?” (Name) turned her head to see Rodimus approach her, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah, I know that Ultra Magnus is just worried for my own safety and health. But, this is the first organic planet that I have seen in a while. I wanna see what life is like out there.” (Name) said, turning her attention back out to the window. Rodimus was silent for just a moment before answering.

“You know, I could just transform and let you ride in me while driving around. Or just stuff you in my subspace?” Rodimus offered, causing the woman to let out a short laugh. 

“Ha! I better not, Ultra Magnus would have both our asses if he found out! But, thanks for the offer.” (Name) smiled at her captain who shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. So then what do you want to do?” Even though he wanted to go out on a drive, just to see what the planet had to offer while gathering intel. There were already others doing that, and he didn’t want to leave (Name) here alone. While Megatron was here on the ship, he was held up in his habsuite getting some sleep. Leaving (Name) to her own devices.

“I’d like to sit here and watch the rain. I kinda miss the feeling of just standing in the rain, letting the droplets hit my skin. I used to do that a lot back on earth, there was something so refreshing about just standing in the rain.” (Name) explained, noticing how Rodimus shivered at the thought.

“Yeah, you couldn’t get away with that back on cybertron.” (Name) made a sound of acknowledgement. She had remembered Megatron talking about how it rained acid back on their home planet.       

“Oh yeah, the acid rain. Does regular rain bother you, or do you get some flash backs from your home planet?” (Name) asked, looking back to Rodimus who was deep in thought.

“Back on earth? It was an adjustment to get used to, I remember freaking out when it started raining one day and was so confused when I wasn’t melting.” Rodimus admitted, a (Name) gave him a sympathetic look.

The two ended up talking for a good thirty to forty minutes, about their home planets. Sharing stories and experiences that got a few laughs and smiles.

“I gotta take you to my old stomping grounds, Nyon, the highways were always a good drive. And the views are like nothing you’ve seen before ” Rodimus spoke, and (Name) nodded in agreement.

“I’d like that, and thank you”  Rodimus gave the woman a questioning look.

“What for?”

“Well, for starters, for letting me aboard the ship.” (Name) began.

“I’ve made so many friends and memories, this is such an amazing experience to have.” (name) paused for a moment before she let out a quick laugh.

“And thank you for being my friend. You are one of the best people I've ever worked for, I am proud to call you my captain.” (Name) finished, watching as Rodimus’ frame seemed to ruffle slightly at the praise. 

She knew that there were people that criticized his every choice and command, but that wasn’t to say that he was a bad captain. She could also tell that he had his own doubts in his own capabilities as a leader. Like he was doubting that he was really good enough to be a prime.

“I think that you’re doing great” (Name) said, with an honest smile.

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She trusted his own judgement more than he did, like she saw something in him that he couldn’t. From that day on, he considered her a close friend, someone that he could rely on when he just needed to vent other than that Rang guy.

‘She better be ok, or I will never forgive myself for what I've done to her…’

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Day 2, twenty-second hour.

Ultra Magnus was finishing up the report that (Name) had started before the incident. He looked over the rest of her work, realizing just how much she had to do. Not only was she tasked with keeping an optic on Megatron, but she had also picked up a few other jobs to keep busy. She kept track of their supplies, managed the monthly budget, edited Rodimus’ quarterly reports, and kept track of the people of the ship.

Yet, she never complained or tried to push her added jobs back to the others that gave them to her. She worked hard and with a smile, it was something that he liked to see. It was also something that he has grown to miss, she had her ways of making things lively. She would color code things for Rodimus, finding that he had a better time focusing if there were in bright and engaging colors.

What he missed most, was being able to just be Minimus Ambus around her, rather than being Ultra Magnus. He remembered the first time she had seen him without his armor, how she accepted him immediately with no hesitation. How she saw Minimus Ambus just as much of an equal as Ultra Magnus.

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Minimus Ambus had just gotten out of his armor in his habsuite when the door slid open, shocking the mech inside as well as (Name) who was on the other side.

“Ah, darn sensor! Sorry Ultra Magnus, I was trying to knock but the door sensor is–uh.. “ (Name)’s eyes widened at the sight of Minimus outside of the Ultra Magnus armor. Minimus started at (Name) in shock while she stared back

“Wait… you were actually another bot entirely?” (Name) questioned eyeing the green bot up and down. A six foot tall bot that was piloting a forty-two foot suit of armor. Not what she was expecting but she didn’t judge, she was sure that he had his reasons for not telling her.

“Yes, Ultra Magnus is a title. My actual designation is Minnimus Abmus… is that a problem? I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I haven't been able to find the right time.” (Name) shook her head and smiled.

“No, I don't have a problem with this at all. Though I'd like to know if I should still call you Ultra Magnus or Minimus Ambus while you're outside of the armor?” Minimus scanned over (Name)’s face, trying to find any sort of judgement, but found none. The Mech relaxed and vented.

“I’d prefer to be referred to as Minimus Ambus while I am outside of the Armor, now I'm assuming there is a reason as to why you are here?” (Name), suddenly remembering why she was there in the first place, took a few steps closer to Minimus and showed him her data pad that she had been holding.

“It’s about the budget, I've been running the numbers over and over and I keep hitting this brick wall. It feels like I'm missing something, but I don't know what. Everything has been documented but it feels like there’s some shanx that is missing.” (Name) explained, showing Minmus her spread sheet and the total amounts.

The two spent hours brainstorming on where that money could have gone, when they realized that Whirl had been boasting about some new weapons that he had gotten from Swindle. It didn’t take long for the two to put together that Whirl had somehow gotten his claws on the missing shanx.

“So that’s where it all went.” (Name) was satisfied that they were able to figure out where the missing shanx went.

“Yes, looks like I’ll have to lecture him…again.”

“Looks like you’ll have to lecture me as well, since I’m supposed to keep track of our budget.” surprisingly Minimus shook his helm.

“No, no. Originally that was Rodimus’ job, with how much you have on your plate it is only natural that you’d slip up.” Minimus defended.

“Still though, I took the job as I wanted to be of more help around the ship. Everyone works so hard to keep the ship and everyone on it safe, I want to contribute in some way other than shadowing Megatron.” (Name) said. It was respectable how hardworking and dedicated (Name) was to her work, though she seems to have taken more than she could chew.             

“If that is what you wish, but please do take your own health and how much you can handle into consideration. If it ever gets too much, please let me know and I will help you as best I can.” (Name) smiled, and nodded her head in understanding. 

“I will, also, I’d like to see you out of your armor more often. I quite like this Minimus Ambus, no offense to your title, but you’re far more relaxed and at ease while you’re yourself. It’s nice to see you like this.” 

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“Hmm… we’ll have to ease her back into work, let her adjust to her new body once she wakes up. Perhaps I'll see if there is anyone else who’d be willing to take up her workload.” Ultra magnus muttered to himself, sorting through the various datapads. A sudden thought crossed his processor, something that he overheard her mentioning to Megatron a few months ago.

“I wonder where I could get (Favorite flowers) from…” 

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Day 3.

Rung cycled through several data pads of patient information when he ran across (Name)’s own profile. The physicist hesitated for a moment, before gently taking the data pad into his servos and placed it down onto his desk. 

It had her picture, and hours upon hours of their discussions and meetings. It was mostly just him trying to get to know her, how they would talk about the ship's life and what they both did to pass the time. Basically just him trying to gently pry into walls that weren't really there. She was an open book, she freely talked about herself to him without trying to hide anything. 

He was a bit shocked with how open she was with him. He figured that she would have had a hard time taking to ship life with being far larger than her, but she took to it like a duck to water. 

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“Hello (Name), thank you for joining me here today.” Rung stepped aside and allowed the small human to walk into his office while she looked around. She took in every detail of his office, taking note of all the model ships he had in bottles.

“I should be thanking you, I'm surprised with how busy you are these days. I've been on this ship for four months and this is our first time meeting. I’m happy to finally be face to face with you.” She walked over to the patient's bed and was about to ask for a lift when she was offered a servo.

“Yes, my apologies for that. I was so caught up with the others on the ship that I didn’t have time to properly introduce myself.” He watched as the woman gently sat down onto his open servo and lifted the woman up to the patient bed and gently placed her down before taking a seat next to the bed.

“So tell me about yourself.” Rung pulled out a data pad and stylist from his subspace. (Name) proceed to go into detail about herself, her life and the friends and family that she had willingly left behind. 

“It was a hard choice, leaving all that I've known behind, but I don't regret it. Besides, I got to make so many new friends and this place has really become like a second home to me” Rung hummed jolting a few notes down.

“And your family and friends were ok with this?” Rung asked.

“Oh, we don’t really talk. We haven’t talked for… oh I don’t know… a couple years now?” Rung paused what he was writing, and looked up at (Name). She looked unbothered by that fact, or she gave him no sign that she would be bothered. 

“We had a falling out a few years back, and they never tried to reach out. Even though I've been reaching out to them for years. The day I was going to leave was when they decided to reach out. They just started spamming me with calls, and I just ignored each one and left without giving them an answer.” (Name) explained non-chalontly. 

Rung was silent for a few moments, and was about to say something when (Name) spoke up once more.  

“If they really wanted me back in their lives, they would have called me years before I even dreamt of leaving. They only spam called me when they realized that I wasn't going to be reaching out anymore, that I was moving on with my life. That I wasn’t going to wait on hand and foot for them to throw me a bone. The loss of control, or what they thought was control, that’s what they wanted. Not me.” (Name) spoke with a calmness that made Rung think that she had already accepted this a long time ago.

“And you’re ok with it?” Rung watched as (Name) pondered for a moment before answering.

“Not really, it sucks that the family I've known all my life all decided that I was worth ignoring up until the day I left. But I’ve come to accept that I wasn’t really worth anything to them. On the bright side, I have all of you. As I said, the lost light is like a second home to me, and I’m happy here.” Rung stared at her for a long moment, looking at her trying to figure out that she was really ok. 

Again, she gave him no signs that she wasn’t unwell, or that she was in any kind of emotional pain. She was fine, completely fine.

“Now enough about me, Rung, I wanna hear about you and your ships. I’ve never seen anything like them and I wanna learn more.” 

“It’s actually–” Rung paused, that was the first time someone got his designation right on the first try.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Is your name not Rung? I pulled it from the crew’s files and thought that was what your name was.”

“No, no! Th-that is my designation. It’s just the first time anyone has gotten it right.” (Name) looked at him curiously, and a little disappointed. Not at him, rather those around him.

“Really? It’s not a hard name to remember.” Rung agreed in exasperation.

“But enough about that, Rung, I wanna know about your bottled ships!”  

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Rung let out an ex-vent just as he slid the data pad back into place, just as his next patient knocked on his door.

“Come in!”

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Day 4.

 Swerve was absentmindedly cleaning an already clean glass when Skids gained his attention. 

  “You’ve been cleaning that glass for the past ten minutes, you sure you’re ok?” Skids asked, in slight concern even though he knew damn well why he was so down and lost. The whole ship was with (Name) being unconscious.

“Yeah, just… I miss the energy that (Name) brought to the bar, you know? She just had this way to brighten up a room. Not only that, I miss making drinks for her, it was a nice change from egenex. It was a good challenge, you know… a way to test my skills in making drinks…” Swerve hated that he was talking like (Name) had died, he knew that she was still alive. But, he felt so bleak.

 He suddenly remembered the first drink that he had ever made for her.

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“Hey there! I heard that this was a place where someone could get a good drink?” Swerve’s gaze snapped over to see (Name) sitting at the bar, having somehow climbed up onto the bar table. There were other bots around, but mostly they were sitting at booths. (Name) was the only one sitting at the bar.

“OH!” (Name) was slightly taken aback at the sudden yelp.

“I mean, yes! Yeah, I serve drinks here. I actually had some specialty ordered human drinks brought in. I’ve been itching to try and make some human drinks. So you’ll be my test dummy of sorts. Not that I think of you as a test subject! You’re a fellow crew mate and I totally see you as an equal and–” (Name) cut him off with both her hands raised.

“Woah, woah! Slow down there Swerve, I trust that you're not going to try and poison me. No need to defend yourself.” Swerve rubbed the back of his helm and gave the woman a sheepish smile.

“Sorry about that, if you couldn’t tell, I talk a lot, annoyingly so. Hell, my nickname back at the autobot boot camp was ‘shut the hell up’” (Name)’s face dropped at that and Swerve immediately backtracked.

“Well… I mean, I can be annoying with my ramblings and it was just a friendly little joke amongst fellow trainees! Really that’s all! Anyways let me make you a drink!” (Name) could tell that swerve was ready to move one and decided that she should just follow his lead.

“Alright then, I'd like a porn star martini.” Swerve's optics widened behind his visor.

“Wow, you don’t play around. Let me see what I can do.” (Name) watched as the mini bot mass displaced and was running around and grabbing a few bottles and starting making the drink.

When he was finished, he handed the drink off to (Name) who then took a long sip. He watched with anticipation as she savored the flavor.

“Swerve, this is amazing!” (Name) praised, allowing Swerve to relax.

“Oh good, I’m glad you like it. I was a bit worried that I would have messed it up somehow. This was my first attempt at making something like that.” (Name)’s eyes blew wide at the admission. 

“Really? This is amazing! I’d love to try more of what you can make!”

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It was from that point on that both (Name) and swerve became close friends, she was a drink he made for her and he would try to make more and more complex drinks.

“She’ll be back soon, she’ll wake up and she’ll be back to her old self.” Swerve told himself, returning to cleaning the same glass. 

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Day 6.

Ambalon was giving (Name) a sponge bath, knowing that she would rather wake up clean then covered in sweat and the strange sludge that she had been purging from her system. It was odd, her body hasn’t been going through the usual process of waste disposal. She’s just been purging throughout the week.

Himself, and both Ratchet and First Aid, theorized that her purging the strange honey like substance was her body’s new way of disposing of waste, but after running multiple tests they had found that the sludge doesn’t contain any trace of the water and nutrients. 

They don’t know what it was. They ended up sending some of the samples to both Proceptor and Brainstorm to see if they could figure anything out. 

The medic gritted his denta in frustration, pausing his gentle scrubbing. She had been so kind and understanding of him and his past. She was so quick to point out his own self deprecating ways to try and put a stop to it, even though she barely even knew him. She cared so much, even though she had no reason to.

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“It’s not the alt mode that makes the bot, it’s who the bot is that makes the bot.” Ambalon turned his attention to the sick human that he had been tasked to take care of. (Name) had ended up catching a cold while visiting a planet that was safe for her to step foot on. Out of all the planets in the universe, she caught a cold on the first new world she was able to step foot on, go figure.

“What was that?” (Name), who had a cold compress on her forehead rolled her eyes with a small smile.

“What you transform into you doesn’t change who you are as a person, you’re still an amazing doctor.” (Name) explained. Ambalon resisted the urge to roll his optics at that. She knew that his permanent alt mode was forced onto him, and had mentioned it to her when they had first met. Since then she had been trying to remind him how that doesn’t change who he was as a medical professional.

“Oh yeah? Who would take someone who turns into a leg seriously? I have the world’s worst alt mode. I’m just a failed guinea pig.” (Name) was silent for a moment, and Ambalon took that as a sign that she had nothing to say to that. He had turned back to documenting the woman’s condition when she spoke up once more.   

“I take you seriously…Only those with their heads up their asses wouldn’t take you seriously.” Ambalon’s optics widened slightly at that. He turned his attention back to (Name) who had a serious look on her face.       

“Really, I do. You have so much more experience as a medic for cybertronians then I would ever dream of having. Not only that, you know very little about human biology, and yet you work so hard to learn everything you can to take care of me. You’ve been mistreated and beaten down and yet you still work so hard. That’s respectable, and I have so much respect for you.” (Name) paused, letting Ambalon take in what she had to say.

“So yes, I do take you seriously. I will always take you seriously. You are an equal member of this crew and I won’t stand by and let you think otherwise.” Ambalon stood there for a few moments in silent shock, just staring at her. Her eyes never wavered, she held his gaze even though she was sick.

“I…” He couldn’t say anything more to that. He felt this light and fluttering feeling in his spark, when he realized that she was being serious. She did take him seriously, saw him as a proper medic, a proper bot. She didn’t see him as ‘just a leg for a failed combiner experiment’, she saw HIM.     

“Thank you… I needed to hear that…” (Name) smiled, before letting out a wet cough and started coughing into her elbow. He was immediately by her side, checking to make sure that she was alright. Once she was finished, she turned her head to meet his gaze.

“Heh… Still not in tip top shape. I leave my health to your capable servos, Doctor Ambalon.” 

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Ambalon let out an ex-vent as his gaze traveled up to (Name)’s face. It was so unnerving and upsetting seeing someone who was usually such a ray of sunlight in this kind of state. She didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve what happened to her.

“Mark my words, (Name). I will do whatever I can to help you, I will heal you.”

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   Day 7, the final hours before (Name)’s awakening.

“We flew past this amazing star cluster! You would have loved to have seen it!” Tailgate reminisced, talking to still unconscious (Name). He went on and on about what had happened the previous days, just as Cyclonus entered the room.

“Tailgate? It’s time to leave.” The mini bot turned his attention to his lover before turning back to (Name). 

The tarp she had had long since been replaced with a (favorite color) sheet gifted by Drift. Her head rested on a soft, (favorite color) pillow that was gifted by Nauctia, she was surrounded by several stuffed animals that were gifted by Fort Max on one of his visits. A vase of giant (Favorite flowers) gifted by Ultra Magnus. There was even a collection of all (Name)’s favorite literature compiled onto a single data pad that sat next to the vase of flowers gifted by Megatron. 

She was so loved on the ship, he didn’t know a single bot on board who didn’t like her. Even though he was a bit much, and a bit annoying sometimes, she was so sweet and nice to him. He thought back to when the two first met.

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“Oh wow! The human ambassador!” (Name) turned around to see a mini-bot practically run up to her. (Name) stumbled back a bit in shock as the bot bent down to get a better look at her.

“I still can’t believe just how small you humans are, it’s not very often that I get to meet with someone smaller than me!” He grabbed her from underneath her arms and lifted her up into the air, and stood up to his full height. (Name) let out a startled gasp as Tailgate looked her over in fascination.

“Oh wow, you’re so soft and squishy!” The bot commented, gently squeezing her body in fascination.

“Uh… Hi, I’m (Name) it’s nice to meet you!” (Name) introduced herself watching as the mini-bot shifted her around in his grasp, annalizing her form. The woman relaxed in his grasp, realizing that he was just curious about her and that he wasn’t trying to bring her harm.

“I’m Tailgate, It’s a pleasure to meet you (Name)!” Tailgate greeted, just as he placed her back on the ground. (Name) smiled at the almost child-like glee from the bot before her. It was adorable just how curious he was. 

“I look forward to working with you, Tailgate, I can’t wait for us to get to know each other better!” Tailgate swiftly agreed just as another bot approached. 

“Tailgate, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” The larger bot spoke, looking down at Tailgate and (Name). The woman looked up and waved at the larger bot, who awkwardly waved back. 

“Oh Cyclonus! This is the human ambassador (Name).” Tailgate introduced Cyclonus to (Name), before turning back to human woman.

“(Name), this is my Conjux Cyclonus, he’s the most amazing bot around!” (Name) held back a giggle as she watched Cyclonus’ face turn pink at the praise. 

(Name) eyed the taller bot, he seemed to be the strong quiet type, someone who had the tendency to stick to himself. Her gaze shifted to Tailgate, he was a bit naive and seemed to lack social cues, she could tell that he was an absolute ray of sunshine. The two looked to be polar opposites, but from what she could tell they had a healthy relationship.

“It’s nice to meet you, Cyclonus, I look forward to working with you and I hope that we can get along well!” The larger bot relaxed under her warm gaze and nodded in agreement.

“I look forward to it as well”     

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“I know… I was just letting (Name) know what happened so far. I like to think she can hear me, I mean, Megatron reads to her every day” Cyclonus ex-vents, his gaze shifted from his Conjux to (Name).  His optics hardened upon looking at her unconscious form.

He had so much respect for her, not only was she kind and treated everyone around her as an equal, but her own intuition was something to take into consideration. she was the first one to have suspicions about Getaway, just based on a single glance. 

Her mistrust in him is what saved everyone on the ship from his plan to overthrow both Rodimus and Megatron. 

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“I don’t like it, I don’t like it one bit!” Cyclonus overheard, watching as worried (Name) pace back and forth underneath the twinkling stars from the observation deck, biting the nail of her thumb. He was on a stroll when he overheard the woman talking to herself. 

“Everything about that guy drives me up a wall, he’s plotting something, I know it!” (Name) muttered. Curious, Cyclonus approached, gaining the woman’s attention.

“Who are you talking about?” (Name) hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“Getaway he’s– Ugh! Everything about him is wrong to me! He’s up to something, but I don’t know what!” (Name) explained. 

This was odd, (Name) has never expressed mistrust towards anyone. This was someone who can get along with anyone, even Whirl is close friends with her. The fact that she is suspicious of Getaway puts him on edge.

“What about him is making you feel like this, did you see something?” Cyclonus kneeled down as the woman approached.

“No it– I don’t know how to explain it. I just get a bad feeling from him! It feels like he’s constantly plotting and scheming, I feel like he’s up to something, something big.” (Name) explained, hoping that the bot would believe her. 

The bot pondered for a moment, she gave him no reason not to trust her, he quite liked her. She got along well with Tailgate and had everyone’s best interest at heart. 

“I’ll keep an optic on him, you’re not the type to start conflicts over nothing. If you truly believe that he’s plotting something, I will do what I can to help. I trust your judgement.” (Name) let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the bot.

“Thanks, hopefully we can put a stop to whatever he’s planning” (Name) spoke.

Sure enough, he had caught Getaway trying to form an alliance with Atomizer and overheard their plan to seize control of the ship. He was quick to inform both Rodimus and Megatron, and successfully stopped the two from what they were planning. From that day forward, if (Name) had a bad feeling about anyone, he would be cautious of them as well.

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He resisted the urge to chuckle, as he remembered (name) throwing her hoverscooter at Getaway after both he and Atomizer were being sent back to cybertron. So much rage in such a tiny body.

Megatron had to pick her up to stop her from throwing something else. Watching her being carried away while calling Getaway a ‘backstabbing loser with a god complex’ was something that he wouldn’t forget.

“You ok Cy?” Tailgate was looking at him curiously, bringing the former terracon out from his memories.

“I’m fine, just remembering how much I trust her judgement” Cyclonus answered.

“You mean with the whole Getaway thing? Yeah, I remember when both him and Atomizer were sent back to Cybertron. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that angry at anyone before.” Tailgate got up from where he was sitting as Cycolus lead his lover out front he room.

“And you never will, you’d never do anything to trigger her wrath” Tailgate laughed just as Ratchet walked in and tended to (Name)’s body.

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Here is what I have so far. I hope to add a few more characters to the list. I do plan on adding Optimus’ own crew to the fic, at least some of them. And I plan on adding starscream at some point.  

I will also be editing the introductions to fix some things up, so stay tuned for that. See you all when I post next! 

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Another Damned Scenario Masterlist

(Thank you for Tumblr for constantly thwarting my attempts to organize this mess with your character limits)

Personal Space-Vehicons Persuasion-Kickback Research-Shockwave Bound-Tarantulas Care-Dratchet Warm-Wheeljack Birthday-TFP Megatron Instinct-Dinobot Glow-Bluestreak Inexperienced-Optimus Flame On-Rodimus Soft-Fort Max Glow-Waspinator Learning Curve- Sparklings Sharing- Music Bots

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Headcanons, Scenarios, Questions Masterlist 2

Hit a character limit on the scenario masterlist and had to make another one...

So You Have a Human- Thundercracker's Guide Megatron's PSA 2 Uno Reverse Sparked-Skywarp 🌶️ Starscream- Stress Mirage-comfort Constructicon Scenario 🌶️ Cygate Scenario 🌶️ Prowl- Biting 🌶️ Jazz x Reader x Prowl 🌶️ Restraint Headcanons 🌶️ Assorted Spice Scenarios 🌶️ MTMTE What If Scenario-Gone Appreciation- Bluestreak, Trailbreaker Uno Reverse-Sparked KOBD 🌶️ Domestic-Metroplex Scenario-Compliments Normalcy-Rodimus Rite-Starscream 🌶️ Discipline-TFP Optimus 🌶️ Involuntary Noises-Predaking 🌶️ Involuntary Noises-Trailbreaker 🌶️ Trust-Sunder 🌶️ Play-First Aid 🌶️ Involuntary Noises-Skyfire 🌶️ Lonely-The Ark Pent Up-ES Soundwave 🌶️ Normalcy Pt 2-Rodimus Comfort-TC, Optimus, Soundwave Comfort- Soundwaves Slick-TFP Megatron 🌶️ Prey-TFA Prowl 🌶️ Communication-TFP Bumblebee Courting-Starscream Alt-Mode-Megatron Comfort- TFA Blurr, Kup Domestic-Swerve Dirty Thoughts-TFP Bots 🌶️ Aggression- ES Bumblebee 🌶️ Stress Relief-Soundwave 🌶️ Hamster Ball Buttons-Soundwave 🌶️ Domestic-Swarm Uno-Reverse Sparked Grimlock 🌶️ MTMTE Gossip 🌶️ Knight of Unicron-Groupie 🌶️ Uno Reverse Sparked TFP Ratchet 🌶️ Trust-Cliffjumper 🌶️ Shared- ES Soundwave, Starscream 🌶️ Comfort- Astrotrain, Bluestreak, BV Optimus Spice-IDW Bumblebee 🌶️ Shibari-TFA Optimus 🌶️ Play-Swindle 🌶️ Sparked- Scavengers 🌶️ Argument-Lost Light

Longing-Blades Tease- Blitzwing/Astrotrain 🌶️ Tv- Everything Is Alright Simpatico- Brainstorm/Perceptor 🌶️ Stress Relief- MTMTE Megatron 🌶️ Shibari- First Aid 🌶️ Morning After- Trailbreaker 🌶️ Attraction-Thundercracker Uno Reverse Sparked- B 127 🌶️ Nightmares- Drift Size-Megatron 🌶️ Movie Night- IDW Bots Trust- Rodimus Nightmares-Steve Sneeze- Scavengers Misunderstandings-B 127 Domestic-Constructicons Rendevous-StarOp 🌶️ Shared-ES Soundwave, ES Shockwave 🌶️ Domestic Swarm- Insecticons Possessive-Starscream 🌶️ Domestic-Thundercracker Physical Preg- TFP Ratchet 🌶️ Domestic- Megatrons Vacation- Everything Is Alright Comfort- ES Megatron Roleplay- Prowl 🌶️ Pet-TFO Sentinel 🌶️ PSA-Optimus Play- Cygate 🌶️ Care- Predaking Praise- TFA Starscream 🌶️ Roleplay-Waspinator Roleplay-TFA Shockwave 🌶️ Roleplay-Cliffjumper Lonely-Shockwave 🌶️ Roleplay- Vortex 🌶️ Pet-Senator Ratbat 🌶️ Roleplay- D 16 🌶️ Care-Ratchet

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Scenarios Masterlist Cont.

Insecticon Swarm Snippet Jazz x Reader Scenario Cybertronians with Animalistic Traits TFP Soundwave x Reader, TFA Prime x Reader scenarios Obsessive Cybertronians Mass Displacement Mayhem Soundwave x Reader Seeker Trine x Reader Scavengers Scenarios Snack Time MTMTE Scenarios Synth!Energon Ratchet Messing With the Human Fort Max Scenario- nightmares Bluestreak headcanons Cuddling Headcanons Human Dom- Optimus, Soundwave IDW Barricade Scenario Breeding Kinks Accidentally Flashing Bots Valentine's Tarn Valentine's ES Bumblebee Valentine's ROtB MIrage Valentine's Ironhide Valentine's Clumsy Hearts Valentine's Jazz Valentine's KOBD Valentine's Whirl Valentine's Waspinator Valentine's Soundwave, Rumble/Frenzy Valentine's ES Megatron Valentine's TFP Ratchet Valentine's Armada Starscream Valentine's Brainstorm Valentine's TFP Megatron Valentine's First Aid Valentine's CV Grimlock Knockout Scenario- Care Rung Scenario-Taking Care of Predaking Scenario- Play Scenario- Fascination Scenario- Nightmares Scenario- A Little Show "Misfires" Scenario Warm-Rung What If Shared-Blurr, Rodimus Comfort-Kup,Blurr Bound-Tarantulas Medic-Flatline Treat-Trailbreaker Sick-Metroplex Needy-First Aid Comfort-Waspinator Warm-Swerve MDM Tease-Rung

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G1 IDW Scenario Masterlist Pt 2

Stand Too Close- Prowl Scenario-Biting Roleplay Uno Reverse Sparked Fan Art

Can't Finish What You Started- Sunstreaker, Sideswipe Scenario-Sharing

Gravity-Optimus Prime Scenario-Waltz Scenario-PSA Scenario-Head

Worker Bee-Waspinator Fan Art Scenario-Heavy Scenario-Cuddles Fan Art Scenario-Impatient Scenario-Play

Drive-Constructicons Scenario-Sick Scenario-Domestic Scenario-Spice Fan Art Physical Pregnancy

Shiver-Grimlock Fan Art Kiss Uno Reverse Sparked

You (Don't) Know Me-Insecticons Scenario-Swarm Scenario-Names Scenario-Cultural Differences Scenario-Domestic Swarm Scenario-Sensitivity

Too Tired to Wink-Trailbreaker Scenario-Morning After

Protective-Nemesis Gone

Alcohol Eyes- Rumble and Frenzy Scenario-Stress

Heavy Boots-Hound Ride

Scenarios with Multiple Bots Appreciation-Bluestreak, Trailbreaker Restraint-Prowl, Megatron, Jazz, Soundwave, Tarantulas Accidentally Flashing Them-Optimus, Swerve, Rodimus JazzProwl Tease-Astrotrain/Blitzwing Possessive Scenarios Kinks Celebration

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Project: All-Sight part 2

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Here is the next part. Notes at the bottom of the page!

TW: Mentions of suicide, violence, and blood.

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It had been two months since (Name) had arrived at base, and already she had made a huge difference. With both her future sight and present walks, she was able to get ahead of Starscream’s energon mining operations and even aided in stealing some of their deposits when no one was looking.  

The big heads of the pentagon, upon finding out about (Name)’s existence were quick to agree to (Name)’s terms. While they did raise a bit of a stink about not being able to use her as they wished, they never made it vocal or made an attempt to do anything. Not while she had Optimus present for each of their meetings. They could feel his judgment and slight concern for (Name)’s safety, they wouldn't risk losing both her and the Autobots due to their own selfish greed, not like when they did with the woman's mother.  

The government supplied (Name) with everything that she would need; food, clothes, personal hygiene products, and furniture for a spare room at the base, so that she could have some sort of privacy. As long as she was happy and content, she would stay and work with them for as long as she allowed them too until her eventual death.

She even was able to intervene in Arachnid’s arrival by opting to send in both Bumblebee and Bulkhead when Arcee was captured by Arachnid. Believing that Arachnid would play a bigger part later down the line in the future, she prevented Arcee from killing her and opted for her to be captured, but she ended up escaping.*

While Arcee was angry at the loss, she knew that (Name) was thinking of the bigger picture as much as she hated it. She thought about the people around her, more than she thought of herself. But the way she spoke, so flat and empty of emotion and a bit cold, it was off putting. Though she couldn't blame her for it, not after what she learned about her.

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two days prior to the incident with arachnid   

(Name) was sitting atop of the base at night, feeling the cool wind against her. Her hair had long been detangling with the efforts of both Miko and Jack. It took them three hours to get though her rats nest with Ratchet supervising the process.

“So this is where you went.” (Name) turned her head, and saw Arcee approaching her before standing next to the woman.

“You're here to talk about Cliffjumper, if I had seen his death and if I could have prevented it.’ (Name) stated bluntly. Arcee stared at the woman before letting out a sigh.

“You really don’t sugar coat things…” (Name) shrugged at the bot, before turning her attention to her.

“I’ve learned to keep things simple and blunt, easier to get my point across if I'm straight to the point. Most of the past users were.” (Name) explained.   

“And about Cliffjumpper, yes, I did see his death. At the time I was nowhere near where you all were, and unfortunately there was no way for me to reach you in time. I’m sorry.” Arcee closed her optics and shakily sighed.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone precious. My grandmother and great aunt both gave their lives to keep me safe” (Name) spoke, gaining Arcee’s attention.

“I got the All-Sight when I was twelve years old, the exact moment my mother passed. My grandmother, who was familiar with the All-Sight from both her husband and daughter, planed a double murder and suicide in order to keep me safe.” (Name) spoke, watching as the femme’s optics widened.

“She had faked my death by obtaining some of my blood and clothes and some pigs, she had dosed some vegetables with my blood and clothes and fed it to the pigs. Then, she took her own life once she was sure the pigs ate ‘my remains’.I was sent to my great aunts long before her passing in secret.” (name) explained, watching Arcee’s horrified face.

“My great aunt had a farm, and I spent the remainder of my childhood working there until I forsaw Sailis finding out my existence and where I lived. My great aunt had saved up a couple thousand in cash for emergencies, so I took that, a bag, and some food and fled on foot. She ended up taking her own life, three days after I left.” (Name) said, feeling her eyes start to burn.

“Thats…” Acree trailed off.

“I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad, or to try to one up you with your pain. merely to let you know that I understand what it is like to lose someone. You’ve lost Tailgate, your previous partner that you mentioned before, and Cliffjumper. Both to cons. I know that was difficult for you” (Name) said, wiping her eyes. 

“Why did they take their lives? There could have been another option for them, they didn’t have to die like that.” Arcee asked, out of morbid curiosity.  

“Simple, my Mother told them to.” Silence. Arcee looked at (Name) in shock and horror, not only about her mother but with how she spoke with such little emotion.

“My mother had asked my Grandmother to fake my death and take her life, three days before she died. My mother could only see three days into the future, so she told her to send me off in three days and then to fake my death and then to kill herself. She told the same thing to my great aunt, should the event happen when I would be rediscovered should arise.” (Name) explained.

“Before you ask, she asked her to do that to protect me. She didn’t want to risk the government to come after me when she died. It was drastic, yes, but it was the only way to keep me safe. She joined the government as she wanted to help people, but then they got greedy and started abusing the All-sight, leading to her death.” (Name) added.

“But how did she manage to do that? Tell your Great Aunt and Grandmother to kill themselves with out the government knowing?” Arcee asked.

“My great, great, great grandmother, Judith. She created a secret cipher language that only the holders of the All-Sight knew. Known as the Judith Cipher, certain words when used in a certain pattern and in a certain way creates a whole new sentence. That was how my mother told them both to fake my death and to kill themselves. My grandfather taught the cipher to both my grandmother and aunt, just in case it was needed.” (Name) explained.

Arcee was silent for a moment, in shock. It was an extreme measure, but it was also necessary for (Name)’s safety and survival. The way that (Name) spoke, her lack of emotion and that monotone voice made her think that she was fine with it all, but with how wet here eyes were told her something else entirely. 

“Are you-”

“I will be okay, I have been for a while… I have to be. They did what they had to do,and they served their purpose.” (Name) cut Arcee off, her fists clenched at her sides. Arcee remained silent, choosing to sit with her, until they both left to head inside. 

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Now, in the present time.

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“Optimus, you’re not going to believe this.” Ratchet spoke, watching the monitor pin point a location on earth’s world map. He gained the attention of everyone in the room.

“I just pinpointed the location of the Decepticon warship.” Ratchet said, as Optimus walked over. (Name) who was sitting on the couch, perked her head up.

“How did you penetrate their cloaking technology?” Optimus asked, as all eyes and optics fell on the green monitor. (Name) got up from the couch so then she could get a better view. 

“I didn’t. I was experimenting the variable frequency wavelengths when I stumbled upon it.” Ratchet explained, as an image of the nemesis appeared on the monitor.

“Even still, their ship must be experiencing some kind of electromagnetic breach.” Ratchet added. Miko giggled, before turning her attention to (Name).

“Bet you had something to do with it, with your freaky out of body powers!” Miko said.  

“If I had, I would have crashed their warship the moment I found them.” (Name) said, keeping her eyes on the monitor.

“With Megatron out of commission, and the element of surprise…” Arcee started, slamming her fist into her open servo. 

“We could cause some serious damage.” Bulkhead finished, he then turned to (Name) who turned to face him.

“You think that you could come up with a good strategy for a surprise attack with that vision of yours” Bulkhead asked. 

On top of her using her abilities to help out the Autobots, she had also become their lead strategist. Using the wisdom of the previous holders, and her own wit. She has been able to come up with complex plans of invasion and attacks for the team, all by looking into the future, present, and past to formulate plans.

“It will take me a few minutes, but I should come up with–” (Name) was cut off by the systems pinging another ship.

“On the same frequency, an autobot emergency beacon” Ratchet said, as everyone’s attention turned back to the monitor.

“The Decepticons can wait, there may be Autobots in distress.” Optimus announced, before turning to (name).

“(Name), can you take a look and see if there is anyone in need, and their condition?” Optimus asked. (Name) nodded before heading back to the couch and sitting down.

“Yeesh, I hate when she does this while she’s awake. Freaks me out” Bulkhead said, earning a scoff from Miko.

“It’s so freaking cool though! I wish I could do that!” The teenager said, turning back to (Name).

The woman’s eyes switched from (Eye color) to a bright shade of purple before they rolled back into her head. She was able to pinpoint the location of the ship from where she saw it from the map and placed herself down into the ship.

The ship was dilapidated, like it had been there for millions of years. There were dead bodies all around her and throughout the halls, one even dangling from the ceiling of the ship.

There were pools of energon that looked off from what it usually looked like, like it was contaminated somehow. The bodies looked in decent condition, like they didn’t die from the crash more like something else. 

“The ship is a crashed ship, and it looks to have been here for a long time…I don’t see any survivors so far, just fully intact bodies with pools of energon; but the energon looks to be contaminated. ” (Name) spoke, causing Bulkhead to wince at the sight of her rolled back eyes and slightly bloody nose. 

“Uuugh, I will never get used to her doing that…” Bulkhead whispered to Bumblebee who quietly whirled and beeped in agreement. 

She continued her trek though the crashed ship, passing though doors, floors, walls, and past more dead autobots. She eventually found herself in a room free of the dead and energon with a motherload of aged and only slightly damaged cybertronian tech and weaponry. 

“I found a room with a whole lot of slightly damaged and aged tech and weapons, it looks like they can still be salvaged and put to good use. There are no pools of energon or dead bodies in this room either.” (Name) said, as blood was now dripping down her face and chin.

“Alright, that's enough for now. come back” Ratchet ordered. (Name)’s eyes rolled back and shifted back to their natural color, pulling out a tissue from her back pocket and started cleaning up the blood from her face.

“If I had to guess, I'd assume that the autobot ship was a plague ship. There may be a chance that the virus could still be active. It would be dangerous to venture in. However, obtaining that technology and additional weaponry for our base, and getting them into working order is something that we can’t just pass up. It’s also not something that we should let the Decepticons get their servos on.” Ratchet spoke aloud, pondering on what to do.   

“So we either go in and loot a plague ship…” Rafeal started, right before Miko cut in.

“Or go bust some con behind, while we have the chance!” Miko exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air. Optimus pondered for a moment before addressing (Name).

“What do you think we should do?” The prime asked. The woman thought for a moment. She could either formulate a plan of attack and send the bots into the bowels of the con infested war ship, or lead a small team of Autobots through a plague ship with a possibly active virus. 

The odds of her looking into the future to know the exact paths for the plague ship and guiding them though it, would lower the chances of some bot or bots getting infected. But then again she could do the same for the warship, but risk losing more than one warrior. 

No one said that looking into the future and formulating a plan to go against the odds was going to be easy.

“It would be a smarter idea to send a small team into the plague ship. I can look into the future for the exact path to take, and then present walk to guide you to the tech room with a decreased chance of possible infection. Having that tech and weapons to salvage and use for future use would be a better idea than storming a Decepticon warship.” (Name) spoke.

“Not that I don’t trust in your abilities as fighters, but the risks are lower for the plague ship then they are with the war ship” (Name) added. Ratchet nodded in agreement, earning a disappointed groan from Miko.

“I agree, this is an obvious choice and as long as we are careful, we may be able to make it out with no incident” Ratchet said before turning to Optimus who nodded.

“(Name) proceed with looking into the future, and then head back to the plague ship. Guild us though and to the targeted room.” Optimus then turned to Jack who looked up at him curiously.

“May we borrow your phone? Both myself and Ratchet will enter the ship, and we need a way to communicate with (Name).” Optimus asked, Jack nodded immediately before walking over and sitting down next to (name), finding Ratchet’s com number in his phone. 

(Name)’s eyes turned to a light shade of purple as she looked into the future, there she saw that Optimus was infected after some energon got into his optic and then the path way to the tech and weapons room. After wiping her nose, she nodded to both Optimus and Ratchet.

Ratchet punched in the coordinance for the plague ship and both Ratchet and Optimus walked though the ground bridge after it had opened up. Jack dialed Ratchet and then held up the phone to (Name)’s ear as her eyes rolled back once more. She had placed herself in front of both Optimus and Ratchet, looking up at the two.

“Ratchet, can you hear me?” (Name) inquired.

“Yes I can, now guide us through the ship (Name).” Ratchet said.

“Good, make sure that Optimus stays by you at all times, as he was the one that got infected.’ (Name) said, earning a gasp from Bulkhead.

“Optimus gets infected?!” Bulkhead exclaimed.

“As long as he’s careful, and follows (Name)’s directions, he’ll be fine.” Jack said, before pausing and turning his attention back to (name).

“He’ll be fine, right?” The teen asked. (Name) was quick to give him a yes, even though the risk of infection was still there, even with (Name) guiding them. She would have to remain vigil and make sure that Optimus doesn’t get infected.   

She watched as the two entered the ship behind her, guiding them through the dilapidated halls that were decorated with robotic corpses and pooled contaminated energon.

Suddenly the ship jerked due to the added weight of the two Cybertronian causing them to stumble. Recognizing that this was the point where Optimus was going to get infected, she quickly tried to warn Ratchet.

“Ratchet, get Op-” (Name) suddenly started choking on her blood, not realizing that it had started pooling and slid down her throat. She had been so focused on guiding them through the ship, she wasn’t paying attention to her own body. 

(Name) coughed, spraying speckles of blood across the table and floor before her, as Jack leaned back in shock pulling the phone away from her ear. Her head throbbed painfully feeling like she had been hit with a rock flying at high speed.  

Panic washed across the room, as the faint sounds of Optimus grunting and sputtering spewed from the phone.

“God damn it! Get them out of there now!” (Name) ordered, as Arcee ran over to the groundbridge controls and opened the bridge. Within minutes both Ratchet and Optimus came back. (Name)’s eyes rolled back, with a frustrated look gracing her face.

‘Damn it! I should have been more careful, should have realized that I had pushed my body to the limit too quickly! I should have trained my ability more thoroughly!’ (Name) thought bitterly, as she aggressively pulled out several tissues from her pocket for her nose. 

“Did he get infected?” Rafeal asked, looking up as the prime in worry as he held a servo over his own optic. 

“The ship jerked, and it knocked a fallen bot that was hanging from the ceiling around just enough for a bit of their energon got into one of is optics…” Ratchet explained, before turning his attention to (Name) noticing how bloody the tissues were and how the blood didn’t seem to stop.

“SWEET PRIMUS!!!” Ratchet yelled in a panic, rushing over to see what he could do as she was leaning forward and pitching her nose. All eyes and optics were locked on (Name) as she tried to stop the blood from dipping from her nose and mouth.

“Imb bine! Imb bine!” (Name) reassured, as Jack quickly got more tissues for her. She pulled her hand away once the bleeding stopped, leaving a large blood stain trail from her nostrils down to her chin and parts of her neck.

“I pushed myself to the limit without thinking, that’s why Optimus got infected. I’m sorry.” (Name) apologized, just before she started wiping her mouth. The taste of her own blood made her cringe.

Ratchet looked the woman over, before convincing himself that she indeed was fine, and turned his attention back to Optimus. Now he had to figure out what their leader had without (Name)’s aid.   

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Optimus laid on a berth in Ratchet's small medbay as the medic ran a scanner over the prime’s infected optic that grew worse with each passing moment. The device beeped aggressively as the CMO realized what he was dealing with. 

The kids and (Name) were up on the catwalk while the three other bots stood close behind Ratchet. All looking at Optimus with worry, who was hooked up to the various medical equipment in the medical bay.

“Cybonic plague” Ratchet diagnosed, causing Arcee, Bulkhead,and Bumblebee to look at each other in shock and worry.

“It is only contagious if contact is made with the infected energon. ” Ratchet spoke.  Miko turned to the bots, leaning over the rail slightly.

“What was a plague doing in an autobot spaceship?” Miko asked, curiously.

“Its passengers were infected. The virus wiped out millions back on cybertron during the great war.” Arcee explained. Ratchet got up from where he was kneeling over Optimus. 

“The Cybonic plague was engineered in the Decepticon’s biological-warfare program, by Megatron himself” Ratchet said, as a looming dread washed over the kids and (Name) who was biting her nail in frustration and anger. 

The name of the warlord sent a wave of irritation through her veins. She remembered back to when she dream walked though that con’s twisted mind, and how he always managed to find her no matter where she hid in his own battle zone. The way he would get under her nerves every time he found her. 

The way he threatened her with his cannon even though he never actually tried to shoot her. It was more like he was trying to figure her out, trying to see why she kept coming to him so often. What bothered her most was how he was aware of their own connection, how he felt the same pull as she did.  

He was even teasing her, like she was a little game for him to pass the time. She never gave in to it, but by the gods he was infuriating. He was intentionally getting under her skin, to pull out whatever information that he could.

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“I see that you have returned to me once again, my dear.” Megatron spoke, approaching the woman as she came out from her hiding place.

“Don’t you ever tire of hiding from me? Why hide when I find you every time?” Megatron inquired, just as he blew up a clone of Arcee that was charging him.

“If I didn’t know better, I'd say you were seeking me out on purpose, perhaps you are also curious about how we are drawn together?” The mech prodded, sensing how she was trying to hide her own irritation behind a blank and uninterested facade.

“There is no need to hide from me, small femme, not when I can see it written all over your body posture.” Megatron smirked, as (Name)’s brow twitched ever so slightly.

“Come now, young one. You know that there is something connecting us, why else would you be here for me?” (Name) gritted her teeth, turning her face away from the mech that was towering over her.

‘curse you, you weirdly hot alien warlord!’

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She hated him, and everything that he stood for. She was so caught up in her own spiraling thoughts, that she didn’t notice that the others were trying to gain her attention. She snapped herself out of her thoughts to see that everyone was looking at her with consern.

“Perhaps the blood loss was too much for you to handle, please sit down and rest for a while. I’m sure that we can figure this out without you for just this once” Ratchet suggested, only to be met with (Name) shaking her head.

“I’m fine, just lost in my own thoughts” (Name) reassured, earning sceptical looks.

“If you're beating yourself up over the failed mission, don’t. Everyone messes up som-” Jack was cut off by (Name) who raised her hand.

“Not that, I was thinking of Megatron” (Name) said.

“How I can enter his dreams and interact with him, i’ve been using him as a testing grounds to improve my dream walking.” (Name) continued, leaving out the parts where he would always find her and irritate the living hell out of her.  

“If you’re suggesting what I think you're suggesting, you can just forget it!” Ratchet spat.

“You had already pushed yourself to the limit, anymore can lead to serious consequences if you’re not careful. Besides, it’s not like we can see or communicate with you freely while you are within Megatron’s mind!” Ratchet finished, before an idea popped into his head. A very risky, very stupid, a last possible chance for Optimus’ survival idea.

“This is one of the stupidest ideas I have ever had, but this may be our last shot” Ratchet began.

“There is a chance that Megatron may have a cure hidden deep within his mind. We still have a fix on the location of the nemesis.  The Decepticon laboratory should have everything we need for a cortical psychic patch” Ratchet explained his plan.

“Absolutly not! It’s one thing for (Name) to be able to invade his mind, we can’t risk getting caught!” Acree argued. Stomping her way over to the medic. 

“Have you ever performed the procedure?” She asked, with outrage.

“No, but I have studied the theoretical literature” Ratchet grimaced in disgust.

“Invented by Decepticons, outlawed by Autobots” Ratchet added. He didn’t like the fact that he was willing to go down this route, but it was their only option at this point. (Name) can’t use her abilities so soon after pushing herself past her limits, she would need time to recuperate. 

Not to mention that she had no way to read complex cybertronian code and she would have to convince Megatron into giving her the cure and exposing herself to the Decepticon as an ally to the Autobots. Should Megatron ever recover, there would be a target on her back, then she would have both M.E.C.H and the cons after her.  

“Arcee this is our only option, this is the only way that we can save Optimus. I will NOT allow Optimus to pass knowing that Megatron will outlive him!” Ratchet rebutted. Arcee stood silent for a few moments before agreeing. She turned to Bumblebee and ordered her to follow him.

“So one of the bots are going into Megatron’s brain?” Miko questioned, before she wiped her head over to (Name) and excitedly exclaimed.

“They’re pulling you!”

(Name) said nothing as Jack chastised the girl to take things seriously, as this was a life or death situation. She had a very bad feeling about this, a very, very, bad feeling. She couldn’t use her abilities just yet, but something in the back of her mind told her that this was going to end very badly. 

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Once Arcee and Bumblebee made their way onto the ship, they rushed over to the medical bay, where Megatron laid comatose. Arcee was having second thoughts about this when Bumblebee stepped up and offered to do it. Much to Raf’s concern.

Arcee hooked the cord of the psychic patch to the back port of the metal berth that Megatron laid on, pulling the length of the cord to a hidden spot of the room and over to Bumblebee. She gave the scout a confirming look, earning her a clenched ‘bring it on!’ fist.

“Ratchet, we’re ready” Arcee confirmed.

“Initiate cortical psychic patch.” Ratchet ordered, as Raf squeezed (Name)’s hand which she offered as support. The boy looked up at her with unsure eyes.

“He’ll be ok, right?” Rafael asked, with worry. (Name) nodded quickly, as her eyes were locked onto the screen. It was still too soon to use her abilities just yet, she still had the dry blood trails on her face, being too caught up in her failure to wash off her face. 

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong, and it took everything in her not to peer into the future and risk another painful headache and more blood loss. She needed everyone’s focus on the mission and not her.       

Arcee plugged the other end of the patch into the back of Bumblebee’s helm, locking it into place. Suddenly, a bright flash of colors flew past the scout vision as he was suddenly on Cybertron. or so he thought. The bot looked down at her servos before taking a few steps for words and looked around curiously, wondering if this is what (Name) saw everytime she invaded Magtron’s mind.  

“Communications downlink activated, this will allow us to see and hear everything Bumblebee does while within Megatron’s subconscious mind.” Ratchet explained, as a video feed popped up on screen. 

“Woah, where’s that?” Jack muttered in awe. Bumblebee, let out a small string of beeps and whirls.

“Bee says it looks like Kaon, the Decepticon capital back on Cybertron.” Raf explained, releasing (Name)’s hand, feeling a bit more at ease after hearing Bumblebee speak. 

Bulkhead, who had been monitoring Optimus, pointed out that his vitals were slowly going down. Ratchet urged Bumblebee to quicken his pace as he explored Megatron's mind.

After climbing a set of stairs, bumblebee was suddenly face to face with Optimus, the bot whirls curiously and quickly ran over. 

“Bumblebee, that is not Optimus. Just a figment of megatron’s mind, it can not hear or see you” Ratchet explained, just before he and everyone else heard laughing. (Name)’s fists clenched that laugh, one that she knew all too well. 

“Optimus prime, your autobot armies have been defeated” Megatron boasted, peering down at the fake prime from the high point he was standing on.

“Bow before your new master!” The warlord ordered. Bumblebee watched as the fake Optimus turned to face the Decepticon leader.

“Never Megatron. One shall stand, and one shall fall.” The fake Optimus said, activating his blades.

“So be it.” Megatron declared, preparing his own blade before leaping from his high point and landing onto the ground before charging to Optimus. The two leaders charged each other, only for Optimus to poof into smoke as Megatron cut though him with his blade.

“That never happened.” Bulkhead stated.

“This is Megatron’s mind, his own dream scape. This is the world he created, whatever he says in there, goes.” (Name) said, watching as the mech walked forward just as Bee got startled as another fake Optimus took form.

“Megatron, your treachery ends here.” The fake Optimus said, engaging his blade. Megatron charged his cannon, preparing to shoot the fake Optimus down, just as Bumblebee ran forth to block the attack. The cannon blast went straight through the scout, and the fake Optimus was poofed into smoke.  Bumblebee looked back in confusion, not paying attention as Megatron approached from behind. 

“The Autobot scout.” Megatron growled, rolling his shoulder plates earning loud cracks.

“The punishment for trespassing in my domain is your destruction!” Megatron roared, raising his engaged blade and swung down to slash the autobot. The bot braced for impact, only for the blade to harmlessly go through him. leaving both the bot and the warlord confused.

“How can this be?!” Megatron questioned in irritation, before attacking once more and was faced with the same results. The group at the base watched on as Megatron swung and failed over and over.  

“How many times do you think he’ll attack before he realises?” (Name) asked, to no one in particular. leaning her crossed arms on the rail, watching in a weird sense of satisfaction as Megatron continued to fail.

“Megatron can’t hurt Bee!” Raf cheered.

“Because he’s not a creation of Megatron’s mind, Bumblebee is immune to his physical attacks.” Ratchet explained. watching as Megatron slowly realized what was going on. 

“You're not wearing phase-displacement armor.” Megaton noted as he started circling the young scout. Bumblebee’s optics watched him, keeping his guard up.

“Your optics track my movements, so you’re not a hologram, and I do not believe in spirits” Megatron added, coming to a stop right beside Bumblebee.

“So tell me scout, what are you?!” The warlord demanded, just as Optimus’ voice called out, gaining both Megatron’s and Bumblebee’s attention. The two looked over to see fake versions of Bulkhead, Optimus, and Bumblebee walked over. 

“Uh-oh, special guest stars!” Miko commented, leaning over the railing. Both Jack and Raf looked at each other anxiously before turning back and (Name) leaned back slightly, moving to grip the railing.

“This is not good…” Ratchet noted, shaking his helm worriedly. (Name) gritted her teeth, wishing that she could do something. Alas, for the moment she was as useful as a dirty, wet, mop.  

Bumblebee looked back at Megatron, who looked down at him, before running over to investigate the fake bots. Making sure to say hi to himself. 

Megatron, overcome by his own frustration and rage, fired at all the cybertronians before him. all poofed into smoke, besides the real Bumblebee. It was at this moment that Megatron realized.

“You are real. They were not.” Megatron snarled, taking a few steps before letting out a short chuckle.

“A cortical psychic patch, how unexpected.” The warlord smirked. Everyone back at base, felt the looming sense of unease. Besides (Name), who was gripping the railing in anger, frustrated with how things were going. She was not used to not being able to see how things play out, it was frustratingly annoying.

“We’ve stirred Megatron from his oblivion, he’s becoming self aware” Ratchet stated nervously.

“If this is my subconscious, then what are you doing inside my head?! It was already irritating enough that, that human femme had managed to invade my mind through unknown means, but now I have to deal with the likes of you?!” Megatron exclaimed with rage, getting right in Bumblebee’s face.

 “He knows about (Name)?! HOW?!” Bulkhead exclaimed in shock as all optics and eyes were on her. The woman let out an irritated sigh.

“I didn’t want to scare anyone, but for some reason we have some sort of connection to each other, it’s how I am able to find the nemesis so easily. I was unaware that Megatron himself was aware of our own connection.” (Name) explained, turning her attention back to the screen. 

“But– HOW?! That's insane! How can you be connected to the space psycho warlord?!” Miko exclaimed. Just as Ratchet was notified that Starscream and friends were planning on taking Megatron off of life support.

“If Megatron perishes, Bumblebee’s mind will remain separated from his body–forever” Ratchet said, as shock settled across the room. 

“We’ll lose Bumblebee and Optimus?!” Jack exclaimed as all eyes and optics settled back on the video feed.

“The only way you could have entered my mind is via cortical psychic patch.” Megatron spoke, getting right in bumblebee’s face once again.

“But the question remains, what happened to me?!” Megatron looked deep into Bumblebee’s optics, and (Name) felt a shiver roll up her spine. Suddenly, Megatron remembered everything that had happened.

“The space bridge explosion.” Megatron realized.

“And yet if– if you’re in my head, I am not one with the all spark.” Megatron glared down at Bumblebee, causing the bot to stiffen slightly. 

“So, tell me scout, do I still function?” Megatron questioned aggressively. Before the scout could answer, Ratchet spoke with urgency.

“Bumblebee, we are out of time!” The scout was put on the spot, quickly trying to think of what to say or do. Bumbele started to quickly beep and whirl at Megatron, who understood what he was saying.

“Cybonic plague? Someone besides myself is–is unwell?” Megatron asked with fake concern, that pissed (Name) off more than anything. He had some special talent for getting under her skin even when he knew that she wasn’t there. Bumblebee gave a quick nod, and Megatron tried to think of anyone that the autobot’s would willingly enter his own mind to get the cure for the virus that he created. 

“Optimus!” Megatron started laughing maniacally.

“Such irony! After ages of endless battle, the mighty Optimus Prime is felled by a simple virus from the distant past!” (Name) gritted her teeth at this cocky silver bastard. 

“What makes you think I would save the life of my oldest enemy?” Megatron asked, just as he blasted away a fake Optimus all while maintaining optic contact. Bumblebee started beeping and whirling again.

“Oh? And just what is it that I want most, scout?” Mesgatron asked, putting his hand on his hips. He was answered by more beeping and whirling. Megatron let out a quick laugh.

“Did you not see? I do slay Optimus by my own hand, at will, whenever I desire.” Megatron rebutted, as Bumblebee started beeping and whirling once more. This time Rafael translated for the humans in the room.

“Bee told Megatron if he lets the plague virus destroy the real Optimus, Megatron will never get the chance to do it himself.” Raf explained.    

“Smart” Jack praised.

“Twisted!” Miko noted.

(Name) remained silent, the feeling in the back of her mind making itself known once more, that this was going to end badly. She couldn’t shake the feeling away.

“After our deep history together, to not watch the spark ebb from Optimus’ optics with my very own… well played, scout” Megatron opened his servo that he had clenched into a fist and reviled a digital cube of code. 

“The chemical formula for the cure you seek, not that I expect you to read it.” Megatron watched as the bot reached out to grab it, only to close his fist around it once more. Ratchet was quick to rewind the footage and caught a perfect image of the formula. 

“Arcee! We have the formula, disconnect Bumblebee now!” Ratchet ordered, and a few seconds later the feed was cut, leaving the screen on the formula is Megatron’s open servos. (Name) watched as Ratchet raced over to the ground bridge controls, getting ready to bring both Bumblebee and Arcee home.

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a full day had passed, Optimus was cured and (Name) was able to recuperate enough to use her abilities once again, being more cautious than before. After Bumblebee returned, she noticed that he had been acting off. He would have his moments where he would suddenly shift into this weird trance, where his optics would dilate. 

with these trances, he stared at her. It was a little creepy, but he would snap out of it just as quickly as he fell into it. It also seemed like she was the only one who noticed, it was concerning.  

It was during the night, laying in her bed, when she decided that it would be best to look into the past, right at the moment when Arcee disconnected Bumblebee from Megatron. Her eyes glowed a dark purple, before she closed her eyes and watched the past unfold.

The world of Megatron’s creation was crumbling around him when he suddenly realized that he had been played. He looked around in shock before staring down at the scout just as he started to fade away.

“You were watching. You tricked me!” Megatron exclaimed, as Bumblebee looked down at his servos as particles of himself started fading away.

“NO! Take me with you! TAKE ME!”  just as he lunged for Bumblebee, as he himself started fading away. 

She looked a bit forward into the past events, now seeing Knockout standing over Megatron’s body as Starscream entered the room.

“And how is the patient doing today?” Starscream asked, walking over to the medic.

“Funny you should ask, not sure what the ‘bots did in there, but Megatron’s registering zero brain-wave activity.” Knockout said gesturing to the monitor.

“Meaning?”

“Physically, he’s stable. But now there’s no one home”

(Name)’s eyes snapped open, turning back to their natural shade of color. A cold sweat formed on her skin. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened, that bad feeling she had was right. Megatron was no longer in his own body, but trapped in Bumblebee’s mind.

Suddenly, she heard her door open. The woman ever so slightly turned her head over  to see Bumblebee standing there, his optics fully dilated and staring at her. He stared at her, as if staring into the depths of her soul. 

He was quick to snap out of it, looking at her normally with confusion before waving at her and walking away.

Megatron was here, he knew where he was, and where she was and it wouldn’t be long before he found out about her powers.  

‘oh…fuck…’

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*I couldn't think of anything to write for preditory, the episode where arachnid is first introduced, so I left it as a little side note. I will be refencing the events of that episode in future parts, so don't worry if that was something you were looking forword too.

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Project: All-Sight

Step. Step. Step.

Every step she took felt like pure agony, but she knew she had to press forth. She was in too deep to back out now. After traveling for well over six months on foot from Maine to the outskirts of Jasper, she was so close to her goal. In the deserts of Nevada, a young woman walked on. The hot sun beating down on her. Her hair was tangled and greasy. 

Her clothes were dirty and torn. She was covered from head to toe in grime and sweat. It had been several days since her last meal or drink of water, but she knew it wouldn’t be long until she would be found. 

‘Only a few more minutes, and they will both appear’ The woman thought to herself. The woman in question, was (Name) (Last Name) a twenty-six ear old with a unique ability that caused her a great deal of misfortune and advantages. She had the ability to see into the past, present and future. Speaking of, her latest prediction was about to come into fruition. 

(Name) turned her head, to see a teenage boy on a blue motorcycle come into view. The teenager noticed the woman and quickly pulled over, he removed his helmet and gave the woman a concerned look. 

“Miss, what are you doing all the way out here?” The teen asked, looking over her appearance. He noted how baggy her clothes looked on her, and how thin her cheeks looked 

“You don’t look so good, if you want I can take you into Jasper. There’s a hospital there, my mom’s a nurse there she-” The boy was cut off by (Name).

“I am aware of your mother, Jack. I am also aware of where you and Arcee are heading.” (Name) said, her voice hoarse. The boy was stunned into silence. His motorcycle seemed to tense up slightly.

“I-I… what?” The boy sputtered. 

“I am also aware of the others, but I would rather speak within the privacy of your base. You never know who may be listening” (Name) said, before she took a few steps forwards.

“May I ride with you?” (Name) asked, every thought she knew his answer. 

Jack allowed the woman to sit behind him, as Arcee drove off. The three rode in silence, as they approached their base. Once they reached the base they drove inside, while (Name) looked around taking in every detail. 

Once they entered the main room, they were all greeted by the others in the base. Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Optimus, Raf, and Miko all watched ar Arcee pulled in with (Name) sitting behind Jack. 

“Oh great, another–” Ratchet was cut off when (name) started to speak.

“Another human, what did you do to expose yourself now?” (Name) spoke, gaining a look of shock and unnerve from the medic. Bulkhead looked down at the woman curiously.

“did she ju-”

“Just finished Ratchet’s sentence? I did and I can do more than that” (Name) explained, getting off of Arcee. Jack followed and Arcee transformed into her bot mode. Watching as (Name) made her way up to the stares and to the couch. She turned to Miko and asked for her bag.

“You have some potato salad in your bag that your foster mother made for you, but you ended up eating the cafeteria lunch. give it to me” Miko, with wide eyes, fished out the container and spoon before handing it to her. (Name) grabbed it, and sat down on the couch. Miko was about to say something before she was cut off.

“Before you say anything. No, I am not a stalker, no I was not sent by M.E.C.H, and no I don’t have any relation with the Decepticons” (Name) said, taking a bite of the potato salad and groaning at the taste. It has been a few good days since her last bite of food.    

“So I'm just going to cut to the chase. My name is (Name) (Last Name) and I have the ability to see into the past, present, and future. An ability that has been named the All-Sight and I’m here to aid you in the war” (Name) explained. She was met with silence.

“The ability to see into the future? Puh-lease! That is only in the realm of fiction and isn’t realistically possible.” Ratchet skoffed. (Name) paused her eating, placing the container down into her lap. Her eyes shifted from (Eye color) to a light shade of purple. Blood dripped down from her nose as she saw what was going to happen.

“In two minutes agent Fowler will arrive complaining about the controls of his copter as they need recalibration, as well as asking for any updates on con activity mentioning how the Pentagon is hounding him. He’ll say ‘Prime, I need an update on con activity, the big shots up at the pentagon are up my ass so what do you got?’ He’ll adjust his tie and then pause wondering why you all are looking at him weirdly” (Name) spoke, just as her eyes stopped glowing and wiped the blood away with the back of her sleeve. 

“Ok, so are we gonna talk about the glowing eye thing and the nose bleed or not?” Miko asked, as (Name) resumed eating.

“Whenever I look into the future or the present, it raises my blood pressure and I suffer from frequent nose bleeds and headaches. If I peer into the future for too long, I run the risk of fainting from blood loss so I can’t peer for too long. However, for my future sight, I don't have much control over it. I can only see so far into the future, about seven days ahead. And I do get random visions every so often ” (Name) explained.

“The present, what do you mean by that?” Bulkhead asked.

“Basicly, I can view anything and everything that is happening presently.” (Name) started.

“An example would be that I can see what’s happening in Germany right now, like I'm physically there while my body is here. I can see anything and everything on this planet. But, as I said before, I can only do it for so long while awake, however I have managed to master my present sight while I sleep, and I have a lower risk of massive nosebleeds. I call them present walks as I can move around within the visions as if I'm actually there.” (Name) explained, before turning to Jack after finishing the potato salad.

“Your mom made you a tofu salad and she packed you some carrot juice that you forgot to throw out at school, give it to me” (Name) requested. Jack stiffened under her tired but stern gaze, before taking his backpack off from his shoulder and fished out the tofu salad and carrot juice and handed it to her.   

“As much as we would like to believe you, I'm afraid that there is not enough proof” Optimus said, finally speaking. (Name) chewed the tofu salad just as she held up three fingers. Then she dropped one down to two, and then one. She pointed to the elevator door, just as Agent William Fowler walked in, muttering about his helicopter controls.

“Prime, I need an update on con activity, the big shots up at the Pentagon are up my ass so what do you got?” Fowler asked just as he adjusted his tie. He was greeted by the shocked faces of everyone in the room, besides (Name) who was enjoying the tofu salad.

“What’s with the weird looks?” Fowler asked, just as all eyes and optics fell on (Name), who looked over at Fowler once she had finished the salad, placing the bowl down onto the table in front of her, and cracked open the bottle of juice. William looked at the woman, really looked at her. Something about her felt familiar to him, eerily so.

“Who are you? Another-”

“Project All-Sight”  

The room fell silent, as a chill ran up Fowler’s spine at the name of that project, something he’s rather forget about. He stumbled back a bit, nearly tripping over himself as he looked at the woman in shock and slight horror as she slipped the juice.

He briefly wondered how the hell she could possibly know about all-sight, when he suddenly noticed how similar she looked to her.

“That can’t be… her only child died.” Fowler spoke, in a shakiness that was foreign to the ones that knew him.  

“It’s easier than you think to fake your own death, especially when you know when you’ll be found and how. ” (Name) spoke.   

“Agent Fowler? What’s going on?” Raf asked anxiously, not used to seeing him so freaked out.

“Do you know her?” Arcee asked, looking at the woman with suspicion. Fowler took a deep breath before letting out a shaky sigh.

“I don’t, but I knew her mother. She was the key component in Project All-sight, a top-secret project that helped to prevent devastating attacks and events that had threatened the safety and livelihood of our country.” Fowler explained.

“Her mother had the unique ability to see into the past, present, and future. She was a huge help to us, up until her death fourteen years ago. When she died, the project died with her.” All eyes and optics were back on (Name) once more.

“Then that means…” Miko trailed off, her eyes widening in awe and excitement.

“She’s telling the truth, but then why would she want to help?” Rachet questioned.

“It’s simple really, for my own benefit. I'm not going to sugar coat things when I tell you all my exact reasons as to why I am here.” (Name) said simply.

“I’m being hunted down by M.E.C.H. Specifically by my father, Silas.” (Name) spoke, sending shock throughout the room.

“Hold up! Your dad is Silas? That Silas?” Bulkhead asked in shock.

“Yes, he met my mother before she had gained the All-Sight. To him she was a simple lay, just something to pass the time, he was unaware that I had existed, up until six months ago. I’ve been on the run since, finding my way here.” (Name) started, pausing to take another sip of juice.

“I am willing to help you in fighting this war, by providing you with my All-Sight, in return I ask for protection and once we have won and the Decepticons have been defeated, I wish to be executed and my remains to be burned away to ash."

There was a horrified gasp from Miko, along with several shocked and concerned looks from everyone, besides Fowler who seemed to understand why she would request that.

“The reason why I ask is because this curse has been passed down in my family for generations, and I plan to be the last. By killing me, this curse dies with me and no one else has to suffer as I have. While being able to have this ability would be seen as a blessing to others, it has brought nothing but heart ache and suffering to those who have been given it. Many of the past bearers of the all-sight had gone mad with pain and had their mines broken with the visions, not to mention the physical tolls to coincide with the psychological tolls.” (Name) spoke, her hands clenching in her lap.

“You can just not have kids, no need to end your life!” Jack explained.

“If it were that simple, I wouldn’t be here. A past user, Maryann, she tried to have her uterus removed. It grew back three days after it was removed, this was after she had already had a child. The curse has always made itself known after a child in my family was born. I am the exception. I received the all-sight the moment my mother died, leaving me the last holder, and I plan to be the last” (Name) explained.

“So the reason why M.E.C.H is after you, is for this All-sight and to continue your generational line, to have future bearers of the All-Sight” Ratchet surmised.

“If the Decepticons ever find out she exists, I fear that they will also reach the same conclusion, meaning we can not risk miss (Name) falling into either of their clutches” Optimus said, his gaze falling onto (Name) once more.

“I believe it would be best to agree to your terms, while I am not fond of the idea of you losing your life once the war is over, I must respect your wishes.” Optimus commented. Fowler let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I will have to report this back to the pentagon, I'm assuming that you have more terms you want to implement before I leave?” Fowler questioned.

“Yes, once the government knows of my existence, they will be desperate to get their hands on me. I wish to remain here, under the protection of the Autobots, and due to my current condition I would like for Ratchet to be my primary physician” (Name) listed her demands.

“Me?” Ratchet questioned.

“Yes, you have been in contact with humans for some time now, and never bothered to learn their medical knowledge or practices while you’ve lived among them.” (Name) replied, causing the doctor to stiffen under her dull glare. 

There was no judgement, nor any sort of anger. Just an indifference that was unsettling to him. The more he looked at her the more he realized that she didn’t express any sort of emotion, just talked and acted tired. Most likely from being on the run for so long, and the mental trauma of bearing such a heavy burden. 

“That is knowledge that is absolutely necessary if you have humans in your care, by taking care of my own needs and research on the human body that will be a way for you to learn about human biology and how to care for a human in the event one gets sick. While I haven't seen anyone becoming gravely ill, it’s best not to risk being under prepared” (Name) finished, her attention turned back to Agent Fowler.

“Also, I refuse to leave the base unless absolutely necessary, so if you’re higher ups want a word with me, they will have to come here themselves and all interactions must be made in the presence of Optimus” (Name) requested.

The prime’s optics widened slightly before he realized that she was using him as a sort of intimidation factor, for her own safety.

Since he was the leader of the autobots, and was keeping them safe from the decepticons, the people from the government would be more compliant with her and be careful with what they said and their actions in his presence.

He realized that she had little trust with the government, she had to have a good reason for it remembering what she said about seeing into the past and the mention of Project All-Sight.

“I will also be using the All-Sight only to aid the Autobots, I refuse to use it for any other reason. Should any of my terms not be met, I will simply leave and return to my life on the run, I do have the means to leave without anyone’s notice, by the time you realize that I am gone, I'd have a several day headstart” (Name) said. Laying her cards out on the table.  

Fowler let out a long sigh and nodded, he couldn’t risk losing such a valuable asset even if she would die by the time the war is over.

This was something that he couldn’t ignore, he had to make sure that all her terms were met, he knew that she would know if they weren't. She had backed him into a corner, and by proxy the government. There wasn’t another option for him.

“Alright, I'll write up a report and let the big heads know that you are lending your aid and your terms and what it will cost them if they don’t comply. Know that the U.S. government is grateful for your aid” Fowler said before turning to leave.

“Oh and prime, i’ll need a report on any con activity by the next time I come back, I get the feeling I'll be back sooner than I think” Fowler said, before earning a ‘you will have your report’ from the prime. 

Once he was gone, Miko looked over at (Name) as she finished off the carrot juice. A mischievous smile made it’s way to her face and she started hounding her with questions the woman already saw coming.

“What’s it like seeing into the future, besides all the nosebleeds? How far into the past can you see? Have you ever seen something so gross with your present sight thing that it made you throw up? Oh, OH! What are the answers to that math test I have tomorrow? Have you ever seen fights between bots and cons with your All-Sight thingy? What about–” (Name) was suddenly lifted into the air by the careful servos of Ratchet, who gave the teenage girl a disappointed look.  

“Eep, eep, eep! Not until I can assess her injuries and her current state of health. If I am to be her physician I need to start on my research of the human body immediately.” Ratchet chastised, ignoring Miko’s whines as he carried (Name) over to his medical bay.

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It was in the evening now, the kids had all gone home and (Name) was in different clothes from before. Bumblebee has managed to find some oversized army jumpsuits that were covered in dust hidden away in one of the unused rooms. Not the most comfortable clothes she had worn, but far better than what she had. 

(Name) was also forcibly cleaned by Ratchet in a human sized wash wrack that had lukewarm water and no soap. She knew it was coming, but it was still awkward as hell to get bathed by a giant robot that had shrunken down to a much smaller size with his servos all over her body. He was gentle, more gentle than he needed to be, but the consideration was much appreciated.

He had wrapped her feet with bandages from a human first-aid kit that was found by Arcee, finding how bloody and blister ridden her feet were was disturbing but also somewhat respectable in a way. 

It showed how far she traveled and how dedicated she was to get to them, especially when she had mentioned that she came from Jefferson to the outskirts of Jasper in a matter of six months.

As much as he didn’t really like humans, she did have some of his respect for her dedication.

Now, she lays on the couch, in the oversized and slightly scratchy jumpsuit, with a pillow and dusty quilt found by bulkhead. The lights had been turned off for the night, with ratchet tapping away at one of the consoles. the green light from the console being the only light in the large room. 

Cybertronians didn’t require as much sleep as humans did, but after some research on the human sleep cycle, he had kicked everyone out that didn’t need to be on patrol for the night and forced them to go to their rooms so that (Name) could get some rest. He was the only one that stayed as (Name) was going to present a walk in her sleep, and he wanted to monitor her while she slept.

“Remeber, i’ll be here monitoring your condition as you sleep. If I had the correct equipment, I'd monitor your brain activity so that I could get an idea of how this ‘present walking’ works’ Ratchet said, pulling away from the monitor.

“I understand, I’ll be locating the Decepticon air ship and listening in on whatever I can. I'll report my findings to you in the morning.” (Name) said, closing her eyes. She heard Ratchet walk away as she fell asleep.

She entered into a lucid dream state, allowing her to use the All-Sight to find where the deception war ship, the nemesis, was flying through the sky. She managed to place herself inside the ship and started to walk around. She walked past several vehicles patrolling the ship,  and a large blue and gray con with an orange face walking alongside a red con.

“Honestly Breakdown, Starscream is becoming even more unbearable ever since he became leader. So demanding!” Knockout said, while Breakdown laughed. (Name) made her way to the cockpit, where Starscream stood, fully cocky and ranting to Soundwave who listened silently.

“We need to find more energon deposits soon, along with more patrols in several of these "states of America” A few in ‘Illinois’ and ‘Michigan’. Ridiculous names, I know. We will have to rename these states once we rule” Starscream spoke, while Soundwave listened and watched silently.

(Name) eventually left, listening in on other conversions before managing to stubble across Megatron in all his unconscious glory. She remembered watching him blow up and how Starscream ripped the dark energon out from his spark from her visions. 

Oddly enough, she had always felt this odd connection to the warlord, like they both shared something in common. A recent development that had somewhat dwindled not long after his comatose state. Just standing in the room, she still felt this pull towards him like something wanted her there.

Against her better judgement, she walked up to the titan, and placed her hand on his ped. Suddenly the world around her changed and shifted, and she was suddenly surrounded by tall buildings of metal, and the sounds of cannon fires and blades clashing.

She quickly found the source of the sounds, and found Megatron fighting off the Autobots, watching as they faded away and reappeared. She had seen this before in a vision, but this was the first time that any holder has been able to enter someone’s dreams.

“You” (Name) snapped out of her rare moment of wonderment realizing that she had been spotted. The warlord marched over, standing right before her with his cannon charged right in her face.

“Not only did you manage to make your way to Cybertron, but that strange pull is stronger than ever before.” Megatron snarled. (Name) remained calm, having already seen the interaction of her and Megatron. She was about to say something when she was suddenly woken up by Ratchet.

“Your nose was bleeding, I needed to wake you up before you choked on your own blood.” Ratchet said, handing her an old rag whichs he used to wipe away the blood. She sat up and thought back to the interaction she had with Megatron.

‘Strange, he’s aware of the connection. Why is that?’ (Name) thought, as she dabbed away at the blood. It was odd, this was the first time any user of the All-Sight had a connection with someone, let alone a cybertronian.

No matter how far back she went into her past, she couldn’t find anyone within her bloodline that had the same connection that she had. 

This was entirely new, much like entering someone’s dreams. She would have to build up her tolerance if she wanted to peer into Megatron’s mind again. Not only to gather information for the Autobots, but to satisfy this curiosity of hers. 

“You had mentioned before that your blood pressure rises the long you use the All-sight” Ratchet spoke, bringing the woman out from her thoughts. She turned to face the CMO as he typed away at a data pad.

“I’ve done some research while you slept, and there are some severe risks with you using your All-sight for long periods of time, and not just the nose bleeds. Heart attacks, strokes, heart failure, and kidney failure. Not to mention the long term effects like vision loss, dementia, and aneurysms.” Ratchet added, placing the data pad down on a nearby table.

“As your physician, I highly recommend that you limit using your ability to only when you absolutely need to. Which means not doing favors for Miko or anyone else, not even myself.” Ratchet finished.

"Of course you already knew I was going to say that, didn’t you?” Ratchet asked, (Name) nodded her head as she brought the rag down into her lap.

“I did, and I agree with you, I will limit how much I use this All-Sight of mine. However I have discovered that I have a new ability while I was aboard the nemesis. It would appear that I now have the ability to view dreams. I think I shall call it dream walking.” (Name) said, as Ratchet looked at her curiously.

“And just who’s dream were you viewing?” Ratchet asked. 

“it was Megatron’s” Ratchet’s optics widened as he staggered back in shock.

“He’s alive?! H-How and in what condition?! The blast of the space bridge should have killed him!” Ratchet interrogated in a panic.

“He was hooked up to life support, and is barely clinging to life. I don’t believe that he’ll last long, at least not from what I've seen in my visions so far, but that could change in the future.” (Name) spoke, turning her gaze from ratchet to the ceiling. 

“Still, we should tread this with caution. I don’t think it’s wise to kill him just yet, not until we know what we’re dealing with. I’d like to use him as a sort of training ground for my dream walking, there is a lot of potential here. Not only that, but I can also use this to gather even more intel from his dreams, and even the other decepticons as well as I improve this ability.” (Name) explained.

Ratchet hesitated for a moment. While this was the perfect opportunity to kill off Megatron once and for all, she also had a point. Her being able to use Megatron as a sort of training ground for this new branch of the All-Sight would help them immensely, however there was also her health to take into consideration. 

Losing her was a risk that they couldn’t afford to take. It made him sick that she has become an integral key, a tool, a weapon for them to use. She was a living, breathing, sentient being.

On the other hand, she would be executed after the war ended, so that she couldn’t be used again. As long as she didn’t bear a child to be the next holder. 

His morality was clashing with the logic that it would be for the best that her ability would not be used for evil and greed by her own death.  Ratchet let out a sigh and reluctantly agreed.

“Alright, however I think it would be best to inform the others. At least Optimus of our findings” Ratchet said, earning a nod from (Name).

“Agreed, then we can figure out where to go from there. For now, I think it’s best that I go back to sleep, and I'll make another attempt again tomorrow” (Name) said, laying back down on the couch. Ratchet turned back to his monitors, and got back to more medical research. (Name) let out a silent sigh and fell back asleep.

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Hi, hope you enjoyed the first part of my new story! This is an idea that had been floating around in my head for a while, and I had wanted to write it out. I've always love morally complex characters, so this is going to be good preactice for me. as the story goes ohope to make it as interesting as possible.

Part 2

Project: All-Sight Master List

[justanaveragenerd]

Yes sir, Officer! Part 2

It had been three weeks since (Name) had started taking care of Prowl and she couldn't be happier. Monday through Friday was the same. 

Wake up at five in the morning, eat, shower, get dressed, wait for Matt, get to work, clean Prowl, make out with Prowl, discuss her case and what she remembers from what happened, have Matt fill out her report as Prowl wanted more time with her, go home and repeat.

This was the best job in the world for her, she got to be with the man of her dreams almost everyday and she’s getting paid for it! What more could she possibly want? She didn’t know how long it was going to take Prowl to prove her innocence, but once he did he was going to marry her and take her to his planet.

She was more than excited for the day she was proven innocent, when these legal shackles were ripped away from her by Prowl’s ruthless might, and to live out her days being right by his side. 

Prowl’s love for her was still new, and he was trying to build something with her while trying to prove her innocence. He wanted her for himself, the many promises he made to her that he would set her free and take her with him to Cybertron, and live out her days with him. 

His dedication for her was awe inspiring, it made her want to work harder than ever before to pamper the former high ranking cop and detective of Cybertron.      

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This was bad. This was really, really bad. Not for her, no. For the idiot that had her in handcuffs and was dragging to the police cruiser. Matt not far behind, also in cuffs by another officer. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t do anything that would go against my parole! Let me go!” (Name) exclaimed as she was dragged out the door of her workplace, in front of all her co-workers, thrashing in the officer's grip. People watched in an uncomfortable silence, some walked past while others couldn’t look away.

(Name) dug her heels down, putting all her weight down trying to stop the man. The man growled in anger, he released his iron grip on his grip on the woman’s arm and roughly grabbed her by her hair. With a quick and violent tug, he made the woman stumble with a cry of pain. The officer’s partner in the vehicle quickly climbed out in shock while passers by started shouting protests.

“(Name)! That’s an unnecessary use of force!” Matt exclaimed in shock, as the officer that held him froze looking uncomfortable.  

“Officer James! That’s way too far!” The young officer shouted, storming over to his senior. One of the caretakers, one that (Name) recognized as the shared caretaker for both Ratchet and Drift, ran over to try and help only for her to get violently back handed by the older officer, now known as James. (Name) watched as the woman’s head hit the ground hard. 

“How could you?! She didn’t deserve that, you bru– AHHHHH!” (Name) was cut off by another violent pull. Just as the young officer reached them, the man grabbed his senior’s wrist just to get headbudded by officer James. Other people ran over to the woman who was unconscious from her head hitting the ground, gently checking her over. 

“You have no idea how dangerous this woman is! She killed a man and she’ll kill again!” James screamed, with a frantic and panicked look in his eyes. 

“She needs to be locked up again, we can’t let her esc-” Suddenly the sound of a speeding car silenced the older officer. Another police car came speeding from the distance, before transforming and landing on the ground with a thud. 

Prowl, his face twisted in rage, looked down at the sight before him. A fallen police officer, clutching his head in pain. Matt with his hands behind his back in cuffs with the officer holding him looking at him in shock and horror. The caretaker for both Ratchet and Drift being helped up from the ground with a swollen cheek. Then his optics fell on (Name), her hands cuffed behind her back while the officer holding her had a death grip in her hair.

“Ah Prowl! One of the most reasonable and capable cops that there is!” James said, looking up at the bot before him. A wave of nervous nausea washed over the officer, at how angry Prowl looked. (Name) looked up at her bot and her eyes shined at the sight of him. She was about to call for him when another sharp and violent tug had her wincing in pain.

“Look! I’m taking her in, she won’t be your problem anymore, she’ll go back to prison an-”

“Let. Her. Go” Prowl’s voice was deep and had a bite that made James flinch as he took a step back.

“I-I don’t understand, she’s a criminal she-”

“I know who you are” Those five words caused a white hot fear to pour through James’ body, his grip on (Name)’s hair to loosen just slightly.

“James Barcely your name and face are all over those police and prison files, more so than any other officer” Prowl said, before leaning down getting face to face with James while gently wrapping his servo around (Name)’s body. Prowl’s cold glare caused James’ grip to fall from (Name)’s hair as Prowl gently pulled (Name) to him ever so slightly. 

“Most of which were not submitted into the court as they would have disproved (Name)’s involvement in the murder of William” Prowl whispered. James' eyes widened in shock, realizing what Prowl was implying.

James, when he heard about the government requesting everything on the murder of William, he panicked. He had to put a stop to it, otherwise his involvement would have been exposed. However, he wasn’t expecting that Prowl was aware of his involvement. At that moment, it dawned on him who had requested those documents. 

“You will let go of her hair, uncuff her and her cousin, and then you will leave. You and I both know that she has not violated her parole, and that she is not a threat.” Prowl demanded, his optics held an icy cold glare as the man’s grip had slipped from the woman’s hair and was quick to uncuff the woman.

Once the woman was freed, she was scooped up into Prowl’s servos, who cupped her with such gentileness that was uncommon for him. The autobot stood up to his full height as the officer that was holding Matt was uncuffing the man. Prowl looked down at his precious caretaker, the woman who he would eventually make his Conjunx. 

She was rubbing her wrists, they were red and deeply bruised, like the cuffs on her wrists were locked on to her far too tight. A rush of rage coursed through him at the sight, the reason why she was hurt was because he wasn’t here to protect her.

“You are going to leave and cease your efforts in meddling around with my investigation. (Name) is under my sanction and I will not have her being threatened. Am I understood?” Prowl glared down at the officer who shakily nodded.

The cops were quick to pile into their cars and were quick to speed off. Once he was sure that they were gone, his attention was immediately back on (Name). The people that were standing around quickly left and continued on about their days, not wanting to irritate the cop anymore then he already was. Matt remained watching as Prowl looked over his cousin with gentle precision. 

She was calmer now, relaxed within Prowl’s grasp like she felt safe with him. If he wasn’t around her, there would most likely be another attempt to take her. To steal her away and do who knows what to her, that thought alone made him angry. 

She was his. His to protect, his to hold, his to cherish. She wanted to be his, she had told him that she wanted to be his, to be by his side.

He needed to keep her near him, to keep her safe. Having her at a servo’s reach was the only safe place for her right now. The ones that tried to take her were going to pay, he would be sure of that. This won’t happen again, not on his watch. He was a selfish bastard, what he wanted he would get by any means necessary.  

“Matt, it would be best if she were to remain by my side. I want you to step down as her parole officer, i’ll be handling her from this point forwards” Prowl spoke, his optics remaining on (Name) as she rubbed her wrists.

“Woah, what do you mean you're taking over?! That’s no how th-” Prowl cut the man off with a soft glare. 

“She is to be my Conjux, therefore I have a duty to protect her. So tell your higher ups that I will be taking over, they won’t try anything if she’s with me. I will guard her for the duration of my investigation.” Prowl stated. Matt wanted to argue, but he knew that Prowl was right. Whoever James was, wasn’t going to come back to take her if she was with Prowl at all times.

“Also let them know that i’ll be keeping an optic out for you as well” Prowl added, turning back to (Name) who smiled up at him as he gently ran a digit up and down her back. Matt gave Prowl a wide eyed look.

“You are precious to (Name), therefore I am obligated to protect you as well. Know that should you ever find yourself in any sort of trouble, I am only a phone call away as I will do whatever I can to help.” Prowl spoke, watching as (Name) laid back in his servos feeling completely safe.

Matt hesitated before letting out a ‘thank you’. He watched as Prowl Transformed around (Name) and quickly drove off with her, he turned around and quickly made his way to the head of the organization. He wasn’t sure how to feel about having Prowl on his side. 

Yes, it was a very good thing that he was going to be protecting his cousin and keeping an eye out for him. On the other hand he knew a bit about Prowl’s history, he was cold, vile, and ruthless. While he did treat his cousin well, a little too well, and seemed to genuinely love her. He knew that Prowl would do anything to get what he wanted, even if it meant breaking the law or even hurting people.

Once he reached the head of the organization’s office, he opened the door and made eye contact with the man, who seemed like he knew that he was coming.

“We need to talk. Now. It’s about Prowl.”

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Once Prowl reached his temporary habsuite, he closed the door behind him and quickly made a beeline to his berth. He gently placed the woman down and quickly mass displaced. The mech gently took the woman’s wrists into his servos while looking them over.

“I’ll be ok, i’ve had worse” (Name) said, watching as he glared down at her wrists while gritting his denta in anger.

“How you can think that is comforting is beyond me. The very thought that worse things were done to you makes me angry.” Prowl growled, before looking up and meeting (Name)’s kind eyes. Eyes that made him relax and want to fall into those pools of (Eye color) that looked so beautiful to him. The kindness and innocence that swam within them lulled him from his anger.

“Sorry, guess I wasn’t thinking when I said that.” (Name) spoke, as Prowl gently cupped her face with his servo. She leaned into his servo, as his thumb digit gently caressed her cheek.

“I won’t let anything else like this happen to you, you will never know pain or fear like that again.” Prowl proclaimed, as (Name) cupped her hand on the back of his own that held her face so gently.

“I have complete faith in you Prowl, you always give everything your all” (Name) said with a smile, turning her head to place a kiss on his palm.

Prowl, upon feeling those soft lips on in servo, gently pulled his servo away and pressed his dermas against her lips. (Name) giggled against him as she kissed him back before gently pulling away.

“Prowl please, if you start that up we won’t stop for some time! Don’t you have to work–” (Name) was cut off by Prowl when he pressed his dermas against her lips once more. He silenced her, forcing her to lay back on his metal berth. His arms trapped her beneath him, resting on either side of her. 

“Mine, you will be mine. I won’t let anyone take you from me. You’re mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to love each night, mine to worship.” Prowl growled dangerously after pulling away from (Name)’s lips.                          

“Of course I’m yours I wouldn’t dream of being with anyone else, not when I have the perfect man just for me” (Name) spoke sweetly, caressing the side of Prowl’s face plates. She stroked his ego so honestly and intentionally, he couldn’t help but dive back down, sealing his dermas against her lips once more.

(Name) let out a pleased hum as she felt Prowl relax on top of her, his chest plate pressed against her clothed chest. He groaned against her lips as he shifted his helm every so slightly to deepen the lip lock, as his glossia bullied its way into her accepting mouth.

Prowl’s servos ran over her body, finding their way to the zipper of her uniform. He grasped the little tap and pulled it down, earning a gasp as he started pushing the material off from her body. (Name)’s body grew hot as her bra and panties were exposed for the alien cop to see. She was quick to kick off her boots as her uniform was pulled away from her body, leaving her in just her bra and underwear.

“Mmmhp! Prowl, oh!”(Name) moaned as she felt the mech assault her neck with his intake. Finding the special spot almost immediately, and was abusing it relentlessly, leaving behind a deep bruise. 

He sucked, nibbled, and bit at her, moving down from her neck down to the rest of her body. Marking her with his love bites across her neck, breasts that weren't covered by her bra, belly, hips, thighs, anything he could get his intake on.  

Prowl pulled back to look at his work, her body covered with his love bites. A small smile worked it’s way to his face plates. She looked so lovely covered in his marks.

(Name)’s face was flushed, and that dreamy look in her eyes was enough for Prowl to slide his servos all the way to her panties and gently toy with the fabric. 

“Such a lovely little thing you are, all mine. All of your skin and flesh are mine alone” Prowl spoke, moving his servos to slid them into the leg holes of (Name)’s underwear and gently squeeze the fat of her thighs and her hips.

“When I make you mine, i'll make you sing my name so beautifully and filthily. I'll be the only thing you'll think about, the one mech that could ever claim you” (Name) whined at his words, her body heating up as Prowl teasingly started to slowly pull her panties down, only to pull his servos out from her garments when his com went off. With a groan, he answered the call.

“Make this quick, i’m busy” Prowl growled, gently tracing shapes onto (Name)’f right before moving up to her belly, watching her squirm as she tried to stay silent.

“Prowl, I need to come down to my office, we need to talk about the stunt you pulled earlier today. Matt told me everything, you can’t just claim yourself as (Name)’s new parole officer and then just take her!” Prowl recognized the voice as that head of the caretakers, the one he threatened three weeks ago. 

While the man sounded angry, there was also a shaky nervousness to his voice. Like he was trying to stand firm but was so terrified that it was slipping into his speech.

“I am doing what’s best for my future Conjunx, you are aware that they tried to take her with no proof of her violating her parole?” Prowl questioned, laying his servo flat on (Name)’s belly. Fascinated with how soft and warm she felt under her servo, his optics met hers and she smiled so warmly up at him, as he slowly slid his servo up to slightly tease his digits underneath the fabric of her bra.

“Y-Yes, I am aware of that, but there are protocols that need to be addressed and a slew of paperwork that needs to be filed. I understand that you're just doing what’s best for her bu-” Prowl cut him off.

“Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it” Prowl said, managing to pop (Name)’s breasts out from under her bra. Gently teasing the sensitive flesh of one, and watching as she struggled to stay silent as his digits gently ran over one of her perky nipples.

“Well there’s paper work, and there is an approval process. It can take days or even weeks to get approved to be her parole officer, not to mention that you aren't an official officer of the law on earth.”  Prowl’s optical ridge twitched slightly as he gently grabbed one of (Name)’s breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh and watching as her flesh slightly pillowed from between his digits.

“What are you implying, that i’m not qualified to keep a watchful eye on (Name)?” Prowl snarled, causing the man on the line to sputter and try to back track. 

“I’ll have you know that I have studied earth’s laws since I first came to this planet, I know every one by spark.” Prowl said, pulling away from (name)’s breast to quickly shove his servo down (Name)’s panties as cupping her cunt. Watching as she quickly covered her mouth with both her hands.  

“I-I’m sure you do, I just meant that because you’re not officially an officer of the law for earth, it’ll be near impossible for you to be her parole officer. I’m well aware how capable you are, it’s just a whole process” The man sputtered. Prowl gently started grinding the heel of his servo into (Name)’s clit, watching as she wined and moaned into her hands.

“Well then make me an officer of the law, surely you can get in contact with whomever you need to and make an exception.” Prowl spoke, as he slid a digit into the woman before him, watching as she pressed her hands further over her lips, muffling her moans and whines. Her hips bucking and humping his servo as he worked.

“As her future Conjunx my duty is to protect her, and her not being by my side put her in harm's way. Had she been by my side, the whole incident would not have happened. From this point on, she stays by my side, where I can keep an eye on her and protect her” Prowl said, managing to withhold a groan feeling how tightly (Name)’s walls were strangling his digits.

The man on the other end of the line was silent for a few moments before letting out a sigh.

“Alright, i’ll see what I can do, I'll let the heads of the organization know your stance and work something out, for now keep her will you at all times, and don’t let her out of your sight” the man said.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t. I have her right where I want her” Prowl said, before ending the call before the man could respond. 

Prowl quickened his movements, leaning over (Name) as she pulled her hands away and let out a chorus of moans and praises.

“So well behaved, I’m impressed that you were able to stay so quiet.” Prowl praised, lowering his helm next to (Name)’s ear, gently pressing his derma’s to the shell.

“Now, be a good girl and overload all over my digits” Prowl whispered as he watched (Name) through her head back with a loud moan.

“Ooooh! P-Prowl, I’m so close! MMMPH~ I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cu-AHHHH!” (Name) let out a shrill squeal as her thighs clamped down on Prowl’s arm. He let out a low groan as (Name’s cunt fluttered and squeezed his digits as she rode out her high. He managed to pull away once she settled down, and slipped his servo out from her now wet panties.

He watched as (Name) panted and pulled back, away from her. His gaze fell down to his servo, it was covered in her release and a part of him was tempted to suck his digits clean. Unfortunately, he had work he needed to do. He needed to gather more evidence, so that he could securely prove that she was innocent. He moved to get up only to stop when (Name) called out to him.

“Don’t leave, I’m not done yet. One orgasm isn’t enough, I want more from you Prowl” (Name) pleaded, unhooking her bra and slipping her panties off completely.

“Please, Prowl? You’re the only one that makes me feel this way” (Name) pouted at him, causing both his spark and his spike to stir at the sight.

Prowl was on her immediately, pinning her down to his berth once more. He smiled at the sound of her joyous squeal as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him flush to her.

“I suppose I can afford to spend a bit more time with you, before I get back to my work” Prowl rumbled, pressing his derma into her neck and sucking on a hickey he made and listened to her whines of pleasure.  He's worked hard enough, he deserves a little reward for all his work, right?

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Hope you enjoyed this part!

Part 1 

Part 3  

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ms. revelboo, i humbly offer this somewhat blurry picture of a lizard on the side of a tree in exhange for anything with TFA prowl, i am missing him dearly.

thank you!!

🤣 blurry lizards are acceptable payment

Clingy Pt 3

TFA Prowl x Reader

• Heart racing as he holds you against his frame, the longing in his words sinks into you. If you wanted him. Had thought you knew what he was to you. A friend. Your best friend. And it feels greedy to want more. To think that maybe he wants more when you’re both so alien to each other. But what he’d said sounded like a confession to you. What if you’re wrong, though? What if he’s just letting you know that he’s here for you? As a friend. Feel him vent against your skin as the heat of his frame sinks into you.

• Feels your breath catch and knows he should let you go. Give you space. Can’t seem to make himself move now that he has you in his arms, though. Venting to pull your scent deep, you’re all heat and need. Drugging him as his rumbling deepens. Maybe it’s because he’s not human. Maybe he’s too alien for you to ever think of that way. “What if I did need you?” You ask, the words a barely there whisper. Servos flexing against you, his lips ghost against your neck.

• “Then I’m yours,” he growls and you feel his mouth moving against your skin as he speaks and heat spreads through you. The way his voice dips, roughening when he’s always calm and collected spins you tight. Makes you want to find out what taking care of you means to him. How rough his voice gets when he’s aroused. “Do you? Need me?” He asks and you shiver feeling his denta barely scrape your skin as one of his big hands slides against you, smoothing down over your belly to make you inhale.

• Wants to carry you to the waterfall. To show you the beauty of his favorite place. To strip you slowly, explore the softness of you with his servos and mouth. Feels your hand cover the back of his and he waits when he wants to slide his hand lower. Almost feral with the need to claim you as his, but he needs the words. Needs you to say you want him. Engine rumbling aggressively, he knows he should let you go. That he’s probably overwhelming you. Your fingers brush his servos as you inhale slowly. “If I did,” you repeat, your field washing into him to make it even harder to be patient.

• Can’t make yourself just say it. To admit that you think you might like him. That you might want to be more than friends with him. “If you did,” he prompts, lips against your neck. “Then I’d claim what’s mine.” Breathless with the way his voice rumbles into a low growl, you shiver. What would that be like? To be his? For him to be yours? “If you wanted me.” Knees weak, you want to guide his hand lower. To encourage him to touch you. Because really? Life’s too short and you don’t want to regret saying no when you really want to say yes.

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Permanent crown acquired. I can see how I broke the old tooth now because I’m very aware of how the back edge of that new crown is rubbing against my top molar when my mouth is closed and I’m not even grinding my teeth, yet xD

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As soon as the next part comes out, imma loose my mind! Great work as always!!!

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Taking The Leap - part 6 (Continuation)

“Do you want me mass displaced or regular sized?” Jazz asked, watching as his beloved got everything ready to wash him. It had been roughly six months since the news of humans becoming biologically compatible with their cybertronian life partners. (Name) had finally adjusted to it all, learning about her new body. 

She was stronger, had more stamina, and no longer needed to eat food or drink water anymore. The only things that she could consume was what other Cybertronians ate. However, she couldn’t transform like the other Cybertronians could, and that was probably for the best. 

Both Damien and Aden thought that it was really cool how their sister was now like some kind of super hero now, with how strong she was and how she had more stamina now. Harper didn’t really understand, all she knew was that her big sister was a bit different now but she was still her big sister.      

She and Jazz had also found out that she was much more durable than before, that she could take a bit of rough treatment like a champ and walk off like nothing happened. They had found out when they were… “Spending quality time together” While the kids were out at a sleepover with Optimus and his wife.

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Jazz had (Name) face down ass up, with her hands tied behind her back while he thrusted into her with wild abandon. One servo was tangled in her hair, keeping her pinned down while the over had a firm grip on her hip. He was slamming into her while she kept crying for him to go harder and faster, while she squirmed her hips against his pelvic armor.

“Oh mmph! KeeeeHA! Goooing! SOOO GOOD!” (Name) moaned as Jazz leaned down and pressed his dermas against her ear, as the servo in her hip moved down to rub small but quick circles on her puffy clit.

“Oh yeah? You think you can take it sweetspark? I’ve already made you overload three times on my glossia, are you sure your pussy can handle that?” Jazz asked teasingly, listening to her whine and moan as she tried to match his rough thrusts. 

“Yes! I can, I can take it!!! I need to cum, please let me cum!!!” (Name) begged with tears in her eyes. Jazz quickened his pace, chasing his own release and relishing how she sang so sweetly for him.

“Always such a good girl for me, huh? Taking me so well. Say you’re a good girl, say how well you take my spike.” Jazz demanded with a growl, that made the woman clench around him.

“I’m a good girl! I like taking my Conjux’s spike so well, I was made for it!” (Name) praised as drool slid down her chin. Jazz pressed his chassis against (Name)’s back as he started thrusting at full speed, groaning at how tightly she squeezed him.

“That’s right, you are perfect! Frag! Good girl, for seeing your worth! So perfect for me, perfect for my spike! I’ll fill you up baby, full to bursting!” Jazz promised as (Name) babbled pleasured nonsense.

The two reached their peaks as they cried out together, the mech’s chest planting opening open to bare his spark and reconnect with her once more as Jazz emptied himself into her.

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(Name) shook her head as she felt her face heat up, she moved to grab the bucket.

“Oh why so flustered?” Jazz asked curiously.

“Nothing, just a bit tired. Could I have you mass displace, I’m still feeling off” (Name) requested, right before she left to fill up the bucket.

Reasently, (Name) hasn’t been feeling like herself. She felt sick some days while others she woke up with fatigue. Jazz seemed to know that something was up but made no comment, she could tell that he was worried. He had mentioned that her scent was different, that she still smelt like herself but there was something new that he couldn’t put his digits on. 

Both Damien and Aden were getting a bit worried for her, wondering if this was some new disease. Harper, however, was a lot more cuddly. She always found some kind of excuse to snuggle with (Name), mostly around her belly.

Just as (Name) was about to turn on the faucet to let the water heat up, she felt something crawl up her throat. (Name) immediately pulled the bucket to her mouth and started vomiting. Jazz, who had already mass displaced, quickly ran over and pulled her hair back, he looked at his conjux in worry as she purged the energon in her system. 

“I should clean myself up, the last thing you should do is force yourself to work when you're not well.” Jazz said, once (Name) finished. The woman placed the basket on the ground as she was gently pulled into her lover, as he held her.

“You should rest, please (Name). I’ll take you to Ratchet or First aid, we need to know what’s going on with you” Jazz said, lifting (Name) up into his arms right before he mass displaced and cupped (Name) in his servos. He quickly left the room just to run into swerve.           

“Oh hey Jazz hows-” Swerve paused as his gaze honed in on (Name)’s in Jazz’s servos. Her scent mirroring the pheromones of his own Conjunx. His optics widened from behind his visor as a smile graced his face plates.

“OH CONGRATULATIONS ON CARRYING!!!” 

Both (Name) and Jazz look at the minibot in shock, the quickly look at each other before looking back at Swerve. The bartender’s smile dropped just slightly right before he realized that they had no idea.  

“Oh, you two had no idea. Let me guess, her scent was off and she’s displaying odd symptoms right?” Swerve asked.

“Yeah that’s right, how’d you know?” Jazz asked seriously.

“Well, as it just so happens, my own Conjux is carrying right now as well. We found out after I noticed her scent was different from how she usually was and that she was purging and was in constant fatigue. We went to First aid and that’s how we found out she was carrying” Swerve explained.

“Wait, I’m pregnant?” (Name) questioned, as her hand immediately flew down to her belly.

“It smells like it to me, I'd get checked out first just to be sure. Ratchet’s out with both Drift and their conjux, but I know that First aid is in.” Swerve suggested. Both Jazz and (Name) thanked the minibot before they quickly left.

‘Pregnant… me and Jazz… we’re having a baby…’ (Name) thought to herself just as Jazz left the building and transformed around her.

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(Name) groaned in trying to sleep, rolling over and feeling Jazz’s arms hold her close. He watched as she slept, tossing and turning in his grasp. He gently raised a servo and brushed it through her hair. Softly humming trying to lull her to sleep, as that usually helped.  

It had been a week since Jazz took her to First aid and sure enough, she was in fact carrying. First aid confirmed it once he got a full body scan of her, she was only a month along. Both Jazz and (Name) were giddy about the whole thing, he held her so closely to his spark once they left.  

They first told the kids, who were all but excited for them. Damien hugged his sister seeing how happy she was with the pregnancy.

He started tearing up as he started going on about how he was so relieved with how happy she was now.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so long since I've seen you so happy, you’ve been working so hard to keep us all fed and loved and now you get to finally have what you want” Damien cried, clutching his older sister who also started crying.

“What ever you need, I’ll get a job and pay you back for everything you spent on us, I’ll do whatever I–”

“You don’t need to do that, both Jazz and I make plenty”

“I wanna help out with the baby”

“Knowing that you're happy is payment enough!”

Aden was all sorts of excited, he was going to be an uncle and he was going to be the best uncle that he could be.

“Seriously!? I’m going to be an uncle?!” Aden asked in excitement, a wide smile split across his face. Jazz smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair.

“That’s right little man, you're gonna play a big part in the little one’s life, think you're up to it?” Jazz asked, smiling as the boy looked up at him.

“I am! I can’t wait to play music to him or her or whoever they are! I’ll teach them how to play the bass and I’ll teach them to play all the songs I know! This is gonna be so cool!!” Aden exclaimed.

“Oh, OH! Are they going to be human or a cybertronian? Are they gonna be like (Name) where she’s both but not both?” Aden asked curiously.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, it’s too soon to tell. As long as they come out healthy that’s all that matters right?”

Then there was Harper, who weirdly enough was the first to know about (Name)’s pregnancy. Her sudden need to be cuddled up to her older sister all made sense now.

“Baby in big sister’s tummy?” Harper spoke, pressing her hands to (Name)’s belly. The toddler looked really hard at her sister’s belly before smiling. The toddler was in (Name)’s lap with Jazz right by her side.

“Hi baby! Harper wants to see you soon!” Harper spoke, clinging to her sister. Suddenly, the toddler looked up at (Name) with a curious look.

“How did baby get in sister’s tummy? Did she eat one?” Harper asked.

“No, no, I didn’t eat the baby”

“But how did baby get in your tummy?”

“Uh…” Harper then turned her attention to Jazz.

“Pazz, how did the baby get in sister’s tummy?” Jazz froze under the innocent and curious gaze of the toddler in his wife’s lap.

“Well…uh…” Jazz trailed off. She was far too young for the whole birds and the bees talk, but he knew that they couldn’t get away with not giving her an explanation.

“That’s a grown up secret, you’ll know when your all grown up alright?” Jazz spoke. Harper looked at him for a few seconds before accepting the answer.

“Otay! Harper can wait!” much to both (Name)’s and Jazz’s relief. 

Since then, she had been having random episodes of insomnia, a side effect of carrying. Jazz had been ten times sweeter and more attentive than he had been. While he doesn’t sleep often, he had been taking nights off from Swerve’s bar, which Swerve had no issues with, just to lay with her and hold her throughout the night. 

Sometimes he’d be fully sized, just holding her to his chassis with his large servos surrounding her like a protective shield. Other nights, like tonight, he’d be mass displaced and held her in his arms lovingly watching her sleep in his protection.    

(Name) had been tossing side to side, trying to fall asleep but she couldn’t, Jazz had his arms wrapped around her, watching her struggle to just fall asleep.

“I’m sorry Jazz, I know my tossing and turning is a bit annoying” (Name) mumbled. Jazz chuckled before kissing her hairline, gently assuring her that she was alright.

“I know you can’t help it, baby. The little one is keeping you up” Jazz spoke, one of his servos gently glided across her body, gently moving her night shirt out of the way so that he could place his servo on the bare skin of her barely growing belly.

“They’re being a stinker, and they don’t even have a spark beat yet” (Name) quietly complained, as she felt Jazz’s gentle touches on her belly, gently dancing across her skin. The mech chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“This will pass, hopefully, until then I'll be right here. I’ll sing you to sleep every night, and once the little one starts moving around, I’ll sing them to sleep as well. You will always have me by your side” Jazz said before he started humming once more.

(Name) smiled as she leaned into Jazz, listening to him humming a soft melody as he gently traced invisible shapes into her skin.

“Do you need anything? Some energon? Or some rust sticks? I could also get you some oil cake?” (Name) shook her head.

“All I want is to lay here with you” (Name) spoke, feeling that familiar drowsiness start to sink in. Jazz pulled (Name) closer, as his humming softened as he could sense how she was starting to fall asleep.

“Sleep well (Name), i’ll be here when you wake up” Jazz muttered, just as (Name) finally fell asleep.  

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Sorry for the short part, I am going through some burn out with both school, work, and my personal life. Hopefully the next part will be longer.

Part 5

[meshpuppet]

i wanted to draw miko and pmmm fanart so i just combined the two

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Reblogging this would help spread awareness to prevent ppl from getting their accounts hacked and such.

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Yes sir, officer! Prowl X reader

I am not super familiar with Prowl in the comics, most of my information on him I'm getting from the Transformers wiki. Forgive me if he seems a bit OOC.

TW: mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, mentions of non-consensual drugging, threatening behavior.  

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“Surely, there must be something else that you can do for work, right? There must be other options that aren't potentially life threatening?” The woman’s father expressed concern, speaking to her from behind glass. (Name) (Last Name), a woman dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a guard behind her monitoring conversation with her father. 

“It’ll be fine dad, this is what I want. They’re letting me out early based on good behavior, and this counts as community service. It’ll be like I was never in prison, yeah i’ll have an ankle monitor the majority of the time that i’ll be there, but if I play my cards right i’ll be able to live a semi-normal life” (Name) exclaimed with a confident smile. Her father nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

“I know you're innocent, I know that deep in my soul. While I'll be happy once you're out and living your own life, I will forever be angry at the ones who falsely accused you. My daughter is not a murderer” the man said. His grip on the phone tightening.

(Name) (Last Name) was found guilty of voluntary manslaughter, and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. She had already served ten years, and was being let out early based on good behaviour. However, she was falsely accused and prosecuted. She was set up to take the fall, and was serving time meant for someone else. 

She was approached by some government officials, saying that they’d give her a job and a place to live if she came to work for them. They even offered her a hefty sign on bonus. All she had to do was wash and clean up an Autobot or Decipticon, and the pay was hard to say no to. 

They told her that they believed her, that she had been falsely accused and was innocent, but she knew better. They didn’t believe her, she could see it on their faces.  They were desperate, but so was she, she needed to get out and clear her name. They did tell her that her cousin was the one that recommended her for the job, she was deeply grateful for that.

“I know dad, you and the whole family knows I didn’t do it” (Name) agreed, just as the guard behind her tapped her shoulder, reminding her that her time was almost up. 

“I start my new job tomorrow, I’ll call you everyday in the compound. You should be able to visit me there as well” (Name) added, her father nodded with tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much (Name), I promise that I'll visit when I can. ” The man said, drying his tears.

(Name) smiled as both she and her father hung up the phone. She got up from where she was sitting,and was led out of the room by a guard. The older man let out a heartbroken sigh, getting up from his seat as well and leaving the room. 

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This was the last thing that he wanted, the war was finally over, all he wanted was to go back to cybertron and continue his work as an officer of the law. However, for the sake of peace, he had to be here and take a human as his life partner. Ridiculous.

“Hey come on Prowl, cheer up a little bit would ya? You’re getting a free Conjunx!” Bluestreak said, with a smile. Both Prowl and Bluestreak had been sitting on a cybertronian sized bench watching the humans run around trying to get where they needed to be.

Prowl scoffed and rolled his optics. Couldn’t any of them see how inceidibly fucked up this was? Being offered a Conjux all for the sake of peace seemed highly unethical and illegal. How was he gonna know if his future Conjunx-to-be was even consenting to this?

Are they desperate? Did they need the money that bad that they’re willing to sell themselves away just to survive? Or are they all freaks and get off on the idea of being with a species other than their own? So many questions that left him feeling sick.

“You may like the idea of being handed someone on a silver platter, but I’m not so keen on the idea.” Prowl said, turning his attention away from Bluestreak to cross one leg over the other. Suddenly a man dressed in a suit approached holding a data pad.

“Prowl?” the man asked, looking at the two cybertronians before him. Prowl raised his servo, and the man drew closer.

“We managed to secure a Caretaker for you, this one is a bit of a special case. She is trying to integrate herself back into society, we figured that someone of your skills could help her with that” The man explained. Prowl withheld an annoyed groan. He has to act like some kind of rehabilitation pet for his soon-to-be-human-Conjux? The man played around with this data pad and Prowl heard his data pad go off in his subspace.

“I’m not going to sugar coat this, she is a convicted felon. Voluntary manslaughter, she claims that she didn’t do it, and in all honesty I believe her.” The man spoke bitterly. Prowl reached into his subspace and pulled out his data pad, there he saw her.

[Name: (Name) (Last Name)

ID Number: 8873256019

Age: 29 

Description: A convicted Felon, responsible for the murder of William Forts. Has served a ten year sentence and was released on good behavior. Will be placed on parole for a minimum of five years. Has been known to follow orders exceptionally well, and shows up on time.]

“What makes you say that?” Bluestreak asked, looking over Prowl’s shoulder plates to get a good look at her face. (Hair length), (Hair type), (Hair color) hair that fits her face nicely. (Eye color) eyes that lacked a certain shine of life. She was attractive, Prowl couldn’t deny that, but something felt off, really off. 

“I’m not gonna lie, she’s my cousin” The man said, gaining Prowl’s and Bluestreak’s attention.

“Look, I know that this isn’t appropriate of me to ask this or force this on you. But, she’s innocent. I know she is. (Name) doesn’t have it in her to kill people. If you would give her a chance, you’ll see that she doesn’t have the heart of a murderer. She was falsely accused and prosecuted, I know it.” The man admitted, with a determined look in his eyes. While he was nervous, just being in Prowl’s presence, he wanted justice for (Name).

Prowl hesitated for a moment, he sees it now. This was a desperate attempt to save this woman and help to potentially clear her name. He ex-vented and reluctantly agreed.

“Fine, I’ll give her a chance.” Prowl said. The man’s face brightened and he sighed with relief, he thanked the bot and quickly ran off to attend to other tasks he had.

“Huh, well that’s interesting” Bluestreak said, as Prowl’s optics fell back to the woman in the picture. 

Looking back on the photo, her mug shot looked off. She didn’t look like someone who would be a killer, in fact it looked like she had the life sucked out of her or like… she had been drugged. She looked out of it, her eyes were un-focused and glassy, like she wasn't aware of where she was. 

When Prowl first came to earth, and after spending time with one of the local police officers, he had brushed up on earth’s laws and their processes in catching criminals. 

He’s researched everything that he could, and fell down a rabbit hole of drug related crimes. Based on the photo, the woman looked like she was something that would make one weak and drowsy, definitely not something that would make you kill someone. 

“Hmmm, this feels off…” Prowl muttered, before he got up from where he was sitting.

“Where are you going?” Bluestreak asked. Earning him a quick “Research!” From the officer.

Prowl stalked his way back to his temporary habsuite, ignoring anyone who was trying to get his attention. Once he was inside he made a bee-line to his desk and personal computer . This was something that he had brought with him when the peace treaty between earth, The Autobots, and the Decepticons was announced. 

He immediately got to work, he looked up her criminal record, and everything that was related to her case that he had access to.  

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(Name) looked around the ground floor apartment in awe, she couldn't believe that this was all hers. Her cousin smiled at her as she looked around in glee, making him feel more guilty for what he was going to spring on her.

“Oh my gosh, Matt! This is amazing!!!” (Name) said, looking around the fully furnished apartment. So happy to call something this nice hers, after ten years in a cramped cell with three other women who all looked like they would beat her ass without a second thought.

“Yeah, this is probably gonna make you hate me for this, but I swear this was the best way that I could help you. I’m sorry” Matt said, gaining (Name)’s attention. He turned his data pad to her, as she was not allowed to have one, and showed her what he had displayed.

{What to expect with caring for your bot: The Cybertronians have come to believe that the caretakers are interested in pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship and possible future marriage. Playing into this has become integral to keep the Cybertronians happy and at peace, you will be required to bathe, provide energon, and get to know your bot on a deeper level. While you are free to reject any advances, know that it will go on your record and your time here will be called into question}    

(Name) was gob smacked, totally stunned. The hell his Matt get her into, she thought that she was just going to be cleaning up the bots not marrying them!

“WHAT THE HELL MATT?!” (Name) exclaimed, causing the man to wince.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, this was the only thing that I could do. I’m sorry we can’t have word get out about the cybertronians looking for interspecies relationships, it would cause a mass uproar in both extremes.” Matt explained. 

(Name) let out a defeated sigh, if she backed out now she’d have to find work elsewhere and not a whole lot of people are going to want to hire someone with manslaughter on their record.

 “It’s fine, I can work with this. I just hope I get paired with one of the good guys” (Name) relented. 

“You already have, I managed to pull some strings and I got you paired with one of the best. He already knows of your situation and has expressed some interest” Matt said, before scrolling a bit and showed her who her bot was.

[ Designation: Prowl

Age: unknown

Description: Formally chief military strategist and second in command of the Autobots, before the war was a high-ranking officer in the Cybertronian police force.]  

(Name)’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped. Prowl, she was going to be taking care of Prowl.

“Prowl as in the Prowl?” (Name) asked, turning to her cousin. The man gave her a small and worried nod. A smile broke out of her face before she started squealing with joy, confusing the man. He let out a noise as she suddenly hugged him, a mix between a confused wine and a pained grunt.

“OH MY GOD I’M TAKING CARE OF PROWL!!!! AHHHH!!!” (Name) cheered pulling back from Matt who was left confused.

“He’s the coolest bot ever! How did you know he was my favorite?! I love his whole bad cop thing he has going on! Everything about I'm is so–” (Name) cut herself off with a squeal, being unable to contain her own excitement.

“Hold up, you actually like Prowl?The guy who always seems like he has a stick up his ass?” Matt questioned, (Name) let out an offended gasp.

“Hey! He’s a high ranking officer, show some respect!” (Name) scolded.

“Why? Why him of all the autobots???” Matt asked in confusion.

“He’s just so amazing! He’s my hero, he’s so cool and I like how he’ll do whatever it takes for the sake of justice! Thank you so much for getting me hooked up with him!!!” (Name) said. Matt, while completely confused, just smiled at his cousin. Happy that she was happy.

“OH, what time do I have to tend to him, is it today or tomarrow?” (Name) asked in excitement.

“Tomarrow, since I'm in charge of you I have to follow by your parole requirements, I’ll be here to pick you up at seven am sharp. You will be cleaning Prowl at eight am and I’ll be with you a majority of the day, besides cleaning, and I’ll be taking you back home at five. Oh, and your curfew starts as soon as you get back home.”  Matt explained. (Name) nodded in understanding.

“Got it, I understand! I’ll be up and ready tomorrow!” (Name) said, with a smile on her face.  

Matt smiled at (Name), and was about to leave when he realized that he had accidentally offered up his felon cousin as a bride to a ruthless, morally gray, alien cop who said cousin is obsessed with. 

‘Oh my god, what have I done?!’ 

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It was getting close to eight when Prowl entered his assigned washroom, he walked through the door and sat down on the bench that was in the room. The autobot has been up all night, combing through file after file of everything he could get his servos on for his caretaker’s case. 

While everything that he has his pointing to (Name) being a murderer, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something that was missing. Something big enough that would disprove the entire case. He was getting invested in this, he combed through articles from her home town and news reports, he was about to go through local police reports when he realized that he had to leave. 

‘What the hell am I missing, she looked drugged in the mugshot. There has to be something that I haven’t seen, something that can prove that she’s not guilty.’ Prowl thought to himself. He had burned those images of her into his processor, those unaware and glassy eyes. It made him angry, very angry. He was no saint, far from it, but the thought of drugging someone innocent and getting them sent to prison for a crime that they didn’t commit riled him up. That was a line that even he wouldn't cross.       

Prowl was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the human sized door open, and two people entering. Matt was debating if he should say anything, not wanting to disturb the bot and triggering his famous anger. (Name) on the other hand was smiling like a star struck idiot, she quickly cleared her throat, making hers and Matt’s presence known. Prowl’s gaze snapped to the two and Matt jumped slightly, while (Name) smiled.  

“Hello sir, I’m (Name) (Last Name). I have been tasked with your care, I hope that we both can get along!” (Name) said, maintaining her excitement and joy and tried to keep a professional image. Prowl looked at her, really looked at her. She was clean, and dressed properly in the required coveralls, she had manners and seemed to have everything that she would need to care for him.

“Hello” Prowl said simply, with a wave of his servo. Matt let out a breath that he was holding and turned to leave.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to do your work, I’ll be back to check in about four hours, let me know when you're finished so then you can get that report done.” Matt said, as (Name) thanked her cousin. Once the door closed, (Name) turned her attention back to Prowl.

“Would you like to start with some energon or your bath?” (Name) asked. Prowl thought for a moment.

“Energon, now.” Prowl said sternly, gauging her reaction. 

‘There were multiple reports from both the court and prison documents that had mentioned that she was prone to violent outbursts and acted at a mindless brute during those fits of anger when in the presence of authority, along with an unwillingness to cooperate. Along with being unprofessional and showing disrespect to anyone around her, and that this was a constant up to her early release’ Prowl thought. If Matt really thinks that he can help, she would need to prove she was worthy of his aid. 

(Name) simply nodded with a ‘Yes sir, right away’ all while maintaining that smile of hers. She turned to the cart and examined the huge barrel of energon, contemplating on how she was going to lift it. She made an attempt, before realizing that it was too heavy for her. She grabbed the cart and pushed it over to Prowl, who watched her every move. She parked the cart in front of him and looked up, still keeping that smile.

“I’m not strong enough to lift it on my own, I hope you don’t mind me bringing all of my stuff over to you.” (Name) said, in a calm and respectful tone. She admired how Prowl looked, seeing him up close was so amazing for her to see the cop that she had idolized for so long right in front of her. He was huge, and looked to be thirty-two feet tall.     

“That’s fine, now I'd like you to get started on my bathing water. I want it hot enough for you to stand and I want a soap that smells clean with a hint of your planet’s fruit” Prowl ordered, picking up the barrel and tearing off the top. 

“Yes sir, I’ll do my best!” (Name) said, before pulling the cart over to where the faucets were and started going through her soaps. He watched her every move, so far she didn’t show any hint of being irritated with his demands, she actually seemed to be enjoying her work. Suddenly her face fell as she went through her soaps, he awaited for any sign that would lead to her having a violent outburst.

“Oh no, I don’t seem to have anything that you're wanting sir. I can’t leave the room without Matt here to escort me. It would go against my parole.” (Name) spoke, sounding disappointed. Prowl took note of how upset she was that she couldn’t get him what he asked for. She wasn’t mad or displaying any signs of anger or aggression. 

“Well we can’t have you violating your parole, what do you have in your cart?” Prowl asked, (Name) was quick to sort though her soaps trying to find something close to what he wanted.

“Let’s see…. I have this Pina colada scent or I have this tropical breeze? Although those don’t sound like they’re very ‘you’ you know? Uh… this one is more of a standard soap. It smells clean but it doesn't have what you want.” Suddenly an idea popped in her head.

“What if I mixed these two soaps together, that seems like the closest thing we can get to what you want without you having to wait?” (Name) suggested, turning back to Prowl with a hopeful smile. However, he looked pissed, like he was angry that he wasn’t getting what he wanted. All he wanted was a simple bath of soap that he wanted and she couldn’t provide that. 

‘Hmm, she remained calm and showed problem solving skills, not what those reports have described her as being. She’s maintained a professional image and is able to put up with slight disrespect’ Prowl thought to himself. Why the hell would the reports say that she was prone to violence when she was acting so calm, and found solutions to the slightest inconveniences?

“I’m sorry” Prowl was pulled from his thoughts at the soft apology. He looked at the woman before him to see that she looked sad and disappointed.

“The war ended and you are finally at peace, all you want is a bath with soap that you want and I can’t even give you that. I’ve idolized you for years and have wanted to meet you for so long...You’re my hero, I’ve been a huge fan of you…” (Name) spoke, her voice cracking.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just started my job and I’m already messing up.” tears filled (Name) eyes, causing Prowl’s optics to widen. That seals it for him, she is nothing like the reports say she is. 

She’s not violent, not prone to outbursts, she shows no disrespect, she’s clean and professional, she is willing to adapt, and she is on the verge of tears at the thought of disappointing him. If the reports are inaccurate then what else is? 

“No, no. It’s fine really, I was just deep in thought, really you're doing a fine job. I like your idea, go ahead and mix up those soaps. I trust you to pick out something I'd like.” Prowl said, offering her the best smile he could give. 

(Name)’s eyes widened before a smile took over her face, the woman quickly wiped her eyes and nodded. He trusted her, her of all people. He knew that she had a criminal record and he would still trust her even if it was just soap.

“Yes sir, right away! I won’t disappoint you!” (Name) said, letting a bit of her excitement slip though. (Name) quickly turned back to her soaps and quickly grabbed both the generic clean smelling soap and the Pina colada scent. She squeezed them into a bucket in her cart and quickly grabbed a hose.

Prowl watched as she fiddled around with the facets, trying to get the water as hot as she could stand. He took note of how she was mixing the hot water and soap with care, it was at this point he analyzed her body language. She was relaxed, like she wasn’t nervous or frightened even in his presence. Then he remembered that she had mentioned that she idolized him, that he meant something to her. Him, the cold hearted and calculating second in command. 

Once her bucket was full she brought it over to him, with a few rags and brushes. She sat the bucket down, placing the brushes and rags to hang from the rim with care. She turned to Prowl, looking up at him with a smile. He was big, looked to be around thirty-two feet tall, it was going to take her a while to get him completely clean. But, she was going to do it, he deserved it for everything he has done for her planet. 

Those eyes, those innocent looking eyes. She was like an open book, he could easily read her. Then again, humans were easier to read than cybertronians. She was soft hearted, kind, easy going, hard working, and was determined to do her best. Nothing about her gave him a reason to think she was capable of murder, those reports were bogus, lies, false, fabricated. There was no doubt in his mind that there was evidence that linked her to the murder that had been fabricated as well. There was no way that she killed William Forts, not a chance in hell.

“Where would you like me to start? Do you have a preference, si-” “Prowl” (Name) froze, her eyes widening.

“You can call me Prowl, no more of this ‘sir’ crap” Prowl said, looking down at the woman before him, his optics softening.

“Your cousin, Matt, entrusted me with proving your innocence. He believed that you were falsely accused of manslaughter” Prowl began, getting up from the bench he was sitting on. (Name) backed up giving him room. 

He mass displaced, dropping from thirty-two feet down to ten, causing the woman’s jaw to drop. He took a few steps for words, getting close to her and placing a servo on her shoulder. The mere touch caused her face to heat up.                                   

“You had mentioned that you were a fan of mine, that means you know how well I can read people. They way that you act, and your body language, you are far too easy to read. Nothing gives me the impression that you are a killer, which is why I will help you to prove your innocence. If there is one thing I hate, it is when people who break the law and take lives for no good reason go unpunished. What I hate more, is when the innocent have to suffer for those crimes.” Prowl gave her a stern and determined look.

“You… you believe me? You believe that I'm not a murderer?” (Name) felt her eyes burn once more. Finally, someone other than her family that believed her, that she was innocent, her idol believes her. The first tear ran down her cheeks, then the second, then the third. Next thing she knew, she was full on sobbing. She kept trying to wipe her eyes with the back of her sleeves, but the tears kept coming.

“Ten years, ten years of my life stolen from me. You’re the only person other than my own family that believed that I was innocent, thank you! Thank you!” (Name) cried, covering her mouth to muffle her cries. 

Prowl watched her cry, keeping his servo on her shoulder, he wasn’t really one for comforting people; that was something Optimus, Jazz, or Bumblebee were better at. However, since she was to be his Conjux, he had to make an effort. He still wasn’t set on the idea of having an arranged Conjux, but he wasn’t going to abandon her. He was just going to have to make this work.    

“I can’t promise that I'll be good enough for you, one who is so innocent, but I will try.” Prowl said, before awkwardly bringing her into an embrace, an embrace that felt so foreign to him. (Name) leaned into him allowing the bot to wrap his arm around her fully. Holy hell she was soft.   

‘She’s so soft and warm, fits so well against me’ Prowl took note, watching as (Name) pulled back to dry her eyes. 

“I’m sorry for breaking down like that, I should start cleaning you up now” (name) said, turning back to the bucket of soapy water.

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“mmmm, right back there, don’t be afraid to go deeper” Prowl groaned, feeling how (Name) was getting into the grooves of his armor. Primus her hands were nimble, getting into places that he couldn’t dream of reaching.

“Sure thing Prowl! I’ll do my best.” (Name) said, increasing her efforts. She had been at this for a few hours now, scrubbing him still he shined like a diamond. Right now she was working on his back plates while he sat in front of her.    

“Primus your hands are good, how are you not tired yet?” Prowl asked, turning his helm to look at the woman behind him. The woman pulled back to wipe some sweat that had built up on her forehead.

“I’m ok, I want to prove to you that I can take care of you!” (Name) said with a smile. That’s right, she’s trying to prove that she’ll be a good Conjux. She is a fan of his, so this is a dream come true for her, most likely. She’s not overbearing or annoying, so he could live with having her by his side for a while, considering human lives are so short. 

However, she’s far too good for a ruthless bastard like him, she deserves someone who could love her back. But, he wanted to help her, she was innocent, he knew that deep in his twisted spark. 

“You know, I’m really happy to have been given this opportunity. You’re someone that I have always looked up too, someone I wanted to be. To do whatever it takes for the sake of justice, you're someone that I deeply admire.” (name) admitted with a smile, gaining Prowl’s attention.

“Seriously, I think that you’re amazing. Sure you’re cold and distant, war can do that to a person, but you’re not afraid to show kindness even when you don’t have to. I respect that about you, and I will forever be thankful for what you’ve done for my planet and it’s people” (Name) stated. Prowl’s gaze lingered on her, for a few moments before turning his attention to her fully. Spinning around to face her.

“You deserve better than me”

“I like being with you”

“I can’t guarantee that I'll love you the way you deserve”

“That’s ok, just being by your side is enough for me”

“even if you die old and unloved?”

“As long as I can show you how much you mean to me, I'll be fine. I’ll die happy, knowing I've paid you back a fraction of what you’re owed.”

“I’m cruel, and cold, how could you love that? That makes no sense, there is no logic in that.”

“Given what you’ve gone through I can’t blame you, war can turn anyone cold, but I can’t say you're cruel. You’re trying to prove my innocence because it’s the right thing to do. I will always be thankful for that, and my loyalty is yours” 

(Name) meant every word, she admired him from the moment she saw him all those years ago. If she was going to be his wife, she would enjoy every minute of it. Even if she wasn't what he was expecting, even if he couldn’t love her, even if she died unloved by the mech she had come to deeply respect and love. As long as she could make his life even the smallest bit easier for him, to replay what he has done for her and her planet, that would be worth it for her.

Prowl was silent, looking at the woman before him justifying why she idolized him so much. She was infuriatingly sweet and kind, so much more than he deserves. Deep is his cold dead spark, he felt a warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time. He gritted his denta in frustration, damn her for making feel like this so quickly. Perhaps that’s just her human charm, or it’s just her.

Prowl grabbed (Name) and pulled her into him, forcing her into his lap. (Name)’s face burned hot at the sudden action as he held her close.

“Damn you. Damn you (Name), you are so infuriating.” Prowl growled, feeling his spark throb in her chest plates. He was falling for her, no doubt about that, he was shocked by how quickly he was. It confused him, but also excited him at the same time. A small human woman, somehow claimed his spark within only a few hours of knowing him. 

“I’ll do whatever I can to make life comfortable for you, while I plan on returning to Cybertron, I'll take you with me. But I'll make sure that you will be able to return here for your family when we can. Once I prove your innocence, I'll claim you as mine, I swear it.” Prowl proclaimed, holding her closer.

“Cybertron? I’d love to see it, I look forward for the day you take me with you.” (Name) said. While this wasn’t what she had in mind, she’d love to see his home world, to see what it was like and how he lived. 

Without any hesitation, Prowl pulled back and smashed his dermas against’s (Name)’s own lips. The woman’s eyes were blown wide as one of Prowl’s servo’s grabbed the back of her head, keeping her in place. Her eyes slid shut and her brows screwed together and she felt her lips melt with his strangely soft metal dermas.

‘So soft and warm, her intake is wet and this taste’ Prowl pulled (Name) closer to him. Deepening the kiss, sliding his glossia into her mouth. Getting a better taste of herm

Prowl gently guided her to lay on her back, all while staying connected to her. (Name) felt light headed, her lungs were screaming at her to pull away but she didn't care. His own unique flavor was addictive, and the way he dominated her was driving the butterflies in her stomach wild.

Just as she was on the verge of passing out, Prowl pulled away, leaving a small string of their mixed oral lubricant and spit being the only connection between the two. (Name) let out a gasp and she took in a deep breath of air as her eyes watered.

“So, that's how you taste. I could get used to that” Prowl said, as he licked away the thin string. He watched her reaction as she sucked in air as a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I can’t promise that I'll be good enough for you, but I am willing to try. If you are willing to show me this amount of dedication then I will match what you give. I will not rest till I find the one who made you suffer, only then will I find myself worthy of making you mine” Prowl said, in that famous serious tone of his. (Name) reached up to gently cup his face plates in her hands, caressing the smooth metal that was there.

“I trust you, you're the type to get the job done no matter what it takes. I’ll wait for you, no matter what I'll be here for you. You will always have me, for as long as my life span allows it” (Name) spoke, with a soft and caring smile. 

Prowl could feel his spark flutter at how sweet she was, so understanding and patient. So quick to justify how he was so cold and harsh. She was far too much for him, for more than he could ever deserve and yet she was willingly giving herself to him as that was what she wanted. Who ever made her suffer, robbed her ten years of her freedom, ten years of her short life, he was going to make sure that they pay, he would pull every string he had, use every resource that was at his disposal. No matter what it took, he would bring her justice.

“You sweet little thing, how dare you make me fall in love with you so damn quickly, It lacks all logic. You infuriating, fascinating, innocent woman” Prowl growled, pressing his derma’s back to hers once more. (Name) hummed against his dermas, crossing her arms behind his neck.

Suddenly the door opened, and Matt’s face went through a series of emotions. Disbelief, shock, denial, confusion, fear, anger, more fear, and what the hell was he looking at. Prowl was on top of his cousin, making out with her. Both Prowl and (Name) looked over at the man, separating once they realized that he was there.

“Wha… I… (Name) once you're done, meet me outside!” The door slammed shut, leaving the two with themselves.

“I think that means it’s time for me to go, I need to be home by five per my parole.” (Name) said, and Prowl pulled away. She got up from the floor before turning to offer the mech her hand to help him up. Even though she was nowhere strong enough to pull him up from the floor, it’s the thought that counts. He gently grabbed her hand, and got up off the ground by himself.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow around the same time, I’ll see if I can’t pull anything more about your case from the resources I have available.” Prowl said, helping her gather up her things and placing them back onto the cart.

“You got it, and thank you for helping me and for giving me the opportunity to be your….” (Name) paused for a moment, trying to find the right word.

“Conjux, our life parents are all known as Conjux endura”

“Right, right, Conjux Endura. Thank you for letting me have that opportunity” (name) said sweetly, causing Prowl’s spark to clench. So damn sweet and kind, too cute for him to stand. She needed to leave before he could keep her from leaving.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” (Name) said, leaving the room. Once the door closed behind her Matt was on her immediately. He was whisper yelling at her while they walked down the hall.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

“What was what?”

“DON’T PLAY DUMB, HE WAS SUCKING YOUR FACE!!!”

“I liked it”

“UGH!! GROSS!!”

“Oh get over yourself, he agreed to help prove my innocence. I have the best detective in the universe helping me prove my innocence!” (Name) said, with a smile. Matt gave her a surprised look before he broke out in a smile.

“Wait seriously? He’s going to help you? Matt asked, (Name) nodded her head just as they reached the cart drop off.

“Yep, he said that once he proves my innocence and catches the one who killed that man, he was going to make me his wife and take me to Cybertron!” (Name) said with a dreamy smile on her face. The guy she had been obsessed with for literally years fell in love with her in mere hours of knowing her and had promised his servo in marriage. It was like a dream come true!

“Hold on, he’s taking you to his planet?” Matt asked in shock, and sadness. As much of a relief as it was to see how happy his cousin was, the thought that she’d be separated from her family and lifting on a whole other planet made him sad. (Name) noticed and have him a comforting smile.

“Don’t look so sad, he said that we’d visit when we could, it’s not like we’d never see each other again” (Name) said, as they walked though the main lobby, past a bitchy looking receptionist, and out into the parking lot. Walking over to his car.

“Yeah, but still. Don't you think that you’re moving too fast?” Matt asked in concern. He fished out his keys from his pocket  and unlocked the door.

“We might be, but I don’t really care. All I want is his happiness, and if he’s happy then I'm happy. Besides, I owe him for fighting for my freedom, I spent way too long behind bars and I want whoever did this to me to pay” Matt quickly noticed how dark her tone turned. He looked up to see a dark look in the woman’s eyes, it caught him off guard. She was so sweet and kind, seeing that dark, borderline angry look in her eyes scared him a bit.

“Ten years Matt, I spent ten years in prison serving a sentence meant for someone else. That makes me angry. Very, very, very angry. I want all that were involved to pay for what they did to me and William Forts. I want justice.“ (Name) spoke. Her face shifted back to her joyful self and she quickly slipped into the car. 

‘Damn, prison really did a number on her.’ Matt thought, getting into the driver's seat.

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An old, heavy set man was typing away at his computer. His eyes were tired, and the beginnings of a headache were coming on. Dealing with the constant demands of bots and cons, demanding caretakers to do what they pleased was taking a toll on him, it was his job to make sure that they’re happy so that they would keep up the peace treaty. While it was a small misunderstanding, it has become integral that they keep up this illusion that this was an arranged marriage situation rather than a caretaking service.

There was a knock on his door, he called out a tired ‘come in’ right before the door opened to reveal a mass displaced Prowl. The man felt his heartbeat quicken in panic as the bot walked in and stopped just at his desk. Was he upset that they had given him a felon, he knew he should have given him someone else, he shouldn’t have listened to Matt!

“I want everything you can get on (Name) (Last Name), everything pertaining to her case and any past criminal activities. What I have is only on public record, I need more details.” Prowl demanded, placing a servo in the man’s desk.

“What? why?” The older man asked.

“That woman is innocent, I am not a fool. I need to know why she was falsely imprisoned, why the real murderer got away.” Prowl spoke with a growl. The man pulled at the collar of his suit, as sweat started forming above his brow.

“P-Prowl, I don’t know what she told you, but she committed a terrible crime. She was caught and had served her time, everything that you’ve found points to–” the man was cut off by the sound of his desk collapsing under the intense pressure that Prowl was putting it under. The man slid his chair back just in time and the legs of the desk buckled under the cybertroinian’s weight.

“Are you implying that I am wrong, that I don’t know what I'm talking about?” Prowl questioned, stepping into the ruined remains of the man’s desk. 

“I have lived for longer than your primitive species has been alive, I have developed my skills on reading people and  I am able to tell when someone is lying based on sight. That woman is innocent, she had given me no reason not to believe her” The man slid his chair back further, hitting the wall behind him and Prowl caged the man with his arms, cracking the wall as his digits dug in. He leaned down and was inches away from the man’s face.    

“Both the court documents and prison reports are full of lies about her character, she is nothing like what those reports say she is. This implies that there are more falsehoods with her case, which is why I need to see everything. You are going to get me everything I need, so that I can catch the real murderer and set her free” Prowl spoke calmly, while his optics held a fiery and dangerous look.    

“I-I’m sorry there’s not much I can do, I don’t have a lot of power here. I can’t just ge-” Prowl quickly pulled one of his servo’s out from the wall and grabbed the man’s face, squishing his cheeks andlifting him up and pinning him to the wall. The crushed drywall from Prowl’s digits was rubbed off on his cheeks. The man’s eyes widened in fear as he was dangling bay the face from the mech’s servos.

“I’m sorry, I don’t recall asking if you could or couldn’t do it, I am demanding you to.” Prowl’s voice was deep, low, and dangerous. His optics was practically burning a hole into the man in his grasp, watching his fearful eyes tracking him. 

The man had heard many things about Prowl, how ruthless he can be. How he was cold and uncaring, full of rage and essentially the Shockwave of the Autobots. He didn’t want to believe it, but now gazing into his cold and angry eyes. He was starting to believe it.

“You WILL get me what I need, you WILL get in context with the right people, you WILL help me prove my future Conjux is innocent.” Prowl growled.

“Or do I have to do this myself? I have no issues getting what I need the easy way or the hard way”  Prowl threatened. The man stiffened in fear at the thought of Prowl doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, even if it meant destroying the newly found peace that humanity had obtained. Prowl released the pressure from around the man’s face, allowing him to speak.

“I-I’ll get what you want! I’ll pull everyone I know into this! I swear, we’ll get everything you need!” The man promised, clinging to Prowl’s arm. Satisfied, Prowl released the man, letting him fall back into his chair.

“It’s best that word doesn't get out about what happened here, this ‘peace treaty’ will fall apart” Prowl added, before turning to leave.

“What if we can’t prove that she’s innocent? It’s been ten years!” The man asked, in panic. Prowl looked over his shoulder.

“You will, am I understood?” Prowl said, earning a hasty nod Prowl left the room, leaving the man alone. He sat in stunned silence before he scrambled to find his phone and start making some calls.

“I need everything we know about (Name) (Last Name), find anything you can. Prowl believes that she has been falsely accused of manslaughter. We need everything we can get on her and I want it now!” 

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Hope you guys liked it, again, sorry if Prowl feels a little OOC this was the best I could do.

Part 2

[titleknown]

Trump Moves to Deeply Censor the Entire Internet

The Trump administration is cynically exploiting calls for stricter AI regulation to pass broad censorship measures at the federal level.

So, in terrible news, Trump's trying to pull some strings to pass this massive internet censorship bill, featuring all the kinds of internet censorship we're terrified of, including mandatory ID for accessing basically any website, specifically to crush state regulation of AI, because apparently this man will always see the moral bottom of the barrel and start digging.

So, if you live in the US and hate censorship and AI you know what to do, contact your congresspeople and tell them do not fucking dare let this through or so help us god...

[kosher-salt]

More direct source of concern

URGENT: We’re one bad D.C. deal away from the era of online government censorship.

Congress and the White House are negotiating your online speech rights away. Tell lawmakers: reject KOSA, NO FAKES, and age-verification man

[rfpreiwaphase]

5calls has NOT updated to reflect this

6/14/2026

Bad Internet Bills

All of the bad internet bills. One website.

Call now. Call often. Get your Americans on the horn. 📞 Every time you call, 🐨 will hug you

[mintymarabell]

Platonic yandere elder yautja.

An elder whose strong and powerful in status but not fertile, his seed never taking so he never had children of his own.

He would beat himself up over it all the time, thinking he was not good enough.

He’ll be on earth just wondering around aimlessly when he sees you, a teenager who was crying in the woods.

He would watch curiously, wondering what you were doing alone.

When you get up and leave after composing yourself he’ll follow after you, when you lead him to a house that has two ooman pairs having a yelling match inside he somewhat connects the dots.

He will watch over you over the months, noticing the neglect in the household. He’s so jealous, your parents barely pay you any mind or even care for you and yet he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Maybe one time you’re in your room curled up in bed trying to sleep through your parents continuous arguing when your window slowly slides open, you don’t notice until there’s a big thump and suddenly something is in your room.

You go to scream but a large hand is cupped over your mouth to quiet the sound.

When you wake up again you’re in a different room, one much bigger than your previous one the bed huge and comfortable with alien soft sheets and silk pillows.

A small tray of breakfast sat on the nightstand to your left still warm.

He won’t reveal his scary appearance to you, living as a ghost in his own home as he provided for you better than your parents ever had.

Maybe one day, after a few months of living in the strange very futuristic like house you explore, walking around the grand halls, looking into the various bedrooms, some being children others being for an adult, you simply marveled at the design.

Maybe you walk outside to see the scenery and notice the different colors of the sky, the amber atmosphere.

You wander farther from the house, towards the pristine gates and walk out of them as you look at this ‘new world’ in hopes of feeding your growing curiosity.

Maybe you venture too far, finding you had zoned out and was now in the woods with faint growling and the once twin suns now settling into a dark sky.

Your breathing hitched as you looked around frantically trying to remember where it is you came from, then suddenly something hops from the tree, it is some beast, clearly not from earth.

The beast stalking towards you as it readied itself to attack and then it lunged, you closed your eyes and waited but it never came.

Instead a loud crash could be heard as something ran into the beast, you opened your eyes and seen the beast but nothing else.

It was as if the beast was fighting its imaginary friend, though in this case enemy.

The beast had brawled with the other invisible being, at some point in the fight the beast had landed a hit, the sound of flesh tearing and electric sparks then its invisible cloak was unveiled.

You had been inching back this whole time, slowly but surely won the race right? Though as you inched back, you noticed the humanoid was beginning to slack. Noticing a healing wound on its shoulder blade being the issue of its delay.

You had decided it was clearly on your side so you picked up a size ably sharp stick. Beginning to walk back toward the fight just as the beast had pinned the your possible new friend; you stabbed it right through the throat.

The humanoid pushed off the now dead carcass, standing up slowly. This had given you a moment to look at him truly. He had four mandibles with sharp fangs on the end, along with long dread like hair that was graying. After the awkward pause he had ruffled your hair and pushed you back in the direction of the house you had stayed at.

It had been a few months, your new father now walking around with no invisible cloak. He was in short terms, protective. If you had went out he went along and never let you go far. It appeared he lived alone, in a massive home.

You could get used to it, though you hoped it wasn’t forever it’d be like this.