Optimus onlined from a deep recharge with a ring in his audio receptors and a major ache in his helm.

Onlining his optics, he sat up rubbing his temples. He waited for the ringing to die down a bit before he took a look at his surrondings.

"By the love of Primus…" he said, voice barely above an irratated whisper.

He was in the main hangar, and it was destroyed. Pieces of the floor were torn up and peeled back. The computer screens above him were shattered, some of the glass covered his body where he lay on the floor.

To the left, Ratchet lay, face down on the ground. Optimus hurried over to him, glass shattering on the floor as he ran.

Optimus gently shook the recharging giant in an attempt to wake him up.

"Ratchet," Prime urged, shaking more. "Ratchet, online, please."

As the medic groaned into his recharge, Optimus continued his search around the base. Ironhide was in another corner, and was slowly starting to stand on his peds. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were on opposite sides of the room, the lobbing ball just a few meters away from Bulk. Arcee, Chromia, and Ellita-One where just a few yards behind himself and Ratchet, huddled together on the floor and still recharging. Sideswipe and Bumblebee were laying next to the hallway that lead to Bells' room. Optimus assumed that they were-

"Bells," Prime said, more to himself than to anyone else. He suddenly remembered the girl in the other room, the only one not present, the only one not in the hangar. He stood and hurriedly ran to the hallway, leaving Ratchet to question where he went so soon.

"Of all the fragging glitch heads-" Ratchet began his insult to Optimus Prime, but he was cut off at the sight of his base. "What in the name of the pits of Kaon happened here!?"

I laid on the floor of the hallway, hands over my abdomen in a protective, case like manner. I was curled into a ball, the fetal position, and not moving. I didn't remember much of what happened, only that that femme that Megatron called Nightracer pointed her fingers at my stomach and this unbearable amount of pain was shot directly to my heart. I felt my unborn child writhe in my stomach, his/her feet pounding against my internal organs and the side of my stomach. I couldn't remember anything but the pain and the fear for my child, my baby.

"Bells!" I heard Optimus' voice cry frantically for me.

I felt the floor beneath me shift with oncoming pedsteps. I couldn't find the strength to online my optics and look to see who it was that was coming, but I assumed it was the Prime.

"O...Optimus…?" I forced out in between breaths of air. I felt the floor shift while the speed of the pedsteps picked up, until they finally stopped altogether.

"Annabelle," I heard Optimus say, soothingly. His voice was a lot closer than before so I opened my eyes and looked around.

I felt Optimus gently pick me up, but not before I heard quite a few more pedsteps come thundering down the hall. I looked at Optimus, and then behind him to see the rest of the autobots surronding him.

"Ratchet," he called, making his way in the direction of the med bay. Looking down at me with blue optics that could make any species faint, he said: "Bells,..What happened?"

"M...Mega..tron," I breathed out again. I didn't see, but I felt Optimus tense at the mention of the name. It wasn't long until I heard Ratchet fall in step behind him.

They shifted into the doios of the medbay where Optimus lay me down on the bed, transformed and activated the hologram to appear right beside me.I looked up to see his mighty blue eyes, and behind him Ratchet's hologram appearing.

"Just try to relax, Bells," Optimus told me as Ratchet put a sedative into a syringe, approaching my bedside.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the Prime's touch. I heard other bots come in but chose to ignore them. I tried to stay awake, but eventually the sedative Ratchet gave me won over, and I slowly drifted to sleep.

"Ratchet, what is it?"

Ratchet snapped out of the state he was in, looking at the monitors on the screen that were analyzing some of the tissue he had managed to extract from the infant inside of Bells' womb. He also had taken some from Bells, but when that came up with nothing, he had to check the baby to see what the decepticons had done to her.

"I don't know yet Prime. The computers have not loaded the sample yet." Ratchet replied in the same tone that he had been using the last few times that Optimus had asked the same question.

"I'm sorry, old friend," Optimus apologized. "I know that human technology is slower than our own. But, I am just so worried about our little femme here,-"

"I know Prime," Ratchet sighed, again. "I know."

"Why do we get clean up duty?"

Bumblebee groaned in frustration, trying his best to ignore Sideswipe. The young bot was, again, complaing about being assigned to clean and repair the hangar.

"Because, Sideswipe," Bumblebee began scraping as much of the shard of glass that he could up and off the ground. "Annabelle is hurt, so Ratchet, Optimus and Ironhide are going to be right at her side. Jazz-"

"Except," the frustrated mech cut him off, tossing another floor tile to the side. "Hatchet won't let Ironhide inside so he spends his time moping by the doorway."

"Jazz," Bumblebee continued on sharply, shooting the mech a glare. "is out scouting for the decepticons' location."

"Aren't you pretty salty about not being the one chosen to go scout?"

If Bumblebee were to be honest with the mech, he would say yes. Bee was a very agitated that Prime had picked Jazz instead of him. Jazz wasn't even a real scout! He was just small! Jazz was a party bot back on Cybertron. Bumblebee had been training for a scout since he was a sparkling. He made it into Optimus' division as a scout. He was the first one sent to earth to scout out the land, water and air. He could track the Decepticons in astroseconds, and Optimus chose Jazz.

Bumblebee shook his helm to get the anger out of his thoughts. Prime was only doing his duty, it wasn't his fault. He had Bells to worry about.

"Sideswipe," he sighed. "It's going to be fine."

"But what about Bulkhead and-"


The agitated mech froze, hand in the air, mid-launch with a piece of scrap metal in hand. He looked at the more experienced mech, who was shooting daggers at him.

"Enough," Bee breathed. "It'll be fine. But for now, Optimus Prime gave us a job to do. I suggest we get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible."

Sideswipe rolled his eyes, and gave Bee a mock salute. "Yes sir."

Bumblebee rolled his optics but continued cleaning. He'll learn.

"What is it Ratchet?"

Optimus Prime's hologram stood at the foot of the medical berth Bells was laying on. The girl in question was asleep soundly, oblivious to the conversation going on around her. Ratchet had turned away from the human sized computer with a deep frown on his face. He had been examining the results from the ultrasound, MRI, ct scan, and many other operations that he had performed on the human.

The results were not something that he wanted to see.

"Ratchet?" Prime asked again, sensing the medic's hesitance.

"It's...Optimus,.." Ratchet sighed. "Ironhide," he called for the bot waiting patiently outside of the door.

The door to the med bay swung open, and in stepped the bipedal mode of Ironhide, a worried expression on the bot's normal serious face.

"What is the word, doc?" His deep voice rumbled, falling in step directly behind Optimus.

"Bells.. …" Ratchet hesitated, which alarmed the two mechs before him. Ratchet never hesitated. "Something is wrong, with her baby," Ratchet finished.

"Is he dead?" Ironhide asked.

"No!" Ratchet said. "No, no, the baby's health is perfectly fine. It's,.. something else."

"Well, what is it?" Optimus asked.

"Come on, spit it out," Ironhide urged.

Ratchet sighed. Might as well just say it.

"The decepticons somehow figured out a way to change the baby from human to Cybertronian."

The two mechs didn't move. They stared at the medic in complete shock.

"You can't be serious," Ironhide questioned, straightening his back.

"How is that even possible?..." Optimus trailed off, looking at the human girl on the bed.

"I think it may have something to do with an energon coating surrounding the child. Instead of the human food Bells is providing, the child is taking in energon. Raw energon. I believe this is combing with the young chromosomes and after a long period of time will turn the child into a Cybertronian sparkling. I don't know how long we have, or what we are going to do about it, but Bells won't be able to survive carrying a sparkling in the third trimester of her carrying."

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