I lay close to Ultra Magnus as the nurse checked my temperature and my pulse.

I was becoming weak and drowsy. Father would be mad at how weak I was being, he would shout and belt it into me.

I was a disgrace, and it was no wonder that father didn't like me, I was weak, worthless, a sorry excuse of a daughter. Nobody liked me, and it was strange that the bots wanted me, I would only be a plaything, and always be under their feet. They would get sick of me and leave me. Nobody would ever like me.

I didn't even realise it, but Ultra Magnus was shaking me gently, he wiped my eyes, I was crying? No be brave young Val, prove father wrong!

I looked up into Ultra Magnus's eyes... Then I blacked out.

~a few hours later~

"UGH!" a long groan escaped my dry throat as I woke out of a drugged sleep.

"Oh no no, be careful, you'll tear your stitches!" Came Ratchet's strict voice.

I slightly opened my eyes and pounced out of my makeshift bed, and straight to the clean bucket beside it.

I felt someone shift my hair and rub my back soothingly and looked up to see Ultra Magnus. I gave him a lopsided smile and turned back to the bucket to heave out another chunk of purple gunk.

I rolled into Magnus's embrace and felt sleepy again. I felt two wet noses press against either cheek and I opened my eyes to the two questioning gazes of my pets.

"I'm okay." I reassured them.

I sunk farther into Magnus's firm chest and lay my head on his chest listening to his sparkbeat. The comfortable *thump thump* of his spark almost lulled me to sleep until the moment of calm was broken by Ratchet's urgency on a specific subject. Saying that I need my wound tended to properly. He mentioned the need for one thing...

"NO NOT SURGRY!" I wasn't buying this, "No, I'm not having surgery done again!"

"It's not really an option... It has to be done." Ratchet spoke, "And that's final."

I grabbed a 50 dollar bill out of my bag and handed it to Magnus with four last words. "Food for my pets."

I blacked out, but not before I heard a shout and a needle jabbed into my arm.

I wasn't a fan of needles.

~Dream~

I woke up on a soft bed, the silk smooth under my scarred hands.

I looked out the window and met the sight of daisies and bell roses half way. The sun shone softly over the rough complexion of my arms as I turned from the window.

I walked down the milky white hallway and came to a loungeroom with grey faded lounges and a small ghost gum table in the middle.

There were two people in the room, a male and a female. Both young.
"H-hello?" I called softly.

"Oh my, she's awake. Sweetheart, are you okay?" the female asked.

"Calm down Leena, let's start form the beginning." the male interrupted.

"It's okay (y/n) I'm your sire, Prima and this is your mother Leena. We aren't going to hurt you. We are going to start from the beginning..."

I sat there and listened, petting cute metal puppies as I processed the information that was being handed to me.

It felt like hours when my real sire had finished telling me about who I really am.
I was glad he had told me and I thanked him, but before I left, what he called, The Realm Of The Primes, he left me with important information.

"Once your surgery is complete, you will need the Autobot Medic to infuse Energon with your human food. That will ensure you heal faster. Also, take one of these Cyber-Pups with you. You can name her when you wake."

Sire flickered out, I must be waking up.
"Goodbye sire, carrier. See you soon" I smiled softly.

"Goodbye child."

~reality~

The steady beeping of the heart monitor reminded me I was now awake. And a cold metal ball curled at my side reminded me that what I had wasn't a dream.

I had just come out of surgery.

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What should I call the Cyber-Pup?

It's a girl.

Smokie, Shadow, Milkshake, Grey, Persephone, Knight, Cyber, Xena.

Choose and comment below please.
If there aren't enough comments I will choose one myself.

Chow fo now my Cubs