"It is time, for new Leader."

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Amy:

"Rise and shine!"

Clanck, clanck.

But this time, even by non-knowed reflex the odd fist met right on the familiar faceplate. For the young one she forgot all about the grunt of pain, the girl didn't know it herself. But that was soon gone as Amy concentrated to stare the seiling above her head. Everything spin, her inner-concious was still kind of blurry, her entire frame was in deep pain same as her eyes felt almost like closing back. But even Amy knew it was wrong, and she got to rub her eyes.

But froze to stare now at... digits.

... A servo!?

A panic had taken control, same as Amy had jumped up and out of her current berth, stumbling to stand now on her pedes until the girl slumped on her aft. This all was just too much for her. She started hysterically repeat 'this isn't happening'... or mumbling anyway. 

Even Knockout in the room was shocked.

"Calm down, slow-catch." Knockout stood up after regaining of Amy's fist.. which hurt quite bad. He approached the femme now who was about his height, but froze as she had already a blaster of her own out, pointing it straightly at him with cold optics. "Your skills already kick in, huh?" Knockout chuckled in annoy, glancing back at the berth Amy once layed on. "I should've tied you up then."

Amy's optics scanned through the room, she still not adjusted to anything which now was happening. There was no one except Amy and Knockout, but she would've been defendless against Megatron like, Jesus Christ! The frame Amy had beem transported was bigger than Arcee's she could tell that much... and maybe even metallier. Much more metal parts, and what shocked Amy the most was that... through her processor rounded over and over again basic skills of how to fight, how or when to use her blades and blasters.

Even Knockout was seemed as a threat.

Well.

He is.

"No one's here if you think that..." Knockout gritted his dentas together, holding on for his hip. "I'm all alone."

Amy was hesitant, slowly with the help of a wall adjusting for her pedes as she begun to stand. There was no time Amy though of learning how to walk again, and in Cybetronian body it was like moving 2 times your legs' weight. But even so, Amy's pedes, frame, arms and body itself had been perfectly trained, so it wasn't that difficult. More like trying to understand Knockout was harder.

"... You did change me." Amy snarled, her blaster shining bright of the fury to fire. "Why!?"

"Not my fault, okay? I simply remain as your doctor." Knockout held his arms up in defense, eyeing Amy little. "But it would seem you're quick-learning of yourself. Even for a sparkling it takes few hours to learn how to stand."

Sparkling.

"Knockout." Amy scanned once more around the room, terror beginning to press her chest. There was no sight of them. "Where is my children!?" The femme demanded, pointing her blaster dangerously at Knockout.

"If you'd just put your guns away, and let me explain." Knockout reassured, trying to look reassuring enough.

Amy was so close of lowering her weapons, not knowing the Nemesis or the Kindom she had been held in. In the end, Amy ended up blasting Knockout's side once, until her body ran forward and she knocked the Medic out with her elbow. She watched how Knockout was unconcious almost immediately, until she made run for it and out of the room.

No time.

Luckily, this was Nemesis and no Darkmount, which was huge enough to make even Jack lost into the whole area. Amy had to run through the medbays for quite some time, since there was so much laboratories, scientific bases, at some point energon posits. But the ship suddenly moves rapidly... and the impact weren't just little as Amy almost leaped out of one hole to outside. She remained to lay on it, pantingly watching down to see an explosion happen down near the Darkmount... lots of Decepticon troopers going down towards it.

.. Can't it be..?

Guys.

Amy's hope; was all back.

The femme did stutter to stand, but soon was back on her pedes again. It was weird to think that she was one of them, a Cybetronian. Part of something new, unique and secretarian... but all she could think of was her children. Where were they? Had they been changed? What will they look like?

... Are they alive?

That though was quickly shaken away.

I need to apologize for Knockout maybe later.

-- Or nahh.

"You there!" There was an order commanded directly to Amy as she saw some Vehicon troopers -changed ones- run almost into her in an intersection, but she kept going. "We won't hesitate to use force, Queen!"

"Oh? Hesitate your ass!" Amy turned enough to blast three of them down by otterly-lucky head shots, until she stopped and jumped behind two, wrapped her arms around them as she took her blades out. Slising their helmes off. The dead bodies fell on the ground, same as the girl felt eyes on her. The femme, looked coldly up at one camera her sensors had detected, aiming it to next. "Thanks, for the aims."

Amy got done with it, and continued. She could already imagine Megatron's faceplate as he was probably watching her, not expecting any that kind of action from her. But did he really transport Amy into a used body? Into someone, who had died in a war, and was a super-killer? Most certainly whoever had been in that form was an assassin.

The skills are awesome!

I could kick Smokescreen's ass up!

"All Decepticons on aboard the ship; get the prisoner under control and halt outside to destroy the Autobots!"

Amy grinned; Warmonger weren't pleased.

The femme made a turn in a corner, only to run up into someone. By that she took back a little, until froze to notice Soundwave standing there. A gulp was stuck into her throat.

I'm so screwed!

He's the one no one can challenge with!

Soundwave didn't speak and that was obvious, so it was a full surprise as his tentacles came forward to grab Amy. But she was smarter and faster enough to jump back, roll down of one narrow point and slide down of another level, making run for it again. She did shot after him for few times, until managing to hit an important panel which caused an explosion happen.

Lucky, lucky, lucky!

RUN!

"Stop!"

Amy had her pedes remain on the spot she was. Staring now, two unknown opponents forward. The femme let out a groan, taking her one blaster out same as one blade, readying for battle. By seeing from distance Amy could make out they were young Cybetronians. But impossibly... wouldn't they be too old?

"Or we will take you down!" The other was squeaky as femme should be, and Amy couldn't do else but lower her main weapons.

And fall down on her knees.

"No..." It indeed, was none other than her dearest femme; and her dearest mech. By distance, the mech had so similar body for Optimus, except that he was about Ratchet's size, where Optimus had silver the mech had white and with the tip of his audioreceptors was red. But the optics told it all; those deep blue sea ones.

... Did Megatron find out I'm with Optimus?

Or, did they form the body as what DNA says?

"Hands on your head!" The femme ordered once more, Amy shaking her head. She looked also like an teenager femme, no baby, school-aged or younger... but a teenager. Her frame was similar to Megatron's; silver, but her helm was beautiful and oddly she posessed some white points like Amy's frame did. The femme had heritaded Megatron's eyes, and by the look of her maybe even a flight-deck. She could fly.

That bastard stole their childhood!

The rage inside Amy was unbearable.

"You two... don't understand--" Amy stood up, starting to approach them despite the pain in her spark.

"Stay there! We don't want to hurt you!" The mech requested, but they both flinched as Amy put her blaster away same as blade. By this; they were hesitant.

They don't... know me.

"Lower the guns, you two." Amy stopped about now 5 meters away from them, surprised neither of them hadn't shot still. Amy's instics kicked in, but somehow she managed to cool them down. The mech and femme gave slight glances for each other, looking at Amy in suspicious. "I'm your... Mother."

When the silence came, Amy took all by it. She saw the insignias tagged onto the mech's shoulders, same as for the femme's chest. Right exactly for the places where Megatron and Optimus wears them. But only with Decepticon mark.

Crazy coincidence...

Too scary.

"Wait, you're joking right?" The femme gave dry chuckle, but frowned as Amy shook her helm. "That's impossible... sire told that our mom's in stasis..."

They both had wide looks as they made eye contact.

"You're awake!?" The mech asked, but Amy quickly stumbled to stand once more as an impact came. This time maybe lighter, but still. "You're our carrier...? A real deal?"

Amy couldn't do else but smile.

They ain't that bad.

"Of course!" Amy sobbed/laughed, bringing both of them into a tight, never-breaking hug. Which she had sworn from the very spark; she aren't going to leave them again. Not like that, and not like this. It wasn't full surprise that they both embraced her tightely back, laughing afterwards. "I'm sorry--" Amy broke up, glancing around her. "There's so much that you don't know, but I need you to trust me and follow." Amy grabbed their servos, starting to drag them with.

I refuse to leave them behind if I am to leave ever from here.

"Did sire order so?" The mech asked, Amy had to bite her teeth tightely together.

He even lied.

"... He isn't your real sire..." Amy said in sad tone, feeling the tension with her metal touching his. "But as I said, no time!" Amy speeded her pace, running now through one hallway as she glanced outside to see Arcee, Bumblebee, Wheeljack and Bulkhead being rounded up.

They live!

"Wait, you're planning to help the Autobots!?" The femme questioned, but Amy had firm grib of her. "Are you even our real carrier--!?" The little femme managed to brush her servo off as she stuttered back to stand. Amy did stop, watching in deep frustration back at her. "Well!?"

"You are the real Daughter to Megatron, while you--" Amy pointed at the mech who hadn't let go of her. His optics... were so full of compassion. "Are the son to Optimus Prime." Amy stood straighter, watching both of their expression. "You both are... children of two sider leaders."

The looks she earned couldn't be odder.

"While I am... was, a human Mother to you." Amy gave fair sigh, looking forward at the endless hallway. "It doesn't matter on which side you are at, but I deeply humble you to make up with me the lost time... to follow me."

"Optimus leads the Autobots.. and if I really am Megatron's..." The femme stepped little back, but Amy was faster enough to grab her servo. She knelt down in front of her, smiling widely up at her. "All I do is fight, fuel, patrol and... train other way. I haven't been trained to respect someone."

"Optimus conciders both of you as his own--" Amy stood up. "Even though... he hasn't seen neither of you... or me." Amy groaned, making run for it. "Let's move then!"

And guess what, they did follow.

"You told that you were human?" The mech begun, Amy glancing back at him running now beside her. "Doesn't that mean...?"

"You were originally human as you were born, but Megatron turned all of us." Amy snarled, jumping over dead Vehicons. "Into Cybetronians."

"If that's the case--" The femme required with grin, coming closer to Amy. "What was your human name, carrier?"

Carrier... I hate the word.

"... Amy." Amy smiled, poking her chin. "And as for you two... we will come up something later."

"Great!" The femme squealed, until Amy stopped behind a door where behind could hear blaster sounds. She showed them to remain back, as she kicked the door wide open.

Really what she hoped was to see Optimus, but all she saw was Megatron throw right on time a bot unfamiliar to Amy onto the ground, right in front of her.

The wideness spreading all over her faceplate was internal.

Shit!

"-- Ah, I was about to come and search for you." Megatron made it quite clear of Amy's presence, same as the Vehicons now pointed their blasters right at her. Even the strange Autobot had his optics on Amy. "We need to come up with some important protocal."

"No!" In the end, it was Amy's children stepping out behind her as a shield. Of course Amy did step on and give them some shielding. It was not their job or even a task to produce so. "If you harm her, you will harm us." The mech warned, now Amy felt sorry of not even naming neither of them.

No time to think any names, or we're all dead!

"You two, stay out of this." Megatron raised his voice, raising his denta up as he eyed Amy for the first time when she's awake. "You've become a fine femme, Amy."

Amy put on a nod that whoever layed on the ground, did flinch his optics. All Amy could wonder, was that he was otterly looking similar to Optimus. He wore an Autobot insignia, had these huge muscles and was there held captive.

Who is he...?

"You need to stop this, immediately." Amy demanded, glaring the blasters pointed up on her face. "Is this a way you're treating me, huh!? Us!"

Megatron scoffed, kicking Ultra Magnus' side as he intended to take his blaster out and shoot.

"Take them into custody--" Megatron begun, glaring down at the Autobot. "We shall have a private conservation when I'm done with this one." He made no eye contact with Amy, who felt fury rise in her. As Vehicon tried to grab her arm and took her away, Amy slide his helm off and pushed him aside, earning quite brief look from Megatron. "Amy, this is not the time for--!"

"For what?" Amy spit, stepping over the dead corpse as she approached him dangerously. When Vehicons tried to stop her, Megatron rose his servo up to stop them same as he put Starscream to watch over Ultra Magnus. "Since when exactly I've wanted to be something to you, Megatron? Since when I granted your generous offer to change me into one of you? Since when I wanted to be prisoner with my own children!?" Amy throwed a metal piece at Megatron, who snarled by her statement.

"I believe Shockwave's experient-check wasn't absolutely complete--" Megatron wiped something off of his dentas. "Nightfury seems to be not dead after all."

"And on top of that, you put me into a body of someone else--!" Megatron grabbed Amy's servo and bended it behind her back, trying to get her to cool down. "But guess what?" Still, Amy resisted, unable to move like that. "I am not that easy to tame."

"After I train you up properly--" Megatron twitched Amy's arm more, causing one pained grunt from Amy until he grinned. Licking her audioreceptor. "You will be loyal to me."

"Ngh-!" Amy had troubles of getting free.

"Carrier!" Her children yelled, but had been holded down by some Vehicons. "Sire, please!" The femme gave a pleading noice, which even the mech in front of the struggling Amy and Megatron tensed. Sparkling's voice.

"Remain quiet, and stay aside." Megatron gave up on Amy, pushing her away and right over to two Vehicons which had a tight grib of her. "Now, my dearest Commander..." Megatron turned to the Autobot in front of him, who glared up at him. "Where might your leader be?"

... Is he searching Optimus?

The so called 'Commander' remained quiet, giving a brief look towards Amy only. Who exactly was this guy?

"I won't ask again!" Megatron snarled, kicking the bot's side which caused Amy to almost launch forward.

"--If I knew, I wouldn't tell you." The Autobot's answer was stern and so baritone, that Amy just kept staring from aside. Deep in shock.

"Very well." Megatron slide his blade out.

"Megatron--!" Amy screamed, until he showed them off, the Vehicons starting to take them away. "No, don't! This is the wrong decision!" She kept yelling, putting on a fight.

"Execute our prisoners, and fire each cannon at the nearest metropolis within it's sites. My heir or femme aren't included." Megatron ordered, glancing back at Starscream. "It is time to show for the known universe that this planet belongs to Megatron."

WHAT!?

AIN'T ON MY WATCH!

But Amy had been pushed right on her faceplate, on her chest, and... to watch the situation. By glancing from side, she saw her children been done the same but with more care as they had been holded on for arms, not being pushed to ground.

Thank God.

"Please, just, drop this madness!" Amy yelled, only to have her faceplate being pushed on the metal floor.

"-- Master, something's coming!"

There was a silence, deep, killing, silence. Amy had to force her faceplate up, to see Megatron taking steps forward and stare somewhere and towards sun. From distance, there couldn't be seen a thing.

"Predacon!" Megatron suggested, now Amy could see a small, black, figure starting to close up. It was so fast.

"Not beasty enough..." Starscream took some steps back, Megatron gritting his dentas together as he took some more steps forward. Now on this time Amy was laying on her stomach, eagerly watching with the Vehicons and her children who was coming.

New Bots?

An unknown enemy?

What ever it was, it surely did cause Amy's optics widen up. Her optics must've be superior type as she could make on for some colors already. But this one... was... flying?

"I know that color scheme..." Starscream whined even more, starting to hear kind of squeaky as even Megatron stuttered to stand. Amy had her body being frozen on it's spot as she recognized that faceplate everywhere, anywhere. It was; Optimus. "Wait, he can't fly!? Can he?"

"Sire?" Amy glanced to see her children stare in awe at the coming figure. They sure knew if there was coming something incredible.

"That sure is he..." Amy gave fair smile at this, feeling her optics starting to leak. "He's... back."

As Optimus landed so fastly in front of Megatron, even the Warlord couldn't brace for the coming fist meeting on his faceplate, then another and as they say: third one to go; and Megatron went right through his throne. Then the Vehicons above Amy took their blasters out, that was when Amy made run for it and over her children, scooping them up and rolling into shelter behind a brick wall.

"Mama-!" The femme had her arms tightly wrapped around Amy as there could be hear much blasters being shot. Amy calmed her down by shh, giving pat on their helms as the shooting stopped. Starscream's pained grunt was last thing to hear, as Amy remained unmoved.

The reason Amy went into shelter was because Optimus hadn't seen Amy... and could've though them being Decepticons.

"Commander?"

"Sir you're looking... robust."

Amy put slowly her two young ones down, still making sure was there any voices around them. Until she had made sure there was none, and stood on her all lenght, walking out of her hiding spot. Her sparklings were having a grib of her metal spikes on her waist, watching eagerly now towards the two huge standing bots. But Amy froze there to stare how much Optimus had changed... into bigger. Like the 'Commander' had said; he had became quite robust of some reason.

... He looks... so good.

Optimus and Ultra Magnus stopped speaking, turning for the three optic pairs staring right at them. The Commander had his blaster out just in case, but Optimus held his servo up as he noticed two sparklings with the unknown femme. No threat.

"... Who are you?" The Prime required, watching as the femme scoffed once with smile and looked down at her two sparklings.

Told you.

"The mighty armor of mine might distract bit, for all of us--" Amy raised her gaze, looking straight into Optimus' optics as his faceplate slided off. His mouth remaining open. "Big rig."

"Team-mate?" Ultra Magnus asked, helding his blaster close but waited eagerly Optimus' answer as the Prime just kept staring there in deep silence, in disbelief. But as the Prime's gun dropped to the ground and he begun taking steps forward, Optimus shaked his helm. "Is she the human..?"

"Amy." Optimus whispered the name, tasting the flavor of it. Who she once was the last time he saw her... human. And now; she was a bot. Like the two sparklings. "... You two..." Optimus looked the sparklings also in deep sympathy, giving few head shakes himself. "-- Since when?"

Amy gave shrug at this, crossing her arms.

"Aren't you just as happy as I am to even see you here... alive.." Amy murmured sarcastically, gazing towards Megatron's now broken throne to see no movement still. Had he been knocked out? "This was... not my idea, Optimus.. Megatron just happened to have the advantage this time."

Optimus' optics narrowed, same as he looked down at the sparklings who held on for Amy and kept watching his every movement. By exploring from 10 feet away, he could clearly tell which one was Megatron's, and the other his. The mech; was his... so beautiful, small, and innocent. Like no other. And the femme also; like his real daughter Optimus began smiling for both of them. They did froze, then glance between their Carrier and Sire.

Optimus knelt down on one knee, having his guns away as he held his arms wide open.

"Come." Optimus called with soft voice, even Amy turned to look at him with curious optics. "If you are to trust me, what it would be if I haven't meet you properly." Amy glanced down at her children, tapping their backs slowly as she herself smiled.

"Go, he's soft as a teddy bear." Amy teased, glancing quickly back to hear somekind of noice. While that time, her children had carefully begun approaching Optimus, they were little hesitant for the new Sire. Like... there was two now. But Amy looked then again forward, now witnessing the sceen of Optimus slowly bringing two of their children into a bear hug, closing his optics and having a tight grib. Even though, the mech and femme did laugh, starting to hug him too.

This was just... too beautiful.

But the roar of someone soon entered all of their audioreceptors... sadly Amy the only one who happened to be the causer's target. When the femme desided to glance over her shoulder, she had been punched right on the faceplate, throwed quickly on someone's shoulder as the Warmonger soon jumped off of the platform Optimus, Ultra Magnus and the children was. Only taking what he actually desired.

Amy.

"Megatron!?" Amy yelled, squirming in the tight grib as she felt the wind brush all over her faceplate. "Let me go-! You've lost already!"

"There's no day of my entire life cycle, that I let the Prime took everything from me." Megatron snarled, Amy bite her lip and glanced up to see Optimus there now standing on the edge, until he came flying after them. With a rush. "And what a perfect idea to play for the treasure."

"It's no time for that!" Amy snapped, not exactly pleased that Megatron was touching her aft as he held her on his shoulder. It was annoying, and odd... like ugh.

Optimus, get me the fuck off of this guy!

Optimus flew now beside Megatron and Amy, giving a firm push as he tried to get Megatron to release her, but no succees. The Warlord only had his own cannon out, which he used and shot Optimus' chest couple of times. But Amy stepped in, hitting Megatron's helm couple of times as she swing her legs now on Megatron's throat; pushing both of them through a metal wall. They came into a room, where Amy managed to get rid of Megatron, staying few meters away.

"What are you...?" Megatron groaned, standing up and wiping the energon off of his dentas. He grinned, looking kind of deadly at Amy. "Very well."

But Amy had been grabbed by waist, then brought outside as she felt like flying. The femme glanced up, sighing in relief to notice Optimus there. If it would be Soundwave, or Shockwave... or that so called 'Predacon' Amy would've been gooner. Still, Amy saw the Warmonger fly after them.

"I will drop you on that bridge, slide down and run towards the free-way, can you understand?" Optimus questioned, watching as Amy looked up at him again. The girl narrowed her optics, glancing down to notice Optimus' plan. "Smokescreen will be there to assist you, I need to destroy those cannons... and hold Megatron off."

"... Got it." Amy sighed, then flinched as blasters went past them. Purple blasts. "Be careful... he's pissed."

Optimus made nod, dropping Amy down as the femme made run for it. There was no time since Optimus sounded so stern and serious, and Amy didn't dare to look back. This was all on her now. She jumped down few times, until made it down on the ground, on sand.

I can jump really high!

Amy had the time since she was running on the freeway, glancing back to see Optimus having a grib of Megatron.

"MEGATRON, BEGONE!"

Amy heard engine roar, stopping on her spot to see a familiar sports' car transform and stare there in awe.

Smokey.

"-- AMY!?"

"No time, newbie! Let's move, ya idiot!"

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"It'll go well." Smokescreen tapped Amy's shoulder plate in resssure, giving generous smile to her as they continued their walk back. They were so close of the original and current base, and Amy couldn't still transform without a vehicle mode. But the poor femme had been to stressed out since Optimus' reaction wasn't rather good... so what will the others say?

.. Does Optimus even love me anymore..

As the base already could be caught in the eye, they both froze on their spots. Everyone were standing outside, and Amy meant; everyone. They just stood there, chatting, until Miko noticed two of their presence.

Miko's jaw dropped.

"Amy!" The japanese girl ran forward, earning everyone else's attention also. Now, there was like internal silence going on as Amy knelt down on Miko's lenght, chuckling as she begun hugging her servo. "Wow! You're so big!"

".. Yeah." Amy agreed, turning to see Jack, Rafael, June and Agent Fowler there then. "Hey..." Jack placed his hand on Amy's servo, giving sympathic look with June. "Things didn't go as planned, ay?"

"They really turned you." Jack sighed, but with sad tone. "Into a bot." Amy narrowed her optics, looking the ground beside her.

"Cournel will have my head of this raport..." Fowler tore his hair, pacing back and forth. "One of us, turned into one of them." He stopped as June placed a hand on his shoulder in reassure. "And for human children, Jesus!"

Amy widened her optics up, looking to see two pairs of pedes standing now in front of her. They were, her sparklings. Just staring there in deep mystery, and wanting some answers. But Amy smiled, cheering them up as she pulled them to sit on her both knees. Hugging them once more.

Own children... my own treasures.

"Sire?" But Amy looked up by the mech's voice, frozing her optics to see Optimus stand now in front of them also. The others had gathered around him, although, he himself knelt down with compassion in those blue orbs.

"Optimus?" Amy required also, but was caught by surprise as Optimus had his strong arms wrapped around all of them, he giving such tight bear hug for all of them. Even so; Amy begun chuckling and hugged him back so tight. "... You ain't mad?"

"It wasn't your choice to deside. And Megatron has taken away from me so much, that I no longer have time to grieve... you three--" Optimus pulled little apart, smiling down at them. "Are the reason I have desided to stand on this very Earth."

Amy smiled wide, nodding her helm madly.

"If you wish... I may not be able to restore your original human-body, but I can come up with a hologram." Ratchet's voice suggested, but he earned quite the glare from Amy. The femme was up on her feet, standing straight in front of the Medic who swallowed hardly. "A-and I apologize... the reason you are now one of us, is mostly... my fault." He looked down in shame, and earned light hit onto his helm by her. Ratchet opened his mouth to say something in argue -as he waited somekind of beat-up, but Amy was faster.

"Idiot." Amy sighed, bringing him into a tight hug. "I'm just glad Megatron had his eyes on me... even for such minimal time." The femme said deep in though, and felt how Ratchet tensed still. "My life will never be the same, I guess, now when I'm able for the things you do, but--" Amy looked at Ratchet, then for the team standing near her, the humans, and Optimus. "I can fight, I can still fight for your peace, now if ever. Like I did as I was a human."

"--That's how a true wrecker speaks." Wheeljack affored his fist to Amy, who gave smile at this and fist-pumped with him. "If this is a permission you're asking, Nightfury was hell of a fighter... her legend hasn't died, and will not. Now especially when you're to carry her reputation."

"... Who's this Nightfury?" Amy required, turning to Optimus who closed his optics once and looked away. "I have the skills of an assassin..  was she one?"

"Highly trained femme warrior." Bulkhead stated, even flinching by even thinking about her. "Not exactly assassin, but you could say assassin for Decepticons. Nightfury hated dealing with 'Cons and always would took them down if a chance."

"... That must be why I was so obsessed to kill." Amy looked down at her servo, clintching it into a fist.

"Nightfury worked for Alpha Trion, we worked together for so long before Megatron extinguished her spark by ripping it off." The 'Commander' said, but Amy learned from Smokescreen that his name was Ultra Magnus. "And now, it seems he tried to use her skills and you against us."

"-- The truthness of someone isn't that easy to wipe off, as Megatron believes so." Optimus was up on his pedes, walking now over to Amy. "There's no reason to train you, since Nightfury will be guiding your way. But still, be careful of what you're doing." He grasped Amy's servos, rubbing them as he turned for others. "We will make sure from now on, that everything's going to work out."

"... Carrier--"

"Uh-huh!" Amy quickly defended, turning for their shocked sparklings. "Some changes; you will call me 'Mother' or 'Mom' from now on, understood? I refuse to be named by that!" Amy whined, smiling herself as the femme gave grin at this.

"... Our names?" The mech reminded, Amy and Optimus exhanging looks. This wasn't going to be easy. "Mom said that... you will give us ones."

"My sweetie." Amy sighed, grabbing his chin and placing a kiss on it. "You will get one... or--" Amy looked up at Optimus, who almost raised his eyebrow. "You had that name once... what was it called again?"

"Orion!" Rafael squealed.

"Suits perfectly." Arcee gave shrug at this, smiling. Amy nodded, smiling down at the mech.

"What would you say?"

"... Orion.." The mech tasted the name, starting to nod his helm madly. "Have to admit, it's better than I expected." Orion stated, giving side-hug for his Mother then. "Thank you." He hugged Optimus afterwards, until the throat's clearing could be heard.

Everyone turned for the waiting sparkling femme.

"What about me!?" She required, which Optimus took steps forward now to stand beside Amy and Orion. The parents did deep thoughts, not even knowing a single suiting name. "Mom? Sire?"

"... I would like to suggest." Optimus spoke up, glancing down at Amy this time. The femme preferred to go on, having no clue what his processor was thinking.

"Praxina."

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Long time, ay?

If you think the Praxina name, she was Amy's best friend, remember? The one who killed herself.

Give me some credit of this; freaking 5457 WORDS!

~keep reading.