The Autobot took you to their headquarters. There, you were questioned about your relationship with the Decepticons, one certain mech more so than the others.

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Megatron

"Prime! What in Uncle Sam's name is the meaning of this? You just got another civilian involved in this operation we got going on with the 'Cons!"

Optimus sighs as agent Fowler continues on with his monologue about how the Pentagon was going to be pissed. "Agent Fowler, I assure you that we will handle this as we have all our other human allies- they being a top priority."

Jack nods from where he stood beside you. "And besides, she already knew about the Cybertronians before we brought her here. The Decepticons made sure of that."

Starscream

Many questions were asked on your way to the Autobot base, all of them regarding a certain seeker. "Did he kidnap you?" "Were you held captive?" "Why were you held captive?" "Did he hurt you?"

All their questions were met with a single answer: "No."

When you reached the base, Ratchet immediately took you the medbay (leaving Rafael to explain everything to the rest of the Autobots). The medic looked you over again, using his scanner to examine you further. After he was sure he knew what was wrong, he started to treat your injuries.

Soundwave

The ride to N.E.S.T base was long and tense. Or, at least it was for Sam.

You didn't say a word; didn't move an inch. You were too busy staring out Bumblebee's window at the passing city buildings. It kinda made him uneasy seeing you so lost. 'Were you still mad about Soundwave?'

Luckily Bumblebee decided to break the silence,"::What's with the...long face...pretty lady...?::"

You turned towards the radio, smiling the best you could. "Nothing that you should be concerned about." Sam looks unconvinced- his eyes looking right through you while he was trying to understand what was going through your mind.

"Really, I'm fine." you smile. "Just tired, is all. It was a long day..."

Knockout

"FRIEND!? I don't know who the frag you are lady-"

"Arcee."

"What?"

"My...name. It's Arcee. I'm an Autobot."

This unsettled you. You've heard a lot about the Autobots, usually while Knockout was buffing out the scratches they gave him.

"Listen, you better take me back, otherwise Knockout will become real pissy..." There's a loud sigh. "I was hoping he didn't already reveal his true identity to you."

The woman suddenly disappears, startling you and making you grab the handle bars.

The speeding motorcycle came to a screeching halt. "I'm taking you somewhere safe."

Breakdown

"Miko! What happened!? Why did you and Bulkhead request a groundbridge so urgently-"

You stood in the Autobot base's main hanger- a heaving Miko propped up against you. All optics (and eyes) were on the two of you. "Uhhhh... Hello?" You give a small wave.

"Not another one!" The same white and orange Cybertronian who spoke earlier flung his servos in the air.

There's a 'Woosh' behind you as Bulkhead exits the vortex. "It's not our fault Ratch. Breakdown fought me and they needed to get to safety."

Miko, now recovered, nodded her head. "Yeah! And besides, (Y/N) is a good friend. She's cool."

The two of you are picked up by Bulkhead. "And if it comes to it, I'll take care of both of them as my charges."

Predaking

"You state that the Decepticons treated you...well?"

Ultra Magnus stood along with the rest of the Autobot team. At this point, some of them were giving you concerned glances.

"Not all of them... In fact, I had to hide from most of them or they would have killed me, but Predaking would not allow that. He kept me safe, even from Shockwave." You look from the one bot to the next, finally ending on Ultra Magnus who finally seemed ready to end his interrogation.

"Femme, I believe it would be best if you stayed here where you can be monitored. I will speak with our leader about the matter."

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A few weeks passed, in which you slowly gained the trust of the Autobots and their human partners. They taught you many things about their race, and, about their faction and its principles.

Most of the time you would spend time hanging out with one or two of the members more than the others, who you quickly became good friends with.

Yes, it was great having new friends, but deep down, you couldn't help but miss your Decepticon...
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Megatron:

'Bomp!'

You kick the human-sized dummy once again- it's plastic, air-filled body bouncing from side to side with the impact.

You have been at it for a good 40 minutes. It's been a while since you hit something, and right now, you had a lot of pent up, confusing feelings that needed to be taken care of. The best way to get rid of them?

Beat the slag out of your bouncy victim.

The beating continues as your thoughts wander. 'Why am I even here? Optimus said he and the others want to keep me safe, but what if the Autobots want something else from me? Then again, they are admirable and sympathetic towards human kind, unlike Megatron and his Decepticons. Yes, he tolerated you, but you knew that Megatron would flatten a highly populated city if it meant reaching his goals....Whatever those goals were...'

'Bomp...Bong..Bomp..Bing...BOMP!'

Sweat dripped down the side of your face. You use the back of your hand to wipe it off. 'Were you on the wrong side of this Cybertronian war?'

"Miss (L/N)? Are you alright? You have been quite absent lately." You turn your attention to the Autobot leader standing at the entrance. As always, he stood tall and proud. An authoritative aura surrounded him, yet his blue optics held concern. Concern for you.

"I'm fine, thank you Optimus." The bot looks unconvinced as he lets out a hum, but doesn't push further. Instead, he bends down with his servo stretched out before you. Instinctively you clamber onto it. After he was sure it was safe, Optimus started walking.

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You found yourself deep within the Autobot base, far away from all the others. You were about to question Optimus about why he brought you here when...

"He was a good mech once... A miner turned gladiator, and later, freedom fighter. A brother." The Prime looks off with sad optics. "He wanted equality, but then, when I was made Prime... I...I tried helping him back on the right path...but when I did, it was clear that he was too far lost. Or, that is what I thought, at least." His blue orbs then meet yours.

"But now, after seeing how much he seemingly...cares for you, I am starting to think that... perhaps..."

'Perhaps I've changed him...'

You look at him sympathetically. You knew that Optimus and Megatron were close a long time ago, but you never thought that the Autobot would still care for him so much.

"He spoke a lot about the Golden Age. He...told me the stories." You place a hand to Optimus' servo.

"He feels betrayed, Optimus. But perhaps some day, you can make things right." The Prime nods.

"I truly hope so, (Y/N)."

Starscream:

Three weeks later and you are all healed. It took some time for the swelling around your vital organs to subside and the pain to disappear, but you were currently out of the woods. All that's left now is some bruising.

"How are we feeling today?" Ratchet asked you whilst scanning you for what was the last time. "I feel quite alright, thank you Ratchet." You smile up at the medic. "Yes well...Good...good..." he trails off, reading over the results. There's a pause until he looks back up. "It seems that the worst of your injuries have healed. You are free to leave the med-bay, but I advise that you stay at base for your own safety." You silently nod, not precisely knowing what he meant by that.

"Now, I have some work to do in the main room." He holds a servo out which you climb onto. "You can stay in the human corner. Rafael and the other humans usually spend most of their time there."

"Thank you Ratchet but... would it be okay if I stayed with you? I promise not to bother you and to stay out of your way..." you give the white and orange bot the puppy dog eyes. With a very exasperated sigh, he agrees. "Fine, fine. But don't expect me to entertain you."

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"Heads up!" You squeak and hit the deck as the heavy lobbing ball flies past you, knocking over and crushing some of Ratchet's equipment.

Said medic whirls around, chucking two wrenches at the wreckers.

"I NEEDED THAT!"

The warrior class mechs wince. "Sorry Ratch. It was an accident-" "Accident my aft! This is the fifth time this week!"

"Hey, Ratchet? I think I can help you fix some of this..."

And so you did. While the medic continued with his dishing out of insults, you started fiddling with the busted equipment. Repositioning wires, welding and screwing pieces back together, you manage to repair most of it.

Ratchet returns from kicking the wreckers' afts, halting when spotting the fully operational gadgets. "How did you...?"

"Starscream breaks a lot of stuff. Stuff I usually have to help him fix..." You look down at your feet, voice small, "He isn't such a bad mech."

Ratchet looks at you sympathetically. "Perhaps."

Soundwave:

*Warning: Some slight cursing*

"Sorry about Mearing. We all had to deal with her and Galloway at some point." Sam rubs his hand over his face, exhausted after having gone with you to speak with the Director for the millionth time. Apparently after three weeks of perfect behavior and cooperating wasn't enough to prove that you were not a pretender who was going to kill everyone at N.E.S.T.

"It's alright. I'm sure she doesn't mean to be so rude. She has a pretty stressful job..." You try to not take it all personally.

Mudflap and Skids, after seeing you and Sam exit the office, both waddle up to you. "Nah, tha's just da way shes is." "Yeah, she be a bitc-"

'Clang!'

"OW!" Mudflap rubs the now dent where Bumblebee whacked him upside the helm. "What was that for?!"

":: Watch your... profanity!::"

Sam scoffs, giving Bee a "really?" look. Skids, also not believing it, rolls his optics. "Since when does yous care about swearing?" The scout innocently looks to you then quickly away.

":: Just... looking out for...the lady.::"

"Whatever dickhead." the green Chevrolet Spark muttered, walking to his twin and looking him over. "Is theres a ding? Is ma beautiful complexion ruined?"

You giggle at them as the one split-spark brother helps rub the other's helm. The Autobots were all, for the most part, welcoming. There were some 'bots and humans that were sceptical of you at first, but after seeing how benevolent you were, they started to ease up.

Mudflap and Skids, along with Bumblebee and Sam, were really kind to you. In fact, if it weren't for their crazy antics making you laugh all the time, you would not have been able to last this long.

Like the helm-checking they were now executing.

It was actually quite cute to see the two brothers interact like that. In fact, it reminded you of... Rumble and Frenzy...

All of a sudden there were tears prickling at your eyes. A ball formed in your throat as you tried to hold them back.

Sam notices and puts a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" Biting your lower lip, you stiffly nod at the brunette.

But you and him both knew that wasn't the truth.

"Come on (Y/N). What do you say we go get something to eat?" "O-okay." You try smiling, only for it to fall short.

Sam gets the attention of Bumblebee, who was busy trash-talking the twins. "Yo Bee! Let's go for a drive!"

Knockout:

You silently sat in one of the Autobot headquarters' corners watching the 'bots do their daily activities.

This had become a regular thing the last couple of weeks. You would get up, take your time getting ready, have breakfast, awkwardly greet all the 'bots you encounter and go sit somewhere minding your own dull business.

That is, until Arcee comes to help you out of your humdrum.

"Hey (Y/N)."

You look at her, your eyes glassy with boredom. "Hey Arcee."

"Mind if join you?"

You nod, "Sure, it's not like I could stop you even if I wanted to." The blue fembot sits herself down on top of a crate next to you. You sit in complete silence for a few moments until she breaks it.

"I'm sorry."

Surprised you turn to her- not entirely sure what she meant.

"I'm sorry for just taking you like that. It's obvious that you're miserable here. But please (Y/N), try to understand that I only did it for your safety. Knockout, he's-"

"He's the doctor of doom." You smirk up at her. "Yeah, I know... Listen, Cee-- Uhh... Can I call you that?" The fembot smiles, her features lightening up a bit at the nickname Cliffjumper used to call her. "By all means."

"Okay, I get why you did it. You were concerned about me. I mean, the Decepticons are your enemies and your factions were at each other's neck cables for a really, really long time. I can respect your actions."

You let out a small stifled laugh. "I just wish things weren't so boring." As the words left your lips, the femme stood up and, with one smooth movement, transformed.

"Hop on."

A big smile took the place of your confused frown. "Really? Will it be okay with Jack?"

"I'm his guardian, not his valet. Besides, he's working today." With a exaggerated shrug, you get to your feet. Picking up and putting on the ekstra (F/C) helmet that was next to Jack's, you throw one leg over the motorcycle. "Where are we going?"

"There's a dirt strip close by. I thought you would maybe enjoy a drive." The two-wheeler starts her engine and drives to the base's exit.

Breakdown:

"There we were- fifty Cons in front of us and a huge drop into a cavern of rock shards right behind us. We were cornered and low on ammo."

You listened on as Bulkhead told you and Miko one of the Wreckers' tales from the war back on Cybertron. It was very exciting to hear all their stories; it astounded you that someone could get through so many suicide missions without... you know... being snuffed.

"What then? How'd you guys escape?" you ask, extremely curious. Miko was eagerly bouncing up and down in her seat next to you. "Yeah, c'mon Bulk! Did you kick some Con tailpipe? I bet you guys did!"

"Ha! Sure did! So, we were just about to take our chance and jump from the edge when Kup, the oldest of us, decides to chuck a grenade right at 'em. We all had to run and dive behind the closest rock. Just as we got to cover.... KA-BOOM! The grenade makes the whole battalion blow sky high!" The green mech throws his harms into the sky, creating an explosive effect.

"..."

"AWESOME!!!" Miko jumps up into the air with her fists raised. "Wreckers rule, Cons drule!"

Those words (and the many unfriendly words that follow) suddenly make you feel uncomfortable. Your excited and in-awe demeanor slowly fades.

It's not like you care about the conflict between the Decepticons and the Autobots, well, at least not to a large extent. But when you think about it, two of your best friends are Decepticons...

So, as your other two friends- one human and one Bot- continue reminiscing, you think back to the time you have spent with both of them. Miko has always been a good friend; in fact, not only did she stick with you when you were attacked by M.E.C.H, but she had been wanting to introduce you to Bulkhead (who is a really special friend to her) to you the very same day... just before you were taken by Breakdown.

'What would've happened if you were saved and went with them instead...?'

"Hey (Y/N), what 'ya say? Want to watch the highlights of the monster truck rally?" Miko leans against you, waving her phone.

"Miko~ Maybe that isn't a good idea after what happened..." Bulk tries to whisper-talk the Japanese girl out of it for your sake, worried that it would upset you.

You wave it off, a reassuring smile helping them both relax. "No it's fine Bulk, really. Let's watch it..."

Predaking

You sat- Cybertronian datapad in front of you like a screen- sorting out a bunch of files. You tried your best not to get too many of your fingerprints on it, not wanting the owner to freak out with his OCD (though he denies it).

Why were you sorting files? Well, you not only wanted to stay on Ultra Magnus' good side, but you also wanted to help the mech out. During your time with the Autobots, you spent a lot of time with the commander and so got the chance to get to know him better.

At first he seemed like some cold, rule-following, by-the-book soldier with a grouchy attitude and no feelings, but that was not the case.

...Well, not the "cold with no feelings" part.

Ultra Magnus was very hard-working, there was no doubt about that. This places a lot of stress on him. This stress leaves little space for humour or galivanting, thus his sometimes curt and emotionless attitude. But why does he do that to himself? Because if he didn't, somebody else would have to put themselves through it. Ultra Magnus secretly cares so much for each and every person, (you included) that he tries to get the best out of them by pushing them. His kindest act, however, is taking the workload off their shoulders.

Deep down he was much like Optimus- minus the kind smiles.

You got the chance to see his more caring side the day he apologised to you (slightly embarrassed) for not giving you enough time to explain yourself or how you truly felt. The large Autobot SIC bent down on one knee- blue in the face from blushing- and asked for your forgiveness.

You accepted his apology, leaving him to awkwardly ask you if he could do anything for you. You went for a joyride.

The door gives way to Ultra Magnus, allowing him entrance to his quarters. "Greetings (Y/N)."

You turn away from the work in front of you. "Hello Ultra Magnus, Sir. How was your meeting with Optimus and the others?"

The Autobot frowns, "I believe it best to not speak of it. They all seemed too...bored whilst I gave my presentation to really listen."

"Is there any way I can help?" You get up and approach him. At first he kindly wanted to dismiss your offer, but then he starts to ponder over something.

"Would you perhaps wish to go...on another joyride...?"