A/N: I got this as request from someone who wishes to be remain anonymous.

Diverges from Chapter 10. And yes, the Predacon femme is a canon character, for what miniscule information there is, just as I did with the other Prime Predacons. Hurray for obscurity to help my stories!

There was an eerie calm as the door to the kennel opened, and everyone in the hall could see Predaking standing still, his frame tense as he stared uncomprehendingly down at his pedes. Several gazes were drawn to the squeaky, high-pitched growls-coming from the tiny black and silver wolf. It just barely came up to Predaking's ankle, growling as it gnawed uselessly on the taller mech's pede with its barely there fangs.

"A hatchling, he became a hatchling." Predaking's tone was flat, dull as he continued to simply stare at the tiny wolf. His disappointment was almost palpable.

Peering around the door, Knock Out took in the small Predacon, and wanted to laugh despite himself. "It's so adorable; you must be quite proud." Predaking didn't even look at him, but the wolf noticed and growled, racing up with jaws snapping at the red mech's heels.

Perhaps it would have been intimidating had the sparkling not been a literal ankle-biter. As it was, the only thing which kept Knock Out from kicking it away was this creature was-and likely still is-Jack. Though he would not allow him to ruin his paintjob in the slightest.

So the red mech reached down to grab the yapping Predacon by the back of its neck. Immediately, the hatchling whimpered, ears pressed down and tail up between its legs. "What's going to happen to him now then?"

"It's worse than Predaking-this beast is even more useless." Starscream sneered.

A calculating look appeared in Megatron's optics. "Shockwave, you may keep this creature and use it how you see fit. Just find some use for it."

The one-optic mech nodded. "Yes, Lord Megatron." He said monotonously. "For now, I shall place the specimen with the other one."

Finally, Predaking stirred, looking up with a narrowed gaze. "Other one?"

Self-awareness came slowly, the tiny Predacon lashing at anything that even came close to him, these big metal beings making his anger rise with each one he saw. He wasn't sure why, just that they made him mad. Bits and pieces, names and faces eventually began to settle in; each one giving him a name to these beings, but that just got him angrier.

Hatchling though was new to him, since he didn't know what that meant, just that he apparently was one, as the big winged mech called him. He sounded disappointed with that, but the small Predacon found he could care less, something in him viciously satisfied with that upset.

Currently though, he yowled as he was set inside a darkened room, so like the one he was in previously. He tried to run out, but the big, purple mech with the single optic grabbed him and set him inside again.

"There is nowhere else to keep him until he has calmed down," the mech said to the darkened room, "do not eat him."

The wolf Predacon was slid further in, and clawed at the door when it shut with a decisively click, the lock snapping in place. He tilted his head, regarding the strange scent that was both foreign to him and familiar, but slowly a low rumbling began to ring through the room, shaking him to the core.

The tiny wolf chirred in confusion as he looked at the back of the dim room – and then looked up at the slowly rising figure. It had a broad, slightly hunched body, short, thick legs, and equally short thick arms that ended in wicked claws. It had a snout, and there were grooves and ridges running along the head while the rest of the body was covered in plated scales that even covered the long, swishing tail dragged along the floor, creating a screeching against the metal. Two yellow optics pinned him in its sights, maw opening in a hiss to reveal rows of sharp, long teeth.

It was big, it was scary, and it terrified him. Shrieking, all anger was replaced with fear as the wolf Predacon tried to claw even more frantically at the door. He did not the believe the command to 'not eat him' would be kept, with how the bigger Predacon was skulking towards him.

His cries were shrill, loud, and he could not believe anyone wouldn't be running to keep him safe. Well, from what little he'd seen, that was likely very true. Terror made all thoughts of escape hopeless, even more crushing as he could hear the creature stopping behind him. Whimpering, the wolf tucked into himself, curling tightly into a ball.

A strange metal sound rang out, as though gears were shifting and an added weight rang out. He flinched as a claw rang down his back.

"Hatchling…" cooed a voice, likely from the creature. It had a high, raspy quality, but the voice itself was surprisingly soft. "Don't be scared, little one."

He whimpered again as the claw stroked down his back, easing him into uncurling despite himself. He uneasily glanced at the creature, noting that in the dim lighting it had been hard to see it's colors; green, and gray, with yellow touches that matched its optics. The form changed, but the smell stayed the same, and he warily took in the bulky shape that was sitting on its knees in front of him, toned arms ending in the same sharp claws that were so gently rubbing his back.

He cheeped, whirring in confusion.

"That's it." The creature, the Predacon, said with that same calm, comforting tone. It smiled, sharp fangs poking out over the lips. Despite the rather fearsome form, the bulky Predacon had a gentle look on its face. "It's okay, you're safe with me, hatchling."

The tiny Predacon growled, more in wariness than fear, as the terror was slowly ebbing away the more the soothing rubs began to take down his defenses. He even began growling more in contentment, nuzzling against the wrist as the other servo of the bigger Predacon rose and tickled him under the chin.

"I'm not so scary, am I? Not like everyone else here, right?" The creature asked.

The wolf Predacon chirred, and rolled over, feeling some odd sensation coming over him as he blinked, splayed awkwardly on the floor. His form had changed too, he was no longer on four legs but two! He chirped, wriggling until he could sit up, the gesture odd and familiar, sending a longing pang through him. Awareness continued to gnaw at him, leaving him with more questions.

His mouth still wouldn't work, only able to give chirps and growls yet. That bothered him, as he wanted to say something. He wasn't sure why though. The tiny Predacon's optics began drooping closed, blinking tiredly as all the anger and aggression drained out of him. He cheeped again, slowly and would have fallen over had the bigger Predacon not caught him.

He was too tired to care about being picked up, and curled to rest more comfortably in the giant hands, claws keeping him from falling out of its grasp. His tail wrapped around himself, and he began drifting off into recharge.

Hazily, he was aware of being carried to the corner, and the Predacon nuzzled him in sheer adoration and love.

"I'm so glad Creator gave you to me," it said gleefully, "I'll be the best carrier you could ever want."