Amnesia

"And with a growing sense of dread, she felt like she was forgetting something significant." Before Mikaela Banes became embroiled in an alien war, she used to be friends with four mutant ninja turtles and go by the name of April O'neil.

I'm Kind of surprised someone didn't already make a crossover of transformers and TMNT after it was released that Megan Fox was playing April. I'm looking forward to the day that someone does though :).

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but this idea I had on a whim.

"Right now I'm having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before."

― Steven Wright

Something warm and calloused touched her cheek and her eyes met blue. A name whispered at her mind and she spoke it with an easy familiarity built upon years of friendship.

"Hey," Spoke blue, name never quite sticking in her mind no matter how hard she tried to hold onto it. "You fell asleep on the couch again." She muttered something unintelligible and blue laughed as he easily stooped down to scoop her up. Her arms reached up reflexively around his neck, the hard edges of something hindering a movement that should have been easy with any normal person.

But he isn't normal is he, the thought niggled at the back of her mind but she ignored it in her hazy state of sleep. Rough textured skin rubbed against the smooth skin at the back of her knees as muscles flexed to carry her. She felt herself being settled against a mattress and it gave away under her weight. The strong arms that carried her slid away and she found herself reaching out to latch onto a retreating hand.

Three thick fingers met her slender ones.

She saw his mouth open, a name sliding out into the silent room.

"Apr—"

Something warm and calloused touched her cheek and her eyes met blue.

"Sam," She breathed out, disoriented from sleep. Sam looked at her worriedly from the passenger seat of Bumblebee's alt form. Her back pressed against warm leather as she sat herself upright from her laying position.

"Hey," Spoke Sam as he reached back and gently pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You fell asleep in the backseat again." A strong sense of Deja vu struck her without warning and she found herself frowning at the familiarity of this situation. The harder she tried to think on it the more it felt like a distant memory in a different lifetime.

"You okay, Mikaela?" Sam asked as Bumblebee's blonde haired holoform pretended to drive.

"Yeah," She mumbled as she reached out to grasp his hand, five fingers interlacing with her own. She frowned again because something about this just didn't feel right.

"Why?"

She started as a tentative hand brushed against her cheek, just under her eye, and wiped away something wet. Mikaela was startled to realize that there were tears cascading down her face.

"You were crying in your sleep," The boy said softly, eyes imploring her for a reason. "Bad dreams?" He prodded gently. Mickaela frowned as she tried to recall what she had been dreaming of but it was already long forgotten.

"I don't remember."

And with a growing sense of dread, she felt like she was forgetting something significant.

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"Hey…" A name echoed off the walls and she struggled to hear it. "Thought you had work today?" She turned and met a hulking figure of green, head and eyes swathed in red. She should have felt fear at the sight of the creature but instead felt happiness bubble up in her chest.

"Hi…" Another name was spoken, a bright smile making its way to her face. "I called in sick. Where are the other's?" There were four people that should've been here and she felt a type of emptiness at their lack of presence. Like coming home to an empty house. Red scoffed, teeth gnashing angrily at a toothpick.

"Those pricks are topside investigating some foot action." There was something important about this, something she should be aware of. "Sensei is out meditating or somethin'."

"You didn't want to go with them?" She found herself asking as she went to sit on their couch. He followed after her and made himself comfortable next to her. The TV blared on, the loud noises and bright light's filling the room with life.

"Nah," He said in an offhanded manner, mouth set in a frown that revealed his true feelings on the matter. "Those guy's should be fine without me." She heard the undertones of worry and hummed in dubious agreement at his reticence.

There was a moment of silence as they mindlessly watched the television before red sighed in resignation.

"I may have…punched fearless." She gaped before erupting into peals of laughter as a slow smile spread on red's face. And she knew that the gruff, brusque red very rarely smiled which made her love for him grow.

Mikaela wasn't sure what to think of Sunstreaker when he first showed up with his twin Sideswipe. He had sneered at her and Sam as they stood beside Bumblebee at the lip of the crater where he had impacted with the Earth. And while Sam had found himself frowning at the brusque mech, something in Mikaela seemed to gravitate towards the angry bot.

"What do you want, organic?" He spat from his seat on the large couch, hands carefully cleaning his blades. The rec room was empty at this time, the rest of the team busy with other tasks. Even Sideswipe was absent and Mikaela frowned at the emptiness that filled her at their lack of presence. It was akin to coming home to an empty house she mused.

"I was looking for Bumblebee," She lied boldly and made a show of glancing around the empty room for the autobot. The golden Lamborghini huffed impatiently, hands rubbing the cloth against his blade in an agitated manner. Instead of being put out by his obvious frustration with her presence, Mikaela found herself moving closer to the mech until she was standing at the foot of the couch.

When he made no move to acknowledge her presence, she found herself climbing up the couch with more ease than she expected. The golden Lamborghini frowned silently as she settled herself next to him—far enough where her form never once graced his own—and subspaced the cloth as his weapon lay forgotten in his lap.

"Can I help you?" He asked brusquely, irritation seeping his words. Mikaela met his icy blue optics easily as a tense silence filled the area, the only noise from the giant plasma screen.

"Where are the other's," She asked instead and felt like she had asked this question before in a similar situation. Sunstreaker grunted before finally subspacing his blades.

"Those slagger's are out investigating some Decepticon action." He said sharply, his obvious frustration apparent, as well as some undertones of concern. He crossed his arms over his chassis and she had seen this stance on someone before. Who was it, who was it?

"You didn't want to go with them?" She found herself asking and the mech gave her a narrow eyed look before turning wordlessly to the television. She hummed at his reluctance to speak and turned to the television as well.

There was a moment of silence as they both mindlessly watched the television –-though she could tell that Sunstreaker was battling with some internal argument—before the golden mech sighed in resignation.

"I may have…punched mudflap." He grumbled lowly and Mikaela found herself gaping at him before erupting into peals of laughter. The corner of his mouth tilted up into a small smile and Mikaela felt her heart swell with love—and then break at the thought that his smile was both similar and completely different from the one she really wanted to see.

And for the life of her she couldn't name the person whose smile she wanted to see and that brought tears to her eyes.

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The large, infectious smile that greeted her had one spreading across her own face. There was a tinge of mischief in it that had her brows rising in question.

"What's going on," She asked and the orange tied around his forehead wiggled up and down with his brow ridges.

"You came just in time for the show, angel cakes," He said smoothly as he grasped her arm with his large, three-fingered hand and pulled her to hide behind the couch. The round edge of something, something—his back, her mind wondered, but that wasn't right- pushed up against her chest as she peered around him to watch the entry-way of the room.

It was someone's room, she knew whose, but couldn't quite grasp the name as it continuously slipped like water out of her thoughts.

"What're we doing?" She murmured into the man's back, eyes still glued to the entrance of the room of the person whose name she couldn't recall. He shushed her excitedly as they heard the heavy footfalls of someone with a large stature. She found this amusing for some reason; like the idea that she could hear their footsteps was funny. Why, why, why was it funny?

A disgruntled grunt sounded just as something heavy and metallic rang against the floor, the loud clang echoing off the walls. A murderous yell and the man before her giggled delighted as the hulking figure of red entered the room. He was covered in some type of pink paint and the glare he sent orange could only be labeled as deadly. It was wholly ineffective as pink paint continued to drip down his face and splatter against the floor.

She couldn't help the uncontrollable laughter that erupted from her mouth, tears of mirth collecting in her eyes as she continued to gaze at the disgruntled red. Orange laughed with her and she felt his arms wrap around her for stability as they collapsed against each other in their amusement.

The first time Mikaela talked to Sideswipe, he had smiled with all the charm and swagger that he possessed and she found herself gracing him with one of her own. There was a tinge of mischief in it that had her brows rising in question.

"What's going on," She asked and watched with some amusement as he wiggled his brow ridges up and down in a very human gesture.

"You came just in time for the show, baby girl," He purred and something about that pet name made her frown because it wasn't the one she was expecting to hear. But what pet name was she expecting, because she had never talked to this mech before?

He delicately grasped her arm with his large, three-fingered claw and pulled her to hide behind the massive couch with him. The round edge of his wheeled foot pushed up against her chest as she peered around him to watch the entryway of the rec-room.

"What're we doing?" She murmured into the mech's foot, eyes still glued to the entrance of the room and the large bucket that was rigged over the door. She furrowed her brows about this overplayed prank. But this was the first time she had seen a prank like this, right? Right?

He shushed her excitedly as they heard the heavy footfalls of someone with a large stature. She found her finger's digging into Sideswipe's wheel as her mind tried to conjure up who could be coming. A flash of red passed through her mind but was instantly dismissed as a disgruntled grunt sounded.

The heavy and metallic bucket rang against the mech's head, the loud clang echoing off the walls. A murderous yell erupted from Sunstreaker's mouth and Sideswipe giggled delighted as the hulking form of the Golden Lamborghini entered the room.

He was covered in some type of pink paint and the glare he sent Sideswipe and her could only be labeled as deadly. It was wholly ineffective as pink paint continued to drip down his face and splatter against the floor.

She couldn't help the uncontrollable laughter that erupted from her mouth, tears of mirth collecting in her eyes as she continued to gaze at the disgruntled mech. Her laughter became louder and her breath hitched as the situation lost all its humor, the tears of mirth steadily turning into uncontrolled sobs as this situation struck her as utterly wrong.

Sideswipe laughed with her and she felt her arms wrap around him for stability as they collapsed against each other—him in amusement and her with an all-consuming devastation of someone who had lost something of great importance.

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She made her way across the room and stood at the threshold of his lab. His back was to her, his hands moving restlessly over a piece of machinery with a type of focus that one would reserve for a priceless artifact.

She crept up behind him, eyes alight with mirth as she thought of scaring him. But she quickly discarded that idea because they had told her before that sneaking up on them was a bad idea.

Why was it a bad idea again, she wondered, before calling out his name. He jumped a little, surprised at her presence, before quickly whipping around with the object still in his hands.

"Oh, hey," He said breathlessly, the aftereffects of her startling him apparent in his voice. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Apparently," She giggled. "What happened to those honed senses of yours?" She mocked him with air quotations.

"Hey, when I'm in the zone, nothing can distract me," He smiled good-naturedly before moving his goggles to rest on his head. She sidled up to stand by his side and glanced down on the machine he was working on.

"What's this," She asked as she pointed at the complex piece of machinery. He smiled enthusiastically and gestured to the flat platform.

"Remember when we talked about a teleportation device?" She found herself nodding as she recalled a conversation they had on it a while back. "Well I thought about it and devised a hypothesis on how we can expand wormholes through a sharp burst of energy. Theoretically, if I were to accumulate a vast amount of energy and release it all at once it would be strong enough to make a tear in space that we could travel through."

"But that's not really a teleportation device, so much as a gateway to alternate universes, right?" She found herself asking as she touched the smooth metal. He nodded his head.

"Yes, that's correct. The type of teleportation device we were speaking of would require me to scan you to a subatomic level and then send all your particle matter to an arranged place. But of course, I can only send you to a place where we've established a receiving teleportation devise; otherwise your molecular structure would deteriorate and disappear into the universe." He fiddled with the machine and grunted in irritation when sparks erupted from the exposed wires. It was then that she noticed the truly haggard look he was sporting.

"When's the last time you slept," She asked, concerned. He was quiet for a long while before shooting her a guilty look.

"Ahh….three days ago?" His voice hitched at the end, making it sound more like a question. Her eyes turned murderous and he raised his hands in surrender as his name whipped out of her mouth like lightning.

"C'mere," She ordered, and grasped his hand tightly. She pulled him across to his bedroom and harshly shoved him onto the bed. He grunted and bounced on the mattress.

"You stay here," She told him and he gave her a dry look. Realizing that he would probably just work on something in here, she quickly pushed him back a little and then slid into the small space left.

"What are you doing?" He cried out, alarmed as she pressed her back firmly against his hard front.

Not hard like muscle, the observation tickled at her senses and she couldn't quite recall why it wasn't like muscle before grabbing a rough textured arm and draping it over her waist.

"Oh, relax," She whispered and snuggled into him. "This isn't exactly the first time I slept with one of you." She could practically feel the heat of his blush before he pulled her closer, his comforting heat working better than any blanket. And the content smile that made its way to her face was there when she woke the next morning.

She watched from the floor as he tinkered with something in his large hands, the gleaming metal shining under the fluorescent lights. He was wholly focused on the item in his hands, her presence not even registering in his sensors. She smiled and thought about scaring him for a second before quickly discarding the thought. Someone had told her before that it was a bad idea to sneak up on people.

Who said that again?

So instead she yelled up to him and watched as he jumped a little in shock before peering down at her.

"Oh," Spoke Wheeljack, the fins on the side of his head lighting up as he spoke. "I didn't sense you come in." A wave of nostalgia hit her and then left in the same instance.

"Apparently," She giggled. "What happened to those honed senses you guys always crow about?"

"When I'm working nothing can distract me," His eyes lit up good-naturedly and he stooped down to pick her up and gently place her on his worktable.

"What's this," She asked and pointed to the gleaming metal he was working on. His whole disposition changed as he gestured to the machine enthusiastically.

"Well me and Ratchet were working on the prospect of a new ground bridge." Her brows furrowed at the term and he noticed it. "A ground bridge is what we used on Cybertron to make great leaps of distance in a matter of seconds."

"Like a teleportation device," Mikaela mused as she reached out to touch the smooth platform. She had this conversation before, but with someone else. Their name started with a D, she thinks, and chalks it up to an obscure conversation she must've had with Dino.

"Yes, that's correct, but instead of the typical transportation device that scrambles your particle matter from point A and rearranges them in point B, a ground bridge actually tears a hole through the space time continuum."

"Kind of like a gateway to an alternate world," She spoke and felt something heavy settle in her chest at the thought. Like maybe, maybe there was another Mikaela out there who was having a similar conversation like this but with a totally different person. The chuckle that left Wheeljack's vocalizers instantly brought her back to reality.

"No, there's no scientific proof of alternate realities." His voice was almost patronizing but then he huffed in irritation as sparks shot from the expose wiring of the machine. Mikaela looked up to his shielded face and could almost sense his exhaustion.

"When's the last time you slept," She asked, concerned. He was quiet for a long while as he tried to calculate the last time he had recharged.

"Ahh….three days ago?" He stated unsurely and Mikaela found her eyes narrowing at him in annoyance.

"C'mon," She ordered, and stepped onto one of his hands. She pointed to his berth and he carried her towards it unsurely. When she gave him an expectant look, he hesitantly laid down on it, Mikaela still held in an elevated palm.

"You stay here," She told him and he gave her a dry look. Realizing that he would probably just work on something in here, she quickly shimmied down his palm and climbed her way to his chassis.

"What are you doing?" He asked, only mildly disturbed as she curled contently over his warm chest. His spark beat faintly under her and her eyes closed as it lulled her to sleep.

She couldn't quite find what was missing with this position she found herself in; her body craving something that the mech was lacking. She thought that it was the familiar sensation of flesh but even that thought didn't quite feel right. Like she was expecting something more rough and textured.

A large hand came over to cradle her protectively and she smiled, all thoughts being dismissed, as she burrowed more firmly into the solid plane of the mech's chest.

"Oh, relax," She whispered and snuggled into him. "This isn't exactly the first time I slept with one of you." She could practically feel the heat of his embarrassment before he pulled her closer, his comforting heat working better than any blanket.

And the content smile that made its way to her face was gone the next morning when she reached back for someone that she felt should have been there, but wasn't. Wheeljack held her to his chassis, still deep in recharge, as she cried silent tears for a presence she sorely missed but ultimately couldn't remember.

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Optimus Prime gazed down at her as she hugged his leg fiercely, cool metal pressing hard against the smooth skin of her cheek.

"I don't want to leave," She told him brokenly. The call she had received this morning from her foster parents had sent her reeling in shock and anger, as they had demanded her to come back home. Finding no solution for her problems, she had sought out the calming and wise presence of the Autobot leader.

"Oh Mikaela," He vented softly before reaching down to gently grasp her in his large hand. "You will always have a home with us." These words comforted her, but not enough to quell the steady stream of tears that fell from her eyes.

He gazed down at her as she hugged his leg fiercely, coarse fabric rubbing harshly against the smooth skin of her cheek.

"I don't want to leave," She told him brokenly. The call she had received this morning from her foster parents had sent her reeling in shock and anger, as they had demanded her to come back home. Finding no solution for her problems, she had sought out the calming and wise presence of the man—her mind stuttered on this because he wasn't a man, was he—before her.

"Oh, my child," He sighed softly before reaching down to gently grasp her in a warm hug, one that was familiar and comforting. "You will always have a home with us." These words comforted her and were enough to quell the steady stream of tears that fell from her eyes.

Because, she knew without a doubt that she would always have a place here, amongst her true family.

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Leonardo smiled at her patiently as he instructed her through the kata. Mikey stood next to her making overly exaggerated motions and a smile flitted to her face. Raphael cuffed him on the back of his head, and he toppled over, unbalanced. Donatello sighed with the air of the long-suffering as he sits beside Master Splinter in preparation for their one-on-one meditation.

April smiles at all of them, her heart overflowing with all the love one feels for their family. And she knows without a doubt that they will always, always be togeth—

Mikaela jerks awake at the loud, blaring of her alarm clock, cheeks wet with tears and heart heavy with the loss of something significant.

Her dream is long forgotten by the time she reaches over to turn off her alarm.

Gosh, what the heck is going on with Mikaela lol.

1. April O'neil is around the same age as the turtles and was raised along side with them.

2. Yes, Sunstreaker is in this.

3. I refuse to think of Que and Wheeljack as the same person. So they're not.

4. Science is seriously not my forte. Sorry if I butchered any of these topics during Donnie and Wheeljack's scenes.

5. I enjoy reading more than writing, so go forth and create a fic with a bayverse crossover so I may read it and enjoy it instead of getting impatient and creating my own.