Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 6

A/N: Hello again! I swear, this time it will not take me a year to update this story again. I wasn't sure where to go with it for awhile but it hit me today when I re-read it. So I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I would like everyone to know how much I appreciate when you review. I know I don't get to respond to each individual person a lot, but when I'm upset and feel like a poor writer, I read all of the reviews over and over again. It gives me the strength to try even harder and try not to disappoint you. So once again, thank you so much.

Ratchet wiped at his bleeding nose as he led her to a room. Stella knew they wouldn't put her in a cell but it still twisted her tanks to be put in an unfamiliar room. She wanted to cry but she knew she had to stay strong. Her father would come for her and this nightmare would end. A tear must of escaped, because Ratchet gave her sympathetic look.

"How old were you when Megatron took you in?" Ratchet asked quietly, trying to coax an answer from her.

"Father says that I was just born when he found me. I couldn't talk very well and I fitted in one of his servos." she answered, a small smile gracing her lips. Stella always remembered her father in a pleasant light. He had never done anything to make her hate her childhood.

"You speak so kindly of Megatron. Do you really not know of his deeds?" Ratchet questioned, shocked that anyone could speak so kindly of that monster. Stella looked at her peds as they walked.

"He found me in the last hour of the Great Civil War. I know only the stories that his soldiers told me. My father says he truly sorry for killing so many in the quest for peace..." she responded, gently holding herself. She was scared as the rage filled Ratchet's optics. Her words had enraged him.

"Your 'father' is as sorry about killing us as a bot feels sorry for squashing a scraplet! He feels no pity for the countless bots he's killed. And peace? HA! He doesn't know the word. You truly do not know a thing about the mech who raised you. It's just a wonder why you were not killed!" Ratchet spat, his strides stopping to stare down at the naive femme. He wanted so badly to smack her on her innocent helm. Why couldn't she see what he truly was?

His rage soothed a bit as tears filled her blue optics. Those words had cut her spark deep. What words could she possibly say to this mech? He was right about her father killing so many. But, he had always filled her receptors of the pity he felt for those fallen mechs that could not see reason.

Ratchet could see that Megatron had effectively brainwashed the young femme.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she whispered, the tears falling freely now. What else could she say to a mech that lost countless friends to a war that her father had initially started, though he had great intents.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, kid. If anything, I have more sympathy for you."he grunted, rubbing the back of his helm. Ratchet wasn't used to a crying femme. Hell, he hadn't seen a femme in centuries.

He coughed uncomfortably as he led her to the room. It was a simple room with only a berth and desk but it was much better than a cell.

"You're going to stay in here for now on. I'll check in on you every now and then. I should have some energon to you in a few. Maybe Prime will allow someone to walk you around." he said, turning to leave the room.

"Wait..." she said, her voice tinged with worry. Ratchet turned to her before feeling two small servos on his cheeks. His cheek plating instantly flushed red.

"That other mech hurt your nose pretty badly." she whispered, concern in her optics. Tiny digits delicately touched the injured part. Ratchet coughed uncomfortably once more.

"N-Nothing I can't fix..." he grumbled, walking out of the room quickly. Nothing quite jarred him like the touch of a femme, a young one at that.

Stella watched him as the mech stormed off. Had she said something to make him mad again?

Ratchet was quick to fix his nose. His only regret of injuring Ironhide was that he now had to fix the damned brute.

"Hey, doc." Ironhide smirked, already resting on a medical berth.

" Don't call me that, I have a name." Ratchet glared, but grabbing medical supplies as he talked. He might as well get it over with.

" Alright, Ratchet, but isn't it crazy about the femme? Damn, an Autobot living with Megatron all these years. You think he saw her as a pet?" Ironhide pondered, focusing his optics on the medic.

"If she was a pet, I hardly think that he would call her his daughter. Besides, she's convinced that he never meant to hurt a spark." Ratchet scoffed, setting to work on Ironhide's optic. The warrior didn't even flinch as he worked. It was nowhere the worst injury he ever sustained.

" She definitely sheltered, that's for sure. Maybe I shouldn't of been so hard on the kid..." Ironhide grunted.

" Remorse? You're getting soft, old friend. " the medic smirked, almost already done with the procedure. The warrior narrowed his optics at the medic. His temper was legendary and not another bot could get away with calling him soft.

"Shut it! It's different now. She's an Autobot. Okay, she wasn't raised that way, but she still has the coding of one. Now that I know she's not sparked Con, she's actually a pretty little thing." Ironhide smirked, a knowing look in his optics. He quickly received a smack to the helm.

"Keep your mouth shut. The kid has enough to worry about without your horny self around. Besides, if you saw how broken she looks right now, you'd feel guilty saying things like that." Ratchet glared, anger in his optics.

" Oh, blow it out you actuator! No one wants to admit it, but you can see how the mechs look at her around here. A femme hasn't been around in years. Sure, mechs are great to frag around with, but some of us can't resist the sight of delicate chassis squirming underneath us. Don't think you don't want some of her." Ironhide laughed, seeing the look of utter rage flush over Ratchet's features.

Another scuffle was quick to ensue.

Megatron sat on his throne impatiently. There was no word about his little Stella. All leads had been dead ends and every tracker had turned up empty-handed. Where had those damned Autobots taken her?! He slightly regretted riling Optimus up before getting more information.

Starscream watched his sire closely. What was that mech thinking? Perhaps he felt the same as himself. His sister's disappearance has stirred something in himself that he didn't know he could feel. Sure, she had been a slight problem in the beginning but she was his baby sister and he was still protective of her. He had even helped raised her along with his sire. The Autobots would pay for taking one of the only things he cared about besides himself. There was fury building within his spark that even he was not used to.

"Incoming transmission from Optimus Prime." a monotone voice interrupted the silent brewing session.

"Accept." Megatron growled dangerously. His optics narrowed as Optimus' face filled the screen.

" Megatron" he simply stated.

" Prime" Megatron growled back. He did not have time for this game.

" Your daughter revealed something today that has me baffled. She was sparked as an Autobot, correct?" Optimus asked, his optics showing a genuine interest. The tyrant's optics narrowed even farther.

"And how did that bit of information come about?" he asked, his tone teetering between composure and rage.

"Ironhide spoke poorly of you and she stated that though she was taken in by you as a sparkling, she was still a Decepticon because you raised her." Prime responded, his voice solid. His words caused a grin cross Megatron's features and a boisterous laugh escaped him.

"Ah, that's my little girl! She always was my favorite. Never gave me a reason to punish her or question her loyalty." Megatron smirked. Starscream clenched his fists at his father's words. Little Stella had always been the favorite no matter how hard the seeker tried to impress Megatron. She didn't even try. The femme just had a way of doing everything right. Starscream didn't hate her for it, but it caused his rage for his sire to build.

"Stella still has the spark of an Autobot. She is not ruthless like your kind. For this reason, I can not allow her to be returned to you. She was once someone's child that was taken away by your servos. Her rightful home is among her own kind. She was never made for the brutality of Decepticons." Optimus stated, his tone cold as he ripped Megatron's spark out.

Megatron's smirk quickly turned to a snarl.

"Do you honestly think you will be able to keep her from me?! You're a fool, Prime! You think you're doing her a favor by keeping her there, but she will always have an empty tank and a hard life there. Here, she has enough energon to last her a last time and a berth to make any bot jealous. But, it isn't about her comfort at all, is it?" Megatron growled, "This is about revenge for the death of your sparkling. I never took you to be so petty, Optimus."

The Autobot leader's only response was to end the connection.

"A poor choice, Optimus." Megatron growled. He had no qualms with wiping every last living Autobot off the face of the planet, save for the one that he raised with his own servos.

Optimus was slightly shaken from the talk with Megatron. Had he been right? Had it really been for revenge? No, the Decepticons were evil warmongers. Stella would not survive if there was an attempt to take over as leader. Or worse things could happen to her. The femme was an Autobot and she needed to remain with her people.

He rubbed his temples as he sat back in his chair. He really had opened a can of worms by taking Stella. Why? Why had Megatron taken in an Autobot? He had no reason to save her. He already had a son and an heir. There was no need for a second child. It was hard for Optimus to believe that the monster did it out of the kindness of his spark. But what if?

It was too much to process at the moment. He had to talk to the femme about her permanent placement among them. It was better to tell her now. His steps were heavy as he made his way to her room. He took a deep vent before pushing the door open. To her surprise, Stella was nowhere to be seen. Emotions flooded him as he thought to sound the alarm, but his attention was caught by a soft giggle. The Autobot leader was quick to follow the sound. It was coming from the main cafeteria.

And that was where he found her. Stella sat delicately atop one of the tables with a few mechs sitting around her. Optimus was quick to realize who the mechs were. Ironhide, Blaster, Jazz, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe. He could tell by the look in their optics that they were more than just being friendly. The giggles were coming from the jokes they told her or the small compliments they paid her frame. Her cheeks were bright pink.

For some reason, a protective feeling seemed to storm inside his spark. He didn't like how they looked at her or the attention they paid her. It was almost how he would feel if he had a daughter her age. The thought made the leader want to weep once more over his loss.

Sunstreaker was the first to catch sight of Optimus. The look on his face was priceless as the stuttered to let the others know. Stella's face instantly paled as Optimus came forward. She knew she would be punished.

" Howdy, Prime. Thought the kid could use a walk around. She's been cooped up in a room for awhile now." Ironhide said, a smile on his face but keeping his true emotions hidden.

"Don't be mad, Prime. I told them it was okay." Ratchet's voice sounded, as he walked up. Optimus shot him a glare.

"She's an Autobot so we should treat her like one. It's not fair to keep her locked up." the medic challenged, setting a cube of energon down next to Stella. She was too scared to touch it. Optimus glared at the group before storming off.

Why was he so upset? She wasn't his child, yet he felt the paternal instincts. There was mechs wanting to mate with her and for some reason, it made him more furious than it should have.

The small group held their venting until they saw Optimus disappear around the corner.

"He was pissed..." Sideswipe muttered.