Wake up. Get out of berth. Stay on schedule. There's not much to do as a drone, besides act like the near-mindless soldier everyone thinks you all are, and follow the daily agenda. You'd never known anything different than the dull life you lead, full of abuse and the same things repeated over and over until you died. Then again, you Vehicons don't ever seem to last very long anyways. An event happens that changes your life: an event that allows you to feel emotions, and turn the tides of the war, and fall in . . . love. Primus, save us all. <> <> <> A/N: Agender! Reader! Also, get it? Guns for hands? Like blasters? Get it?

Holly Spitfire Paxton is a very special girl with one very special gift. Her father left to go to war when she was six. Her mother and herself never heard from him again. Until the day Holly accidentally fell over in front of a blue motorcycle. And may or may not have cursed the jerk who pushed her over in the strange language that her beloved father had taught her. Let's just say, the adventure has only just begun. ♦️♦️♦️ I don't own Transformers Prime in any shape or form. Nor do I own many of the artwork that I add to chapters. I only own the plotlines that I add. I only own Holly, her mother, Holly's backstory, the human name of Holly's father, any extra lines I put into the episodes, any artwork I create and the basic idea that created this story. ♦️♦️♦️ This Story starts on the second episode of Transformers Prime. ♦️♦️♦️ Rated Ⓜ️ for use of language. ♦️♦️♦️ Thanks so much for reading! ♦️♦️♦️ ♦️♦️♦️ [STARTED: 29.09.18] [DISCONTINUED: 10.06.19] [REWRITING: 00.00.00]

Ever wonder if something's was ever done for a purpose? Like how the Timberlake's have only two living descendants, alive and not dead. Or how four girls close in age met each other on the same day, same moment, same place? Everything must have a purpose...right? What if something happened to those four girls? They get to a place unknowingly and meet the ones that they always wanted to meet-but were always a fantasy and belonged on television, comics and in fandoms. And it all started in a recovery room in an Autralian hospital.

Rewrite of the original. But a bit of a different story. I own only the idea, not Transformers. Final entry: To all the Deltas, I am no one important. Just a loyal friend to a soul I made whole. This entry may not seem intresting nor logical at the moment but it is of the greatest significance. I have succeeded in creating Alpha, Delta, and Omega Shattered in Beta You did not know what happened to you because this meant no harm. You are all necessary to complete my final piece of Alpha. Why? Because you are the mindset that accepted us. Both factions as friend not foe. Keep my peace that I will have sacrificed my very spark for. When you read this, I will have already been gone by this point of chapter in the story. Do not hate my creations for I have brought them here from better dimensions. You may call me, "The Servant of 'The Bringer of Peace'." To my loyal friend and assistant. When you get this, today would have been your birthday. I apologize that I will not be there to celebrate alongside you but I hope Alpha is a good enough present. After all, you and I wanted this peace. You may have not been able to return to Omega, I am sorry I failed that task for you, thus I gave you a better place. You found yourself a new home where there are no conflicts. The world I seeked for my master and my sanity will now rest in your hands. I have always been a part of you and now I always will. Live well and live long. May you never be broken again. And let there be no more broken floors nor rotten doors. I don't own Transformers.

✅COMPLETED✅ UNDER REWRITING CYCLE Now it's present time, with Team Prime, Ratchet with his femmeling Rein. Ratchet falls into a state of going through memory fluxes, and become a rare sight due to his constant breaking down. Rein takes the spotlight, telling the team of Ratchets condition. cover by @Hollaugh

•A TRANSFORMERS: PRIME FANFIC• Team Prime gains a new member when a lone sparkling is found in the clutches of the Decepticons. Unfortunately for Ratchet, the youngster takes a liking to him... /Beautiful new cover by @Hollaugh💚/ - ALSO AVAILABLE ON FANFICTION AND QUOTEV!- {Highest Rankings} {#1 in #Transformers! } {#1 in #Decepticons} {#1 in #Autobots} [HOME OF RATCHET'S ALMIGHTY WRENCH CULT🛠️] (Officially discontinued as of the last chapter. Please don't harass me over it.) © DarkerStars 2017 - 2019

"He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become one." Megatron fought against the Council's tyranny, only to unleash his own once he didn't get his way. Then, suddenly, there was you. You find Megatron on the ground, helpless and alone. Your creator fell at the servos of Decepticons. You followed in the pedesteps of her and your sire, Ratchet, to make sure it didn't happen to others. Megatron started the Decepticons, so why-oh-why did you decide to help him? And why didn't you regret it?

William Lennox is going on a trip with his wife and Annabelle is to stay. He doesn't trust leaving his daughter alone at home so what happens when the autobots give it a shot at being babysitters? Without the usual Ironhide around? "Oh, where was the child's manual when you need one?" -Ratchet. Quote from book (future chapter).

Raf watched the scenery bypass them in a blur. His mind was pondering and he seemed to be stuck on one question. His gaurdian noticed. "What's wrong Raf? You seem distracted." Bumblebee beeped. Raf faced the radio nervously. "Bee...what was it like before the war?" Raf asked. Bumblebee chuckled. "Now I'm not that old. I was born into it. The Autobots found me." He explained. Raf's eyes grew wide in fascination. "Really? And they...took you in?" Raf asked sitting straight. Bumblebee hummed in confirmation. "There were...a lot of us back then. I don't know where they are now but...I miss them. They were the best family I ever had." Bumblebee spoke sadly. Raf frowned. "What was it like?" Raf asked. Bumblebee sighed and took a moment. "Well, did you know Arcee wasn't the only femme?" "She wasn't?" "Nope." Bumblebee began to speak with a positive tone. "She had two other sisters. And there were many others. But Chromia and Elita One were related to her. Chromia took good care of me. She raised me along with Ironhide. Everyone did. But they were...we're like gaurdians to me I guess." "Like...like parents?" Silence. "Was Ironhide...like a father to you?" Raf said quietly. Bumblebee went quiet for a moment. "Yeah. He was a like father to me." Bumblebee responded grimly. Raf looked down for a moment. "What about Optimus? Or Ratchet? The way they seemed to care and talk about you...I would have thought they were..." Raf trailed off. "Optimus and Ratchet were really close too. Still are. Ever since we lost Ironhide...Optimus kinda took over as a father figure for him. Arcee felt the need to fill in for Chromia for me sometimes too. But out of everyone...Optimus is closest to me." "How did he...go? Ironhide I mean," Raf whispered. "I'm...not sure." "I still don't understand something..." Raf spoke up. "How's that?" "If Optimus is so close to you, then how did Ironhide become a father figure first?" "Well...it wasn't his intention, really." "Who's?" "Ironhide's..."

"I fell in love with that same mystery I was trying to solve." My name's Beatrice Orion, and this is my story. -- I don't own any of the characters but Beatrice, all the others belong to Michael Bay and Hasbro. -- Enjoy the reading!