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Shaman had woken up early as usual to tend to the little femme’s needs.  His optics were sore, his body was aching, and his mood was almost as fowl as Ratchet’s when Sunstreaker and Sideswipe would come into med bay after doing something stupid.  He sat at the kitchen table feeding the little femme, while waiting for the wreckers to awaken so he could give then the rundown of how things were going to be done while he was there.  He breathed a heavy sigh as he looked down to see how the femme was doing.  He could tell she was starting to get hungry as she began to make faces.  He sighed again as he began to wonder when Springer and the others would get up.  One way or another though, if he had to drag them out of bed before 8:30, he would.


It didn’t take long for the wreckers to finally start waking up.  It was about 8:10 when each began to make their way from their respective room, and to the kitchen through the dining room.  As each made their way in, they were met with an epic, Ratchet grade stare from Shaman.  He looked like he hadn’t recharged worth a slag last night, and none of them were willing to speak for fear of enraging the medic.  “Sit. Down,” grumbled Shaman, not wanting them to even grab anything to eat.  Perceptor and Kup obeyed as he knew that Shaman’s low tone and ominous glare was a bad sign of negative things to come if they didn’t.

“Can’t I get something to eat?” complained Blurr.  “It’s not going to take that long for me… to…”  Blurr was met with a glare that would truly rival Ratchet’s ‘Do Not Cross Me’ look, and rapidly sat down before all hell broke loose.  Drift didn’t even question as he saw what Shaman had done to Blurr with just a nasty glare, and he didn’t want to get the same treatment.  Springer finally came in at about 8:20.  Tired from a rough nights recharge, he came in, and was too met with the hazardous glare.  Seeing his team sitting quietly at the table, waiting for Shaman to say anything and to put his intimidating glare away, Springer quietly sat down, not even making any attempt to go to the fridge for some energon.

Once Springer was seated, Shaman looked to his right… then his left, then straight at Springer.  “I hope you understand, that I may be here for a short time, or if Prime allows, longer to ensure that you “morons” will be able to care for this child and not make her into your punching bag like last time,” he stated cold and sharply.  Everyone could feel the anger that Shaman had for their mistreatment of the little femme, but none said anything as they didn’t want the medic to go all Ratchet times 10 on them.  “Everyone will be changing diapers; everyone will be feeding her; everyone will be bathing her; everyone will be doing as I say.  If she needs to be held, played with, cuddled, soothed… whatever SHE needs, will be taken care of, and you guys will be expected to get it done.  As the humans here say, “If I tell you to jump, you had better ask, ‘How high’.”  

Everyone nodded, including Springer as he knew that he would be the primary focus to ensure that he did take care of his daughter, and performed his duties as such.  Not only that, it would all have to be up to Shaman’s expectations to the greatest precision and degree.  “Good,” Shaman stated coldly.  With that last word, it almost felt like the whole room went at least 10 degrees cooler with how icy that word felt.  Shaman then stood up and began making his way to the little femme’s room, but not before taking a look back.  “Training will begin once I put her down for a nap.  Be. Ready.”  He then went upstairs to put the femme down to sleep.  


Everyone quickly grabbed some energon to guzzle down before Shaman returned, ready to either kick their tail pipes, or turn them inside out with learning how to change a diaper, prepare bottles, bathing… whatever the medic chose, they would have to perform to his expectation.  They began to wonder what Shaman would start them on.  Bathing perhaps, or having to change a full diaper.  They had seen how bad the femme was due to her deplorable health, and Blurr seemed to have the worst phobia about it.  “What if she’s not done yet and I get pooped on?” he asked allowed.

“I think that would only happen if you picked her up,” said Kup.

“I don’t think so,” said Perceptor.  “I have seen her force it out to where it’s almost projectile.”  Blurr began to shutter as he thought of his paint and wax job being ruined by projectile sparkling excrement.  He then sighed, fearing that before the week was done, it would happen, and it would be him that would be on the receiving end.  

While the others thought back over the past weeks, and fearing what the future held, Drift only could think of how sickly the child currently was, and wondered how swift her recovery would be.  He recalled seeing the coverage of the trial on the networks, portraying her as a monster, when she looked almost dead in the countless pounds of chains, straight jacket, stasis collar, and mask to dehumanize her, when in all… stood a terrified child in a cold courtroom.

As the group sat at the table, they over heard on the television that there were still reports of sightings of Arcee.  They then thought back to the intense coverage to the little femme’s trial, which all began to have a bad feeling that the village most likely already knew she was there.  Perceptor then stood up without a warning.  “I’m going to go for a short walk,” he announced.  “Let Shaman know that I’ll be back in half and hour for any training he has for us.  I need to check something out.”  He then left without even another sound.  Everyone sighed and wondered what he was up to, but then again, after Perceptor was almost killed during the war, he had changed to where he was more geared toward fighting, versus science.


As Perceptor made his way to the small village, he stopped and found a spot he could look through his scope to see what was going on.  Placing his gun on silence, he shot some microphones around the place and listened to what was going on.  He heard some talk about current events, gossip about other things, primarily about the war that was still going on, but he then heard what he was most concerned about.  The mechs knew the little femme was there.  He heard them talk about storming the safe house to kill her, others were suggesting a more professional hit, and some threatening to kill her on sight.  Perceptor, although he didn’t really care much for the little femme, he couldn’t help but now worry for her safety.  With Springer still wanting to distance himself from her, and the others, including himself who felt they were too at a loss, knew that trouble was already brewing.  And even deeper still, he knew, that Shaman was right to worry as he too probably knew the situation.

As he sighed to himself, he took a look at the time, and saw that almost 30 min passed.  “I’d best get back,” he said quietly to himself.  “If Shaman sees that I’ve been gone for too long, he will go Ratchet on me.”  Slinging his rifle onto his shoulder, he looked back down at the village, and decided to keep the microphones going in case something was said that would place the little femme in danger, and keep it to himself.  Last he wanted to hear was someone blabbing out the locations and then getting rid of them.  The femme was their responsibility, and he was going to try to be proactive in maintaining her safety, whether Springer liked it or not.


Once he arrived home, he heard Shaman giving instructions on something.  Sighing to himself, he entered and made his way into the dining room, where he found Shaman and the others.  “Glad you are still as punctual as you normally are,” spoke Shaman.  “Take a spot on the end.  You have some catching up to do.”  Perceptor took a spot next to Drift and saw that they were slowly being taught how to change diapers.  He sighed as he was handed a doll approximately the size and weight of the little femme.  “Let’s begin again, and I will expect everyone to asked questions if they are unsure of anything.”  

Throughout the day to early evening, the Wreckers were trained heavily on bathing, diaper changing, making bottles, learning lullabies, swaddling, and feedings.  Blurr had the honor of changing the little femme the first 3 times, 2 of them with horrid diarrhea that dripped down the femme’s legs, and everyone else being confronted with the same thing.  Drift being the first to have projectile poop, but Springer getting the worst of it as he had nothing but diarrhea.  Even when he had to bathe her under Shaman’s watchful optics, she had another bout while in the tub.  Once Springer placed her in a clean diaper, she used it shortly after, only to have it overflow and ruined the pajamas he had just zipped her up in.  Everyone saw Springer pretty much state with immense rage, that he was giving up on “the sorry slagger”.  He then stormed out the door without another word as Shaman ran after him.  Kup sighed and began to tend to the little femme, cleaning her up and getting her dressed into another pair of pajamas.


Shaman finally caught up with Springer, who sat at the edge of a small river.  “Springer!” he called.  Springer sighed, wanting to be alone to clear his mind and figure out what he was to do.

“Can’t I be left alone for just a moment?” he grumbled.

“Not this time,” said Shaman.  “Why are you running away from your daughter again?  What has she done now that has made you so enraged that you’re ready to abandon her again?”  Springer sighed, trying to find the right words.  Shaman remained silent as he saw Springer have trouble finding the right thing to say.

“Shaman… I don’t think this was a good idea to have me try and take care of her,” he finally stated.  “You know as well as I that my temper is almost non-existent since I recovered from having my face ripped off by Overlord.”  Shaman only sighed.

“Are you going to use that as an excuse to walk away from your daughter again?” asked Shaman.  “You know that there was no excuse for the first time, and there will be no excuse this time around.  You know as well as the others and myself, that if you mess up this time, that will be it.  You will never have another chance to do harm to her.”

“You don’t think I know that?” grumbled Springer, frustrated over what was going on.  “I just… I just don’t know if I have it in me.”

“Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” asked Shaman.  “Everyone would have understood if you let us know.  I know that you still have issues from that battle with Overlord, but you have to push through it or she will continue to suffer and pay for the pain that you still suffer with.”  He then sighed and thought carefully.  “If you need me to, I will find someone, or I will personally be the one to help you.  But you have to ask for it.  I can’t do anything until you give the word.”  Springer sat still at the edge of the water, trying to figure out what to do.  He then finally stood up and turned toward Shaman.

“I will think about it,” he stated solemnly.

“You’d better think long and hard about it,” said Shaman.  “Because if she gets hurt again under your watch, you will really have to prove to everyone that you are worthy for another chance.  Do I make myself clear?”  Springer only nodded, knowing that this would be the only warning he would ever hear.  “Good.  Let’s head back, and tomorrow, I will continue working with you guys so you can take care of her when I am not there.”  Again, Springer only nodded as the two headed back to the safe house.  The rest of the evening, the Wreckers were given a break, while Shaman took care of the little femme.  

Shaman was making notes on the progress that everyone had made for the day, was preparing to call Optimus to make his report, and make a recommendation for Springer to get therapy to ensure the safety and wellbeing of his daughter.  He then looked over to the little femme that laid in a bassinet next to where he was sitting.  He saw her tremble every now and again, making nervous faces, and trying to cry out… it was most likely that she was having a nightmare from the trauma she had experienced back on Cybertron.  He then looked over at the others, as saw them finishing up their energon rations.  He could tell they were all contemplating something.  What exactly… he could not place his finger on.

Finishing up his notes, he gently took the little femme upstairs to her room, laying her in the crib to hopefully get some sleep.  He sighed as he knew it would be another long night of helping her through the terrors while the others would be sleeping peacefully.  Taking one more deep breath, he made it way into his room, right next door to the little femme’s, closed the door, and prepared to make his report to Ratchet, and Optimus.


“Shaman calling Ratchet and Optimus from planet Earth,” he began as he tried to reach Cybertron.

“Ratchet here with Optimus Prime,” he stated.  “We read you, but we don’t have a clear picture.”  Without even thinking, Shaman was able to stabilize the transmission and clear the picture.

“My apologies, sirs,” said Shaman.  “I thought I had everything calibrated.”

“No need to apologize,” stated Optimus.  “I would have expected some issues regardless.”

“Thank you Optimus, sir,” stated Shaman.

“Other than that, how did the first day go?” asked Ratchet.  “Did the Wreckers do alright with learning the basics in sparkling care?”  Shaman went quiet for a moment.

“Well… it started alright… but…,” he began.

“Shaman, you know that I don’t like it when you say ‘but’ with anything,” stated Ratchet.  “It means that there is a very large problem.”

“That’s the thing though,” said Shaman.  “I don’t know how big exactly this will be in your book, but… Springer voiced a concern that he isn’t sure if he can be a good father to the little femme.”

“Is it because of his fight with Overlord?” asked Ratchet.  Shaman only nodded as Ratchet only sighed shortly after.  “Did you remind him that it’s no excuse this time?”  Shaman again nodded.  “What did he say?”

“Nothing much, but I made the suggestion of him getting therapy,” said Shaman.

“What did he say to that suggestion?” asked Optimus.

“He only stated that he would think about it,” said Shaman.  “Because of that… I would like to remain inside the safe house to keep an optic on the little femme until I feel comfortable with him taking over the role as father to her.”

“You know as well as Ratchet and myself that we have to get Springer to take that role as soon as possible,” stated Optimus.

“Trust me sir, I understand very well the issue of her not understanding that Springer is her real father as she gets older, but…,”

“But what?” asked Ratchet.  “Spit it out.”

“Springer walked away during training when things were getting to rough,” stated Shaman.  “My fear is… what if he does that when things get too hard for him with taking care of the little femme?  Or what if… what if he starts to become abusive?  No one will be there to protect her.”

“The other Wreckers will be there to help lighten the burden as needed,” said Optimus.

“And what if they aren’t?” questioned Shaman.  “There is no guarantee that they will be there for him when he needs a break at any time he needs one.”

“Then what would you suggest?” asked Ratchet.  Shaman paused for a moment to find his words and chose them carefully.

“I would like to be able to come when ever I wished, for surprise inspections to ensure that the little femme is safe and it being taken care of appropriately,” he stated, hoping that both Ratchet and Optimus would be alright with.  “I am scared to leave the little femme alone with him as he is almost as damaged as her.  And I’m being lenient about him being almost as damaged as her.”  He could see Optimus and Ratchet were mulling around his words.

“I will condone you making surprise visits and seeing the femme as often as needed for her safety,” stated Optimus.

“Optimus, we need to get Springer to become a father to her and not have a crutch to lean on,” stated Ratchet.  “Magnus and Alpha Trion even agreed that Springer needs to be expected to start picking up the pace.”

“But Shaman has made a very good reason why it would be foolish to just give the femme to him without ensuring that she will be safe, and that Springer gets the help he still requires,” said Optimus calmly.  “The truth is, we still don’t know how stable he is, with the trauma with fighting Overlord all that time ago and with the events that happened recently, in order to take care of his daughter.  And even if he slowly becomes stable after months of therapy, will he still be able to cope with having to raise her.”

“I’m more concerned of if he will use any coping skills that the therapist gives him,” said Shaman.  “He was given coping skills the first time around when he woke up from his coma, but he still lets his anger get the best of him and continues to have outbursts.  Not to mention the fact that he still tries to get high grade energon to cope with his frustration.  I mean… just on the trip here, he tried to get high grade from the steward after having 5 small cubes of the stuff.”

“Did he react in anger at any time during the trip?” asked Ratchet.  Shaman nodded.  

“Anytime I brought up his daughter… he almost lost it,” he stated sadly.  “Any time I would tell him to think of his daughter, he would only get angry.  I fear something is going on, and unless he is ordered to get help, I fear he will harm her again.”  Optimus nodded as Shaman explained his concerns.

“I hear you, and I agree with you,” stated Optimus.  “If help is arranged, and Springer is expected to get therapy, would you feel comfortable allowing to give him some leeway to allow him to take the reigns to become the father he needs to be?”  Shaman sighed heavily.

“I still would want to make surprise visits when ever I chose, and if he screws up, I can pull the plug on this if it’s in the best interest of the child,” he stated as he still feared that Springer would screw up again… even with mandatory help.  This time, both Ratchet and Optimus nodded, agreeing with him.

“You have my blessing to do so, but only if it’s in the best interest of the child,” stated Ratchet.

“Then we agree to the terms,” said Optimus.  “And if you could Shaman, I would like you to type up the terms and present them to not only Springer, but the others and have them sign.  I then want a copy of the contract.”

“I can do that, sir,” stated Shaman.  “And if you don’t mind, I will also be asking for proof that Springer is attending all counseling.  If I have a feeling he is not, I will be requesting surveillance tapes from the facility to ensure that he is taking this seriously.”  Optimus again nodded.  

“Do what you need to do, to ensure that the child is safe and it being properly taken care of,” stated Optimus.

“Thank you sir,” said Shaman, feeling somewhat confident that he can now ensure the child’s safety, versus just leave her with him.  The call soon ended with him feeling a little more at ease knowing he would have some power to make sure things would go smooth.  He looked at his notes to see what he would need to put in the contract.  He knew that Springer would contest the terms and bark at him for who knows how long about how unfair the rules would be.  But with this being Springer’s last chance, Shaman knew that he would have to shut up about it, and deal with it.  This was no longer about him.  It was about making sure the little femme, stayed alive and could finally be a happy and healthy sparkling.

Leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling, he hoped that things would turn out better than what he was fearing.  His stomach turned as he grew worried that things would play out like back on Cybertron.  Closing his optics and sighing once more to himself, he slowly began to type up the contract, outlining everything that was to be expected, what would happen, and that he would be allowed to make visits as he saw fit to ensure the safety and health of the little femme.

He hoped… that it would be enough to protect the little femme, and ensure she would not be exploited again for another mech’s profit.
Chapter 21 Crash Course
Finally... I have chapter 21 done.  This was a little harder for me to do as I'm still in a bit of a writer's block/funk that makes this hard to do.  The good part is, it's complete.  Now... on to chapter 22.

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Update and 1 year older

Mon Dec 7, 2015, 11:52 AM

Greetings everyone.  Well, to start off, yes, I am 1 year older, making me officially... 31 years old.  Now, I know that to most of you, that isn't really old.  That, I can agree on.  Sadly though, I feel older than I am.  Reason being, having served time in the U.S. military, it wrecked my body to where my joints, muscles, and everything else in between, hurt really badly, and snap, crackle and pop when I don't want them to.  Yeah... I'm a rice crispy treat that's in a thousand knots.  But I digress.

Now, on to the update side of this journal.  I'm still working on chapter 21, which should be done shortly before Christmas.  But depending on how well my creativity lasts, and no art blocks hitting me face first, that is what I am aiming for right now.  

I know that the last... 2 chapters I believe, have pretty much been fillers, and this chapter will be another filler with how it's going.  I'm hoping that I can move the story along a little better, either with chapter 22 or 23.  I just don't want to skip out on any parts that would be important to the story, and leave you guys wondering how the hell I got to the one part.  And yes, there will be OCs making appearances in the story.  I am looking through everyones characters and I hope I can make some final decisions as to who I want in the story.  

If you don't want your OC in my story, please don't hesitate to say "no".  I just don't want to be stepping on people's toes.

Thank you for your time. 


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Journal Entry: Sun Oct 25, 2015, 8:46 PM

I have finally uploaded chapter 20... finally.  Took me long enough.  Anyways, here are all the chapters that I have written so far, so if you want to go through and read them all, here you go.

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The morning still of the warm summer day was almost pristine and in many of the pictures Shaman had seen in books and movies back on Cybertron, after a nightly rain storm.  He sighed as he could feel the little femme slowly try and adjust herself in the confines of her blanket.  She was still very ill from the lack of nutrition and medical care she never got when she really needed it.  He sighed and under his breath, cursing Tiebreaker for what he had put the tiny child through.  He wanted the mech to endure what he had done to the little femme, but he had to let it go as Optimus, Magnus and Alpha made it clear that they would be personally, handing down the punishment.

As he looked out to the morning sun, he saw a small ship, descending from the clouds.  He looked closer to see the familiar red faced insignia, painted on the side.  “They got here earlier than they originally said they would,” he spoke softly to himself.  He then gazed down at the little femme.  “You’re finally going to have a proper room to grow in.  No more cages for you.”  He tried to smile to himself, but there was nothing that he could smile about.  The fear that Springer would screw up again weighed heavily on his spark.  He was by definition, “terrified”.  Terrified of what would happen if he wasn’t there; if he had to leave completely so Springer could become a father to the child.  He shook himself out of the thoughts and ideas.  He had made it clear to Optimus and the council that he wouldn’t leave unless Springer could continuously maintain a healthy home and family life for the little femme.  Optimus thankfully agreed and allowed Shaman to stay close in case of any trouble.  Looking out one more time at the ship, finally landing, he decided to take the little femme for a walk.


Springer and the others slowly were coming out of their rooms, wondering what was going on as they quickly spotted the ship.  “I thought it wouldn’t get here until a few days later,” said Blurr as he rubbed his optics.

“Looks like it’s a newer model of the carrier class ships,” said Perceptor.  “I heard they are much more efficient than the older models by about 63 percent.”

“I don’t care if they are 1000 percent more efficient than the earlier models,” spoke Springer, rather harsh.  “I’m just glad our stuff got here.”

“And don’t forget the things for your daughter,” stated Shaman, blatantly as he was still angered with Springer and the treatment he gave to his child.  Springer cringed as he knew that he would have to start really including his child in daily activities with everyone.  He really didn’t like the thought of taking her for walks, singing, feeding, bathing… and the most dreaded of all… changing her diapers.  He sighed heavily as he just wanted to forget for a moment that the little femme was there.  “Anyways, I’m going to take this little lady out for some fresh air.  I will expect that her room will be in order by the time I get back.”

“When will you be back, Shaman?” asked Kup.

“I’m thinking probably around an hour… or less,” said Shaman rather calmly.

“Um… I think it’s going to take us more than an hour to get her room done,” said Drift.  “Besides, we have our own rooms we want to get put together too.”  Everyone was met with a very cold stare from Shaman.  The young medic that was trained extensively under Ratchet had picked up the older medic’s worst attribute… that deadly ice cold stare.

“I told you what I expect, and I expect her room to be done first before any of you get to your own rooms,” he stated with the continuing cold stare.  Drift, Kup, Blurr, and Perceptor slightly cringed away from Shaman, but nodded.  They were not bound to cross Shaman, even if they wanted to.

“We’ll get it done when we decide to get it done,” grumbled Springer.  

“Very well then,” said Shaman as he turned toward the green mech.  “Then every one of you will be sleeping on the floor with her until you get her room situated to MY liking.”  Springer turned towards Shaman, stunned that he would say anything like that.  Before he could speak to protest, Shaman’s stare only grew colder and more dangerous.  “Or how about I lock you in cages… just like you did with her?  Lock you away, hidden behind something so no one can see you, and starve you guys… just like you did with her.”  Springer shut his mouth quickly and put his hand down.  He knew that if he said anything to Shaman, his aft would be handed to him 100 times over… or more.

“We’ll get it done,” said Drift, quickly.  Mostly wanting to diffuse the situation and hope that Shaman doesn’t go Ratchet on everyone.

“I hope so,” said the young medic as he began making his way to the door.  “Remember, you have an hour or less.  I’d get started if I was you.”  Without another word, he left, leaving the five mechs to figure things out on their own.  Springer, sadly only scoffed at Shaman’s words and began putting his room together without another thought.  The others, who really didn’t want to face Shaman’s wrath, quickly began to put the little femme’s room together.


Shaman slowly walked through the forest that was close to the house.  Along his meanderings, he made mental notes.  Primarily about putting a fence up to keep the little femme safe and unwanted guests out.  “This forest is so large, you could get lost in it with ease,” he spoke to the tiny child.  Sitting down on an old tree that looked to have fallen after a severe storm, he tried to get as close to the femme’s height to see what she would see if she became lost in the forest.  With how hard it was to see where everything was, he could feel disoriented with how alike things looked at her height.  Standing back up, he knew he would have to make it very clear that a fence would have to be built.  “I’d best get back.  This really needs to be taken care of.”  Slowly getting up, he looked around… and started to feel uneasy.  Taking a deep breath, hoping to shake the feeling off, he made his way back to the house.

Little did he know, there was someone watching him.  High up on a tree, perched on a branch, there was a green and silver mech, his blue optics gazing down at the last spot he saw the mech, carrying his target away.  He sighed and began contemplating why he was called in.  Thinking to himself, his comlink went off.  Looking to see who it was, he grumbled as he finally answered it.  “Yes?” he asked flatly.

“Did you find the target?” the mech on the other end asked.

“I did… and I’m not happy with the situation,” stated CyberLink, with a hint of anger.  “You do realize what you are asking me to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’m asking you to keep an eye on that thing and kill it if it does anything,” stated the mech.  CyberLink only grumbled to himself.

“No,” he stated flatly again.  “You’re asking me to babysit an infant who would most likely drool on you versus try and eviscerate you.”

“How do you know that?” argued the mech.  “For all we know, it could be playing possum on us.  I don’t want that THING to cause a mass panic in MY town because no one will control it.”

“Do you have any evidence that she will cause such a stir?” asked CyberLink, trying his best to keep his cool.

“Didn’t you read about what it did on Cybertron?” asked the mech.  “That thing is a murderer.  And if you think I will allow that thing to be here without someone to keep it in check, they are mad.”  CyberLink took a deep breath and sighed one more time.

“If you want me to keep an optic on her while she is here, I will be expected to be paid double my rate,” he stated.  “And if you argue with me, I will be expecting triple my rate.”  He could tell his potential employer really didn’t want to pay any more than the rate that was originally discussed in the initial meeting, but since he was never told about his target and was expected to locate it and assess, it was only right that he would get paid more.  The mech grumbled for a bit, cursed under his breath, but then relented.

“Very well,” he spoke calmly.  “Double the rate.”

“And a place to stay until either she leaves or I have to eliminate her,” stated CyberLink.

“… Fine,” stated the mech.  “Come by my office and we will get the contract written up.”

“On my way,” said CyberLink.  Hanging up, he looked back in the direction of the house that his target would be at.  A part of him didn’t believe that the child posed any threat, but with the mass hysteria that happened on Cybertron, reaching across countless galaxies and cosmoses, it didn’t surprise him that there were those who would believe such nonsense.  Shaking his head, he climbed down from the tree and made his way to town to sign the contract.


Shaman made it back to the house after an hour, right on the dot.  He saw that there were still some boxes and items being moved into the home, and knew the place would be a mess from the moving.  Sighing to himself, he hoped that the little femme’s room would be ready for her as requested, even if it was in a way that seemed threatening.  Walking in, he found most of the boxes in their respective rooms, slowly being unpacked.  He grumbled under his breath as he didn’t see Springer anywhere.  Deciding not to let his anger get the best of him, he went to the femme’s room to only find partially put together furniture.  Not even the crib was fully put together so he could lay the femme down.

Taking some long deep breaths to keep his building rage in check, he took her to his room that was next door to the femme, pulled out a bassinet, and laid the femme down for her to rest.  Making sure she was comfortable, he then turned his attention to finding everyone to ask why they hadn’t finished putting everything together.  It didn’t take long for him to find everyone out in the back, complaining about the situation.

“Why couldn’t we just stay on Cybertron?” grumbled Blurr.  “There is nothing around here, and neutrals are so boring to be around.”

“How do you think I fell with leaving my training grounds on Cybertron for this place?” grumbled Drift.  “No one here knows how to even use a sword.”  Kup and Perceptor stayed quiet as they knew the reasons why they had to come to earth.  Even though they too were upset with leaving their home for what they would consider a mud planet, they chose not to voice their anger.  Even Springer, who was the loudest of the 5 on the way to earth about his disdain for coming to earth, chose to stay silent.

“And how do you think the little femme feels, knowing that no one, not even you screw-ups, were willing to protect her when she needed it the most,” stated Shaman, is rage coming extremely close to a head.  Everyone cringed slightly as they heard his voice.  Slowly turning toward the young mech, they gulped semi quietly to themselves.  Shaman’s optics beamed angrily at the mechs, causing them to cringe slightly more.  “Why isn’t the little femme’s room done yet?  I told you it had better be done when I returned.”

“It will get done when it gets done,” growled Springer.  “It’s not like she needs it right away.”  Without warning, a large wrench came out of nowhere and clocked Springer in the head, causing the large mech to fall face first in the mud.  Shaman… was now done with everyone’s bullshit.

“Fine then,” he stated coldly.  “Everyone will then take turns holding her for the whole night, no sleep, nothing until that crib and room are up to my expectations.  IS.  THAT.  CLEAR.”  It didn’t take the 4 long to scramble back into the house to get busy on getting the nursery ready while Springer pulled himself out of the muck.  The green mech looked up at Shaman, angered, but knew not to piss of the young medic.  “Remember, Springer.  You have to be the one to take care of her.  She is your daughter, and trust me, I will be keeping a very close eye on you.  You screwed up once.  I will not let you screw up twice if I have anything to say about it.”  Springer knew he had to mark his words as Ratchet, the most feared medic on Cybertron, most likely had taught Shaman everything, and quite possibly more without anyone knowing.  He only nodded as Shaman then turned and went back inside to make sure that the nursery was put together to his expectations, and nothing less.  Springer sighed and wiped the muck off his face, and slowly made his way into the house.  He really didn’t want to follow Shaman’s rules or orders, but until Optimus said anything, he was at the mercy of him.


Only 45 minutes after Shaman scared the ever living crud out of everyone, the nursery was put together, up to Shaman’s expectations, and painted a warm color for the femme to enjoy and grow in.  Shaman of course went over everything with a fine tooth comb before deeming the room okay for the young child.  He then turned to the 4 mechs, remaining stoic for a moment, then spoke.  “You idiots finally did something right for the girl.  Congratulations.” He then left to bring the little femme into her new room.  The 4 mechs quickly left, leaving Shaman and the little femme alone for the time being.  Each sighed heavily as they took a seat on the couch.  They had never seen Shaman pull a “Ratchet” before, and they didn’t want to see it happen again.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that mech pull something like that ever before,” stated Blurr as he collapsed onto the couch.

“If he has, I don’t think the mech who was on the receiving end lived to tell the tale,” said Kup as he sighed heavily.

“But we can’t blame him,” said Perceptor.  “We have failed that little femme more times than we can count.  We were supposed to take care of her, we messed that up big time.”

“Don’t forget, Springer was supposed to be the one who needed to take care of her,” said Blurr.  “He’s her ‘dad’ and he’s supposed to be the care giver.”

“You forget that we were supposed to HELP as well, Blurr,” said Perceptor.  “We are just as much at fault as Springer is.  We should have also kept an eye out to make sure she wasn’t getting hurt, and should have been asking questions and checking on her versus taking that mech’s word for it.”  Blurr wanted to argue that the femme wasn’t his kid, nor his responsibility, but with everyone living under the same roof, every one of them was to blame for what happened.


The day remained very somber as everyone went about their own business, while Shaman kept a watchful eye on the little femme.  Every now and again, he would doze off, taking small cat naps, only to be woken by the small jingle of the bells he velcroed into place with fleece bands on the femme’s wrists and ankles.  He would look over to see her kicking her legs and crying.  He sighed as he began to hope that Ratchet would get her vocal processor fixed soon, but knew not to push it as he didn’t want to face Ratchet’s temper.

He then got up from the chair, picked up the tiny femme to try and calm her.  He knew that she was stressed out from everything, trying to recover and heal from her ordeal on Cybertron, gaining some sort of connection with Springer that may never happen, being terrified of the world around her…it was just a mess.  He sighed as he knew that he really only had a week to really get things set up and teach the wreckers to take care of her.  He looked down at his data pad and the partially typed message he would send to Optimus, requesting to stay longer, or at least stay in the house, in case Springer had trouble getting the hang of things.  In his spark, he feared that the femme’s father… no, supposed care taker, would screw it up again for the child.

Continuing to fear for the femme’s safety, he put it out of his mind momentarily to take care of the femme, who needed to be fed and changed before too long.  Last thing he wanted her to deal with was having worse diaper rash than what she already had to deal with.  Once she was clean, he sat down in the chair and gently rocked back and forth, allowing the little femme to be lulled to sleep.  He could hear the other wreckers getting some energon, most likely getting ready to get some rest after a long day of unpacking, and after he terrorized them to ensure that the femme’s room was taken care of first.  He sighed heavily as he looked down at the little femme, gently stroking her head as she slept.

In his spark, he knew he had a long day tomorrow, teaching Springer how to bath, feed, change, play… so many things.  “Tomorrow is going to be the off lining of me because of that idiot,” he whispered to himself.  He then looked down at the little femme.  “That mech that is supposed to be your father, he had better not mess up while I’m working with him.”  He then tucked the little femme back in her crib, quickly grabbed a cube of energon, and came back to keep vigil over the femme for the night.

Once finished with his cube, he finished the message, hoping that Optimus and Ratchet would give their blessing to allow him to stay longer than just a week.  Sending it off, he sighed as a pit in his tank grew.  He had a bad feeling that his request would be denied, but knew he had to at least try for the sake of the little femme.  Leaning back into his chair, he saw the stars twinkle above, and slowly fell asleep, hoping that he could at least stay at the house to ensure that things did go smoothly.  As he drifted off, he hoped that he would get a response soon, with news that he could stay.
Chapter 20: Moving In
I HAVE UP LOADED!!!!!!!  Yes, it's chapter 20... after how flipping long?  Yeah.  Sorry that this one took so long, but at least it's finally complete.  And yes, I will be making a journal entry with all the chapters I've done so far so if you want to read them all, I will have them on there.

Transformers and AHM belong to their respectful owners.

CyberLink belongs to :icononigami-sama:

This and characters that don't fall under the above, belong to me.

And I might add other characters into this from other deviants.  If you want to see if one of your own characters can fit in here, let me know and I will try to work something out.

Deviant Artist's Questionnaire

Journal Entry: Fri Aug 7, 2015, 9:07 PM

  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?  8 years and counting!

  2. What does your username mean?  My username really has no meaning.  It was something I came up with at the moment when I first joined.

  3. Describe yourself in three words.  Loves To Write.

  4. Are you left or right handed?  Right handed, but I think it would be cool if I could be ambidextrous.

  5. What was your first deviation?  I believe it was "Balance Between Two Worlds Part 1".

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?  I have always had a passion for writing and that is what I still love to do.

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?  Just being able to draw as well as some of my friends on here, that would be awesome.

  8. What was your first favourite?  I really don't remember.  It was quite some time ago.

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?  Whatever catches my eye.  I really don't have a favorite.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?  I'm not listing them all.  There are too many amazing artists on here.

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?  All the people who I watch and consider really good friends, I would love to meet them.  P.S. I'm not listing them all.

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?  Many on here have and I can't thank them enough for their encouraging words.

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?  Pen and paper.  ... And my laptop... but only if I can get to it.

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?  At a cafe with art hanging on the walls and listening to certain types of music.  I pull ideas from them.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?  Hands down, meeting all my friends on here.

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Fan humming
  • Watching: My computer.
  • Drinking: Ginger Ale


Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Okay... I have done some growing since the last time I posted anything on my bio, but there is an update: I now have 2 Associate's Degrees. One in Massage Therapy, and one as a Physical Therapist Assistant. I am a U.S. Navy Vet and I am a fun loving person... even though I may not look like it when you first meet me. Granted, it takes me a while to open up, but once I do, I become more willing to talk and do things.

-Organization (even though my room looks like a tornado hit it a few hundred times... *cough, cough*)
-Writing even though I'm currently in a writer's block.
-Steam punk
-Jewelery making
-Meeting new people
-Making friends
-Good, honest, and interesting artwork

-Ass holes
-Art thieves
-Ignorance of any type
-People who complain about stuff that they when they can change it themselves
-Others... but I can't think of them right now. (too many pet peeves.)

Update and 1 year older

Mon Dec 7, 2015, 11:52 AM

Greetings everyone.  Well, to start off, yes, I am 1 year older, making me officially... 31 years old.  Now, I know that to most of you, that isn't really old.  That, I can agree on.  Sadly though, I feel older than I am.  Reason being, having served time in the U.S. military, it wrecked my body to where my joints, muscles, and everything else in between, hurt really badly, and snap, crackle and pop when I don't want them to.  Yeah... I'm a rice crispy treat that's in a thousand knots.  But I digress.

Now, on to the update side of this journal.  I'm still working on chapter 21, which should be done shortly before Christmas.  But depending on how well my creativity lasts, and no art blocks hitting me face first, that is what I am aiming for right now.  

I know that the last... 2 chapters I believe, have pretty much been fillers, and this chapter will be another filler with how it's going.  I'm hoping that I can move the story along a little better, either with chapter 22 or 23.  I just don't want to skip out on any parts that would be important to the story, and leave you guys wondering how the hell I got to the one part.  And yes, there will be OCs making appearances in the story.  I am looking through everyones characters and I hope I can make some final decisions as to who I want in the story.  

If you don't want your OC in my story, please don't hesitate to say "no".  I just don't want to be stepping on people's toes.

Thank you for your time. 


  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: coffee being made
  • Watching: My computer.
  • Drinking: coffee


In chapter 3, there will be 2 fisherbots. What would you name them? And feel free to be creative. 

3 deviants said I have no clue.
No deviants said I would suggest: (please leave a comment with a name or names)


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Xxlove-melodyxX Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
Happy birthday, Mira! :heart: :cake: :party: I hope that you will have a wonderful and a marvelous time today! :heart: :huggle: :rose:
Mira518 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.  I did have a really good day today.  Had fun with my family, enjoyed some time with a friend, and it was just an overall good day.
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You're most welcome! :hug: I'm so happy for you that you had a good day, my friend :heart: :cuddle: :rose:
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Happy Birthday. 
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Mira518 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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Happy Birthday, sweetie! <3 :hug:
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Thanks Luana.  I hope you are doing well this day.
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