Does anyone even read author's notes? Whatever, Ima tell you what this looooong one-shot is about anyways. (PS-It's gonna be split up into a few chapters)

This was inspired by something that most teenagers have...insecurity. I know I've felt insecure, and I know most of my friends have too. I'm writing this one shot to tell all of you that you can beat insecurity and it's always ok in the end. It will be a bit intense, hence the rating T. Don't like, don't read. Take this as a warning.

OptimusXArcee...*giggles* and loads of other pairings. It'll be from Arcee's point of view cause the story is centred on our favourite femme.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, it rightfully belongs to Hasbro.

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Arcee P.O.V

"Optimus!" Ratchet called. Our leader proudly strode over to the console where our team's medic was frantically pressing buttons that made no sense to me. I followed behind him, given that I'm his second in command.

"Look at this. It's an Autobot spaceship, and their identification is legitimate. Someone else has answered your call!" Ratchet exclaimed. I haven't seen him this excited since he 'helped' the children out with their science projects. Optimus nodded in recognition.

"And what ship would this be?"

"Let me check," more button pushing, "It's the Galaxy-4 Starship Cruiser. Its trajectory indicates that it is heading for a deserted location in the Savannah, a tourist location somewhere on the continent Africa." Ratchet gasped, drawing the rest of the team's attention. "Optimus, they are hailing us." (A/N: Yay Star Trek reference!)

"Accept it and put it on screen."

What I saw startled me. They were all femmes! And there were four of them. And Primus, they all looked like human 'Victoria's Secret models.' I saw all of the mech's gazes go to certain femmes on-screen, and I could practically smell the testosterone lingering in the air. Stupid mechs…

The femme closest to the camera spoke first.

"Is this Optimus Prime's team?" I looked to the powerful mech, his mouth was open a crack and his optics dilated.

"Yes it is. And who might you four lovely femmes be?" I rolled my optics.

"I am Galatina. My weapons specialist, Storm," she gestured to the silver and dark grey femme to her left, "my medic, Scalpelle," the skinny, purple femme on her right, "and finally my scout, Flutter," Galatina took a step to the left and revealed a small but beautiful pink and light blue femme standing on her tip-toes, waving. "We would be honoured to join your team." Optimus bowed.

"The pleasure is ours." The femme nodded in thanks. "And who does your team comprise of, Optimus Prime?"

Optimus introduced all of the mechs and told the femme commander a little thing about them, mostly how they were brave, loyal, strong and capable. When he got to me, he seemed to hesitate. I lowered my brow slightly, confused as to why he couldn't think of anything to describe me. I pursed my lips.

I really like Optimus. More than like, I think that I might love him. I mean, what's not to love? His strong character, his caring and surprisingly gentle personality...it made me feel vulnerable, weak in the knees, if you will. And his frame was the most attractive one I've ever seen before in my long life. Everything from his helm to pedes, perfection. His strong arms, powerful legs, wide hips, and that deep, sexy voice. Ooo...I feel submissive whenever I hear him speak.

But he'll never feel the same way. I realize that. I'm just a regular femme...sure, I can fight at least a dozen cons and win, but that's all I can really do. I don't have any special skills to set me apart from other femmes, like the ones in that Starship. I bet that they can win against Megatron and Starscream, maybe even sing or dance, or please mechs in...different ways than I feel comfortable doing. I have no doubt that they are better at holding their metaphorical 'tongues' than I am. I always seem to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I can never make anyone feel better after a long battle, heck, I can't even think of one thing that I contribute to the team...other than being the only femme.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed what Optimus said about me.

"And this is Arcee, my second in command." I waited for him to describe me, but to my confusion, he simply turned to face the screen once more and conversed with Galatina.

I was shocked. I knew that he didn't love me but come on? Not even a "she is the only femme,"? Apparently, my feelings displayed on my face because Ratchet asked me if everything was alright. I answered yes without hesitation, the lies spewing out of me. I let out a low growl. No wonder the team doesn't know me that well. All I say are lies.

"When will you be landing?" Optimus asked.

"One earth hour. At most." Prime nodded.

"Understood. We will greet you at your coordinates. Omega-1 out." With that, the screen went black. Bulkhead whistled.

"Wow. That Storm sure is something. I wanna get to know her better when those femmes arrive." Bumblebee nodded.

"Yeah, Flutter seems nice. I hope that we hit it off." Ratchet smacked them both on the head, to my great pleasure.

"Lug nuts. The femmes are warriors, not pleasure bots! We must treat them with respect. Though I must say, they are all very beautiful, especially that Scalpelle," he sighed, "What a beauty."

"Ooo! I think ol' Ratchet has a crush!"

"I do not!"

"Denial!"

"...scrap…"

I even saw Optimus join the conversation out of the corner of my optic, but barely because they were involuntarily filling up with tears. How could they talk about other femmes when I was standing right there, a clear look on my face saying 'stop it'? Why did they have to talk about how pretty these femmes were? Or how their colour sparkled in the ship's lighting? Or how they've never seen more gorgeous femmes in all of their life? And I was standing right there! Those stupid, typical, no good, son a of glitch mechs! Why do they have to make me feel worse than I already do?

I slid into my room and slammed the door, hard. I don't care if the guys think I'm being temperamental. I feel as though my spark is being ripped in half and my tanks are going to spill out onto the floor. Tears streamed down my face, my processor working overtime to convince me that these mechs and femmes don't want to hurt my feelings, they're just being them. They aren't deliberately trying to make me feel like nothing in the universe cares about me. They couldn't be...I don't believe it if they are until I see it myself. Which can't happen...it just can't.

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36 minutes later, I got a COM from Optimus saying to meet him, Bulkhead and Bumblebee in the main room to groundbridge to the femme's ship's location. I reluctantly stopped the flow of tears and got rid of any evidence that I'd been bawling my optics out like a slag-headed sparkling. I felt butterflies in my tanks as I walked into the main room. Would the femme's be nice? Or even nicer? It was impossible to tell. I just hoped that they were a valuable asset to the team.

The three mechs were waiting for me at the open bridge. I nodded and transformed with Optimus' command. We sped through the vortex and were hit by a wall of heat. I felt my fans kick on as I transformed back into bipedal form. The four femmes each had two boxes of their belongings in hand and shining smiles on their faces. I got a good look at each of them.

Galatina was mostly dark red with light blue accents. Her optics were a beautiful diamond blue. Her helm had two long whips attached to the top left and right hand corners, giving them the appearance of 'ponytails.' Her face was long and toned, that went the same for her arms and slender legs. Her chestplate was much larger than mine, a trait considered very attractive on Cybertron, and as I understand it, on earth as well. She had toned and completely flat stomach paneling and the skinniest waistline I've ever seen. She was truly beautiful.

Storm's helm was modeled to resemble human bangs falling in front of her face, though the bangs themselves started at the back of her helm. I've never seen that on a cybertronian before. Her optics was a marvellous dark blue tint to them. Unlike Galatina, her arms and legs looked very strong, however her waist was small and her stomach was flat. Her main colour was light silver. She wore some sort of trench coat, which I presume has tons of storage areas inside to hide weapons. Her chestplate was larger than Galatina's, a feat all in itself. I started to feel self-conscious; I could never compete with these femmes!

Scalpelle was mainly purple with a few white highlights around her helm and arms. Her optics shone a brilliant teal and held much wisdom, which surprised me because she looked only a few twenty thousand years old. Scalpelle's helm was covered in small tendrils of pliable metal, much like hair. She had it pulled back into a ball on top of her helm. Sticking out of the ball were two daggers disguised as needles. Clever. Like Storm and Galatina, her chestplate was large, her waist small, and her hips wide. Her arms and legs were slender and lithe; there were white painted lines on her forearms, which accented their attractiveness.

And finally, Flutter was 18,000 to put it generously. Bumblebee was older than her, but her frame was fully developed. Her helm had two ponytail like things, similar to Galatina, but they were curled back into two ringlets. Flutter's 'bangs' framed her faceplate. Looking closer, I was able to see three light blue stripes adorning the sides of her face. She had beautiful, young optics that sparkled royal blue. She had a head crest similar to mine, but instead of stretching up, it was a golden band across her forehelm with a light blue jewel embossed in it. Her frame was small and lithe, yet she still had a perfectly sculpted waist, hips, arms, legs, and chestplate. It was about the same size as mine. But considering that she was only two thirds of my age, she wasn't done growing yet!

I approached the femmes with my team and shook their hands. I offered to carry a box for Galatina, but she said that she had it. Primus, even her voice was beautiful!

I ended up carrying no boxes and entered the groundbridge. But before I disappeared completely, I saw Optimus carrying Galatina's boxes. I scowled. Why would she refuse my help, but get Optimus to carry all of her boxes for her?

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That's it for the first part. There will be more, but I decided rather than writing one long one-shot, I could split it up into chapters. Don't worry, I'm working on Their Happily Ever After as well.

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