A/N: Before we do ANYTHING, let me establish two things - One, I don't own Transformers Prime. Two, this is an AU fic, meaning that it does not go along with the storyline of Transformers Prime- COMPLETELY. There is only a few major changes, as far as the series goes.

Disclaimers: Transformers Prime © Hasbro.

Prologue: Strange Encounters

Thirteen-year-old Robin Summers was lost. As much as she would never admit it to anybody, she was lost, in the forest, with just her messenger-bag of supplies and the clothes on her back. And she was scared.

She whimpered when she felt the ground shudder harshly. 'What was that?'she mentally screamed. There was a pained groaning noise, coming from up ahead. Unsurely, she walked towards the noise, and she came to a clearing that looked like something big had crashed into it. She gasped as she saw said big thing. There, in front of her, was a Giant. Metal. Robot.

It had crimson eyes that seemed to glow with fury and pain, it had very...sharp looking armor, with spikes that curled up from its shoulders, and a strange purple symbol on the center of its silver chest. There was also a strange blue substance leaking from a torn tube of some sort on the titan's neck. It was injured, and in pain.

Then, its glowing eyes flitted over exactly to where she stood, and they narrowed in disgust and suspicion. Slowly, Robin edged out of her hiding place, into the white light of the full moon.

"Um... Do you speak English?" she asked timidly. The silver robot nodded, and Robin felt pity when she saw the scars around the robot's face and mouth. "Um, do you want help?" she continued. The robot gave her a look as if to say, 'How can you help me?'

"I stole some duct tape from my dad's garage. I could fix that up for you, I know how to fix broken tubes like that." she offered, pointing to the broken tube leaking the blue substance on his neck.

The robot deliberated for a few moments, before offering a clawed hand to the girl. She eagerly climbed on, rifling through her bag until she came across the large roll of Duct Tape.

"Um, could you lay on your back please?" she asked shyly. The robot complied wordlessly. "Thank you." Then, Robin pulled off her jacket, and with a blush, her black blouse. The robot gave her a questioning look as she wrapped the shirt around both ends of the broken tubing.

"The tape won't stick if this stuff covers it." Robin explained, pulling away the shirt and quickly wrapping the tape around the tube, apologizing when the robot winced.

"So..I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say you're not from Earth?" she said conversationally. The robot nodded. "Cool. Huh, I always wondered if aliens existed for real, but I didn't think they'd be robotic." Robin mused, smiling softly. Her wavy, messy honey-brown hair twisted through the air as a breeze passed through the clearing.

The robot looked at her curiously, his eyes asking her a question.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Robin Summers. Do you have a name?" The robot nodded, but didn't say anything. "You don't have to tell me, its okay." she said, when the robot seemed distrusting.

Robin sighed, and began humming to ward off irritation as the tape slipped off the tubing, and she had to restart. Well, partially.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing so far out into the forest.." she murmured. "I mean, if you even care. Nobody else does.." Robin sighed. The robot still said nothing.

"My dad isn't the nicest person around. All I said was that I wanted to be a singer when I grew up..." she sighed, lost in her thoughts. "He didn't like that. Not, one, bit."

Robin went silent, and the robot seemed to notice the bruises on her arms and her cheek. There were smaller ones on the inside of her thighs, going up to where they were hidden by her shorts.

"But then, it probably wasn't the best thing to say to him while he was drunk..."

By the time Robin finished, at least half of the tape was used, and her shirt was all but ruined. But, she didn't care.

"Better? It doesn't hurt as much?" she asked hopefully. The robot nodded, gently lifting her off of his neck, and let her settle in his hand.

The robot pointed towards Robin's neck.

"What is it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. With a mechanical sigh, the robot pointed to her neck, specifically where there was a hand-shaped bruise blooming. Robin scowled.

"That's nothing." she said, narrowing her eyes at the robot. He made a chirring noise, pressing the subject as he brushed the tip of a clawed finger against the bruise, giving Robin a knowing look when she winced at the faintest brush. She scowled again.

"Fine, fine! You want to know what happened?" The robot nodded. "My dad came home drunk about six hours ago, and that isn't all that unusual. He yelled for a few minutes about nothing in particular, and out of nowhere asked me what I want to be when I'm an adult. I told him I want to be a singer. He ranted for about a minute about corrupt people corrupting singers, then he...he hit me." Silence followed the statement.

"Something tells me that's not the whole story." Robin jolted slightly as she heard the robot's gruff voice for the first time. It was rough, and deep, and she liked the way it sounded. She blushed at her train of thought. Then she grew angry at the robot.

"What do you care if I got raped?" she snapped. "Nobody else does! Sure, they say 'Tell us what's wrong, Robin'and then they don't fucking believe me! And the people who DID believe me either died or ran away!"

The robot saw the girl's eyes glazing over with tears, before she dropped her head onto her knees, her shoulders shaking with small sobs. The robot was angry, but not at the girl. No, he was angry at whoever it was that raped her. He felt sympathy for the girl, as he had been a product of rape on his home planet.

"Do you have anybody you can go to?" he asked gently, surprising himself. Robin nodded slowly, raising her head.

"I was going to go to my Aunt, June Darby, but I got lost. She was my mom's sister, but my mom died awhile ago." she explained.

"And where does she live?" the robot asked. Robin pointed North.

"Generally, that way. There's a town a few miles in that direction, Jasper, Nevada. I've been walking for about six hours, actually. And I'm really..." Robin trailed off as her eyes began to droop, and she fell asleep in the giant robot's hand, just like that. He chuckled lightly, before going into a sleep-mode, or recharge, of his own, with Robin curled up over the purple insignia on his chest.

A/N: Sooo, OOC-ness in the third degree, guilty as charged.