This has been lurking in the back of my head for a while, and I figured why not? I guess this would be a fixit story... And I'm hoping that this one will do good... though if you hate it let me know, I could use the flames to keep warm in this sub-artic weather XD. Please point out spelling errors if you must, They drive me batty and- Well I should just shut up and get to the prologue...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Just my Oc's Bay (pronounced Bey) and Octavius.

Prologue

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It had been all planned out. It had been perfect. All thirty-nine of them had been there for once. She had almost cried at the tears in her father's face when he realized that all of his children and grandchildren -plus the one pending- had gotten together for the family reunion. They hadn't been together since her mother's death.

The kids had been playing out one the rooftop patio, Her eldest brothers watching the youngsters... So they had been the first to see the oncoming danger... The kids had been excited to see the strange military jet that flew lowly over head...

But when the world exploded, the building shook and fire erupted all around, and that oh so happy day... the one she had fought and argued with her family to ensure that they all would be there was shattered in a haze of smoke, ash, and death...

And out of the thirty-nine that had been there... only three survived.

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Bay woke to pain. Opening her eyes she blinked at the white walls surrounding her, the beeping of the heart monitor chirping slightly in her ear. The ache in her side screamed as she tried to sit up, protesting the movement.

"I see you're awake." a nurse said as she poked her head inside the room. "Do you know who you are?"

"My name's Bay Baxter..." she said quietly.

"Well Ms. Baxter I've got some men that have been waiting to talk to you." She said as as she smiled a pitying smile at the young woman. Shortly after several men in suits came in, their faces grim.

"Ms. Baxter."

"Yes?"

"We need to ask you about what happened yesterday."

"Um... okay... Well we were having our family reunion at my loft. It was going fine up until the explosions went off... What... What were they?"

"It was a terrorist attack. Ms. Baxter how many people were at your family reunion?"

"Thirty-nine... Why?" A coldness built in the pit of her stomach, dread filling her by the second.

"If we showed you photographs... do you think you could identify the victims?"

A with a mute nod she shook her head.

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~Scene change~

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Octavius Augustus Baxter or 'Eight' as the rest of his family had called him, sat beside his twin's bed, tears staining his face as he tightly clenched his brother's hand despite the pain in his own hands. "Come on Simon you can't leave me." the eleven year old whispered as his eyes roamed over his twins broken and severely burned form..

They had been on the roof... they had seen everything... The jet that transformed into the giant robot, the other robots that had began to fight the red eyed devil, when the blast of whatever the jet had shot off blew the building from under them, their father had shielded them from the worst of it...

It had been the worst moment of his life when he was forced to push his father's body off of the two of them... made worse by some of the shrapnel that peppered their bodies... They ran his brother gripping their backpack tightly. The younger twin pulled his brother over his shoulder and led them out of the rest of the crumbling building and into the street below... They had ran out into the street. People were screaming, Men in military fatigues were yelling orders, and the bots were yelling warnings...

The twins had just ducked down an alley when two halves of a giant silver body crashed down in front of them, Simon pushing Octavius aside as the bot's life fluids coated his twin.. And Simon screamed... And screamed, He had used his jacket to help try to remove the viscous material which began to burn his hands...

Their shared pain was enough to make the younger twin pass out...

His tears were a combination of pain and loss, he was clinging to the last remaining member of his family of ten beside himself... And it hurt to watch his brother slowly die, whatever had burned them had poisoned them both... The doctor's had called in a specialist, who had taken and administered the medicine to Eight... But the damage to his twin was too much, his organs were already in a state of deterioration... It had left the younger twin sitting here clutching his dying brother's hand pleading for the other not to leave him alone...

There was a sharp breath as green eyes opened, the hand tightening around his own. Eight looked up to meet his twin's eyes, the other smiled beneath his face mask briefly before his body seized and spasmed.

"Simon? Simon No!" He stood up as the monitors began to keen...

"Code Blue. Code Blue bed 387."

"SIMON!"

"Get the kid out of here now!"

"Please don't leave me alone! Please!" Octavius screamed as the nurses dragged him out of the room.