Just a story idea I came up with. I only own Natasha and Antonio Flores. Transformers Animated belongs to Hasbro.

A/N: This story takes place before the episodes "Endgame Part I and II" and sometime after "This Is Why I Hate Machines". Also, Natasha's new appearance with her robotic arm and legs were inspired by the old Television show "The Bionic Woman", from the late 70's, which I do not own.

Selflessness Is The Path To Love

Chapter 1: Storm and Pain

Natasha sighed as she looked over her sketchbook again, looking at her pictures of Transformers. Each sketch was a perfect replica of her favorite Autobots and most of the recent sketches were of Transformers Animated Jazz. He was her absolute favorite and she sighed happily at his picture.

"Natasha! Come on!" called her father. "Movie's about to start!"

She went to the living room and shuddered when she saw they were watching another horror movie. "Uh, is it okay if I pass on this one?" she asked. "This will give me nightmares."

"But it's a cool movie!" said her older brother.

"No thanks," she said and headed up to her room, plugging in her personal television and turning it to a favorite channel that was playing Transformers Animated. "This is better."

Suddenly, she heard screams and then heard thunder. She looked to see water suddenly coming fast. A hurricane? It wasn't the season for them yet, but as the rushing water suddenly hit the house, Natasha felt herself suddenly grabbed and pulled away too fast to react as the world became a swirling cream color and colored dots were also spinning like crazy and she got dizzy.

Something was beeping steadily and she opened her eyes and suddenly squinted.

"Sorry," said an older voice as the overhead lights dimmed, making it better for her to see. She suddenly felt severe pain. "Don't move, young one. You're going into surgery soon."

Surgery? What? Natasha tried to move, but the pain was keeping her still and she felt a needle go gently in her neck.

"THAT IS NOT MY DAUGHTER!"

That voice made Natasha jump awake to see her mother and father talking with the doctor nearby. "I'm sorry, we had to do extensive surgery to save your daughter's life," said the doctor. "This was the only way."

"Making her into a cyborg? No, you should have put back her real limbs!" cried her mother.

"There was too much damage. She would have been a paraplegic for the rest of her life," the doctor explained gently.

"We could have worked with that," said her father in a sharp tone.

"But could your daughter? From what I gathered, she's very active. To become paraplegic would have hurt her more than what she'll feel now having prosthetics."

"Well then, she is your patient and your charge," said Natasha's mother. "I don't want a cyborg in my house."

The doctor was shocked. "I know it's a bit of a shock, but she needs your support," he said.

"She doesn't need anything from us!"

Natasha felt tears come to her eyes and slowly lifted her right arm to find it was made of metal and then lifted her head to see her legs were also made of metal. Her heartbeat became faster when she saw what she was and her parents words echoed in her head. The heart rate monitor began beeping a bit faster, signaling she was awake and in some stress, but not severe stress like convulsions.

The doctor sent her parents away and came up to her. "I'm sorry, Natasha," he said. "You heard them, didn't you?"

She nodded. "What happened?" she asked.

"When the hurricane hit, you blacked out and smashed into a few walls hard enough to severely damage your legs and your right arm," he explained. "Seeing that you are active, I thought giving you new limbs would be better than having you be in a wheelchair with no hope of walking again."

"But my parents didn't agree to it?"

The doctor gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid not," he said gently. "I'll make sure you have good care here, but I'm going to see if there is any other family to take you in."

Natasha shook her head. "I don't have any other relatives," she said quietly.

The doctor sighed a little. "Well, I'll see what I can do," he told the seventeen-year-old girl. "Right now, try to rest some more."

She gave another nod and her eyes closed as she was tired and fell asleep.

It was a week later and the doctor had no luck convincing Natasha's parents that she needed them and he had no luck finding any relatives. He wondered what to do and went to check on his patient.

She was sleeping peacefully, but he saw her face was stained from tears. And he knew she had no doubt woken up again and cried herself to sleep. He then noticed her backpack nearby that her family had dropped off with her other belongings and opened it to find a sketchbook in there that was dry. He then saw her backpack was waterproof and smiled lightly before looking at her sketches.

After a few moments, he made up his mind and gathered Natasha's things together, pointing a remote at them. A vortex of light blue opened up beneath the items and they disappeared into it before closing. He then opened another vortex, which was actually a portal and went over to Natasha, unhooking her from the machines and carrying her over to the portal. Surprisingly, she wasn't too heavy since her new limbs were made of lightweight, indestructible material. He then went through the portal with her and gently set her down on the bed in front of him, seeing it was a medical berth. He then checked Natasha's heart rate and pulse and found them steady, which was good. He had been worried about hooking her up to any machines here, but she was strong enough to now only need perhaps a heart monitor as a precaution. He saw one nearby and gently hooked her up to it and then watched for a moment.

"Hopefully, you'll be better off here, Natasha," he said gently. "I know they'll take good care of you. Just remember: Don't give up."

With that, he disappeared back into the portal, which vanished behind him now and he looked around, setting up the paperwork to make it look like Natasha had died from complications from surgery and had been cremated so that no one would ask questions. Then again, no one knew that he wasn't just a doctor, but someone who could go to other dimensions. And he knew right then that Natasha would be safe where he had sent her. And perhaps she'd gain a new family.

He hoped so, as family was something she desperately needed right now.

Hmm. Where did Dr. Flores send Natasha? Read on!

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