I'm back with another story! Before any of you ask, I haven't abandoned Their Happily Ever After, I'm just suffering from writer's block on that one. I can't think of any good plot lines, so if any of you have any ideas, PM me.

This story has been floating around in my head for quite some time, and I just had to write it down. Well, the first chapter at least.

And before we go on with the story, I just want to say something to JayBeeZZ. Just felt like giving you a shout out. So hiiiiiiii!

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I couldn't save him...I couldn't save my partner!

Those words echoed in Arcee's helm, swimming around and making her dizzy. It hasn't been a week since her partner and best friend, Tailgate, had been slaughtered by a Con spider named Airachnid.

It was supposed to be a regular tagging mission. Just a simple errand that had to be done. She didn't mean to get lost, but with the city filled with smoke and the magnificent skyscrapers reduced to rubble, it wasn't exactly easy to navigate. But as usual, Tailgate somehow managed to quench Arcee's discomfort with a friendly banter. That was one of the reasons why they worked so well together.

But luck was not on the femme's side as she got painfully shot and stuck to a wall. She would have never guessed that her life would take a turn for the worst.

Now, with her partner deceased, Arcee ran out of the small camp she was stationed at looking for trouble. Loathing coursed through her veins, setting her spark on fire. She felt it in her chest, a swelling regret that no matter how hard she tried, it simply would not leave. Her optics burned with tears and her throat felt cold. Her legs pounded furiously on the metal streets of ruined Iacon. One thought clouded her judgment and took control of her entire frame.

Revenge.

The hate towards the sadistic spider femme was immeasurable. Arcee, now at the edge of Autobot territory, collapsed onto the dusty ground and started to wail.

I couldn't save him...I couldn't save my partner!

Her shoulders shook with sobs. Her faceplate was smudged in tears. She just couldn't take it anymore! Arcee's spark was broken, shattered into small fragments at the bottom of its chamber. Nothing got passed her right now. Nothing could possibly console her. She felt as if she flat out offlined right there that no one would care. Her family was gone, friends deceased; Arcee had no reason to live.

So maybe her thoughts were why she didn't hear the dark purple Decepticon sneak up behind her. Her processor was too secluded and foggy. Maybe her wish to die motivated him to take advantage of her weak state.

"I can make your pain go away, femme." That was what he said. And foolishly, she believed him. Maybe that was why he threw her to the ground. And maybe, just maybe that was how Arcee was now, alone and unaided, pushing with all her might to give this unintended sparkling life.

Whimpering, Arcee gripped the ball of mesh she'd brought with her for this exact purpose.

When she'd found out that the mech that raped her had gotten her pregnant, she disappeared, refusing to go back to her miserable life until this thing was out of her. She refused to love or feel this abomination. It was part con, Arcee didn't have it in her to love any con, full or half, to any extent. She never spoke to it, she never soothed it when it was restless. She only had energon when her reserves were low, hoping that it would affect the sparkling. No dice. Finally, after she'd gotten back from an energon station, the contractions started. Arcee knew what to do.

Another painful contraction hit her and she screamed, the mesh ball thinning with every squeeze. 5 hours. 5 hours Arcee had been alone and hurting, trying desperately to push this thing out. Her dental plates felt stiff as she clenched them together. Her fists were tight. Her optics were closed, a few tears escaping out of the corners. Why was thing taking so fragging long?

Arcee wailed, cursing the con who did this to her.

Speaking of the con, right after Arcee learned of her pregnancy, she'd immediately gone out and found him. Not giving him a chance to speak, she stabbed her blade straight through his spark chamber whispering "Now we're even."

She felt another contraction, but this one was different. Arcee pushed with all of her strength, a translucent energon dripping down her forehelm. She counted to three in her helm and stopped for a moment before sitting up and pushing once more. Arcee laid back down, satisfied with the shrieking coming from the flailing sparkling on the ground by her pedes.

Arcee gasped for air. That was the longest and most tiring experience of her life. She'd promised herself not to look at the sparkling, but she couldn't stop her helm as she sat up and glanced between her knees at the crying sparkling.

It was a beautiful little femme. She had almost the exact same build as Arcee, but with sharper angles on her chest armour and delicate winglets. The femme shimmered purple in the light of dusk. Arcee frowned before noticing her light pink highlights on her helm, wrists, chestplate and pedes. Only then did she let a small smile grace her faceplate. Arcee sat up, every piston and gear protesting at the motion. She reached down and picked up the still wailing sparkling. Upon feeling some warmth, the sparkling stopped wailing and simply whimpered. But when the small sparkling opened her optics, Arcee froze.

Her optics were a light teal with flecks of lilac surrounding her pearl white pupil. Arcee stared into her optics and got lost within the innocence within them. She couldn't leave this sparkling to fend for herself. She just couldn't.

So Arcee stood up with the quiet femme cradled in her arms and spoke softly to her.

"Listen, I'm so sorry for ignoring you. But now that you're here, I will never let my optics leave you. I promise." Arcee kissed the top of her head. The femme let out a giggle and reached her arms out towards the blue femme, managing to grasp her pink face armour. Arcee chuckled.

"So what am I gonna call you?" Arcee thought long and hard. The sparkling giggled and smiled towards the warrior. What name could possibly describe and identify this miracle? That's it! thought Arcee.

"Miracle. You're name is Miracle." Miracle smiled and nuzzled into Arcee's chest.

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They had only two weeks together before Arcee had to leave her. It broke Arcee's spark again, but she understood why it wasn't safe for Miracle in this war. She couldn't stop fighting. She'd been getting constant messages from the camp wondering where she went. She couldn't tell them about Miracle. Plus, she would be safer with a retiree.

That led the warrior and Miracle to the doorstep of a old bot's home. Miracle was currently asleep in a small metal crate, a blue pendant around her neck and a letter with all of her information. Arcee kissed her helm for the last time before ringing the bell and fleeing.

She watched from a distance as the black and white mech came out of the house and picked up her daughter. He read the letter silently and smiled sadly. Arcee let out a sigh of relief. The old bot picked up the sleeping sparkling, kissed her helm softly and strode inside his house. Arcee thought she'd never see Miracle again.

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Arcee watched as Ratchet searched for any Decepticon activity. Suddenly, the green monitors began to flash and beep.

"Optimus!" he called, "I have detected two signals not far from here, at the same coordinates that Arcee and Cliffjumper arrived at. And seeing as though these are the exact same coordinates that you sent out as a rendezvous, it would seen that someone else has answered your call!" Arcee looked up to Optimus and saw his optics light up with hope. There was a very good chance that those two signals were Autobots...well, more of a 50% chance. But nonetheless, they could be Autobots.

"Contact them," Optimus said politely. Just then Bulkhead and Bumblebee arrived with the kids inside the cars. Arcee smiled to Jack. He grinned back.

"So what are we doing?" he asked.

"Ratchet found two life signals in the desert not far from here. We think they're Autobots. But since we're not too sure, we're just contacting them now," she explained. Jack nodded and didn't ask anymore questions. A weak, raspy voice rang out of the built-in speakers of the computer.

"Are you Autobots or...Decepticons?" the voice asked. From what Arcee could tell, the voice belonged to a very old mech. Optimus came up closer to the monitor.

"We are Autobots. I ask you that same question."

"We're Autobots," the voice answered.

"Excellent," Optimus answered, "we are in need of enforcements."

"You misunderstand sir. I will not be joining your team." Everyone gasped.

"Why?"

"You didn't let me finish. I am weak, dying in fact. I will not be joining your team, but my adoptive child will be. But I must ask you one question."

"Please, ask whatever your spark wishes."

"Is there a femme on your team?" Everybody, humans included stood shocked and frozen for a few moments, then looked to Arcee. She felt rather uncomfortable with everyone looking at her. When it was clear that no one was going to answer the mech's question, Arcee rolled her optics and said yes.

"I only ask that you take good care of her, for she is young and was raised without a mother. So I ask of you to raise her together, as a family. She is depressed, sick, and wounded. Please, help her."

"We will," Arcee answered. She nodded to Ratchet who opened a groundbridge. "Send her through."

They didn't get a response. But Team Prime did hear crying from a very young femme. They placed two and two together and figured out that her caretaker had passed away. Arcee cringed. She knew how painful it was to watch someone pass away in front of your optics.

Just then a very small femme walked through the groundbridge. Her right arm looked detached and broken. Her faceplate was drowning in tears, and showed no sign of stopping. Arcee stood in front of the groundbridge, shocked to the core. This femme was purple and pink with light teal and lilac speckled optics. But what surprised Arcee the most was a blue pendant hanging on a chain around the girl's neck. It couldn't be her, could it?

Without warning, the femme ran forward and threw her good arm around Arcee's waist, sobbing into her stomach. Arcee felt her maternal instincts kick in and picked up the crying and frightened child, hugging her close to her chest. The purple femme wrapped her legs around her waist and her arm around her neck, now sobbing into her shoulder. Arcee stroked her winglets to calm her down and provide some comfort.

Even though she knew the answer, Arcee asked, "What's your name, little one?" The small femme looked up and uttered a single word.

"Miracle."

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I love to put cliffhangers there! Keeps people coming back. Sorry! ;)

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Until next chapter!