Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they belong to whomever it is that created them. I am merely borrowing them for the duration of this story.

A/N: You'll have to excuse some of the character if they appear to be a OOC. This is my first Transformers fic, I am trying to keep them in character. And this is slightly based off of a roleplay that I have.

Enigma was beginning to doubt that the others were still out there, she hadn't heard anything in a very long while and it was starting to take it's toll on her. Then again she wasn't really awake at the moment, she was in fact in a deep slumber, saving her energy. Although what she was saving it for she didn't know, all she knew was there was a different voice in her head now.

"With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward: a new world to call home. We live among it's people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more than meets the eyes. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting."

She triangulated the location of the transmission and so changed her course, heading towards it. She decided against sending a transmission back, she knew that it wouldn't reach them, her systems hadn't been maintained. Through no fault of her own, she had just barely escaped from Cybertron when the Decepticons destroyed it. And at the time she was very behind the others, opting to look as old as she was. That meant she was butt of many jokes, but she didn't really care. However, if her height was brought into the mix then it was wise to run. She might be smaller compared to the others, but what she lacked in height she made up for in weaponry.

She had a few canons but her weapon of choice happened to be…well to put it bluntly, herself. She would use her entire body in the attack, and as powerful as she was, she was often flung away like a bug. It didn't stop her from fighting though; only when she had too defend herself, or make a point. (Which was often, but hey, who's keeping track.) She was the silent type, opting to express herself through movements, or not at all. She was tired of talking to others, they didn't understand the way she thought. To which she named herself, Enigma.

In what seemed mere days to her, she crash landed on Earth. Crawling out of the crater made by her landing she sent out a small signal. Hoping to catch the attention of someone, a someone that she hoped was still here and not of the evil persuasion. She was answered but not the manor that she expected, the roar of motorcycles drew closer and in moments she blended in.

She became a navy, white, and black Yamaha Triumph, true it was an older model than was currently driving past her, but she liked the style. And so, there she was. A rider less bike with no idea which way to turn. Finally in an act of indecisiveness she followed the pack of bike on the high way, they would lead her somewhere, and the Autobots were bound to be around here somewhere. Then she heard something even eerier than that of the message that brought her to Earth. A Decepticon transmission , and more specially the location of an attack. If she moved quickly she would be able to prevent them from harming those who didn't deserve it.

"Decepticons on path to Los Angeles, planning to intercept in one mile. Requesting any assistance available." She hoped that someone would pick it up and come to help her. She knew she wasn't going to be much of a force, but she had to try.

She raced towards them as quickly as her new wheels would allow her without attracting too much attention from the humans around her. She launched herself into the air, going back to her robotic form. Canons firing as she landed, hitting the Decepticon now racing towards her. She was a lot smaller, but she more than made up for it in speed. She raced around it, firing every chance she got, ever mindful of the humans underfoot. She got thrown back into an overpass, nearly crashing through it completely. She shook herself out, grumbling as she got to her feet.

"Little slag, stay down!"

And that was it, he called her short, which were the magic words. She replaced her regular canons with ones that looked much to big for her, and fired. The Decepticon flew backwards until he hit the pavement with a rattling bang. She continued to fire at him, pausing only when he managed to land a hit on her. And due to her already poor state of repair she didn't notice how badly she was wounded. She fired once more causing the robot to explode, the shock wave knocking her back. She knew someone would see that, and that she had only moments to decide her next course of action. She could stay in her robot form and be taken down by the humans, or risk losing her only chance to find the Autobots by returning to her newest alt-form. She didn't have time to decide, her balance was shot…and she toppled over. Making yet another crater in the pavement. She laid there in a daze, her systems running hot but slowing down.

The last thing her optic sensors picked up was a large shadow covering her, she could hear a voice but didn't understand it. Everything was going blank, then she was back in her own mind.

Optimus Prime was surrounded by his fellow Autobots, they were talking about the more recent Decepticon attacks. It wasn't like they didn't expect to be attacked, but now more and more time was passing between them. He could tell that his weapons specialist, Ironhide was growing restless. Ratchet was occupied running system checks on all of them, the youngest, Bumblebee, especially. The little bot had lost his legs in the battle with Megatron and the other Decepticons. But thanks to their medic he got them back. However the battle wasn't without loss, Jazz had been ripped apart. Time had been passing quickly for them, each of them taking comfort in the others.

Ironhide glanced around at the others, his optics picking up their small movements. Bumblebee was, once again, being scolded by the CMO for using his vocal processors. The minibot was lucky to have it back and really shouldn't be using it as much as he was.

Can you really blame him, Ratchet? asked the weapons specialist through text. To which he got a very stern glare. It was unwise to get on Ratchet's bad side. He had been known to throw various tools and/or tinker with programs to get back at those who annoyed him.

"Ratchet, that's enough. Bumblebee will let you know if anything isn't right," said their leader, fixing his optics on the youngest. Bumblebee was a brave soldier, but very naïve when it came to his own form. He owed he medic a lot.

To make sure the medic understood and please said medic, Bumblebee used his radio to convey his sincerity, "I promise you, every word I say is true."

Ratchet smiled at the young bot before giving him a gentle pat on the back, he was happy for him, he really was, but if he wasn't careful he could lose his voice again. Ratchet's optics went wide, along with everyone else's, a transmission, and friendly by the sounds of it.

"Optimus?" asked the senior members, Ironhide and Ratchet both ready for a little 'con kicking. Bumblebee looked very expectant, they all waited for their leader to decide the next course of action. They didn't have to wait long.

"We will be investigate, we'll keep you in radio contact."

"Why must I stay behind, it would be simpler for me to do recon," asked Bumblebee over their links. And in moments the older bots had him surrounded.

Optimus was the first to speak, his voice loud and commanding, "You are not yet ready to return to action. You are going to wait for us here."

Neither Ironhide or Ratchet had anything to add, if they did it would just undermine Optimus' control. They looked at him, resolve clearly on his faceplate even if it didn't really express emotion. Bumblebee bowed his head in submission, he knew better than to question Prime.

Optimus turned his back on the little bot and shifted to his alt-form, and taking the cue, so did Ratchet and Ironhide. They drove away leaving Bumblebee to his own devices. The minibot watched them go, waiting until they where far enough away before going to his alt-form and following after them. Sure Prime would be angry, but they might need him. As the four Autobots drove towards the origin of the signal they could feel small impact tremors. They all came skidding to stop, something, or someone, had just exploded. The group started up again, moving at speeds that their alt-forms shouldn't.

In minutes they where at the battle sight and shifting out of their alt-forms. Ironhide investigated the fallen Decepticon, motioning for Optimus to join him; while Ratchet, being the medic that he was, knelt down next to the other. It was clear that she was online, but fading quickly.

"Primus, it's a femme," said the medic in a whisper as he gently touched her battered armor. "Optimus!" he called.

The large bot knelt down to the CMO and looked at the femme, his optics taking in everything. He looked at his medical officer, "What needs to be done, Ratchet?" he asked, the other Autobots joining them. Ironhide looked a little upset that the femme had gotten more action than he did, but he also looked pained. Bumblebee looked confused at the sight of the femme, he didn't remember many femmes.

Ratchet did a quick scan of the femmes systems, most of them seemed to be down, and those that weren't were going to be. Her spark was fighting a losing battle and needed help if she was going to survive. He lifted her into his arms, "We need to get back to the hanger, I don't know how long she'll last." He turned and began running as quickly as he could without damaging the small femme in his arms.

"I'll talk with you later, Bumblebee," Optimus stated before following after Ratchet. Ironhide gave the young bot a look of sympathy before shifting to his alt-form and driving away. Bumblebee shifted into his alt-form of a yellow and black camero and headed towards the hanger.

Song(s) used by Bumblebee: This I Promise You by N'sync