Transformers 1. Chapter 1

**This story is based off of Autobot-Fangirls0203's story _Their Angel _with my own twist. And if you are reading this, I hope you approve of it and hope you do not mind me using your idea a bit. Anyway Transformers is not owned by me only my OC's through out the story. Now that that's over, onwards with the story!**

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Cybertron, home of the Transformers of all kinds. From the Cybertronians to the Pretrorabbit, all born from the Allspark and Primus. Now it was in the middle of it's the Golden Age. And just outside the outer walls of Praxaus a small Cybercat slunk through the alleys.

It was much smaller than a normal Cybercat though it was in its adult frame. Said frame had several scratches and dents showing its hard life. It's yellow optics were dim in the night as it tried to find shelter and fuel for the night. Finding a small hole in a large unit the cat gave a pitiful mew and limped through its tail dragging along the ground without so much as a sound.

It was a large temple of some sort as the cat could tell. But it did not truly understand much of it nor the writing being a Transformer with survival on its processor along with its emotions. But what it did understand that it would be safe here and perhaps would be able to find fuel later after a stasis nap. In the center of the temple was a large cube. Bigger than anything else besides the planet itself and very few Transformers such as Omega Supreme and Metroplex. The Cybertronian language both old and new was scrawled over every inch of it. The Cybercat could also since a strange aura around it. Powerful, and...Motherly.

Perhaps this is what drew the cat closer, or the idea of taking shelter underneath it for refuge in case enemies try to attack and steal her refuge. But it is unknown exactly but limping over to were it was directly underneath it the Cybercat curled up into a pitiful ball and fell into much needed recharge as a small blue spark of the cubes aura jumped from it to the cats chassis. Then came a brilliant blue flash, then as it was over...the Cybercat was gone...

**Cybercat's P.O.V.**

As my systems came online I knew something was wrong, well, perhaps not _wrong _just, not normal. I could think, I had sentience, I was almost...Cybertronian...But that's illogical, I can still feel my tail and I was still laying down on my belly with my four paw/servos tucked underneath me. I was still very much a Cybercat.

_Then why do I feel so...different now? _I thought to myself as I opened my optics. I was quiet startled to say the least when I onlined my optics and found myself deeper into the city than I was before. And I was no longer in that temple unit with the large cube structure.

Allspark

The name raced into my processor along with other bits of knowledge that any Cybertronian may know if you asked them. Yet I drank in it all, taking in as much of the data I could at once. After all I am a Cybercat, we are rather known for being curious. Though it may kill us...

Seeing a piece of shattered metal that was still reflective I turned my helm as I unfurled myself in a stretch. And it was quite shocking to say the least on what my optics met with.

My reflection...yet...not...

I was no longer scuffed and a dull grey color. Instead I was a deep black from tail tip to audio. Cept' my paw/servos were white as white can be along with glistening sliver claws and my muzzle was white as well. But what startled me the most was my optic color, instead of the usual yellow,green,or even red they were blue with a white circle in the centers of them. My size hadn't changed though, **(Human size standards says she's about the size of a Harley motorcycle.) **Pity.

_Ok, what exactly happened the frag to me!? _Was my next thought as I continued to stare at my reflection was awe and a bit of fear. Hearing yelling further down the alley I saw an over energized mech come stumbling my way stringing slurred curses together with an empty cube that I have no doubt use to have high grade in it. Remembering past experiences similar to this in my memory files I fled the alley and into the busy streets.

Breems later, I had been nearly stepped on, screamed at, and even been kicked hard enough for me to get a huge dent below my spark chamber. Grime from the allies and such coated my chassis making me slightly moody. I liked to be clean thank you very much! But apparently Primus was against what I wanted at the moment. And in my processor I was very much cursing him,allies,the city, and pretty much everything else around me.

Without looking were I was going I suddenly crashed into a white and silver Cybertronian. Turning his black helm towards me I saw a blue visor covered his optics and that he was very good looking for his kind. At first he didn't see me till finally he looked down.

_Scrap! _I yelled in my mind and braced myself to be kicked or something like that. _I just hope he'll be quick and semi-painless about it._

Instead his visor brightened and a small smile graced his lips as he turned fully around and knelt down to get a good look at me.

"Well nah, Wah's a pretty thang like ya doin' out on tha streets? It ain't a place for a femme." He spoke kindly with a strange accent. Glance at his back I saw a lack of doorwings-meaning he's not from here- and a large number 4 painted on his chest. Reaching out with a slightly clawed servo, no doubt to pet me, I was in no mood for someone to be touching me while I looked so horrid and helpless I gave a warning hiss and my back armor spiked up in warning. The mech jerked his servo back and held both up as a show he would not harm me.

"Easy naw lil'lady! I ain't gonna harm ya. Gainst mah code as ah mech ta harm a femme." He spoke trying to clam me down. His soothing tone managed to do its purpose a bit causing me to allow my armor to settle down a bit and my hissing softened. But I was still in a defensive stance.

Taking my quietness as a sign to get closer the visored mech crept closer and began to scratch me behind the audios. I ducked away from the touch at first but with the mechs persistence I melted into his touch and gave a gentle purr. While he did that his other servo traced my body causing him to find the deep dent below the spark chamber. I flinched and gave a pitiful mew in pain. Startled he looked me over more till he was satisfied that no other injuries were present. He then gently picked me up causing me to yowl in alarm and try to scratch him. But he still held on, even when I drew a bit of energon when I caught one of his servos.

"Lil'lady, you and ah gonna first get ya presentable. Dhen, ah'm givin' ya a mission fer ya ta do fer me s'cool?"

_Pit YES! To be clean!...wait, that means...oh PIT NO! I ain't gettin' inta a bath! _I was protesting loudly in my mind. Don't get me wrong I like being clean. All Cybercats do, but there is own thing we all hate besides Petrohounds, and that's cleaning solvent. Once again I tried to get out of his grip before he entered a rental housing unit, but this mech had a grip of a robocroc's jaw on prey. As we entered his temporary home I was about to face my fate like all Cybercats would...like little pit-spawned glitches from the Unmaker with claws.

After much cursing, yowling,and splashes later I was finally clean and 4-as I called the visored mech- undented my armor and got a shiny new collar on me with a fun little bow on it. After scolding me about trying to shred the bow with my claws I pouted in my mind as he picked me up again. I hissed again at him, still not forgiving him for putting me in a bath. 4 gave a nervous laugh and his servos flinched as they held me with still healing cuts on them still visible. He then left his unit and walked deeper into the city.

It was almost a cycle later when we or should I say he walked up to a large housing unit. Instead of going up to the door and knock like a normal Cybertronian 4 hacked the door and waltzed right into the house. I huffed at his actions, so rude! I better not be his pet by the end of the solar cycle, I would offline him first!

"Jazz...What are you doing here in my unit?" Came a cool and dominant male voice from somewhere above us. Both 4-who I now know is Jazz- and I looked up to see on a balcony over looking the main room stoically stood a black and white mech. From the symbols on him I knew he was a Enforcer. With his red chevron and doorwings I knew that Praxaus was his home city. His light blue optics watched us with a calculating and slightly annoyed look. But all in all, he was not bad looking in my book.

Jazz gave a sly smirk and then held me out triumphantly for the Enforcer to see me.

"Ah got yah somethin' Prowler! Thought ya could use a femme like her in ya life!" I gave another hiss and tried to swipe at him from my place in mid air. He was so rude! Not only to me, but to this new mech. He was asking to be offlined! I just now it!

"My designation is not 'Prowler' it's Prowl."

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**And that's it for now folks! R&amp;R and place your input where ya want it. Don't worry, Inventors Twin and my other fanfic will continue soon, I just don't have the time or energy for it now. I only wrote this today was a) for your guys opinion on it. And b) so you don't feel left out on what to read next since I stopped right before some important episodes in IT. Till my next chance for writing this is Shimmer Mane signing off...**

**-Till all are one-**


	2. Chapter 2

**Hey femmes and mechs I'm back! And I come with a new chapter as well, hope you like! Disclaimer was in the first chapter. Anyway, onwards with the story!**

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I simply hung in the air as Prowl and Jazz stared at each other, one looked annoyed while the other didn't lose his smirk and lazy appearance. I REALLY wanted down from here and I REALLY wanted to claw at Jazz's face.

"I work constantly and not home very often, it's very illogical for me to have a pet." Prowl spoke to Jazz as he looked at me for the first time. And I swear he looked very annoyed and even a bit bored.

Gee I feel so welcome here. I thought as Jazz gave a exasperated sigh,

"Look here Prowler." Prowl scowled at the name."I risked mah armor washin the femme fer yah so she'd be all prettied up fer yah. Besides yah need SOME type of company when yah ar here besides yer reports." Jazz then strokes my helm as he repositions me in his grip. Covertly I sank my claws into his armor while I gave an innocent look as he gave a small hiss in pain and looked down at me. "Besides, ah don' think she like meh. Soo, LATAH!" He then pretty much launches me at Prowl and raced out of the unit with a laugh while me and Prowl just stared at each other then I yowled in frustration and I begin to plan how much pain Jazz is going to be in much later. And Prowl seemed to be doing the same thing...

Stare

Blink

Stare

That's pretty much what I and the bot Prowl did as Jazz had fled after launching me at Prowl until I landed gracefully on my pede's and then curled my tail over them as I stood erect with my spinal strut straight as a metal beam.

My optics never left his as he held a blank yet stoic expression while I could almost see the different scenarios flash across his optics. The only movement I made was tilt my helm to the side and gave a soft mew. I wasn't trying to act all kitten or anything. (I was just out of those vorns thank you very much.) just to make him decide to keep me. I could care less if I was to become a pet or a stray again. But...something in my spark wanted me to stay by this mechs side.

Finally, after what felt like a vorn of staring the black and white door winger vented in defeat his wings sagging from the tension release and gently picked me up and held me close to his spark. I mewled in protest at first, still not use to being held at all and tried to squirm out of his hold. When that failed I thought about carefully clawing my way out when with one white servo he began to stroke along my spinal strut. Jolting at first at the contact I tensed up then slowly I melted at the feeling and let out a gentle purr. My optics were bright as they showed that I was enjoying this action I saw Prowl give a tight yet warm smile as he looked down at me.

"Perhaps having a companion in my unit wouldn't be as bad as I calculated. All I just have to make certain of is that Smokescreen doesn't gamble you off while 'out on the town'." I simply mewled in response and rubbed my helm against his one servo in front of me wanting to be petted some more. Still smiling Prowl complied to my wish making me purr a little bit louder until I noticed the look of deep thought that was on his face. I then tilted my helm and flicked my audios curiously.

"You need a designation." It was a blunt statement but it was true. I had no designation and I had no need for one before since I had been a creature of instinct, but as a 'pet' and being aware as I am I need to be called something besides Cybercat. It was also a social must. "But I cannot think of a proper and logical one at the moment. I'll need sometime to think of one." I simply continued to purr as he began to scratch in between my audios. He then walked me further into the unit as a type of tour. Perhaps having a 'master' won't be so bad after all...

Prowl's P.O.V

Later into the lunar cycle I was doing reports for the Enforcers and on the side I glanced off and on at a data pad that Jazz had somehow snuck to me after he had fled leaving me with a Cybercat barely older than a kitten that had all the needed data on Cybercat care and even a few names. Jazz had even highlighted some of them that he approved of, though none of them clicked in my processor on what suited the cat. Seems that I may have to think of one on my own.

Meow

A sudden weight added onto my lab nearly made me drop my data pad and lauch myself from the chair when I looked down to see my new pet sitting in my lab with what appears to be an annoyed look on its muzzle. Thinking that logically she wanted to be petted again I placed my free servo on her helm to begin to stroke her while I worked when she actually hiss at me for the first time since she got here. Startled I yanked back my servo with a shocked and slightly hurt look as she continued to stare at me.

Seeming slightly satisfied that she had my attention she jumped onto my desk and laid down on top of a data pad that I was writing a report on. Annoyed and a bit mad by this action I reached for the pad only for her to swipe and hiss at me some more. She then curled up on the pad and stuttered her optics like she was trying to fall into recharge.

Confused I checked my eternal chronometer I noticed it was early into the next cycle. I only had a few grooms until I had to clock in at work. Slightly embarrassed it took my my new cat to sit on my report to notice the time I carefully picked her up in my arms and held her close to my spark, thankfully she made no hostile movements now. And as I got up I walked while still holding her to my berth room, since I had yet to buy her own berth I gently placed her down on mine and laid down next to her. Purring in what I believe is satisfaction she then leapt onto my chest and curled up just above my spark. She had one audio close to the plating as if she was trying to hear my spark beat. As my Cybercat fell into recharge I smiled and gently stroked her helm.

"Thank you. I should have realized that only you should be online during the twilight groons." I then began to activate my own recharge protocols when it hit me. Twilight, that clicked for a name and it suited her well.

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**Tada! She gets a name! Hope you like this chapter and I will work on the next one as soon as possible. Don't forget to R&amp;R and such till then this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**

**-till all are one-**


	3. Chapter 3

**Hey everybot it's me with the newest update in Twilight's Enforcer with a continuation of the story. Disclaimer is on the first chapter anyway onwards with the story.**

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**Twilight's P.O.V.**

I finally got a name, Twilight. I was now the official pet of Enforcer Prowl of the Praxaus division. Though I did not see much of him at times cause his job could be quiet demanding I did not mind. I was no longer a kitten so I could care for myself. All he needed to do was leave some fresh energon and the window open so I could travel throughout the city. Though he had gotten me a collar, it hurt my pride a bit but it was beautiful. The collar was built with golden metals and wires with a single blueish crystal dangling from it that made a jingling sound as I walked. And whenever he was here I would make sure he got some proper recharge and wouldn't make himself glitch.

Yes I have actually seen my 'master' glitch, and I don't know why people think it's funny. I worry what'll happen if he falls on his wings or his face while he's standing? And those who use it to their advantage are very lucky that I am unable to find them and show them the business end of my claws. So I've began to be able to read the signs pretty well when he's about to glitch so I do what any Cybercat does to gain their owners attention, be needy. So far it's worked very well, score one to me!

I also met Smokescreen, Prowls older brother. Though by how they act I swear Prowl was created first. I don't actually really like him, he's nice and all but the first time he met me he tried to buy me off Prowl so he could use me as a good luck charm in his games. He's very much a gambler and strangely enough he's a bots doctor. Instead of physical damages he's the one to talk to about emotional and mental problems. Though it's another reason I'm glad I'm a cat instead of a bot. I don't want someone in my helm like he knows everything.

So all in all life has been good.

Over the next few days I noticed than Prowl is coming home more often than usual and he has this haunted look on his face. I try to gain his attention but all he does is stare blankly at something seemingly unaware of all that's around him. When he does snap out of it he then grabs onto me and holds me close for groons at a time, even falling into recharge with me in his grasp. Only when he wakes up early in the morning with the sun shining does he put me down to go back to work with a stoic and determined look on his face.

Finally after the third cycle in a row that this has happened I decided to put my pede down on this. I knew I couldn't stop him from going to work, I was much too small for that, but I could be with him AT work. Then I could find out what in the name of Primus was making my 'owner' act like this.

It wasn't very hard to do actually. You see Prowl often writes so many reports that he can't fit all of them into his subspace along with his other work related items or been some of his personal stuff as well. Meaning he has something like a basket that he uses for other items he needs to carry. And that was my ticket outta here and to Prowl's work.

We started the morning like we did the last two cycles. He would place me on the ground and give me my morning energon then he'd sit down while holding his cube and stare at it for breems without touching it until his tank rumbled and he hesitantly sipped it until his tanks stopped rumbling. As I licked the last of the energon off my muzzle I once again tried to gain his attention only for it too fall on deaf audios. Huffing in annoyance I stalked off with my tail and oldfactory sensor high. Once I knew I was out of his sensor range I bounded over to his basket of reports and very gently snuck myself into it as close to the bottom as I could making sure not even my tail was poking out. Not long after I felt somebot pick up the basket and as it swayed I knew Prowl was heading to work. He hadn't even noticed my extra weight in it.

Twilight: 1 overworked Prowl: o

Now came for the fun part of the plan, waiting for him to get to work. Yay...sarcasm.

5 groons, that's how long it took Prowl to get to the Enforcers office. That's how long I had to wait for him to place the basket down for me to even try to get out of it without him noticing me. When he finally set it down I took notice to all the sound that I could hear coming from outside the basket. Choosing to take a risk I slowly raised my helm to the edge of the basket to take a peek of the outside world.

It was not quite what I had been expecting to say the least, mechs and femmes of all frame size rushed around some holding colorful data pads for reports, while others seemed to be off in thought. Every single one of them were painted black and white, a sign they are Enforcers. Some had different symbols while others had none at all, must be a ranking sort of thing. Looking up the best I could I saw Prowl sitting at a large desk littered with data pads and a holonet computer sitting at the center. But what interested me most was across from his desk was another one just like it. And this one had a mech sitting there.

"Good joor Prowl, found any new leads on the case?" The mech asked in a friendly manner. Though it didn't seem to match up with his frame built. He was very heavy built and had sharp denta and bright red optics. My guess is that he is from Kaon.

Prowl vented and slumped a little on his desk before he replied. "Nothing yet Barricade. But how a mass murder can kill so many bots and vanish in the same cycle is illogical." Barricade said nothing only got up from his desk and placed a servo on Prowl's shoulder joint as if to comfort him. "We'll find him Prowl don't worry. He can't hide forever from us. Just don't make yourself glitch when trying to solve this case." Prowl looked at Barricade with an unreadable look before he went to his computer and began to search for something.

"Last time he killed it was a youngling. A YOUNGLING Barricade, his victims are getting younger. We have to stop him before he gets to the sparkling stage of his murders. And if I glitch a few times while doing so then so be it." I was shocked at Prowl's words, somebot had killed a KITTEN?! Why in the name of the Allspark would a mech do that? Kittens are highly valued to Cybercats like myself, especially since I use to be an alley. I held back a growl as I vowed to find a way to help Prowl to catch this sick mech.

Barricade seemed to give up on trying to get Prowl to relax a bit and walked back towards his desk. "Whatever you say partner, but if you begin to glitch every time you get up for energon I'm dragging you home by your doorwings and make sure your off the case until some Primus blessed reason is in your Processors." Prowl, oddly enough gave a smile at the threat that his partner made and went back to work.

Seeing my chance to escape this accursed basket I gently put one pede out onto the floor. Giving a quick glance at Prowl and Barricade I saw them busy with their work, I then shot out as quickly and quietly as I could until I rounded the corner of the office. Giving a quick glance back to check to see if they saw me I didn't notice a femme had stopped and looked at me with pretty violet optics.

"Oh my Primus what an adorable creature!" A lovely voice made me jump in place and two slender servos wrapped around my frame and with a sudden yank I found myself brought up to a femme's face as she cooed at me like I was a kitten. "What's an adorable and elegant creature like you doing here? You should be at home playing with a ball of wire like a kitten should." I swear my left optic was twitching as she rubbed my armor the wrong way and cuddled too close to me. I was trying to hiss or warning claw at her but her constant smothering was making it hard to do anything but suffer through it.

_I'm NOT a kitten frag it! I'm just small_! I was thinking in my processor. I SO wanted to claw her, but sadly it seems her smothering is a good way to paralyze bot cause I can't Fraggin move!

"Siren! Your breaks over, get your aft back to medical to run scans on that offline frame!" A male voice boomed down the hallway. The femme holding me-I assume its Siren- gave a small salute towards the voice and while still holding me walked down a different hallway. I tried to get away but she has a very firm grip for such a frail looking femme.

_Why Primus?WHY?! I was such a good Cybercat! What did I do to deserve this?!_

Finally we arrived at a strange looking medbay were an very small offline frame was laid out on a berth. I tried not to look at it. It's injuries so gruesome that I felt the urge to purge. And this was a KITTEN! Whoever did this was going to rot in the deepest part of the pit, without his optics when I get through with him.

Siren plopped me down on a berth not far from the mangled frame. "Now, I gotta work now ok sweetie? When I'm done we'll see where you came from and get your owner down here. If not, I'll just keep you for myself. Don't worry I'll be a good owner, I'll feed you sweetened energon and give you a bath daily so your armor sparkles every day! Won't that be nice?" She cooed at me again and rubbed my helm plating the wrong way and too hard again. I gave a warning growl and hiss which seemed to be unheeded by her and she gave a small squeal and did it again. Finally she left me alone and began to scan the body.

After a few breems almost a groon Siren gave a small defeated vent and looked at me. "Still nothing, how can a mech hide any clue he might have left on such a young frame? It's impossible since youngling frames bend and make imprints so easily?" She then picked me up to quickly and improperly again and brought me close to her chassis.

I was about to hiss at her when my sensors began to ping at me. Giving a tentative sniff a foul odor hit my oldfactory sensors causing me to hiss and try to squirm out of the annoying femme's grip. Taking notice of my actions she actually tightened her grip and placed me on the same berth as the frame which the scent was coming from. "What's the matter sweetspark? Do you need at bath?" That's it! She has smothered me, ignored my warnings, called me a kitten, and she wants to give me a BATH?! I'm at my limit!

Giving an angry hiss I clawed her servos till she finally yanked back then I streaked back to were I last saw Prowl as that pit spawned femme raced after me.

Seeing that he was still there I ran at full speed and launched myself into his lab causing him to almost fall out of his chair as he jumped. Barricade looked up from his work startled while I pressed myself into Prowl's chest plates and hissed at the on coming femme.

"Thank...Primus...you...caught...him..." Siren panted while venting for more air. I gave an angry yowl making them all flinch at the volume. She thinks I'm a MECH?! That's IT! If she tries to hold me one more time after all this I will show no mercy!

Prowl gave Siren an annoyed glare and after I stopped yowling my fury he spoke. "HER name is Twilight and she is MY Cybercat. How did you end up with her anyway?"

Both Barricade and Siren looked at us in shock until the mech actually chuckled and shook his head. Siren shook her head also but in disbelief but soon she began to babble.

"I was on my way back to work when I saw her in the halls. She's so cute and adorable, and she loved my attention so I took her to medical with me. When I snuggled with her some more after I scanned the body she began to hiss and try to squirm out of my hold. When I set her down on the same berth as the body and asked his she wanted a bath she went crazy and attacked me." She tried to reach out to pet me again but I had enough of her 'attention' and gave a a growl and bared my denta at her. I'm usually not much for biting but she doesn't seem to understand that clawing means to GO AWAY!

Prowl looked at me with calm but still annoyed optics. No doubt I look like a mess, her petting me the wrong way made my plating to stick out at odd angles making me uncomfortable and even more snappish, my optics were dim from anger and annoyance, and with my claws and denta out I no doubt looked like I was an alley again. Not to mention I smelled AWEFUL now, thanks to being too close to the body.

Giving an exasperated vent he placed a servo along my spinal strut and began to stroke me the right way smoothing down my armor plating to a more comfortable position. I retracted my claws and stopped baring my denta and began to purr as he did everything right. Prowl gave me a warm smile and looked back at Siren who just stared at him with shock and awe. His smile faded and he looked rather annoyed.

"For one, you were petting her the wrong way making her armor to stick out like that and that made her uncomfortable. Two, I can tell you were holding her wrong since you picked her up messing with her armor more. Three, she probably didn't like the smell of offline frames. And four, NEVER give a Cybercat a bath, they HATE it." Siren then slumped down in defeat and shame while Barricade was chortling in laughter at Prowl's small lecture. I stared at him with shock. Never in my life cycle would I ever have thought PROWL would give a lecture to ANYONE on Cybercat care. Probably a good thing I don't glitch easily.

I gave a sudden jolt when his servo hit something rather sticky and painful that had become stuck on one of my platings at an unknown time when I fled. Prowl's face scrunched up as he lifted his servo to examine the substance. It was blackish with a greenish tint and a soft hissing could be heard. As he wiped it off his servo looked good as new, as if nothing had caused his to gain the same scars that were on his other servos from being an Enforcer all his life. All of us looked at his clean servo in wonder. He then looked at Siren with his usual stoic face.

"Was this on her when you found her?" Siren shook her helm and looked bewildered. "No and it was after I had placed her on the same berth as the body. And that means..."

"It was on the body." Barricade finished and both of them raced back the way I came. Prowl took a cleaning cloth out of his subspace and wiped the rest of the substance from me and as I purred he gave a genuine smile and held me close to his spark as he walked after the duo.

"You knew something was off about the body didn't you Twilight? You just didn't know what. You may have given us the clue we needed to solve this case. Thank you Twilight, you are a soft spark and a gift from Primus." I gave a soft mew and snuggled closer to his chassis so I could hear his spark beat. It was so soothing and calm, like a gentle drum. I soon fell into a light recharge with as close to a smile I could have on my muzzle. I was a help after all, and I found out just how much Prowl cared for me. Today had been a good day...

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**That's it for this chapter sorry folks! Well, you all know what to do and I swear all publish the next chapter soon. Till then this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**

**-Till all are one-**


	4. Chapter 4

**Hey everybot it's me with the latest update of this story. Now I now a bunch you are wondering when the Lambo twins- the bane of Prowl's existence- would be introduced and how, well you don't have to wonder no more!~ that's right the infamous Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are making their entrance this chapter. Hope you like it! Story time now!~**

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Much time has passed since that cycle at Prowl's work. The case actually been solved while I was recharging in a crook in Prowl's desk. Prowl would on occasion take me to work with him now, mostly because his coworkers have grown quite attached to me from when I would sneak there with Prowl if he overworked himself on a case. (Really, he hasn't figured out about the basket. How can he not figure it out?) And I soon came to care deeply for Barricade like I would a litter mate.

But this cycle? I was extremely excited at the moment for whats happening. As of right now, Prowl was holding me in his arms while my leash was hanging loosely from my collar to his wrist. We were on a shuttle headed towards Kaon-were Prowl would be stationed for a more servos on experience- with several other mechs and femmes. A few of them stared at me with curiosity, normally pets like myself were put into carrier cases and placed with the luggage for transport. But Prowl wouldn't hear any of it, saying that as a living being I should be placed with other living beings.

You wanna hear something about my Prowl that you would never expect from him? He's very possessive, especially of me. It took him what felt like decacycles just to let Cade hold me. He even growled like a cyberwolf at a breeder who tried to examine me for my 'breeding quality'. So it didn't surprise me when he "argued" with the pilot about letting me stay with him. After a few groons the pilot finally conceded as long as my leash was on the entire time. Prowl seemed very pleased with himself after that and I was giving a small laugh in my helm when I saw a very smug look on his face after that.

"Kitty!" a very youthful voice squealed near me. Both me and Prowl tensed up when I was a seekerlet race up to us and I was yanked away from my spot in Prowl's arms and improperly held by the small kitten. I gave a small warning hiss and growl as he held me too tight. It was a little hard keeping my instincts from having me claw the kitten for his actions but I managed. He even tried to walk away with me if my leash hadn't stopped him. I tried not to gag as my throat cables were lurched back. I swear the kitten would have tried again if Prowl hadn't carefully reclaimed me and the kitten's older sibling came to both calm him down and scold him.

"I apologize for Skywarp, he may be ready for his nex frame physically but processor wise he still seems like a sparkling." The older blue painted kitten stated as he bowed his helm in a show of apologies. Prowl gave a curt nod and checked me over for inuries as the two litter mates left. Satisfied that there was none we settled back down in our seats on the shuttle and after a few breens I decied to take a stasis nap.

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The rest of the ride went without a hitch and we arrived in Kaon. At first I was excited to leave Praxus for the first time since I became Prowls pet. But after seeing this city for a joor? I want to go back. Kaon, in the nicest word that I can discribe is: Aweful. The streets were trashed and soiled with a couple of Pleasurebots on almost every corner. I swear on the Allspark that a couple of them looked at ME with their lustful optics. Ewh!,j-just EWH! We finally got to the Enforcers office-after passing it several times, just when I thought that not everything in this city would look like a piece of slag- I swear washracks on a subshuttle were in better shape, probablly smelled better too. 'Cade didn't seem to mind, then again this was his home city. So he probablly wasn't as bothered as my Prowl-who at the moment, was refusing to set me on the ground that wasn't the floor of his temporary housing unit, that we haven't even seen yet.-Who I believe was beginning to wish he took the security job at Six Lasers instead. When a call came in. Sure, Kaon had Enforcers like every other city, but crime ruled it more than anything. Making calls and cases very rare and very dangerous.

Prowl and 'Cade were the first to respond to the call. Still snuggled into his one arm they raced to the scene,-wonder if they remembered that I was still here?-I was clueless as usual. Stupid 'no comm's on pets' rule. So I simply humg onto my 'masters' armor with my claws. They were running behind a strange looking building, kinda like an stadium of somekind when we came to were the call was coming from. Lets just say it was NOT what I expeceted to see.

Five strange and heavily armed mechs were ruthlessly attacking two mechs, one red the other yellow. Setting me on hs shoulder Prowl pulled out his pistol with 'Cade following suit with his standard blaster. Creeping out from behind his helm I gave a loud hiss causing all the battleing mechs to look up and freeze when they saw Enforcers pointing their weapons at them.

"You will cease any violence here and move on or we'll have no choice to use force and bring you into custody you slaggers." 'Cade spoke in an cool and authoritive voive. Prowl said nothing, only gave a stiff nod and I'm pretty sure tht different scenarios from his battle computer flickered over and over in his processor. At first the mechs did nothing and then in barely a click they turned on us and began attacking again.

Soon Prowl and Cade found themselves back to back with the red and yellow mechs in combat. Honestly the fight was oo fast and too close for me to follow, what? It was mostly just blasters,punches,snarls, and at one point, swords. I soon tensed up when I saw the lead mech of the enemy aimed his canon at me, or rather Prowl's helm that I was blocking from view. Feeling a strong wave of protectiveness for him I gave a yowl in anger and defiance and launched myself at the threatening mech with claws out. Landing neatly on his faceplates he began yowling like a rabid petrohound and was trying to claw and bat me off, leaving several dents and cuts in my armor. He even managed to leave a nice long gash along my left flank, but I had a too stubborn hold of him to let go.

There was a sudden blast that made my audios ring at the closeness of it and suddenly the mech I was latched onto began falling forwards. A pair of strong yet ruff servos gabbed me and yanked me back-sadly it was fast and hard enough to rip out a couple of my claws- before I was squashed by the now lifeless frame. Looking up I saw the red mech was holding me while the yellow ones canon was still smoking and whirling. Not long after that the other mechs either fled or were subdued. The mech was still holding me when he turned to Prowl whose doorwings were twitching angerly at seening me this injured. Red then gave a goofy smile and spoke with a cocky sounding voice.

"Is this little guy yours? If not can I keep him?" Prowl didn't even dignified that with an answer. He simply snatched me back mindful of my injuries and held me close to his spark as he stoked my battered armor causeing me to give a lazy purr. Red then gave a chuckle until a loud clanging sound followed by a yelp made me flinch and look up at him. You know what I saw? Yellow had walked up behind him and smacked Red on the back of his helm with a very annoyed look on his face.

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**Well, thats it for this chapter. Don't worry it will continue in the next chapter. Can you guess who will show up next? Find out next time! Till then this is Shimmer Mane signing off for now.**

**-Till all are one-**


	5. Chapter 5

**Hey everybot I'm back! Second Chapter in one day! Yay! Alright disclaimer on the first chapter and whatnot also at the end of the story there will be a glossary for all foreign Transformer vocab and names for those of you in the beginnign Transfan stage. Now onwards with the story!**

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"Idiot" Scoffed Yellow while Red gave his litter mate, seeing as they look almost identical, a kicked turbopuppy look. Cade snorted in amusement while Prowl looked very ticked and annoyed. Even though I wasn't a telepath I knew Prowl was thinking that these two will be a pain in the aft in the near future in some way. And just by looking at those two in my opinion, he was going to be right.

"apologies officers my twin can be very...youngling like, I am Sunstreaker and THIS is my twin Sideswipe. Thank you for coming to our aid earlier." Sunstreaker bowed his head humbly. Sideswipe gaped in shock at his twin as he did so. My guess, Sunny-boy here doesn't do that very often, or at all. And I could certainly see how that could be true. I could almost smell the vanity and hotheadedness without so much as a small vent. After a sharp elbow to the midsection Sideswipe thanked them as well only at the end he began to grumble about his twin. Although I have very good hearing the only thing I could pick out clearly was "Aft-hole". And when I looked at Sides here, I could faintly see the same cockiness and vanity that I saw in his twin only it was muddled down a bit somehow. Perhaps by his...bubbly personality or was it sheer stupidness? Hard to tell.

As we all began to settle down I began to keen in pain as my injuries deiced to make themselves known to me and my pain receptors. This caused Prowl to look at me with worry. He began to stroke my helm soothingly in an effort to calm me down as he and Cade spoke to the two brightly colored twins on what happened and such. Both of them were in pretty bad shape compared to earlier though the twins were much worse. Sunny-boy had fallen into stasis not to long after talking causing Sides to hold him the best he could while grimacing through his own damages.

"Listen, as much as I enjoy hearing the sound of my lovely voice we all could use a medic. Luckily Sunny and I know the best on Cybertron. Just hope you can survive a few wrenches to the helm." Sideswipe chuckled at the last bit and with great effort he began to walk off in a direction leaving us-or rather Prowl and Cade- to put stasis cuffs on the unconscious mechs who were still online and called the Enforcers office for pick up of the mechs and soon followed the damaged mech. They offered to carry Sunstreaker for him but he refused over and over again. He was certainly devoted to his twin and litter mate I'll give him that. Not long after that we entered a semi large unit with medical symbols blazing on the front. Sides walked/limped/dragged himself and his twin in and called out in a very sing-song and cheery voice.

"Hatchet~"

And an answer came almost immediately after that.

"DON'T call me that you Fragger!"

Around that time also a neon green/yellow mech marched in with a rather large and heavy wrench in his servo. He looked about ready to chuck it at Sides until he saw the twins condition and then us. He then swore rather colorfully and then called in two mechs and a femme for assistance and shoved all of us onto separate berths, well shoved Prowl onto one since he had yet to set me down, and all four medics went to work.

The femme-Moonracer-as I learned worked on Prowl. Apparently she was the bright color medics-Ratchet was his name-sparkmate. And while her mate was very...ruff, she was very gentle in my 'masters' repairs and spoke in soothing tones to him as she finally managed to pry me out of his servos and placed me on a berth nearby as the blue medic Jolt I believe finished his repairs on Cade and began to work on me. Prowl watched warily to assure himself that I would be fine, then began to talk with the other bots. As he turned back to me and gave a soft genuine smile I felt my sparkrate speed up and my cooling fans turn on. Jolt looked at me curiously but soon went back to my repairs explaining my actions of that of a cybercat. I keened a bit when he finished the cut on my flank only to find a rather deep dent that was hidden underneath it. But otherwise I made no other sound or movement after that.

Seeing my repairs were done Prowl came over and gently picked me up from the berth with his servos and placed me on my favorite perch on his right shoulder. He then thanked Jolt for repairing me who nodded in gratitude. I gave a soft mew and rubbed my helm against the side of his neck were I could faintly feel his sparkbeat pulse across my face. I felt a bang of loneliness for both him and I as he gave a warm smile and stroked me halfheartedly as he talked. I wanted a mate as well as my own kits. It was a strong programming that I had originally been a simple creature without sentience that still lingered today. It mostly urged us to find a mate while we still were in our prime mating age. And that's why I felt that such longing for Prowl, he was such a kind and gentle sparked mech once you got to know him he was also very sweet as well. Not to mention he was very handsome once you overlooked his calculating gaze, he deserved to find a mate and kits of his own.

I suddenly gave a soft hiss at the thought of another femme with MY Prowl. Said mech looked at me strangely till he put a white servo on my helm behind my audios and rubbed my armor in a circular motion causing my hiss to become a loud purr. My sparkrate once again sped up causing my cooling fans to blow a little louder causing him to pause and look back at me again before allowing me to crawl down were his servos awaited for me as I curled close to his chest where I could hear and feel his sparkbeat much better. While I began to fall into a light recharge my processor began to work at the curiosity in my actions.

_Whats the matter with me? Is my spark becoming faulty? What is with these feelings and whats it got to do with Prowl?...Could it be?...No, not logical...I couldn't have a crush on him...Could I?..._

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**Done! Hoped you like it! Next Chapter will be up soon don't worry. Till then this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**

**-Till all are one-**


	6. Chapter 6

**Whoo! Third Chapter today! I'm on fire today! And no not really this time. I learned my lesson never to work on my fictions in Wheeljack's lab and so I'm hiding out in my room/closet in Prowl's quaters since neither he nor the twins would dare come in here. Like my Chapter said and its a truth in real life as well, my Gaurdian is very possessive and unless your me or Jazz since he goes wherever he pleases you go straight to the brig if he finds you have been in here. Anyway, now that I'm done rambling onwards with the story and the disclaimer is in the first chapter.**

After with what happened in Kaon I took note to how I interacted with Prowl and compared it to the other mechs and even other cybercats that I will on occasion when 'out on the town'. And if I am right on this then I really do have a crush on my Prowl. And in many ways I could understand how that came to be. I mean, he gave me my name and a home as well that like I said before, once you get to know him he would be a mate to die for. But it could never happen between the two of us, for one I'm pretty sure that its physically impossible and I don't think he would want his pet to become his mate.

Anyway after a few orns Prowl was rotated back to Praxus while 'Cade stayed behind claiming that he had business to take care of and that his superior wanted him to stay longer. I was just thanking Primus so much when we finally left the city and as soon as we got home I went straight to my own berth and purred loudly as I rubbed against it several times. If I were a Cybertronian I would be kissing the ground...or somebot else...urgh!Focus!

I could handle the gruesome cases and violence that I saw reguarlly there. My problem was with the Twins. Not long after we met them they began to pull nemerous pranks on us and would see if there was a reaction such as making Prowl glitch. When they pulled that one prank and saw him glitch their activites increased tenfold. Much to my displeasure, even I was a target sometimes just because it would be a good laugh for them and once I was even BAIT for a prank on Prowl. Though seeing the results I don't think that will ever happen again.

Luckily the medic Ratchet was a more...tolerable experience for me. He would personally fix Prowl when the twins had made my Prowl glitch and at times he would 'petsit' me since the Enforcers there didn't really seem to tolerate my presence much. I learned all kinds of things just by watching him or the others work and also sometimes he would just sit in his office and stroke my armor as he read a datapad. The thing I really couldn't stand about him was his nearly constant yelling. Not the words or who he was yelling at, it was the sheer volume that he could yell that would often make me flinch away or hiss.

Over the next few cycles we returned to our normal routine that we had made before the trip to Kaon. Though Jazz would visit more often since apparently he was in town for a gig in a local club and he would come over often to see Prowl and asked if he wanted to come with saying it would be a good way for the bot to 'cut loose' once and awhile. But everytime he would refuse saying that he would never drink high grade while he had me in the unit and that it would be a waste of his time while he still had work to do. Though I still haven't forgiven him for that first bath when we first met I have rown a bit attached to Jazz and sometimes I would even try to find a way to help him in geeting my 'owner' out for some relaxing time.

It took nearly a decacycle since our return to Praxus but I finally got Prowl to agree to spend some time with Jazz at a club so he could relax after spending at lot of time looking for an arsonist and robber.

It just took me hiding/breaking every datapad that I could find in the house as well biting his servo when he reached for one that he would hide from me. But hey it worked! I just hope he would have the credits to replace some of them. That one I tossed out the second floor window _did _look rather high end. Oh well, he should have listened to me sooner.

I was snoozing rather peacefully that night on my berth while he and Jazz went out when I heard the soft sound of a _click _that signalled the alarm being disconnected. I mentally frowned and I check my chronometer, Prowl and Jazz shouldn't be back this early, its only a joor since they left. Its only when my audios perked at the sound of an unfamiliar sparkbeat that I knew who it was and began to curse Primus for the luck he had given this lunarcycle.

"Pretty, pretty. So many pretties here. And what isn't pretty or I can't have beacuse its _too _pretty when become beautiful as it dances in the flames~**_HEHEHEHEHEHEEE"_**Came a rather deranged and creepy sounding mech voice from the main entrance room. I could smell my fear-scent as I slowly got up from my berth and crept up to the room where the disturbed voice was coming from. Trying to keep calm I peeked a look from the shadows at the intruder.

He was of course flamed colored from top to bottom. Though he had several real scorch marks and scars from setting things on fire that he could have easily removed himself but have the strangest feeling that he _likes _having them there. He was easily as big as Barricade but he had that aura around him that screamed INSANE BOT. Opening one of his claws a small blue flame licked at the didgits and left new scorch marks and burns. Again I have the feeling that he ENJOYED it.

"Such a pretty and beautiful thing you are~" He purred and he began to stroke the flame. "I can hear your pleads to ne set free so you can dance and sing under the moons. But I learned my lesson, You are MINE! I can never let you free cause you would bite me. And Firedrake can't have that can he?~_**heheheheheheheheee"**_So his name is Firedrake? Good to know. Now, WHAT THE FRAG SHOULD I DO?!

I stayed in the shadows semi frozen in fear until he sent the flame away. Even though I'm as smart as any Cybertronian that you would ever meet I still had the basic programming that every animal on Cybertron had. Which includes an instinctual fear of fire. I watched as Firedrake picked up serveral of Prowl's possessions and whatever he couldn't carry he drenched it in something that by the smell was a excellerant that would make it burn faster.

_Okay, I have to do something. Fire or no Fire this is Prowl's home as well as mine. And I will not let my den become a cindering pile on the ground! _Taking a deep vent I reorganised what I have seen him do since I spotted him trying to make a plan. I suddenly stiffened as I froze a memory file finding an advantage that I have. He was so deranged that he didn't seem to feel pain and also he didn't seem to notice the jingling of my collar that it made within every step I took. Which right now I am very glad he's crazy enough not to notice something that has bugging me since Jazz got me the stupid thing.

So with plan in place I gave a quick run at him and as my claws slid out I began to climb my way up him until I was right on his back not even bothering to be gentle as I clawed out wires and energon as well as coolant began to leak out in streams. Following my scents I picked up the certain tubes and wires that were enlaced throughout his entire frame that would summon his flames to his will. And with one long silver claw I reached for the tube full of excellerant and prayed to Primus that my plan would work. And jerked my claw back.

Suddenly the excellerant poured everywhere drenching the insane mech as well as myself. Great, more chance for me to become the first flaming cybercat that was gifted with the intelligence to know how much agony that she will be in. Of course Primus must've really hated me for some reason because while the mech had no idea he was covered in something that really make him his name you know what he does?

He tries to light a small flame.

It was so bright and pure agony that I gave a howl that could have come from the planet itself when it came out. I launched myself from the mech and raced around trying to get away from all that blue and red light that was all over my frame that sent my mind in a frenzy from the pain. Firedrake simply laughed and cackled in pain as he danced around. Fire began to show up all throughout the house but I cannot seem to focus on anything like that.

"What in the?...TWILIGHT!"I heard a familiar voice but I cannot take the pain anymore so I raced around and when I felt hands try to grap me I reacted like the animal I once was and attacked until something was poured on me. And it was a sweet,sweet,cold and wet, so blessingly wet. I began to shiver as my optics finally began to clear and the pain lessened. As my vision cleared I first felt relief then sheer horror.

It was Prowl, he had in his servo a cube that was still half filled with solvent and coolant. His servos were marred with bites and scratches that were leaking energon and he has a semi deep scratch along his cheek. Looking around I saw Jazz putting out fires and saw the still buring frame of Firedrake laying on the ground. Scanning I saw that the home was almost a skeleton of its former self and it would take alot of credits and time to repair it.

All in all, I failed my self given mission to protect my den and even caused damage to someone I cared about.

"Twilight?"Prowl asked and he reached towards me and I flinched away. I began to back away my fear just raidating off my frame. Prowl began to worry and tried to grap for me only for me to streak away like a comet towardsd the door. Jazz tried to stop me but I was too fast and not long after I was out the door and after that I lost track of were I was going, all I knew was that I had to run and get away from those I hurt until I either healed or I reedemed myself. The only thing that would have made me paused is if I had heard Prowl raceing off after me and as I vanished from view he shouted with pure worry and fear.

"**TWILIGHT!**"

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**Wow, how was that for climatic? Now I gotta go,Prowl wants me to gather everybots reports for him. I don't know when I'll get a chance to update again so until next time this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**

**-Till all are one-**


	7. Chapter 7

**Hey everyone its me! Sorry I haven't been able to post an update lately but I was dumb enough to help the Lambo Twins with a prank meaning my guardian put me in the brig with them. And I'm actually still in the since my sentence is almost over, Prowl let me have my laptop to write with. The Twins said hi by the way. Well, they said more than that but I'm not going to repeat what they said. Anyway disclaimer is on the first chapter. Now onwards with the story!**

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I was running. I do not know for how long or where I was going, but all I knew was that I had to flee from Prowl, our home, everything. My auto repairs had repaired my burns to the best it could do without the help of a medic. I didn't even notice when I ran into the Helix Gardens on the other side of the city until I nearly ran into a crystal tree.

_Well that's just Fraggin great, now I'm stuck here. _I growled at my thoughts but then gave a small vent and looked down sadly. _Not like I have a home to return to anyway when I was unable to protect my den and then I attacked someone I had feelings for. _Dragging my pedes/paws on the ground I stalked over to a tree and curled up into a pitiful ball and stuttered my optics and checked my systems.

_**Functionality: 100%**_

_**Damage: 22%**_

_**Processor Activity: Normal**_

_**Programs: Active and Functional**_

_**Beast Mode: Active**_

It was a standard scan results after the break in at my former home. But not long after my scan began a new thing popped up

_**Cybertronian mode: Locked**_

_What? I have a Cybertronian mode? _This was knew information to me. The new possibilities raced through my processor, I would be able to do so many more things than I could do now. Maybe even meet Prowl and talk to him face to face and even _talk _to him. And that thought made my spark race a bit for some reason and I wanted it to work so well. Slowly I began to load this new data as I tried to unlock the locked form.

_**Cybertronian Mode:Loading...Access Dined.**_

_Frag!I almost had it!_

Not yet. Wait my child, all will come when it's ready.

_B-but!...I-I want to be able to do so much more than what I can do now. I-I want to be able to TALK! I-I want..._

Calm yourself young one. I understand your plight, however only Jazz are going to be the only one to know who you truly are. He will help you learn...

"TWILIGHT! dhere ya are femme! Whatcha yah doin' 'ere..."

_**Cybertronian Mode:Activated**_

My vision offlined for a second and I felt my frame shift and change around me. I felt myself become taller as my front pede/paws became servos and I was able to stand on my back legs. Though when it was all over I fell on my aft-Hey! You try being four pawed all your life cycle and suddenly be able to walk on two!-and when my vision returned I looked up at a very shocked and very confused Jazz.

"...Femme?" He finally finished, though it sounded very dazed and confused. I cocked my helm to the side curiously at first till Jazz managed to snap out of it enough to hand me a reflective piece of metal. Disregarding the fact I had no idea where he could get or find such a thing in the gardens. Shakily taking it in my new servo I held it the best I could and stared at my new reflection. I silently stared gob-smacked at my new appearance.

My armor was still black and white, but now I had gold details that seemed to make borders between the two colors. I had something kibbled to winglets on my back with golden stripes right along the edges. One winglet was black and gold, while the other was white and gold. I still had my claws but they had retracted to the back of my servos connected to my wrists. My audios had became more finlike and they seemed to move with my emotions on the sides of my helm. While a visor covered my optics, and after a quick retraction commanded it unveiled two green optics with thin blue circles near the center. I was still short-only about to Jazz'es chin in size- and my frame was more built for speed and agility than anything else. And my pedes looked more like wedges than the classic heel shaped pedes I saw that were common to femmes. The only strange part for me was my now missing tail. In its place a sharp metallike whip was magnetically attached to my hip plates. I wasn't a drop offline beauty, but I was...elegant in a word.

"Wha da frag happened to yah Twi'?!" Jazz finally demanded causing me to snap out of my dazed state and to stop staring at my reflection. I gave a sheepish and hesitant smile I spoke for the first time ever in my life cycle in a soothing alto voice.

"Uhm...The Allspark?"

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**YESSSS!FREEDOM! I am NEVER helping the twins prank my guardian ever again! Even if they try to bribe me with chocolate chip muffins and apple cider for breakfast every day for a year. MMmm, right focus! Sorry this chapter is a little short but I didn't know how to extend it anymore. Anyway, you all know what to do and till next time this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**

**-Till all are one-**


	8. Chapter 8

**Hiya mechs and femmes! I'm back with a new update for TE! I plan to update most of my other stories soon and if I can't you can certainly expect me to do so on Turkey Break. Any way back to the story!**

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For a long time we both just stared at each other. Both of us with a look of shock and confusion until Jazz broke out into a grin and sauntered up to me. No doubt very pleased that he was taller than someone that wasn't a minibot.

"Da All-spark, huh? Ya think it'll make meh taller?" Jazz asked with half a grin because he was actually serious.

"I don't know. I didn't know that it had done this to me until a few moments ago." I answered in confusion. I cocked my helm to the side as I looked at him and then back down at my new servos that I had been staring at before I began to stare at my...I know not exactly what to call him. My audios flicked back and forth as Jazz began to laugh and pat my helm.

"Dang femme, yah are jus' like Prowler, Twiler!" I scowled at my new nick name, secretly enjoying the ability to do so. But he seemed not to notice, he just continued with his small rant. "Ah need ta get yah on da fun side of Cybertron fast or ya gonna be ah stick in da tar like Prowler."

"For one his designation is not Prowler, nor is mine is Twiler. And such a nick name makes no sense whatso ever. And second...why do I need to see this 'fun side of Cybertron.' and what is a stick doing in tar in the first place?" Jazz stared at me for a few more breems then he burst out in a full blown laugh that made me pin back and hiss at the sheer volume. After he finished laughing and his cooling vents spinned faster to cool his overheating frame he then grabbed my upper arm and started dragging me out of the gardens.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Ah'll tell ya 'ater femme. Time ta show yah da high life of a Cybertronian!"

Why am I both scared and excited for this?

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It has been decacycles since then. And I have been exposed to another type of Cybertron that I am unsure I wanted to know about. I guess in a way it was 'fun', but Jazz was the real one who seemed to enjoy it. I preferred when he left me in his housing unit and I could read all the datas I wanted. I also got introduced to his 'music' preferences. Though I would listen to classical music with its calming sounds rather than that stuff the visor-ed mech likes so much that I'm sure is trying to make me go deaf.

In return he bought me an instrument of some kind I believe he called it a cyber lyre. And he gave me enough credits to get me lessons, and I actually love it enough to make it a bit of my secret hobby. He also told me all about Cybertron that I did not already know about from what I knew myself or what I learned from being with Prowl.

Prowl.

I miss the mech so much. His calming voice and the side of him that only I have ever seen, not even Jazz or Barricade has seen, to which I feel honored to so much. I can only hope he does not miss me too much. Then again, from Jazz has told me he does miss me, and very much so actually.

He has all of the Praxus Enforcer station looking for me and even when the logical deadline for finding a pet passed he did not give up. it both warmed my spark and broke it a bit, when I found out he cared so much about me.

But of course, my time with Jazz wasn't all mental learning and peace.

I'm not sure how nor do I think I wanna know why but Jazz somehow created a file for my Cybertronian self. Apparently I am Twilightdancer and I am from the same city as Jazz and after the murder of my family unit and guardians I was left to Jazz since he was a close family friend even though I was of age to live on my own I was placed into the Enforcer caste and Jazz was going to be my trainer until I was going to be placed here in Praxus as an Underground agent to spy on the under belly. He trained me in weapons and servo to servo combat, and besides my claws I apparently had a very large hammer, dual blaster pistols, and a staff. Seems that I was more for close quarters despite my small size.

The day finally came that my training was done and I was to go to the station to be signed in and given my first mission.

Please let Prowl be off this cycle.

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I feel so nostalgic walking into this place, the desks, computers, the bots, slag even the floor brought memories. Only this time I wasn't in Prowl's little datapad basket, no, this time I was walking into here as one of their 'green' newcomers with Jazz holding my servo in reassurance.

Enforcer Headquarters in Praxus.

It was so different now, it seemed...sadder, and even a bit more runned down. Did my disappearance effect them all this much?

"Hiya! Are you are new Underground agent? Great! It's an honor to meet you Twilightdancer! I will be your handler for whenever you come here to report in person, and I am just so giddy at this thought! I use to work on offline frames now I'm doing this! *Squeal* This is so exciting!"

Dear Primus above, please anybody but...

"I'm designated Sirensong! And I have been working here since I was in my third frame!"

Slaggit, why dear Primus do you torture me so?

Flicking my visored helm helm to see the very first femme and bot I met when I first came here in my true form. And I still do not like her, at, all. Now she is my handler and partner, Primus must really hate me.

Jazz had slipped from being here while I was lost in thought only leaving me a 'good luck' message over my comm that made me wanna strangle the mech later as I followed Siren and I tried to tune out her useless chatter and annoying voice only taking note of the useful data that she _occasionally _spouted out. I replied accordingly and asked questions when I either needed it or I needed to ask to keep appearances up.

Only for two very familiar black and white mechs over at their desks when they should have been off this cycle. One of which was a very tired door winger. I had stopped to gaze at them catching my 'handlers' attention. she followed my gaze and squealed causing me to flinch and my audios to pin back at the pitch and sheer volume. Seems that she was fanfemmeing out at the sight of the two mech and was speaking in a swooning voice as she explained to me who they are.

"Those are our TOP enforcers when it comes to any case given to them. The one with red optics is Barricade from Kaon, don't worry he just likes to act big and scary but he's a real sweet mech once you know him."

_I know, _"And who is the Praxian opposite to him?" I asked already knowing the answer but I had to play along. I saw the look she was giving me and I can't help but wonder what that was about. Did I say something wrong?

"That is our number one enforcer besides the Chief, Prowl. He is the top of the line strategist and is a very good mech, and he is MINE so don't try anything." It took all my Primus given control to not snort and roll my optics under my visor. Prowl would never choose her to be his mate, she annoyed him and knew nothing about him besides the practical coworker worship she had for him. Not to mention her handling of me whenever I was with her in my true form showed she cannot handle pets, let alone having kits that I secretly knew that Prowl wanted. (You shall never tell him I know that.) "But seeing that you will no doubt work with them in the future we should introduce you to them, just remember what I said." And with that she stalked off towards them. I hope this will be over quickly so I can get to my mission and -hopefully-get beck to Prowl in my true form.

"-Prowl, it's been almost a Megacycle. I you haven't found her now with those injuries you won't find her ever, offlined frame or not."

"It would be illogical for her to disappear like this, given her injuries she would have seeked aid of somekind and them returned very much so to her routine that she had when she lived on the streets to survive. There is a very high chance however, that she had been captured into the animal smuggling ring and is to be sold off after she recovered. I plan to find the ring before that happens."

The Kaon enforcer was about to speak again only to take notice to our presence and causing them to look up. One with interest and the other with a look I could not recognize.

"Hello _Prowl. _" I clenched my servos secretly and tried to keep a straight face as Siren seductively purred and leaned up close to the mech into his personal space-which he hated- and was barely showed any professionalism. "And you Barricade, this is out new Underground agent Twilightdancer."

The Koanian gave me a greeting that I assumed was to be friendly, but scary at the same time. Prowl said nothing merely looked at me, I was trying very hard not to let my cooling vents to speed up. I could keep a straight face no problem, but this mech was my 'owner' and I MAY have a small crush on the bot. It is very hard to keep my 'cool' as Jazz once said.

"Twilightdancer, I have heard of you from Jazz. My deepest sympathies for your family unit and I hope that we will work well with each other in the future." Prowl as ever gave a formal greeting, at the sound of his voice made my spark give a small shiver while Siren practically swooned at his voice, I kept my composure.

"Thank you, enforcer Prowl. And I hope as well that we will work together in the future." My soothing alto voice came out even and formal since we have not technically met yet and it would be rude and illogical for me to greet him like I was an old friend. I looked over him and at his condition and began to tread carefully with my next words. "Pardon and apologies if this sounds rude but who were you talking about earlier." Siren sharply elbowed me hard enough to minor-ly dent my tank armor and hissed at me.

"No apologies needed Twilightdancer, we were discussing my pet cybercat Twilight who has been missing for almost a megacycle. My partner here thinks that I should dismiss her saying that she could very much be offline now and her frame melted down, but since she use to be wild before she was a pet I find it illogical that something like that would happen to her. So I will not give up on her." My spark pratically melted at the devotion and care he had for me. But I managed to keep my composure.

"May I see an image of this pet? I have been in Praxus for almost two megacycles, I may have seen her on the streets." I offered gently, when all three sets of optics looked at me and seemed to spark with hope I felt my spark warm a bit. When Prowl showed me an holo-image of my true form I stared at it for a bit with a semi-thoughtful look, as I tried to think of something to say when an idea came to me. "She looks familiar, I may have seen her in the market area but she was not that clean when I saw her. It was only a couple of cycles ago, so she may be there still."

The next part happened rather fast. Prowl actually shook my servo thanking me for the help while Barricade gave me a full blown hug as Siren looked like she was ready to chop off my helm but thanked me all the same and gave me my first mission and practically shoved me out of the office saying I had a decacycle to get in and send my first report as soon as possible.

After taking much back trails as I could to make sure no one was following me or could see me as I returned to my true form, and headed towards the market district.

Ruefully, I purposely dirtied myself to where not alot of average bot would recognize me and even got into a few fights with alley cybercats so I had injuries that made the statement that I have been on my own for awhile. It seemed the left over all-spark energy got what I was doing and semi healed some of them so they didn't look to fresh. _The things I do for Prowl _was the only thought I had as I shuffled into an alley within view of the market.

Two joors past when I saw a familiar form elbow his way through the large group with a smaller frame mech with similar paint job scanning the ground for me. I gave a loud mew causing both helms to snap in my direction. I gave another mew as I limped into view, they both practically ran and shoved bots out of the way as they raced towards me.

"TWILIGHT!" The smaller mech yelled and scooped me up and brought me close to his spark chamber actually quivering with relief not minding my filthy frame. At seeing my injuries he actually growled at the sight making me quiver and give a pitiful mew in response making his hard look soften as he carefully nuzzled me his engine rumbling. I rubbed my muzzle against his face and weakly purred.

"I got you Twilight, nothing will happen to you ever again." I only mewed again. I didn't notice Barricade smile a fanged smile and left so much as a word with the smaller mech, all that I cared was I was back with him.

My Prowl

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After a ugh...bath, Prowl fixed me up and once again I was snuggled up on top of his Spark chamber in his new housing unit. I was very near recharge purring with my optics off as his stark white servo stroked along my spinal strut and rubbed in between my audios in the circular motion that I liked so much. I really missed this, Prowl's pets are the best. When Prowl unexpectedly spoke.

"That new Underground agent enforcer, Twilightdancer, she led me to you Twilight. I hope her mission will go smoothly so I can see her again and thank her properly."

I only gave a small mew and purred deeper. _You already are._

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**How was that? Hope ya liked it mechs and femmes! You all know what to do by know and till next time this is Shimmer Mane signing off.**


	9. Chapter 9

**Hello bots and cons I'm here with the newest update for TE and I hope ya'll like it cause this one took some thinking on my part. And now before I start rambling onwards with the story!**

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I never new that Prowl was so...clingy...It was almost a decacycle before he allowed me to stay at the unit by myself and let me wander around the city by myself again. There was actually a party at the Enforcers HQ when Prowl basically carried me in like I was a small kitten. Barricade found it amusing to no end that Prowl even carried me to murder sights-which have grown in number with the uprising from the Kaon gladiator pits and such-when before I disappeared he would give me to one of the other Enforcers that he could trust in watching me.

I've also noticed a change in my owners partner, he seems more hostile and bad-tempered than he was before. I and Prowl are worried for him, we have basically risked each others sparks for each other, not to mention I view him as I would a litter-mate and I wish not to lose him. But every time he almost kills a suspect or breaks his datapads I can feel my concern grow.

But now onto my own 'work'

My mission is to find a way into the smuggling ring that takes kidnapped kits and younglings and sells them to the rings in the Underworld for either gladiators or as 'training dummies' or even as PRIZES for their top mechs. I feel the urge to either purge or claw someones face till not even Primus could even recognize them when I was done with them. Thankfully as a Cybercat I can get closer to the rings and their leaders better than any other agent could ever get. But ugh, I feel the urge to wash my armor so I can get the feel and the smell of them off of me. Who knew that sparkless mechs and (sometimes femmes) have a bit of a soft spot for animals. Again ugh.

I have already taken out alot of the rings that are here in Praxus, other divisions have tried to snatch me up but I think the boss likes me. I heard at one point while I was delivering a personal report to Siren(why in the Allspark is she my partner?) threatening the head of the Crystal division if he even tried to draft me into his precinct. While the rings exist in the other cities-even Iacon!-It's not as bad as it is here. True, door wingers aren't the best to fight in the ring since of the door wings on their backs are easy targets, from what I have found, a door winger mech and femme about to hit their first heat cycle can sell for so many credits that I would be as rich as the Council if I ever thought of such thing. I'm not sure what exactly makes them more valuable compared to the other frame designs and I'm not sure I want to find out exactly.

With the smaller rings out of the way I am about to hit the largest one that all my Intel points to. The one that is supposedly runned by the same mech that runs the Underground in Praxus, if I get evidence and signal the others to come it would be the biggest bust in the history of the Enforcers.

However, these rumors about his identity...they are...disconcerting to say the least...

"Are you sure about this Twilightdancer? This is going to be an awefully big risk for you to do if you do it. If the rumors are true, and he recognizes you...it will not be pleasant." The boss-Regal is his name I believe, I only call him boss or The boss-said as I discussed what my next plan was to be. I have gotten all the info I could about the ring I could in both my true form and this form, if we wanted to bust them there was only one way to do that. That doesn't mean that he does not like it.

"I am very sure sir, I can't do anything more as just a runner. The only way for me to get in close enough is during the big sale that I have been hearing and delivering info for that is gonna be happening three cycles from now is for me to be part of that sale." I could see the protest that he was going to say and held up a servo to silence him as I continued. "If I am a buyer it will have more risk for him recognizing me if the rumor is true, plus he will certainly get a harsher sentence if he is about to sell a femme Enforcer. I have been doing this mission for almost over a megacycle and it hurts my spark every time I find out another 'shipment' have made it out of our reach. So please, let me do this." Seeing that he wasn't about to convince me of otherwise he gave a defeated vent and looked down at his desk.

"Why didn't I just let Crystal City have you? You could pull your logical and brilliant plans on them instead of me and making me feel like an older mech than I am...Alright, you have my permission to do this. BUT if there is even any chance of him recognizing you or that you are in ANY danger you are to signal us UNDERSTAND?!" I gave a salute to which he sighed and shook his helm. "For one so young you are committed I'll give you that. If..WHEN you get back I'll give you some time off so you can come with me to Iacon, I have a few friends there that you love to meet a femme like you."

I thanked him and left his office. While the one part about me being a runner was false I was going to make myself some of the 'merchandise' so I can get closer to the ring and-hopefully-arrest not only those there, but also the ringleader himself. And I knew it was very dangerous, but what I had said to Boss was true and I plan to end not only my pain but the pain of all who were effected by this.

I was about to leave when I saw Prowl was at his desk, in recharge. I haven't spoken to him much in this form since our first meet but that is the life of an Enforcer, and I wish not to bother him or 'Cade when I am here giving reports and such. But right now his shift was suppose to be over and he was suppose to be going back to our unit. So I took a chance, I quietly walked over to him and found that 'Cade was long gone along with alot of the other Enforcers (Siren one of them thank Primus). Normally I wouldn't be here this late but it took longer to get here from the Underground meets than normal since that big buy was so close at servo. I gently placed a servo on his shoulder and began to shake.

"Officer Prowl? Your shift is over, you can go back to your unit for proper recharge now." My soothing alto voice gently rang out as I tried to awaken the sleeping mech.

My call and efforts were rewarded as the male Praxian online with a groan and he rubbed his helm. He looked at me with his blue optics in a semi-confused fashion as he went over his memory banks.

"Officer Twilightdancer? What are you doing here and at this groon?" I gave a gentle smile as he stood up stiffly. He was adorable in his recharge and when he first onlined (I will never tell him that and neither will you).

"I was going to ask you the same thing but since you are my senior and you asked first I will happily answer you. I was getting permission from Regal for my new update to move into both a more dangerous and more informative position." At his cocked opticridge I continued. "I will go undercover as a captured femme, and once the auction begins for me I will be able to signal for the other Enforcers to move in."

When he heard that his dim optics brightened and he sat up straight and looked at me with a concerned look.

"That is a very high risk you are taking, are you sure you want it to go down that way?" I felt touched that he was showing such concern for me when technically we have not really said more than a few words to each other. But I was a full grown-sadly-femme, I could and would take care of myself.

"I have done all I can as a runnerbot for the Underground and runners don't have a high enough standing to get into high end auctions such as the one coming up in three cycles. It would take much longer to create a solid alias for me to be a buyer, and this may be our only chance to get these high time criminals before they disappear and refuse to resurface for a very long time. So yes, I am more than willing for myself to take such a dangerous risk." Prowl looked at me for a long time with his usual stoic expression, however, his optics held a different kind of light to them as they looked at my visor. Simply shrugging it off as lack of proper recharge I spoke again. "Now, what are YOU doing here at this groon, when your shift ended two joors ago."

"I have been looking into cases at Kaon that reported cases of above average aggression with all citizens there, As you no doubt know or have figured out Officer Barricade is from that city and even though he has not been there since his off-cycle three megacycles ago he is showing the same symptoms. Logically as his partner I would want to know as much as there is to know about this so I can calculate solutions to make sure he will not harm a victim or a suspect." A normal mech or femme would think that his answer was cold and sparkless, but having known Prowl for a long time it was just his way of saying he was worried for his partner and friend.

I gave a gentle smile and nodded. "I see, I wish you the best of luck then, I may have not have met you or Officer Barricade we are co-workers and I want you both to be at your best." Prowl's lips twitched into a tight smile and he gave a grateful nod to me. My spark swelled a bit and I had to hold my formal appearance as long as I was near him so he wouldn't notice my very small ego raised a bit at the revelation that I was the only femme in the world that can claim that she can make Prowl smile as both his pet and his co-worker. "You should retire either in the barracks or in your own unit, the lunarcycle is about to begin and if you fall offline from lack of recharge both Regal and Officer Barricade will have your aft."

Prowl actually snorted in amusement and rolled his optics for a moment before he looked at me with curious and concerned optics. Which again, startled me to no ends, I haven't had much interaction with him right?

"And what of you? Surely you are going to return to your own unit before you must prepare for the bust you and Regal are planning in three cycles." I nodded in confirmation, and when he asked me where I was staying I gave a mini-panic until I remembered the temporary living unit that the Enforcers has commissioned me for when I took this mission.

Blast dodged

"Normally I would stay with Jazz, but since he himself is a cultural enforcer I cannot stay there without suspicion. So I have been staying at the unit that was 'rented out' by my alias." When he asked for the address his concerned look grew when I told him and I also sent him a picture of the unit that I had taken in my true form when I was passing by during my run/patrol.

"That area is known to be not the safest place during the lunarcycle and you also have high risk of being discovered by one of your 'employers' if they spot you while you are walking back there from here or if they decide to follow you." He looks over at me with both a semi-shocked and worried look. "Regal has given that unit to you as a safe-house and temporary living unit while you are on this mission? And you walk there by yourself each lunarcycle?" Did he actually sound appalled?

"That assumption is false Officer Prowl, my current living unit was given to me by my handler Officer Sirensong after she had gone through living units that would fit both the requirements that are needed along with what could be afforded by my alias'es supposed budget." Prowl's stoic look seemed to harden and his stark white servos gripped the edges of his desk for a moment when I told him that.

"I see, thank you for clearing that up with me Officer Twilightdancer, I will speak with Regal about this next cycle. But for now I offer myself to escort you back to your living unit." I felt my spark freeze mid-beat for a moment and I looked at him with a shocked expression.

Prowl? The ever stoic and logical doorwinger mech was offering to escort a femme home after a hard cycle at work? Has Unicron become a pacifist?

"There is no need for that Officer Prowl, I have been coming and going from here to there for vorns now. One more cycle holds minimal chance of me getting discovered and offlined." I couldn't let him walk me home, for one I wasn't sure my spark could take it. Another reason is that I may have kept up the appearance that somebot was living there, there was no window for me to escape through so I could return to my true form and race back to his housing unit in time. And if I went 'missing' again I fear the condition Prowl will be.

Sadly, the mech in front of me is just as stubborn as my adoptive littermates, so reluctantly I allowed him to walk me back to 'my' unit, my processor and spark going crazy. One was trying to figure a way out of 'my' unit without him noticing as he left so I can return to my true form and race back to his housing unit so I could beat him. The other with emotions and current feelings that I couldn't begin to calculate at the moment as I let my more logical side take over.

Discreetly I asked him of myself as we walked back, anything than the silence that had been happening for the last few breems since we left the station. He seemed to brighten up a bit and gladly talked of me, or rather is pet cyber cat Twilight that I had helped him find-which he formally and thankfully thanked me again-when she had disappeared. My spark warmed up a bit at seeing him speak of me so fondly, but I was too busy with trying to form a plan to notice it too much. We had a bit of 'lazy' banter as my littermate Jazz often called it when we finally reached the unit that I was suppose to be mine.

"Thank you again for doing this Officer Prowl, again, you did not have to do this. And I hope you have a good lunarcycle." He gave a small nod and I turned to enter the unit until he left the area when his voice suddenly came behind me and he spoke again.

"Officer Twilightdancer, do you, have the next couple cycles off?" Now why was he asking that? I cocked my helm to the side with my audios perked up in curiosity while my visor dimmed in thought.

"Technically yes, nor do I have to do runner work anymore sense word had been sent out about the auction. But it would be logical for me to spend this time to prepare for the auction." Why did her spark feel like it wanted to strangler her for saying that?

"That is a very logical thing to do yes...but I was wondering...Regal and Jazz has forced me to take the next few cycles off and I was wondering perhaps, since Jazz claims to be too busy and Barricade has not been in such a mood lately, if you would help me to relax and 'enjoy my youth' as Regal but it?"

Primus say what now?

I looked at him with a shocked and confused look that seemed like it was going to be the look that I have been using for the most part of the cycle. Logically, I saw no reason not to do so and my spark seemed to be doing a happy dance at the thought. Besides I knew he just meant nothing of the sort that no doubt my littermates would think if they heard his wording. So my visor brightened and my audios perked up into a happy position.

"No I would not mind to do so, I have three cycles to prepare, one or two off would not harm my chances."

He seemed to physically brighten and thanked me and promised to pick me up mid-cycle tomorrow as he left.

I then hauled aft back home and managed to curl up in my own berth to appear to be in recharge when Prowl came home with a warm smile on his face. He gently petted me-probably not to 'wake' me- and went to his own berth to recharge. It was during the middle of the lunarcycle when it hit me.

I basically have a date with Prowl. .Frag.

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**Ha! Done! What'da think of that? Try to hold off till next chapter folks!**


	10. Chapter 10

**Hey everybot I'm here with a well waited for chapter for TE! Recap from the last chapter PROWL ASKED TWILIGHT ON A DATE! OMP! You can stop messaging me bout hints and to update now, cause here it is! Enjoy!~**

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I you ever made plans with someone who is in the same room as you while they are unaware of that fact? How about you do that while pretending to be the pet that is curled up into their lap?

Let me tell you, it is _strange _don't ever do it.

Thankfully we agreed that he could not pick me up from 'my' unit because it would risk one of my 'coworkers' finding out that I was a Enforcer and was the leak that they were looking. Nor could I go to his unit cause a) I supposedly had no clue where he was living and b) If I had a tail for when I am off it would prove even more dangerous. After much discussion we agreed that it would be best for us to meet on neutral ground, of course someone had to hack into our channel and pounced on the fact we should meet at his unit and that I should get there earlier so he can help me for our 'date'.

So Jazz'es living unit it is.

If I could I would roll my optics and smile in my true form because even though Prowl had asked for me to keep him company for his off-cycle he still went to the Enforcers HQ no doubt to see if he could still get some work before he was to pick me up from Jazz'es unit. At least he remembered to let me out so as he went one way I managed to get there and discreetly transform and knocked on the door.

But why do I get to nervous at the face splitting grin?

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I still don't like baths, and showers, no surprise but Jazz pretty much locked me in his washracks and automatically turned it on right on me. He's so lucky that I don't want to wash energon off of my claws before I was to go on this date with Prowl or I would have murdered him by now. Very lucky mech indeed.

Then off course he wouldn't let me do the next part, so I had to sit absolutely _still _as he repainted me and even waxed me. I don't exactly mind it actually felt good but he didn't have to put me into stasis cuffs to do so. Then again, he wanted to do it right after I finally managed to get out of the pit-spawn creation called the washracks and I had not been amused on how he got me to get a bath. But _really?_ Was the stasis cuffs and gag necessary? Then again he does really good work, I don't think my armor has ever been this shiny or good looking as far as I have ever known. But what I don't understand is both how and why he took my visor off and claimed he was not going to give it back to me till the date was over and when I came back here to get it.

As it got closer for the date I couldn't help but be confused on why the sparkrate speed-ed up and I couldn't stay still. Sure I have a bit of a crush on Prowl but I have no idea why the fact we were going out formally with each other or the fact this would be the first time he would see my optics without my visor would make me so nervous.

And apparently I was showing my nervousness outwards, much to Jazz'es amusement.

"Twi'! Stop pacin' ya 're makin MEH nervous and ah ain't goin on da date!"

I stopped mid-stride and flicked my optics over to my other adoptive littermate who had a very amused look on his face as he held out two energon cubes for me. I picked them up and looked over at him with a completely lost look. I was about to ask him what these were for when his door chime sounded out making my audios to perk up and I froze in place. My spark was going crazy as all types of scenarios rolled out through my processor on what was going to happen, after seeing my look of frozen horror Jazz actually laughed in my face and nearly knocked me over as he slapped my backstrut in a friendly way.

"Yah'll be fine Twi'. Jus wait here, ah'll bring 'im in and them yah'll come out and offer energon ta da two of us before ya go out. And once 'e sees ya all prettied up he'll be at yer pedes." And with that he left me there in the room to let Prowl in and go on with this 'plan' of his. All I could do is stand there and feel helpless and having this one question roll around in my processor without an answer that I could possibly come up with...

What would he think of me?

**Prowl's P.O.V.**

I was at Jazz'es living unit after failing to be able to even get into work since Regal changed the acess codes to the building and gave everyone besides myself and Twilightdancer the new codes to make sure that we couldn't come in and try to work on our off-cycles. Apparently I wasn't the only one that saw the logic that one should not break and relax until the job was done, but no one else seemed to agree with us.

I had also temporarily went back to my unit for a wash and fix up my paint job, though I am not sure as to why, whatever Jazz may see this was not a date. It's just that I have found in the short time that I have been in her presence I enjoy Twilightdancer's company. And logically since we are both off this cycle it would be pleasing for the both of us to spend our time off in each others company.

However I can't deny that I get this feeling in my spark when I see her but logically I just believe that its because of her history and her devotion to being an Enforcer, and even being one of the more dangerous division.

But why did I feel like I wanted to lock her in her unit when she told me of their plan to bust the big sale of kidnapped/slave buy that was going to happen in two cycles from now? Logically I know that she could easily handle anything that could and that Regal and her partner could help her no problem should something happen.

But when I think of her being sold to some mystery mech or femme doomed to be a pleasure bot I have this unpleasant feeling in my spark that seemed to rage like a fire. Perhaps I will volunteer myself and Barricade to help with the arresting, that might help with putting my spark at ease.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened to reveal my closest friend-I will never tell him that he is-Jazz as he opened his door.

"Prolwer!"My doorwings twitched along with my left optic at the cursed nickname he has given me but I knew reprimanding him would do no good, so I plainly ignored him.

"Good orn Jazz, I have come to pick up Twilightdancer. Is she here?"I kept my voice neutral and even as he let me into his unit. I was on guard immediately when I saw his face split into a grin and motioned for someone else behind me, so logically I turned around to see who it was.

It took all of my will power to not crash, not exactly sure why though.

Twilightdancer walked in holding a cube of energon in each servo. But she looked, _different _than what I am use to seeing. She was freshly waxed and painted to where her paint shone with a startling sheen. I could also vaguely smell solvent coming off of her meaning she has also taken a shower. But what caught my attention the most was her optics.

After checking over my memory files I confirmed that this was the first time I have seen her optics. Sure I knew that they were a unusual green color since her visor was unmistakably a clear one but now that I could see them clearly, I took note that as they got closer to the center they seemed to take on a more blue-ish color. They were..._stunning _at that thought my processor froze as I tried not to make myself glitch.

I was snapped out of my thoughts and concentration when her smooth alto voice sound with only a hint of nervousness and uncertainty.

"Would either of you like a cube of energon before Prowl and I head out?"

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**Twilight's P.O.V.**

_Dear Primus, I wish I knew what was going through his processor right now._ I Thought as I stood there holding the energon cubes while trying to keep my cooling fans from spinning faster. Why in the name of the Allspark did I agree to do this? Oh right, I didn't, Jazz just jumped this on me at the last klick.

"No thank you Twilightdancer, I refueled before I came here. I won't need to refuel for a couple more joor as long as I don't do anything that would require more than a normal intake of energon." Prowl formally and kindly declined making my adoptive littermate frown as it appeared that his plan failed in front of him. He then gave the doorwinged mech an elbow to his mid-section.

"Lighten up Prowler! Ah swear, yah can drop da formal slag around mah sistah." Prowl flinched at his hatted nickname and at the curse. But all the same he made no move to grab a cube, giving a defeated vent Jazz came over and took both cubes from me and chugged one before he set the other one down somewhere that I did not bother taking note of.

"Jazz, my designation is _Prowl_ not _Prowler, _and seeing that technically Twilightdancer is still _your charge _you should refrain from using such language in front of her." Where they really going to get into this conversation?

"She's 'eard worse." Apparently yes.

"It matters not if she has heard worse or not, even though you are not needed as much since she is of age you should still set an example for her. And as a femme she should not be around such coarse language in case she tried to repeat it." Should I take offence to that or something? Or the fact they are arguing this in my presence without acknowledging me. More data is needed for me to make a conclusion for that. But for now I should stop them if Prowl and I wanted to leave sometime this cycle.

"Excuse me Jazz, Prowl, should me not move onto a different topic?" I gently and carefully cut off the growing argument. Causing both mechs to look at me, both with very different reactions. While Jazz sported an amused grin and backed off, Prowl looked at me with a blank calculating look, how this two are best friends I cannot even begin to calculate.

"You are correct Twilightdancer, thank you for dissolving our argument seeing that it was unintentional. You look very nice this cycle as well, and it is very...nice to see your optics for once." After he said that and gave me a tight-but warm-smile I lost it a bit and my cooling fans whirled a little louder but only enough for the more audio sensitive mech-Jazz-to quietly chuckle.

"Thank you Prowl." I thanked him kindly unable to find any other words to say but I was also able to keep up my professional and formal speech. To which he responded with a tight smile of his.

After that we bade farewell to Jazz-but not before he gave me a sly wink for some reason-and we went out into the city. Though, I am a bit confused and lost on what exactly to do. What? I usually spent what free time-if I allow myself any now that I am an Enforcer- either napping or lounging fully stretched out in my true form. And Prowl seemed just as confused as me, but for very different reasons I am very certain of.

In the end we spent alot of time in the Helix Gardens admiring the beauty and quiet all around us. Prowl even gave me a music crystal that was growing there in bulk when I told him that I loved to come here and relax since the sounds were soothing to my sensitive audios. Not at all a lie, just didn't tell him I was a Cybercat when I came here. My spark felt like it skipped a beat when he gave a true smile when I thanked him and said it was only logical for a femme to have something that was both pretty and something I liked.

Much later when we both needed to refuel he took me to this comfy energon cafe that was both nice and fairly priced. It also seems to be a regular spot of his that I had not known about till now, the staff here greeted him warmly to which he responded with his own type of warm greeting of his that unless you knew him it would have seemed emotionless and formal. They were really nice to me and seemed very thrilled at the fact that Prowl brought a femme to their establishment. And it took all my control to keep a calm look when the waitress that had brought our orders came over and spoke. "Bout time you stubborn Praxian, I was starting to think you were interested in that mech from Kaon you bring here with you so often." When I really wanted to choke on my sweetened energon in either horror or laughter-I spend way too much time with Jazz-. I finally gave into giggles when I saw the look of horror on his face along with the disgust of the idea of him and 'Cade together. It's mean I know but a) I spent _WAY _too much time with Jazz lately and b) The look on his face was just so funny for one that knows him enough to know he doesn't show _THAT _much emotion often. At the sound of the soft sound said look actually turned into a soft, gentle look that made me stop giggling and speed my cooling fans up in embarrassment.

Even though I had credits and offered several times Prowl insisted that he pay for our meals, tip included, even we have told Jazz, older bots at the gardens and here, and sparklings or younglings that we have come across that it wasn't a date.(Or to me it wasn't an actual one)

Sadly the cycle came to an end and I needed to return to 'my' unit. Still chatting we walked slowly back to Jazz'es unit with Prowl escorting me. For the first time since we 'met' we were both at ease with each other and also relaxed enough to find that the others company was great to have. Well, I kinda already knew that but now I don't mind that I don't have alot of alone free time as a Cybertronian.

As we reached our destination we formally said farewell to each other and once I was sure he was out of range I returned to my true form and made it back home for me to greet him when he came through the door. And as I curled up with him on his berth I felt my spark singing and dancing around in its chamber. And while I don't know why it has such a strong reaction, even for a crush, I couldn't help but agree with it on some level.

This cycle, has bee a very good one.

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**DONE!*Falls down on the ground exhausted* This has been the longest chapter I have written for this story! Anyway, what do ya think of that? Both Prowl AND Twilight are in denial on how deep their emotions for each other go exactly, though, Twi' is a _bit _more aware of them than Prowl. I'll start working on the next chapter as soon as possible and action will ensue! Till next time folks!**


	11. Chapter 11

**Hey everybot I'm here with another thrilling chapter to TE! And you will simply be buzzing in your sear as you read each word of this! Anyway, let's get this party started right!**

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This cycle is the cycle, we have checked every thing until we have nearly glitched from looking at all the variables and making sure the plan was flawless. And this is the closest to perfect that we can get in the real world. They have tried again and again to get me to reconsider but every time I look at those numbers I see no other way and my conviction solidifies.

We are going through with the bust this cycle.

Primus have mercy on our sparks.

Again, Regal, Prowl, Jazz and Barricade tried again and again to get me to reconsider this but I see no other logical way that would ensure we would get all that are there and all the victims are in the same place ever again with the highest chance of us finding them again online and returned to their family units. And as a femme who has actually been ripped away from her family unit-very different circumstances than them and what everyone thinks but still- I will not allow anybot to experience the same pain as I have.

It was tedious and a bit unpleasant but I have removed all my enforcer symbols and repainted myself as well as put on lighter armor that could easily have been used for a civilian femme from a higher caste- since those are the femme's in demand the most. Making myself a rose red with pale yellow highlights and wore a special visor that made my optics appear like they were a deep gold color. Making myself appear more valuable, so it would seem like I would be a very profitable 'catch'.

Siren has taken the last Megacycle off only reporting in now and then to both Regal and myself about how things were in Crystal City and her family unit and wishing that I had agreed to come with her instead of work without her. I never really knew one could have the desire to strangle somebot just by listening to them talk to you over the long distance comm link. But she managed it as she talked non-stop while I was trying to write a report or gain information about how BEAUTIFUL her home city was and how ADORABLE her newest sibling was, and while I kinda agree with those things she doesn't seem to understand that I wish to be left alone with my work or she was simply doing this since she found out that Prowl took me out on a 'date' and this was suppose to be payback.

But Siren or no Siren, this was going to happen, this cycle.

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_:::Twilight groon has been chimed moving into position now:::-Twilightdancer_

_:::Copy that, Keep on your pedes, when you are ready send the signal:::-Regal_

_:::Acknowledged:::-Twilightdancer_

In my disguise I walked by myself through a shady neighborhood humming happily to myself and bouncing on my pedes to give myself an air of naivete that pretty much all femmes who have been raised in higher castes give off since they think the world revolves around them.

I could see the many stares I was getting and lustful sounds coming from both mechs and femmes I passed. I had to use all of my control when a femme pleasure bot that walked past me smacked my aft in an attempt to get me to notice her and pay her for...her time. Ugh, I need a long shower after this.

I was about to move onto the next area when I felt like someone was fallowing me. The feeling grew more as I turned into a more secluded area where there wasn't very many bots around besides the occasional bumbot. I felt both a bit of excitement and nervousness that my plan was working, so far anyway.

A sharp pain got me in the neck cables and as I fell and began to offline I felt stop mech arms grip me rather tight and roughly before I blacked out.

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Ugh...That was unpleasant...

As I came online I found myself in a dank cell with energon bars to keep me from trying to get out. There were other femmes around me, they all were armored similar to myself and had wide fearful optics. Some were chained to the wall in rather sensual position-to amuse our captors no doubt- while others were in stasis cuffs on the ground helpless to do anything.

When I tried to move I found I could not, onlining my optics I found myself on the ground with my servos in front of me in stasis cuffs. Well, this was not good, but luckily I have a plan for this in my processor.

"Femme's, shes awake." Came a slightly older voice than what I have heard from the scared whimpering that I heard as I onlined. Managing to lift my helm I found a very stunning blue femme but unlike the others here her armor looked like it was built to take a punch and her optics were a sky blue. She was kneeling down in front of me looking very concerned, I took note that she wasn't chained or cuffed. "Are you alright femmling?"

Not even bothering to tell her I was not a young one, that I was just short I began to put up my act in case one of the femme's here was a mole planted in case of something was to happen that would lead to their escape.

"I-I t-th-think s-s-so...W-w-where a-am I? W-who a-are y-y-you?" I stuttered and trembled as I put on a terrified face. The blue femme's look softened even more and she gently rubbed my helm in an effort to calm me. Unable to stop myself, I purred as she rubbed my sensitive audios.

"It's ok femmling, we won't hurt you here. My name is Chromia, I was working for a guild in Kaon when the Underground snatched me on my way back to my unit. As where we are now..." Chromia vents in defeat. "All I can tell you for sure is that we are in the city of Praxus." Good we haven't moved out of the city. "What is your name femmling?"

"A-auorabreak-k" I stuttered my new alias looking at her through my visor. She gave a gentle smile and rubbed my helm again.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful femme like yourself. If you have a mech he is a very lucky fragger."

Before I could answer a cruel laugh came from the cell entrance. Making us all look up to see two very large and very intimidating mech's-Underground thugs- walking into the cell with smug looks on their faces. Chromia stood in front of us all in a protective stance, almost like a creator protecting her kits.

"The lucky fragger will be the won who gets top bid on her. Our medic's took a look at her, nice and young, not to mention has never interfaced before. Perfect merchandise..." The first one purred as he scanned over my frame with hungry optics. Taking my que I whimpered and trembled like a newborn kit, this actually made Chromia growl and stood deeper in her stance.

"You all are sick fraggers, we femme's are not your pleasure toys. Why don't you all frag each other if you want to 'face so badly." I stared wide opticed at the guild femme, she certainly did not know the term back down. I respect that in a way.

Apparently the Underground thugs did not.

They snarled and the larger one grabbed the blue femme and looked ready to hit her before the other one stopped him.

"Now, now Deathgear. You know what the boss said about damaging the merchandise before the auction. If she isn't bought like last time you can hit her THEN." Deathgear looked between him and Chromia before he snarled and roughly dropped her down.

"Fragger..."She growled as they left as she brought herself back up on her pedes. She took a seat beside me and continued to stroke my helm as I trembled to keep my act of being a terrified civilian femme. "Easy sweeling, their gone..." She cooed at me as she stroked my helm.

"B-BOUGHT?! W-what d-do t-th-they m-mean b-by th-that?" I whimpered and stuttered. Chromia only hushed me and told me to recharge, that it would help me calm down. And I actually felt like doing it, it was strange. When I was a kit my creator and litter-mates had been taken away from me. So I never really knew what having a creator's care is like, but if I had to guess this would be it. Minus the stasis cuffs and being sold into slavery part.

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After a while the mechs came back, but this time they began to drag us all out of the cells. Well except for a pretty golden femme who was a spy. The had gotten energy bonds on Chromia to keep her from struggling too much. And as we were dragged out I saw that this was actually a gladiator's arena. I was panicking a bit but I managed to calm myself from doing so too badly. Well, besides the obvious and almost comical fear I was showing to keep up the act of a terrified high-caste femme.

"Alright bidders and buyers we have a very special treat for you all here today." An announcer proclaimed over the arena's intercom as the crowd roared at the sight of us, some younglings, and a few mechs were dragged out into the arena center. "Fine merchandise from all over Cybertron from any caste you can think of, here for you to snatch up for yourself. But before that, Our sponsor would like to make an announcement."

This is it. The moment I have been waiting for.

However, even with the rumors of the boss being an enforcer I was not prepared for whose voice I heard over the intercom.

It was _Sirensong _who spoke next. My very partner, fraggit.

_:::This is Twilight groon, move NOW! I repeat start the bust NOW!:::-Twilightdancer_

With my frantic encrypted comm signal away I listen to my partner's annoying voice as she continued her little speech.

"-However we all know you came here for the BEST right? The finest that our planet has to offer I claim to have, but what better way than to have it proven..." Suddenly all the cuffs, bonds, and such came off and our weapons systems came online again. I don't like where this was going... "Than to use this arena for the very purpose it was built for?" Frag, I knew I don't like this. She wants us all to fight? And with KITS here too? She is a truly sick femme. And how does she know that..."Slaves! Here me, you are to be rid of the weak in that ring! Those who comply will be treated like they are twins of the Councilmechs and the VERY best will be set free!"

Primus be dammed...

"BEGIN!"

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All pit broke loose after that, several mechs and femmes drove right into the fray killing one another in a fight for survival. Some of those that came from Kaon actually went after the kits too killing them without mercy much to mine and many of the other bots horror.

I lost sight of Chromia, but she could handle herself easily. I was more concerned with the little ones I am protecting.

I only had my natural weapons on me since I was undercover so I only had my claws, and my whip/tail. Seeing I was limited to close range and after I nearly got my side blown out by some scrawny seeker mech and his cannon I had no desire to try to get that close again. Stumbling over to the side of the area I heard two terrified cries and clicking.

There huddled in an attempt to stay hidden were two small praxian mechlings. One a bright yellow with black racing stripes and the other grey with a single streak of blue on him. They both stared at me with wide, terrified blue optics as they huddled close to each other with tears spilling from them. At the sight of terrified kits I stumbled down to the ground and wincing at the pain coming from my side I cooed at them and purred a bit, despite the chaos around us the duo quickly calmed down and launched themselves on me trembling as they clicked and whined at me. I could feel them open a guardian bond with me as I held them close soothing them and attacking anyone that got too close to us.

"HALT!"

At the sound's of Siren's shout all fighting stopped and the sparklings whimpered and huddled closer to me. I sent soothing feelings over the bond and nuzzled both of their helms to calm them down as the survivors-myself included-limped closer into a small little circle with myself and the surviving kits in the center making it like a protective barrier. I saw Chromia was the one right in front of me.

Before I knew what exactly what was happening Siren and two Underground goons came marching right out onto the arena not even bothered by the bodies or pools of energon that was covering the ground. I gotta admit that she looks different with her true nature revealed, not just because her paintjob did not look fake anymore.

I soon found myself face to face with my ex-partner as her goons have shoved the injured bots out of the way as she sneered at me. The mechlings whimpered and grasped my armor as tight as they could. I glared at the femme through my visor, not at all minding the damage to my frame as I glared at the traitor. Siren's servo suddenly shot out and painfully yanked the colored visor out of my helm making me give a small gasp in pain offlining my optics doing so making the kits squeak in concern before I heard the other femme snarl at me.

"Online your optics _slave _now."

Unable to defy that order without possible danger to the kits I did so and looked right at my ex-partner.

"Hello Sirensong..."

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**Oh shit this is serious slag right here! Hope you like the new chapter and see ya next time folks!**


	12. Chapter 12

***Cackles and races around* I'M BACK BITCHES! TAKE THAT SCHOOL! *Calms down* Okay...Hiya everybot I'm back~ Sorry it has been so long but school has not only been tough but I just recently moved so I've been unpacking and stuff like that. Plus my muse played possum on me for awhile too, but no more tears! Cause I'm back and I'm startin' the show again!**

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"You..." Siren hissed at me, her optics filled with hate and even flashing red for a moment while everyone else either looked at us with confusion or with some smugness that I do not exactly understand.

Her goons suddenly lifted me up to a standing position and Siren circled me like I would in my original form when I found prey. I gave a small hiss and let the kits I was holding curl even closer to me and sent comfort over the weak Guardian bond I had with them.

"You took a big risk in doing this Twilightdancer" She purred at me, making my armor rise and I growl at her. She gave a dark smile at that and looked over me with a...Oh Primus...LUSTFUL look. *Shivers* I need paint-stripper to get that thought out of my helm now..."But I must say your new look is much more...PLEASING than that enforcer look you have normally~" At the word 'Enforcer' the prisoners around me looked at me with a mix of shock and happiness, with a hint of betrayal, while the underground and goons went into an uproar in both panic and anger.

My thoughts where jolted away from that line of thought when Siren got closer to me and began to trace my frame and my winglets. Making me shudder greatly.

"Hmm~ You said you have never been intimate before~I would LOVE to find out what you are like in the berth~..."

Kill me now...

The kits I were holding were snatched out of my grip, causing them both to give wails of distress jolting me into action. Giving a snarling hiss I dove right at my ex-partner only for her goons to grab me and hold me in place. I continued to hiss and growl as I watched the poor excuse for a femme dangle MY kits by their doorwings and look them over like they were piles of scrap.

"These two aren't bad...But nothing compared to you my dear Twilight~"

"DON'T call me that!"

She carelessly tossed the kits away, thankfully Chromia managed to grab both of them before they got too hurt by hitting the ground as she stalked up to me.

"Tell you what Twilight...If you can beat me here, in this ring, right now...I will let you, and all the prisoners go."

"And if I lose?"

She got a dark smirk as she looked up and down my frame with a predatory and lustful look

"Then you will be mine~"

EEEEWWWWW!

That's j-just WRONG in SO MANY WAYS! Not only was she my ex-partner, but she was also a criminal...And no offense to those who like bots of the same frame type but I like MECHS!

...It seems I have no choice though...I have to stall until Regal and the others come

"Very wel-"

I was suddenly cut off as she brought out her blaster and shot RIGHT AT ME! I cried out as the plasma hit my winglets when I tried to dive out of the way. I felt my primal coding take over as I gave a loud growl and my claws came out into full view.

The glitch wanted to play dirty?

I'll give her dirty!

Yowling I launched myself at her, her shots peppering my frame but I was in too much rage to notice as I slashed her pretty and smug little face with my claws.

"MY FACE!" She cried out, spitting out energon that was leaking into her mouth. As she wiped away most of the energon that was staining her face I could easily see the neat claw marks that slashed diagonally along her faceplates. I felt pretty smug when I took note that they would scar. She seemed to realize this and her look turned into one of pure feral rage as she snarled and pounced on me. "YOU GLITCH!"

Instead of a fight like you would see in the gladiator pits we looked like two feral animals fighting over a scrap of good energon. Hissing, growling, yowling, clawing, biting, etc. We did not even notice when the enforcers surged in and all out war seemed to break out around us, yet neither of us noticed when soon all the shady characters and injured were taken away, we were both too focused on mauling each other.

After a close extremely too close for comfort hit to my spark chamber area I stabbed my claws into her shoulder joints and twisted until she screamed in agony. I gave one final hiss at her before I yanked my claws out and stumbled to my pedes...Bloody, exhausted, and a bit proud of myself I watched her as my fellow enforcers secured her down and tended to what injuries that _may have _killed her if they were not treated. After all, I would never kill a criminal...While other enforcers were around to either stop me or be able to arrest them anyway.

I had nearly went into stasis from all the damage I had taken already if it weren't for a very concerned Prowl supporting me while Barricade watched the medic carefully as he dealt with my injuries, growling slightly every now and then.

"Don't think this is over Twilightdancer." Sirensong hissed at me, stopping not too far away from me and Prowl before the enforcers would take her away. "You have made several powerful enemies here this cycle and once we get out. We're coming for you..." I gave her a cold glare as I watch her get dragged away with Prowl still supporting me with one arm around my waist.

And I would be right here waiting with my claws ready

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**WOO! How was that for a return chapter? Hope ya'll like it and I plan to update my other stories here real soon, until next time this is Shimmer Mane signing off!**


	13. Chapter 13

**Hi everybot! Guess whose back and updating the story that has two pages of reviews that all basically say 'PLEASE UPDATE!'~? That's right! Twilight's Enforcer is BACK! And finally you can all figure out what has happened last time we saw our heroine! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter and put away the pitchfork and torches that you have gotten for such a long wait! On with the story and I hope you enjoy!**

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Ever feel like the world is fast forwarding around you? That is how I feel like right now.

Let me explain it the best I can...

After her little threat Sirensong tried to attack me one more time, actually managing to catch on my chestplates. Luckily it wasn't deep enough to break through my spark chamber casing but still painful enough that I screamed in pain and had to be caught by a distress Prowl while Barricade snarled and charged at her after the enforcers around us grabbed her and tried to drag her away.

He beat her...Brutally...

To the point she looked nothing like she had five joors ago and he had to be tackled down and sedated. Heavily.

The two kits that had formed a guardian bond with me wailed as my pain reached them as plain as the day cycle. Most of what happened next was a blur, but one thing stayed that I saw easily throughout the entire was one mech...Just one.

Prowl.

He had refused to leave my side, even as our fellow enforcers took away the kits and rushed me to the emergency medbay and his own partner had to be sent to the holding/brig that was in the enforcers head quarters once the sedative wore off and he went on a rampage not only finding I was still hurt but also the fact that Sirensong was in a faraway hospital getting treated instead of just letting him finishing her off like he believed he should be able to do.

I don't know what happened to the other victims of the slave ring we busted up or how long I was being worked on. My vision fading in and out through out the entire time but I had heard what they were all saying, what the medics said chilled me every time.

They didn't think I was going to make it, I was going to offline.

This time when I 'woke up' I felt...Cold...So very cold as I fuzzily looked around, I could see them all...Faintly.

Regal, Jazz, the kits and...

Prowl...

He was still here.

He looked awful though, his paint still had energon-MY energon-on it and he didn't look like he refueled or recharged since this all happened. But he seemed to know I was there, or 'here' because his optics brightened and he was closer to my side, holding my servo and trying to get me to focus on him. Which was not actually very hard to do since he was the only thing that I could clearly see at this point. And I think I hear him trying to comfort me, I couldn't hear him clearly either, it was like every sound was on the lowest setting of volume.

I don't know why I do this, but I could feel myself giving a weak smile and using what strength I had to tighten my grip on his servo. He was so worried about a femme he technically didn't know personally for more than a few cycles. Did he feel it then? That he knew me from somewhere he didn't remember or know? I can't say. But I do know one thing...

What happened next.

My health suddenly plummeted and I could CLEARLY here the 'BBBBRRREEEEEEPPP!' as it felt like a wave of black came rushing towards me. Prowl AND Jazz had to be dragged/forced out with Regal carrying them as he medics came in and their shouting would normally bother me but it was all fading away. I was loosing my grip of reality, of life.

Then...

Nothing...

_Prowl...Forgive me..._

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Darkness...Nothing...

That was all that I could see, hear, and even feel...Was this death? Was this where I would spend all eternity? Was I not worthy of either the Well of Allsparks or even the infernal Pits?

I couldn't move, I couldn't even feel fear or anything, it was like my very spark was frozen. So I just stared up into the nothingness and blackness. My memories seemed to just flow past me like a energon river, yet I felt nothing as they passed not even when I remembered the moments I had with Prowl. Sure those memories came with emotions that I had felt THEN but I didn't feel anything NOW.

What is this place?

Limbo

What?

This is what is called Limbo my daughter. The place between life and death, a place that those who are mortally wounded can spend all eternity wandering, not exactly alive, or dead, until they finally choose...

Choose? But...I am dead aren't I? Offline?

No, You were very close until I brought you here. Your job isn't done yet, you need to stay around longer my daughter.

Job? Being an enforcer?

No, something even greater that has yet to come

I don't understand, and why are you calling me your daughter? My creators have been long dead...

You will understand everything in time my child...But now, you must, wake up

WAIT!

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When I woke up I didn't even feel pain, just a VERY dull ache and soreness. The medics had been shocked that not only I had near instantly stabilized but my mortal wounds have miraculously healed to the point I could be moved to a different room and I didn't even need spark support anymore. When they asked me if I knew anything about it I answered truthfully

I had no clue.

But after asking and even begging at one point I asked them not to tell anyone about this event, just getting a bad feeling of what would happen if anybot found out about it. Thankfully they had the report sealed away that no one without BOTH councilor AND Prime status could get into it and while it did raise a few optic ridges if anybot ever found my medical file I planned to never get noticed or seen by anybot that would have the power to question me about it or try and force me to tell them why it was there.

When I was ready for visitors I was both surprised and not about who was the first through that door.

Regal...My boss...

I had thought, and hopped a little that Prowl would be first but I had the feeling that Regal forced him to hold back so he could talk to me first. Chief of Enforcers seems to get dibs on visiting a injured cop from a large bust like the one we pulled.

First thing we talked about was the bust itself. It seems that we caught and cuffed several hundred high end criminals that were from all over Cybertron and almost a thousand of their 'grunts' and underlings that had come along with them for protection, muscle, or whatever else they needed for after the auction. And a few thousand would be, and current slaves that were in the arena and the building itself from almost newsparked sparklings to bots nearly old as Alpha Trion himself in Iacon.

And almost half of them were dead, killed by each other, their owners or by themselves in attempts to free themselves or get away from their tormented existence.

And the news hurt me and relieved me of the torment and worry I had felt in my spark wanting to know about those who had been trapped with me and those who needed to face justice for what they had done to their fellow Cybertronians. Regal comforted me by saying they were rehabilitating those who survived and getting them back to where they belonged and to their families. And for those who did not survive they would be identified and given the proper respects that they deserved. And those who caused all this?

Well...They weren't going to get away from this, no matter how many 'friends' they had up top in the upper castes.

Soon the second subject of our talks came up

The kits...Sparklings I had a guardian bond to...

The yellow and black one, whose designation was Bumblebee, his creators were in Iacon and they were eager for their sparklings return, however this would cause our fledgeling bond with each other to either shatter or be dormant for a very long time. But I did not mind this, the kit belonged with his parents and his home. Not with me, who lived basically a lie everytime I transformed into this form. So I had been given my small personal time with him one last time before he was taken away and I faced the semi-small pain of the guardian bond breaking as he left Praxuss'es borders. I gave him a silent blessing I had heard once for him to survive and live a happy life.

The other sparkling was different though.

The mostly grey and blue sparkling was called Bluestreak, it turns out he was a orphan that had been snatched right out of the youth sector by a traitorous bot who worked in the sector-he was arrested-and from what they could tell didn't even have a caste, he was just one sparkling out on his own. Now normally to Cybertron's law he would have been taken up as my charge fully thanks to the bond. But with Sirensong's accurate threat and my daily job I could not care for him. The best I could do was visit him in the Youth Sectors and let him recharge and sometimes recharge in a unit that I lived in. Which technically I did not have. But he would mostly stay in the Youth Sector.

I can only hope to do right by him when he needed me. I have never had kits so this would be new to me.

The third thing that we talked about was my job.

I absolutely refused to be awarded a medal or anything of the sort, saying that I had only been doing my job and that I should not be given a award for such a thing when it was my duty to do so. But it seems that I was still getting a promotion or two, even though I tried to deny it and refuse several times Regal just wouldn't give up about it. And apparently I have been promoted for a few cycles now and have been getting paid for those cycles with the upgraded check. So I had more than enough to buy a housing unit-I never needed credits before now so I was almost as wealthy as a minor noble by now-and stuff for myself and Bluestreak for when he is there.

Also it seems I am on medical leave then a LONG vacation, seeing as I have never used up and even worked overtime several times I am not to work or even think about coming in for awhile. This will give me time to 'relax' and get to know my charge and be a 'normal' femme as I go house shopping and stuff that a normal and young, beautiful femme should do

Regal's words not mine.

Also it seems that when I'm cleared from this place fully Regal still wants to take me to Iacon, saying that there were a bunch of bots that I should REALLY meet and talk to. He seemed happy about the idea of meeting them but I do not know why yet, he just tells me I would understand once I meet them. It seems he plans to take Prowl with us as well and said I could bring Bluestreak with me. I can only wonder and guess what it was about.

After we finished talking he finally left and my remaining kit was allowed in to see me. To which he instantly rushed over to my berth, climbed on and clung to my chestplates crying. It was then my instincts took over, I began to give a deep sounding purr and coo rubbing his trembling doorwings and soothing him over the growing bond. Assuring him that I was alright and that I would not abandon him for anything. He was my charge now, my kit...

And it seems while I was out of it both he and Prowl refused to leave my side. And Prowl seemed to have taken care of his basic and emotional needs, while it would have surprised most it didn't surprise me. Prowl may see, cold-sparked and dronish with his 'love' of logic he loved sparklings and would care for them like they were his own. And it also seems Bluestreak has taken on a bit of hero worship for Prowl, after Jazz and Regal told him many stories of his 'heroic' deeds and they were...Fantasized a bit about his several cases that 'saved' Praxus.

The kit stayed with me as Jazz visited me and we chatted like any other duo of litter-mates with one in the med bay recovering from near death. He also discreetly told me not to worry about Prowl finding out about my true form and this one being connected. He had refused to leave the med bay for anything but getting energon from the rec room in the building. So he didn't notice his 'pet' not returning home since I had been hurt.

And finally...Prowl was allowed in to see us. Since my kit refused to leave me right now.

I do not know how long we talked, nor could I remember what it is everything we talked about but it seems that both he and even Smokescreen have come to see me, the eldest wanting to meet the femme that his younger one was so worried about and fretted over. After watching them interact with my kit and how much he enjoyed being with them I have given them secondary guardian status over my kit. Either of them could sign Blue out of the Youth Sector and care for him if I couldn't or wasn't able to. Blue was so happy about that he hugged my neck cables and thanked me over and over gain until Smokescreen had to pry him away so he didn't choke me and both swore that they would care for Blue like he was their brother. To which I have little doubt they would break.

Then I learned about what happened to Barricade...My secondary litter-mate...

He had nearly killed Sirensong and assaulted several of his fellow enforcers and even Regal himself. He had been dishonorably discharged and even banished to Kaon after all the damage he did after his discharge due to sheer rage. He was gone.

It hurt at first, but when I had heard all that he had done I had concluded that the Barricade I knew and called brother in my spark was gone, this new one was nothing but a rage and violent filled shell that only looked like him. This caused the pain to lessen, but it was still there.

It would always be there it seems.

But it also seems that with my promotion I would be taking over as Prowl's partner and fellow detective on the force...

I feel like Regal planned this somehow, how or why I'm not sure...

The cycles seemed to blur together again as we, myself and Blue, waited for the clearance of myself out of this place. We looked at several housing units together, I figured since he would live there with me on occasion he deserved to help pick it out with me. And we agreed on one semi close to Prowl's near the Garden's and the Youth Sector. I was slightly big for just the two of us but I easily had enough credits to buy it and get furnishings for it that we also picked out for the home and even get them assembled and professionally put in. And all of this was done before I was cleared thanks to my new comm and my large amount of credits that I have only just now used.

There was one thing I had put my pede down when Blue asked for it and I said no.

We were not getting a glitchhound.

NEVER...

As my kit pouted I could only wonder what was going to happen when I was cleared and we eventually went to Iacon with Regal...

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**And done! Finally! I hoped you all like this update! And I promise to update my other stories soon and it won't take another year to do so, I swear on the allspark! well, time for me to end this chapter before my laptop battery dies, you all know what to do after you read so this is Shimmering Dawnstar signing off!**

**-Till all are one- **


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