TFP: Alone

Prologue

A/N: The picture is supposed to be Legacy, but just the face. I  add some description in the writing that better explains what she looks like.

Legacy's P.O.V.

I stood in front of the large mirror of the washroom. My pale skin was shinning in the dim lighting after the cleaning it just got.

I brought my hand to my cheek and lightly grazed it with the tips of my finger.

I missed my hair. I was pretty much bald, although I could see that I had some growing. It was dark, like my human hair, but it had an almost blue tint to it. My eyes were like my Dad's. I was much shorter than my uncles. I only came up to their abdominal plating.

I start putting on the armor that was provided to me. Jolt explained to me that most Bots grew with their armor, but I wasn't created with my own armor. I put on the white helmet and I work my way down from there.

Cybertronians were very conservative so there was a lot of work to do in putting this armor on. Some of the plating was mismatch, but I wasn't too concerned with it. It was mostly blue and white but there were certain prices that were orange.

Jolt had scrounged this up from his med-bay. With so many Bots coming in and needing replacements, he had plenty of spare parts. Not all of it fit me like I would have liked it to, but it is was it is.

I had been staying with Jazz and Prowl. I hadn't heard anything from Dad since....

Tears welled up in my optics and I let out a small whimper as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Orion's limp form seemed to fall in slow motion and he hit the ground with a heavy thud. I cried with Dad as our bond was shredded.

It was like a gaping hole in my heart.

I watched as the man walked to my mother and he raised a gun to her head.

"I love you L-" She was cut off when we hear the sound of the radio.

"Silas, the Autobot is ahead of schedule! Retreat with my remaining specimen." A deep voice says.

"I have unfinished business." Silas growls.

"It is illogical to terminate her. I want my remaining specimen intact and I do not wish for it to be taken. Bring it back or you will suffer the consequences." The voice threatened. Silas cut the communication and roared as he ordered his men to move out.

"Mom!" I cry as I am hauled away by all these strange men. She didn't even flinch. She continued to look at Orion's body.

I angrily wiped the tears away and I walk out of the washroom and head to the lounge. Where I had taken up residence on the couch. It wasn't really even a couch. It was like a stretched out lump with a back. I reached into my pack and pulled out my datapad.

I open the screen and see the picture of Orion and I at the art museum. His unruly hair was sticking up in all directions and he had his arm slung across my shoulders, standing on his tippy toes because he was shorter than me.

I had an arm wrapped around his back and my hand was hooked on the back of his shoulder, pulling him into a side hug.

The tears streamed steadily down my cheeks again and I let them hit my armor with a plink. Mom was so scared. There was so much fear in her eyes...

Who was that man? Silas. Why? What did we do to deserve that?! I had so many questions that went unanswered by my uncles. Dad wasn't here to help me! Where was he?

Who was the mech that changed me into this? Silas was working with a former Decepticon. I intended on finding out who exactly.

I hug the datapad to my chest and I curl up on the couch, facing the back.

Smokescreen's P.O.V.

I speed past the green and black muscle cars and spin out on the gravel driveway. A black helicopter was flying off in the distance.

I slam on the brakes and active my holoform. I dash through the busted door.

"Primus..." I breath, looking at the bloody lump of fur by the stairs. Ellie's eyes were closed and blood matted her fur. I take a left into the living room and my spark stops.

"Orion..." I start to cry. I make my way over to him and roll my son onto his back. He had a hole in his cheek, with fresh blood still oozing out of it. 

His hair was flattened against his forehead, soaked with blood and his cheek was stained red.

"Oh Primus... My son." I pull him to my chest and rest my cheek on top of his head.

I open my eyes and I see Emma slumped on her side through the tears. She had an arm stretched out to the side that was covered in blood from the elbow down.

I gently set Orion down and I crawl over to Emma. I sweep some hair away from her face and I let out a sob.

"No... Emma! Sweetspark?! Please... Primus no." I let out a wail and lean over Emma's form, resting my hand on her cheek.

She had her eyes wide open and there were fresh tears running down her face. I brush the hair out of her face and I pull her into my lap, holding her close to my chest.

"Emma..." I hiccup.

"Smoke..." She breathes.

I let the tears run down my face as I stood over my family's grave.

Orion Hayes 5/8/14 - 2/18/24

Legacy Hayes 2/17/12 - 2/18/24

Emma Hayes 12/2/89 - 2/18/24

Spencer Hayes 9/12/85 - 2/18/24

The cover story is that a drug cartel was sending a message to local law enforcement. Fowler had the funeral yesterday, but I didn't go.

That fragger has my daughter. There's no telling what he was doing to her. The pain in my spark was killing me.

Emma stood next to me with her arms crossed and her head down. I reach a hand out to pull her into a hug, but she pulled away from me.

"Smokescreen, I need some time alone. I think we should take a break." She said emotionlessly. I drop my hand and clench my jaw.

"Okay." I say quietly. She walks away and heads out of the cemetery. I felt my spark clutch at losing another piece of my family. My wife.

There was a piece of my spark missing. And there was nothing other than having my family back that can remedy that.

I blocked the bond with my brothers and daughter not only so they don't feel my pain, but also because I want to be alone.

I had this constant wall up. It's been causing them pain I'm sure, but I can't deal with their anguish too.

A/N: So, when it's Smoke's P.O.V. That's before Legacy is found. Just wanted to clear that up.