The Spark that Saved Me

(I do not own any idea of transformers made by Hasbro Company but i do own my OCs. Again I do not own any idea of Transformers.)

Warning: Blood, Abuse, Cursing, Gorey..
/You have been warn\

August 13.

Most people it would be the first day of school.
People going to work.
Teenagers going to the movie discount at the old drive in.

Sounds like a nice fall morning, No troubles..well..
Except for me.
That the day I lost both of my legs and met my newborn son. I was in a hospital for a long while.
I don't know who my son's father is but all I know that at base. It wasn't easy.

My commander that day introduce me to the an leader to an alien race, Optimus Prime, who fights to protect us human with his Autobots. Him and his medic were both impress with my work because I took out a bot by myself. The medic named Ratchet gave me something...

Something I owe him for...

My legs.

I can walk, run,skip, dance, and sit. I feel great!

But...

With this tech on me. I became a target because of it. Official relocated with the Autobots and having to deal with new problems...

Some...that could kill me.