Queen's Notes: I own Transformers not at all. Nor, do I own anything that isn't mine (Duh!) I DO how ever own Tallen and all the Powercons that I made up. Flashback and Shadowfax belong to them selves.

This story is from Spellbinder's POV, I will alternate between the different POVs of the Powercons depending on the story. Let me know if you people like this saga! I LLOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEEE feedback! And Flames are fun to laugh at too, before I give them to a friend to burn.

And on a side note: I say thanks Juu-Chan for being my beta reader! (gives her a glomp and some ice cream)

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Spellbinding

By, Omicron the Ice Queen

"AHHRRRR! If Tremor doesn't kill him, I will!" I growled jumping up to the Autobot-sized computer console. Flashback gave me an understanding look as she leaned back, legs dangling over the edge of our console. I was in one of the two wreck-rooms in the base, it was large, orange and in dire need of some paint.

"Shadowfax still drooling at our resident earthquaker?" She smiled. I huffed and plunked down beside her. Flashback had a brown and gray owl for a beast mode. While in bot mode, the head was on her chest and her wings on her back. She was armed with a time staff (though she hasn't got a clue how to use it yet) that was equipped with a spear and a boomerang.

"That my friend is a understatement." I glanced around, spotting the newest Powercon, what was her name again? Oh, right, Tallen. I wonder if she'll adjust…

Flashback followed my gaze, "She's doing fine."

I turned my head and gave my Second a flat look, "Stop reading my mind."

"HAH! I wouldn't want to go any where NEAR your mind. Even if I could read it!" Flash' swatted me then ruffled my feathers. Yeah you heard me FEATHERS! I'm a griffon I have feathers and fur.

Unlike Flashback here, I haven't gotten the hang of the whole transforming thing. Lords, I don't even think I CAN transform let a lone get the hang of it!

"So…is Jazz still trying to get you to transform?" The time elemental asked, giving me a sidelong look; as I stretched out my fore paws in front of me as I laid down.

"Frag! How in the Pit do you keep doing that!" I stared at her like she grew another wing, on her head.

"'Binder, I've know you for years before we came here." She pointed down at the console, meaning Cybertron.

"…" Okay the owl had a point. I puffed out my feathers and looked back to the 'tag' game going on, at this point a few Autobot's were starting to join in and…oh-slag!

"ACK!" Flashback fell over backwards as I sprang to all fours.

"TREMOR! Six-o-clock!" I yelled and the earthmover spun on her heels and whacked Shadowfax to the other side of the wreck room; which, was real good considering it was large, even for Autobot standards.

Like Shadowfax, Flash' and I, Tremor was one of the first Powercons. The four of us somehow became the acting commanders; I'm really not sure how that happened.

Tremor waved her large claws in a 'thanks for the warning' way. I raised a wing in return.

Tremor, now there's someone you didn't want to get mad. She was tallest of us and had heavy armor that was brown and tan colors, but no wings. She was the strongest, physically, then any other Powercon present. Tremor had a battle mask that was fused into her helmet with two spiked 'ears' on either side of it. The earth dragon didn't have hands like us though; they were more like two well-built and enormous claws (nearly two feet!) and three little claw-like fingers under the bigger ones. Spikes were almost on every piece of her armor.

Flat out, Tremor was 100 warrior through and through. She both knew and LOVED it. Like Flashback and Shadowfax, she could transform form beast to bot.

Am I the only one here who can't? Well, alright, I admit I'm not the only one who can't transform, half of my Powercons can't. Either they just don't know how or they're a hybrid of sorts.

Shadow' jumped up and shook himself under that cloak thing of his, I think he looks like a ninja or some thing with it on. I don't know what he looks like under it; he NEVER takes it off! All you can see is three-towed cat-like feet and a black tail. Shadowfax is an elemental of shadows; he lives in them, sleeps in them and does Primus-only-knows-what-else in them...

((Prowl to Spellbinder.))

Huffing again I clicked on my COM as I watched Tallen stole the 'tag ball' from some one and took off like her stripes were on fire, "'Binder here."

((Please come to the briefing room, we would like your advice on some matters.)) The tactician said.

"Yeah, sure I'll be there in a few." I ended the link then inclined my head at the chaos below; a few Autobots were playing now! "Think you can handle all that?" I asked Flashback.

"If you can handle being the Powercon Commander, I can handle ten hyper Powers." She grinned.

"How I became the commander I shall never know." I muttered taking to the air.

"IT'S 'CAUSE NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO BE!" Flashback yelled. I rolled my eyes thinking she just might be right.

Some odd minutes latter I trotted into the unadorned briefing room and craned my neck back to look up at the Autobots. "What's up? 'Sides all of you?"

Jazz, true to form, grinned, "We're tryin' to get a battle plan up and runnin'!" he motioned to the other officers; Prime, Ratchet, Redalert, Prowl, Wheeljack, Ironhide, Blaster and Perceptor.

I inclined my head to Prime before jumping up onto Wheeljack's empty chair, then to the table that was almost completely covered with data pads and reports, from medical to Decepticon activity. I looked a the closest one, "Oh, ouch." I winced. "I hope Hound's alright." I looked over to Ratchet.

"Yes, he's fine. Though I should weld him to the floor…" The CMO growled, glancing at me then turned to Ironhide, "Sit down before you fall down!"

Snickering I looked back to Wheeljack's copy of the medical report to read over. Then one of hardest problems in my life made itself known. Trying to push that stupid button to scroll down, true this was an Autobot sized pad; but, have you ever tried to push any kind of button with paws? It was times like this I really hate not having hands…

I tried again to hit the right button; but, succeeded only in turning the thing off. Sitting back, and trying not to just bite the pad, I looked up at the watching Autobots. A few were snickering.

"Ha, ha very funny, now shut up before I bite you." I glared.

Jazz grinned more, "Be nice 'Binder."

"Here," Wheeljack helped me with the pad as every one took their seats; Prime was at the head of the table with Ironhide, Blaster, Jazz and Redalert on his left, and Prowl, Ratchet Wheeljack and Perceptor on his right. I sat in front of Wheeljack on the table so I could just walk across it to get to Jazz if needed.

Redalert started the meeting like he always does. After we covered security Ratchet started telling us he needed more supplies if he was expected to keep everyone here functioning, if we all kept blowing our selves up. At which point he glared at Ironhide.

Had it been possible I would have grinned, as the two got into a minor argument over that. Wheeljack chuckled and scratched my head just behind the ears.

I didn't even know I started purring until Jazz looked over and beamed, "See?" He glanced at the others, "Binder does let others touch her."

Ratchet snorted, "'Jack's just lucky."

"I believe its just a matter of earning her respect." Perceptor commented and reached over.

Now I really didn't mean to do what happened next but instinct took over. Opening my eyes I growled and took a swipe at P out stretched hand, which he jerked back.

"See? Wheeljack's just lucky." Ratchet smirked.

I blinked, "Wha…?" Perceptor was holding his hand and frowning. "Ah, slag. Sorry man."

"Hey, 'Binder!" Blaster leaned forward, "Why do ya' only let Jazz, Prowl and Wheeljack come near ya'?" he asked.

"Why's that any of your business?" I glared. I know why I won't let any one touch me, so does Jazz and Prowl. Wheeljack might have an idea; but, this matter doesn't concern the others.

"That's enough." Optimus Prime interjected, "Ironhide, what's the static of the Earth bound Autobots?" Smart guy that Prime is, this was a sensitive subject with me.

The rest of the meeting went on, I had to make sure any and all plans that involved my Powercons were sensible and wouldn't stress them or their Autobot partners. Especially if they had to fuse together in said plans.

Fusing.

Now there was something unlike anything else. If you never fused with an Autobot (and I'm sure you haven't), you're missing out on one of the wildest things in the known universes. Yet, dissolving into energy then merging with your partner is kind of scary. When a Powercon does this, we give our partner a considerable power boost as well as new armor and weapons. That's why both the Autobots and Decepticons want us so bad.

I looked over at Jazz, Primus I'm glad he and Skyfire found me before Starscream did. Poor Storm, she's trapped in the Decepticon base and far too loyal to the Air Commander.

"Meeting adjourned" Prime declared.

"'Binder," Jazz said reaching over the table offering an outstretched hand, "Time ta' crash."

YES! Our shift is OVER!

Rubbing Wheeljack's hand with the side of my head in quick thanks, I leapt onto my Autobot's wrist, to his forearm and then up to his shoulders where I laid down behind his neck. You would not believe how much it took Jazz to get me up here the first time just to sit. It's weird, now it's like I always liked it up here. That and Jazz was my Autobot, no one, not ever Flashback, was allowed up here. We griffons are very territorial you know.

Jazz grinned and walked out of the briefing room with Prowl. Once out of earshot of the others he half turned to the tactician, "You off you're shift too, right?"

"Yes." Prowl nodded.

Once again Jazz beamed as he grabbed the other bot's hand and dragged him to our shared quarters. "Great! I just got some new music and I wanted to share it with ya'."

Prowl managed to free his hand and stopped, "I appreciate the offer Jazz but," he paused looking at me.

"But what?" Jazz asked, tilting his head to the side.

"He's afraid I'll bite him." I sighed. Getting to my feet I jumped the distance between Jazz and the tactician and curled around the back of his neck, just like I do with Jazz.

"You wouldn't do that!" Jazz eyed me. I rested my head on my paws as Prowl sighed.

"No, she wouldn't." He reached up and scratched my ears.

"Why would I harm the one my Autobot has feelings for?" I asked, then chuckled at the embarrassed looks of the two bots. Jazz recovered first and led us to our room. "And when are you going to stop being stubborn?" I asked Prowl, "We're waiting for you to come to your senses and move in with us."

Wow. I just managed to make Prowl blush, as best as a transformer could that is.

"Spellbinder-" the tactician started but was cut off by the Porsche.

"You know she's right." Jazz pulled Prowl (and me) into our quarters; "Powercons do, after all, echo what their Autobot's feel." he smiled.

I rolled me eyes, "Except, I don't want to-HEY!" Prowl cut me off by picking me up and setting me down on Jazz's desk, he then sat himself down on the chair by it. I huffed an fluffed out my mane as Jazz put some CD into the player. I flew up to my shelf on the other side of the room and settled down with my head on my fore paws. I fell asleep listening to the two's voices after awhile.

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Queen's note: Alright lets here it! 3, 2, 1! "Aaawww!" Yes I put in a little Jazz/Prowl fluffy-ness in the last part. Any ways, I think I'm going to write the stories in this saga in sets of three, that is three fics from one Powercon, or Autobot's POV. Yep, I like that idea. Next fic you get to see all the chaos poor Spellbinder has to put up with by being the Powercon Commander.

Added note: I love to make my Powercons characters, but I'm in a rut right now and I'm going to need a bunch of them soon. So, if you happened to be interested in being one, please e-mail me. You might be a guest star…

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