Hiya! Now, I've read plenty of Transformers-turned-sparkling stories, and it struck something in me. It's always fragging Optimus, or Ironhide, or someone important to the gang. On ONE occasion was it actually MIRAGE the one who turned into a sparkling. My favourite guy is Mirage. So, I decided that I was going to write a series of stories based on the whole premise of Transformers-turned-sparkling stories. Book One, is Mirage.

Reason: Weapon Malfunction

Sparklings 1: Mirage

Chapter One: Priorities

Starscream groaned. Now what was he supposed to do? All he wanted was to just test out his new toy- a photon cannon- and then that stupid Autobutt got in the way. He couldn't let Megatron find out about this, because the photon cannon ended up not even harming the AutoBot, but relatively... affected him in some strange new way.

He then knew what to do with it.

- - - -

After much testing, he found out the important details. He wrote it down on a data pad, and then he got ready to leave. Placing the important part of the package in his cockpit before taking off, he inwardly groaned as he headed towards the Ark. The package would move unexpectedly, or suck on something. Starscream couldn't wait to get rid of this thing.

As soon as he arrived, Starscream thanked Primus the trip was over. He transformed, carefully held the package, and subspaced the datapad. He placed the bundle on the ground and the datapad next to it, then dashed off before any AutoBot could see him.

Hopefully... Megatron wouldn't ask.

- - - -

Jazz was not in a good mood. No siree. Only just this morning, he had an argument with that stuck-up rich bot who probably got pampered. Mirage and him? Sure, they could got along... most of the time... but still! That didn't mean they agreed on everything.

Today's argument, he didn't even remember. As far as he was concerned, it was probably over Iacon, since Mirage hadn't shown his face yet. He had just asked Optimus if he could head out to search for him - since he was the main reason the stuck-up rich bot had left - and to go apologize. Optimus had agreed, mainly because the argument happened in the morning... and it was now almost midnight.

So now, Jazz was here, heading through the hallways towards the entrance of the base. He had passed by Hound, who confirmed the argument was about Iacon.

"Hey Hound, this question may sound a little stupid... but was that argument me and Mirage had this morning about Iacon?"

"That's right, Jazz. I remember that argument like it happened only a nanosecond ago. You said that Iacon was just a base to you. You said this because Mirage stated he couldn't wait to go back. You said you preferred Earth."

"Primus... so that must have hit him hard, then, huh?"

"Probably! He stormed out of the Rec Room. According to Red, you were the last mech to see him. He's got no idea where Mirage went."

By Prowl, who he told why he was leaving,

"Where are you going, Jazz?"

"Going to go and find Mirage, who's been missing all day! You see, we had a slight disagreement on the state of bases and planets. Mirage just took it all personally."

Ad by Cliffjumper, who decided to say that he didn't care whether or not Mirage was found. Jazz just called the minicon an idiot.

"Don't care what happens to the guy. Mirage is a traitor. Deal with it."

"Idiot." THWACK!

"OW!"

As soon as he left the base, Jazz had missed the whimpering little package on the ground. In fact... he almost tripped on it.

"What the-?" Jazz looked behind him, and then quickly rubbed his visor to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Before him, wrapped in a little blue blanket, was a little blue and white sparkling with gold optics. "Mirage?"

The sparkling looked at him, whimpering. A little sniffle was his response.

Jazz instinctively picked up the sparkling Mirage, and listened to his little whimpers as he picked up the datapad that had fallen. "What happened to you...?" He quickly read it, not quite believe it.

"Starscream actually cares for your well-being...?"

Mirage only hiccuped.

Jazz sighed and shook his head. "This is all my fault... well... Let's get you the 'Hatchet!" Jazz stood up, and walked back in. He held the wrapped up Mirage close as he walked by Cliffjumper, now on the ground holding his head, and stopped by Prowl, who had lifted a single optic ridge.

"That was fast. Did you find him?"

Jazz nodded. "You're not going to like it... and neither is Ratchet..." He quickly held the bundle that was Mirage even closer.

Prowl's optic ridge raised even higher in question. "He didn't get himself killed, did he? According to information that Hound told us... the last time any mech or femme saw Mirage actually consume Energon in the rec room... was little more than three weeks ago. After that, he just stopped."

"No, no... it's nothing like that..." Jazz assured, now understanding why the little sparkling Mirage was whimpering. "You see... Starscream has this photon cannon... and he... wanted to test it out on this rock... right? Well, anyways... Mirage kinda... sorta... got in the way..."

Prowl was looking terrified. "He got shot with a photon cannon?! Then, that means he's dead!"

"Good!" chimed Cliffjumper's voice from nowhere.

Jazz growled and turned towards the body of Cliffjumper, still on the ground. "Shut UP, Cliffjumper!" He quickly turned back towards Prowl, and shook his free hand wildly. "No, no, no, no, no, no! He didn't! He's perfectly fine!"

"This is a PHOTON CANNON we're speaking of, here, Jazz!" Prowl argued. "If Mirage got shot with one, then he's better off dead."

Jazz's free hand rubbed the back of his head. "No, he's fine. See, there was a wiring problem with the Photon Cannon! A completely unexpected turn back!"

Prowl calmed down and went back to raising a single optic ridge. "You're point being...?"

"See this bundle?" Jazz asked, gesturing to said bundle that was still making noises.

Prowl only stared at it suspiciously. He then recoiled and inched away when Jazz stuffed it in his face. "By the AllSpark of Primus! What is that thing?!"

Jazz only chuckled at Prowl's reaction. "This, my friend, is our resident rich-bot crybaby, and I need to get him to the 'Hatchet before anyone realizes what happened. Wanna help?"

"Not really..." was Prowl's reply.

"Well, too bad," Jazz stated. He repositioned the whimpering Mirage back into his arms with the datapad, and then grabbed Prowl's hand with his free one. "We're going on a trip!"