Hotshot: Something I got started on not too long ago. I know, Creacons are like Pokemon but hey, what can I say, I like somehow combining fandoms together some how. Anyways, hope you all will enjoy!

Summary: Creacon, a type of cybertronian thats tehcno-organic and was thought to be extinct...until now.
Pairings: Ironhide/Ratchet, Eventual Arcee/OC, a few others.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, death

Transformers Prime
Eternal Flame
Prologue

Destroyed Youth Centers, Barfox

*NO PROV*

Ratchet walked through the destroyed streets of Barfox, heading to the youth centers. The once, proud buildings that lined the streets were nothing but rubble now. Smoke rose up to the darkened sky, coiling with each other. None of this bothered him at all though. He had seen this all before in the other cities that had been ravaged by the Decepticons. What did bother him though is what he'll see at the youth centers. No matter how many times he has seen the carnage, it still horrified him that not even sparklings were safe.

He turned the corner and the sight he was met with tore at his spark.

The centers were demolished, and the rubble was spilled across the ground. Small, greying bodies were scattered all over. Ratchet took a deep breath before starting to look through the rubble, hoping to find at least one survivor. When he didn't find any, he sighed and started to walk away when something caught his optic. He could see a light flickering through a opening of a rubble pile. He slowly walked over and shifted some of the rubble away before taking a look and what he saw made his spark stop.

Laying there, in a half-destroyed cradle, laid a creature that he would have only seen in history pads and such. Its scales were orange and its underbelly were a yellow color. It had a flame burning on the tip of its tail, flickering faintly.

This thing was called a Creacon, a type of techno-organic cybertronians that used to walk on Cybertron until they went extinct. There were many different types, such as one having been able to live underwater, if need be, and being a turtle and so on. Unlike bots like Ratchet, the Creacon's secondary form was their robot form.

The small thing opened its eyes and Ratchet found himself staring into the most innocent red eyes he ever seen. It stared up at him for a moment before letting out a weak cry. Ratchet carefully lifted it up and brought it to his chest and the thing nuzzled into it slightly. He carefully brushed his fingertips against the little head before starting to walk away. He walked to the rendezvous point and saw that he was the only one there, so he waited for others. it didn't take long as Optimus was the first to arrive and transformed.

"Ratchet, did you find anything?" Optimus asked as he walked up to the other.

"It seems I have." the old mech replied before showing the sparkling. Optimus' optics widened once he saw the small sparkling.

"Is that…?"

"Yes, I found it at the youth center, it was the only one to survive." Ratchet gently stroke its back soothingly when it started to fidget. It was at that time when a red mech walked up to them, his blue optics looking for the source of the flickering glow that he was seeing.

"Hey Ratch, what ya got there?" he asked in a slight southern accent. Ratchet slowly turned around to show him, causing his jaw to drop.

"Well Ah'll be. Ya found a Creacon!"

"Yes, an orphaned one as well. I found it at the youth centers."

The sparkling spoke up with a cry and a whimper, shifting in Ratchet's hand. He looked down at it and stroke a finger down its back. The touch quiet the small being before it opened its eyes. It cocked it's head up before its eyes met Ratchet's optics.

"Cute little thing isn't it?" Ironhide hummed as he walked closer.

The small creature gave out a weak cry before nudging Ratchet's chest, making him eye it. It started to scratch now before letting out a frustrated cry.

"It appears Ratchet." Optimus rumbled. "That it wants to bond with you, so you can be its creator. Before you protest old friend, you had always wanted another sparkling of your own. Yes, you had Crosshairs but he is all grown up now, and we both knew that after having him, you weren't be able to have new ones because of your condition."

"Optimus…" Ratchet looked down at the small thing before looking at Ironhide.

"Ah say let's go for it." Ironhide told his bondmate.

"Alright alright." Ratchet opened his chestplates, revealing a pure blue spark with a tint of dark grey. Once the creature saw this, it's chestplates automatically opened, revealing its own spark which was a bright orange color. Once the chestplates were finished shifting, the orange spark eagerly jumped and latched onto Ratchet's, the two bonding. While their sparks were in the process with bonding, Ratchet could see snippets of the smaller's memory flashing through his optics.

"Poor thing, abandoned." Sighed a white and violet femme that had an autobot symbol on her chest.

"Don't worry, we'll give her the best life we can." smiled her yellow and silver companion.

"Have you thought up of a name yet?" asked the yellow and silver femme.

"Not yet."

"Well we better hurry up then." the white and violet femme hummed before looking down at the creature. It- she- was laying on the floor, eyes closed and curled up. Silence hung in the air until she lifted her head and let out and sneeze and a small burst of flame exited out of her nostrils.

"That's it!" Grinned the white femme. "We'll name her Flameburst!"

"Flameburst?"

"What? it fits."

"Fine fine."

"Her name is Flameburst." Was the first thing that Ratchet said when he came out of his daze. He pulled the sparkling away and closed his chest plates before looking at Ironhide.

"Ah know Ah know, Mah turn." The red mech got closer and scooped the young sparkling from the other and opened his own chest plates. Within a few minutes Flameburst followed suit and the two bonded, making the bond between creators and sparkling complete.

"Autobots, back to base."