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(I was scouring TF Wiki like the nerd I am, trying to get information on Transformers: Prime and I discovered that Josh Keaton voices Jack Darby and Arcee's murdered partner Tailgate. Brain suddenly went something like this: Jack Darby + Tailgate = same voice actor which obviously means: Reincarnation!... yeah. I don't get it either... Anyway, a big thanks to Star Fata for beta reading and sorting out my crummy grammar!)
The Spark had been floating around in the depths of space for nearly four vorns. Twisting and twirling through the stars, as it had since the frame that had once hosted it had died upon a giant planet, far from its current place in the cosmos. The Spark had a job to do and it had been delivered here by a messenger of Primus, orbiting a small planet covered in blue: shades of green, brown, red and yellow crossing the landmasses that peaked from the water.
Is it time yet? The Spark asked eagerly, the blob of light winking and flaring in excitement as it felt a celestial nudge, descending to the planet's surface in a powerful flash of light that would later be passed off as an unexpected solar flare.
Disorientated, the Spark bobbed in a startled circle beside a trough of organic flowers hanging from the seventh story of a hospital window listening to the cries of a woman in labour. The Spark, unseen, glittered as it peered through the leaves and petals into the room where a woman was struggling to bring a child into the world.
"Come on June," one of the Midwives smiled at the woman currently groaning in pain, leaning back into the bed as her husband winced at the death grip on his fingers. "Just a little more."
"Spark of the Cybertronian. Designation: Tailgate." A deep voice rumbled, unheard to everything but the hesitating Spark. "Come, your place is not here."
"Primus," the Spark chirred fearfully at the all-powerful being that had addressed him, still fixated on the woman beyond the window. "Please, let me see this."
"Very well." The God of the Transformer's rumbled, withdrawing from the Spark's consciousness to watch from his avatar's optics floating in plain sight, though never seen by those that lived on this world.
"One last push!" the Spark known once as Tailgate heard, zipping back to its viewing spot just a child was birthed in a mess of fluids and blood.
The child didn't cry as the midwife cut the cord attaching it to the mother, announcing it was a boy as the child gave a strangled wheeze. Everything paused for a split second, before the midwife was snapping orders.
"Quick! Get his airway cleared, Flo hook him up to a life monitor!"
"The child will not survive." Primus said invading the Spark's thoughts once more as it swayed to and fro in agitation. "Such is the way this world works."
"But it hasn't lived yet!" the distraught ball of light protested, flaring in defiance. "Primus! Please! Let the mechling live!"
"I cannot save it." Primus said a soothing tendril of holy energy caressing the Spark gently, watching in growing helplessness as the monitor now attached to the child flat lined, doctors scurrying wildly around it as the mother sobbed in horror, turning to hide her face in her husband's chest.
"Then I shall save it!" The Spark declared recklessly, diving forward through the glass window. Before Primus could stop him, the Spark was diving into the child's open mouth, the energy and light of the spirit once known as Tailgate, dissipating into every individual cell and blood vessel of the body of the fragile human Sparkling.
The child's pulse quickened and a loud wail rent through the room as Primus' avatar smiled proudly from his place outside the window, before departing into the cosmos once more, back to his frame hanging in the stars. Tailgate had made his choice, he was human now.
I am proud of you, youngling.
==Hours later==
"What'll you call him?" The midwife asked softly as June Darby finally got to hold her son after all bewildered doctors had checked him over, the baby yawned up his parents, nestling into his mother's bosom with a sigh that seemed far too weary for one barely a day old.
"Jackson," Mrs. Darby said with a smile kissing the fuzz upon her sons head. "Jackson Darby."
Within the child's heart, shielded by its muscle walls, the glimmer of a Cybertronian spark pulsed.