ETA: LJ keeps messing with formatting today

Knock Out watched the flower intently. He could see it's tiny shivers, petals dancing to a non-existing breeze. Yet, no gust of air would break through the thick glass of his Garden of Beauty.

Only a sun shone through bathing all of his flowers in light, making them grow.

Knock Out always appreciated the artistry of flowers.

When he had learned about this particular species during his countless voyages he couldn't help but search for the flower just for him.

He had found it growing on the top of derelict building of some dead planet. A tiny bit of soil, even tinier bit of solar radiation and yet the flower strove to grow. Fragile yet strong, it faced fickle decrees of fate.

It was the one.

By the time Knock Out had carried it to his garden, it already sprouted a bud, iridescent leaves curling around it, protecting their treasure.

Today, it's blue and red petals glistened with metallic shine as it sat humbly in a far corner of the Garden of Beauty.

But the flower itself was not all that Knock Out thrived to have in his garden. Each of the flowers was home to a being so small it would fit into palm of his hand and said to be such grace that other' beauty faded beside it.

He had many flowers, the most striking ones from gardens all over known universe. The flowers of the Rankor planes, deadly Graciens that fed on whoever got tangled in their tendrils, He had the singing flowers of Durun, a little gift for being his Lord's loyal medic. He had the crystal flowers of Vos and green Eyes of Cynee and Now he had the Child of Stars.

One about to bloom just before his optics.

He had waited long, visiting the flower, attending to it with utmost care. He had caressed the petals with barest of touches, it's color, texture and size changing every cycle.

And now it was ready, the tiny creature moving restlessly inside it's flowery home.

Anticipation coiled under his plating twisting the fuel lines.

As he watched, the outer petals parted and drew apart unveiling the corolla of smaller petals underneath and when those too parted he inhaled the air as they revealed their treasure, alluring scent filling his sensors

Between sparkling petals, on a silvery soft capitulum laid a mech, tiniest Knock Out ever saw. His silvery winglets hugged close to his body.

The tiny mech opened his eyes; bright, blue optics flashed online and looked around. Spotting Knock Out he stared at the red mech.

When the tiny being sat up the winglets straightened and fluttered gently.

"You cared for my flower" The silent voice reached Knock Out audios. The medic exhaled and nodded smiling gently.

"Yes I did."

The small mech smiled back. He jumped up and as the wings fluttered in the air as he flew up and up until he reached Knock Out's optics.

"Then you shall be my gardener." The mech touched his lips to Knock Out's nasal ridge.

"Then your name will be Optimus."

It was said the Child of Stars gave life to most beautiful beings in the universe, but as said universe was wide and long no one ever mentioned that that it morphed according to the gardener's ideal of beauty.