The war drags on. Everyone is getting tired and weary, even Optimus. He sometimes snaps at his warriors, but immediately apologizes after and rubs his helm. Always in the same spot. Probably suffering from a helm ache. I'm a medic. I notice these things.

I was also able to notice a pregnancy among the ranks before she could. Before anyone could. In my excitement over a new sparkling, a neglected to tell anyone before...it happened.

She was determined to fill out her duties of the day. She had to protect Alpha Post 2, and the Decepticons were invading. She fought bravely. Three others went down before I was called. When I got there, I watched her take a shot to the spark. She fell in my arms and I laid her down. She wasn't going to make it.

It was a sloppy operation, but after locating her gestation tank and noting its bulging sides, I slit it open and out spilled the baby, underdeveloped and unable to live without its mother.

Optimus screamed at me to get down. One of the Seekers was opening fire down at me, even though I clearly bore the medics' mark. I was not to be shot at or harmed, said the agreement between Prime and warlord. Seekers were not the greatest at following instructions.

I laid flat, hiding the infant in my servos I pressed against my chest. Even though I did my best to protect her, grit and dirt peppered her thin protoform.

Optimus continued to scream at me. He jerked me to my feet and stared down at the sparkling. He narrowed his optics, but he trusted me. He let me keep it.

This journal will no longer focus on the war, but rather my experiment. If I can get this sparkling to live...if I can get it to walk and speak and fight...we may have solved our low rank problem.

I could be a hero.

I keep it in a vase of Energon. I test it, do fifty percent changes, and I watch it twitch, just subtly. I do not know how well it develops. Every day, it seems as though nothing changes, even as days turn to weeks. The only notable change is that her winglets are now wings. Full-fledged Seeker wings, if underdeveloped. Powerglide confirmed my suspicion. Now, Seekerlings take less time to produce. When they are born, they actually are rather underdeveloped. But this sparkling defies everything. She has not grown even an inch and Seekerlings are dropping left and right only to die where they lay, still blue from being in their carrier.

It's not fair. What am I doing wrong?

It has now been years since I found the sparkling. No change. Optimus takes her into his office every so often to gaze at her and to talk to her, even though her audios are premature. He doesn't understand. No one understands. She should never have been born. I should have left her. Now she is cursed to lay in that vase for the rest of time, never to walk, never to speak, never to experience life.

This is the sparkling Primus forgot.

I will abandon her to Optimus in the hopes that she passes quietly.

- Excerpts taken from the Journal of Sketch, presumed dead at the Iacon mental institute. No other records of the sparkling exist, and there is no body of it to be found. These are quite possibly ravings of a mad man and should not be taken seriously

~From the Author~

Hey, guys! Guess you weren't expecting to see me! Well, here's my new story, I hope you like it. Still got some writer's block, but it's leaving and I'm getting really excited to introduce a new OC. She's just a baby, so don't frighten her. ;) Don't hate me, just hate my choices 3 Thanks for sticking around. I hope to have another chapter up real soon. Prime627 back and out for tonight /only/.