So this story is much different (I hope) then the others you might have read but I hope you enjoy it none the less. I'm pretty proud of it.

Edit: This chapter has now been edited by my new beta, the amazing Chistarpax. It's like a superhero title! :B


Chapter One: Into the World

Ratchet sighed heavily as he placed the last of his tools in the cabinet. It had been a long tiring orn at the clinic he worked at and he was not looking forward to the walk home. Granted he didn't live very far, but the area in which he did live in was not a particularly nice neighborhood. To many mechs and femmes starving for energon littered the streets and all one had to do is not pay attention to their surroundings to be caught by their filthy servos.

Picking up his med-kit, Ratchet left through the back door, making sure the clinic was locked up and the alarms on before heading towards an unusual rusted route surrounded by decrepit factory buildings long out of use and barren cyber-trees no longer bearing their crystal leaves. He took this path only because it was deserted by all except the occasional glitch-mouse.

He normally did not go this way, but Ratchet felt having a quiet walk was needed, even if it was a much longer way home.

Passing a rather large dune, he quickly stopped as something in the corner of his vision caught his attention. He turned around and headed boldly to see what had grabbed his attention. He stopped again as a white and grey object, about half the size of his forearm, rolled into his pedes. It was oval in shape, and he was surprised when his scanner picked up a large amount of heat coming from it as well as a pulsing that almost sounded like a spark beat.

Bending down, Ratchet gently picked the thing up to get a better scan. A red light enveloped it and sent readings to the medic that had his mouth opening in disbelief. It was organic in nature and from what he knew of organic things, this little white oval was an egg… a reproductive cell containing an unborn creature.

It was not uncommon knowledge that some bots—usually the higher ups— liked to import exotic organic species as pets. Sometimes, the more intelligent ones were used as servants and could be seen roaming the market places for their masters. Ratchet had met one or two before and they were shy but not unpleasant. Most of them were small, coming only to an average bots thigh so they kept mostly to the sides to avoid being squished.

Which is why it amazed Ratchet that such a thing was abandoned down here in the slums. It must have fallen from a transport of some sort and, if that was the case, he was even more surprised that it had survived.

But now that he had it, what was he to do with it?

Ratchet supposed he could take it to a vet that specialized in organics. They had a few clinics in Iacon and it would not take long to get there.

With that in mind he sent a message to his roommate and friend Wheeljack that he would not be home until much later so he would not worry, and headed to main area of Iacon.


It did not take long for Ratchet to reach the clinic. He looked up at the large expensively made veterinary building and sighed, the warm weight of the little egg nestled in one of his medical compartments was quite soothing. He was sure he would not get the best welcome when he entered the building as he did not look the part of a Towers mech. This place looked so high class he almost didn't want to enter.

But Primus he wasn't a coward and so, with an air of no nonsense, he walked forward as the sliding doors parted for him. His presence was not acknowledged right away, but when it was he was not at all surprised by a few small gasps. Of course these bots would be stunned by his appearance. He had scratches and dents from some of his rowdier patients and his dull red and white paint job was nothing compared to the shiny, optic stabbing ones of the rich.

He marched up to the front and gave a hard look to the little white and blue nurse working behind the counter, daring him to say something about him being here. The bot, whose nametag read Dipper, squeaked and dropped his datapad and pen.

"M-may I help you s-sir." He asked timidly. Ratchet lifted an eyebrow ridge before giving a rough laugh.

"Course kid," he took the egg from the compartment in his arm and showed it to the nurse, "I have this organic egg I'd like to get checked out. Can you slide me in for an appointment today?"

"Oh, l-let me check." Dipper turned to his console and typed in a few things. He took a second to read the holo-screen and pressed his finger to a line in the middle, with that done he returned his attention to Ratchet.

"We have a spot open in a joor. You can wait in the lobby." He told him, no longer stuttering. The medic smirked before leaving to go sit in the waiting area. Everyone looked at him. He didn't see a single lower looking bot anywhere. They were all fancy and finely painted and waxed. Some even had jewels engraved into their plating. They held various sized cages, each one with an organic inside. He couldn't get a very good look at them without getting in someone's space but he saw an occasional tail or hand sticking out. There were even a couple larger organics that were simply attached to a collar and leash.

Ratchet picked a spot further away from the others and sat down in the plush chair. He turned a nasty glare at the bots staring at him, "Don't you know staring is rude." He snapped, annoyed with them now and they hastily looked away.

A Joor later and Ratchet heard his name called. He looked to see Dipper beckoning him over. He followed him down a hall and the nurse motioned to a room that he was to go in. It was not too small, big enough to fit at least five or six bots. There was a medical berth, a counter with a sink and servo dryer. Attached to the wall was the holo console to check files. On the counter were several instruments he had never seen before. They were most likely specially made for organics, as their needs were different from a Cybertronians.

He sat down in a chair next to the berth and Dipper handed him a datapad.

"I need you to fill this out before the vet comes if you please." He said. Ratchet nodded and took the pad to begin placing his info. It only took him a moment and he handed it back to the nurse, who told him the vet would be with him soon and left.

Ratchet didn't wait long before a medium built mech with brownish-red, black and white plating and bright gold optics entered the room. He had three spikes on either side of his helm and two sharp looking doorwings jutting from his back. They were held casually and when the vet medic looked up he had an easygoing smile on his faceplates.

"Ah, hello. My name is Techron. Dipper has explained to me that you have an egg you wish for me to check."

"Yes. I found it by an abandoned factory." Ratchet said, removing the white egg from his medical compartment. He gently laid it on the exam berth.

He had not been expecting the gasp of surprise to come from the vet when he showed him his findings.

"Primus, I don't believe it." Techron muttered. He placed his datapad on the counter and approached the berth, a look of awe in his optics. He placed a servo on the hard shell, stroking it and looked up at Ratchet.

"Do you have any idea what you have found?" He asked. Ratchet snorted and shook his head.

"No, I don't. I believe that is why I came here."

"Of course, my apologies, I'm just shocked." He said, lifting the egg to just under the light from the ceiling. Ratchet could see the shadow of a form within the egg. It wiggled from the movement it was receiving and the egg shook.

And that's when it started to glow a bright orange and a small crack appeared on the shell.

"Oh dear!" the medic cried, alarming Ratchet. Was there something wrong with it? Techron scampered to the door and stuck his helm out.

"I need a tub of warm water and a heated blanket right now." He ordered. Ratchet could hear the commotion going on in the back and two femme nurses appeared with the requested items. They put down a round metal tub filled half way with water and next to it a folded blanket. Ratchet decided to speak up.

"What is going on!?" He demanded. The vet barley paid him a glance but he did respond.

"Your little egg is hatching." He said and dipped the egg into the heated clear water. The warmth of the bath seemed to encourage the little creature within to work harder. The shell continued to break apart, webbed cracks formed and allowed a bright red glow to peak through. A click later and a good sized piece chipped off. Ratchet watched in amazement as a little pink head and two arms emerged from the crimson gap, blue veins visible underneath its organic skin. Its eyes were sealed shut and it let out tiny cries as it continued to break the shell with Techron helping it along. Slime spilled out into the water as it fought its way out.

As soon as the shell was mostly gone the vet picked up the still crying little one and washed the gooey substance it had been surrounded in with the water. When it was clean, Techron handed it to a nurse who had the heated blanket open and ready. She wrapped the baby in the soft material and rubbed it gently, crooning to it and soothing it in a way only a femme could.

The cries subsided and it snuggled into the warm blanket. Ratchet released air through his vents that he hadn't realized he had been holding in. It had hatched, and so soon after finding it. Looking at it he was glad he did. Such a small helpless thing would never have survived.

He approached the nurse holding the baby. "What is it?" he asked, softly placing a finger on its head. It chirped and turned its head to him, surprising Ratchet by taking his finger into its mouth. Its little eyes squinted open, adjusting to the light. It took a moment and before he knew it, large bright blue orbs were visible, taking in its first sights. They promptly landed on Ratchet, those little eyes staring intently at him.

Techron finally spoke up, answering his question. "It is a draca, a female, and she is what is called a dragon." He said proudly as if she was his. Ratchet nodded; his optics unable to leave the infants.

"A dragon, what kind of creature is that?" His question caused the vet to laugh.

"A dragon is perhaps the rarest organic creature to exist. They are beautiful, intelligent…" Techron's optics darkened as he continued, "and dangerous."

Ratchet finally tore his gaze away to look at the vet. "What do you mean?"

Techron sighed and waved a servo. "Only two dragons have ever existed on Cybertron. Both were put down because they were violent. Like I said, dragons are intelligent, and these two felt confined and degraded. They were not treated as equals and seen as nothing put exotic pets. Vorns of being caged and showcased led them to become killers. It was not tolerated so they were killed." He explained, a deep sadness is his voice and his optics lowered to the ground in what looked like defeat.

Ratchet understood and was shocked and sickened, that a life, whether it was Cybertronian or not, could be snuffed without care. His gaze narrowed on the vet and with barely restrained anger he growled out.

"One of those dragons was yours wasn't it?"

Techron gritted his denta and clenched his servos into fists. "Yes, her name was Sayla, and I regret every day that I was not kinder to her, that I did not show her the respect she so deserved." He looked up and gave the baby a sad smile.

"Do you plan on keeping her?" he changed the subject, turning it from him to the newborn.

Ratchet huffed and looked too at the pink dragon. She never let her eyes stray from him and he admitted to himself that it was quite unnerving. He saw the intelligent awareness swimming in the blue pools and he knew, if he left her here, she would be handed to someone rich and possibly treated as the others were. He didn't want that. No one deserved that kind of life.

He thought about his living arrangement. He made a decent amount of credits from his job and his apartment did have three rooms. He would have to learn about the care of organics but as a medic he was sure he would manage.

"Yes," he said out loud, "I will keep her." The medic decided and looked at the vet. Techron sighed with relief. He would never take on another pet and he dreaded giving her to another.

"Alright…good. You should give her a designation and then we can set up her records. I'll go get the required datapads and be right back." He motioned for the nurse to give Ratchet the baby and she did, gently depositing her into the medic's arms and leaving. The vet paused at the door but didn't turn around.

"Ratchet, I will give you all her treatments for free." He said. Ratchet's helm snapped up. He had not in a million vorns expected that.

"Why?"

"Because, it's that least I can do to make up for my mistake with Sayla. Just promise that she will be cared and loved for."

Ratchet looked at the little draca, her eyes shining as she continued to suckle on his finger. "Of course."

The vet smiled. "Good." With that, he left the medic in the room alone.

Ratchet smirked. He had never thought he would become a caretaker. He didn't think he had it in him to be a Kalu. But looking at the little one curled in his arms he couldn't help but feel a need to see to her wellbeing. He would raise her right. She would be treated as any sparkling would be, with love and affection. She would be his youngling and Primus be slagged if anyone hurt her. He would personally see that they were refigured into mere drones.

"What should we call you?" He asked her. He spoke to her using sparkling clicks, the simplest version of their language. He would teach her more as she got older but for now it would work, as she was still a newborn.

As Ratchet thought of a designation for the draca, he took in her appearance. She was of course pink in color with blue eyes, two stubby horns on her head, four limbs and two appendages on her back that he knew would fill out to be wings. A long thin tail sprouted from her backside and flared out at the end into a hallow cylinder shape. She was not all flesh though. Five grey claws were at the end of each of her front legs with grey plating on top of each hand. Her feet only had four claws with one small one at the back. On the top of each wing were five more claws and two more patches of plating. Two grey rings circled her long chubby neck; with three at the end of her tail each spaced evenly along the appendage.

She was cute in Ratchet's opinion and was so very warm.

"I know; I'll call you Reshiram. It was the name of a character in my favorite story. How does that sound to you?"

The little dragon trilled in happiness and snuggled closer to where his spark resided. Her eyes closed and her breathing evened, his finger still firmly incased in her mouth at she settled down into recharge.

Warmth spread in his spark. A Kalu, he could get used to being called that. He smiled and placed a small kiss on her head.

Reshiram, his little Brightspark.


Okay so a little explanation for this story. I will say yes, Reshiram is a Pokémon; no she does not exactly look the same. There will be mentions of other Pokémon (only legendary) and a couple appearances much later in the story but nothing that has to do with the Pokémon story line so I do not find it reason enough to put it under crossovers.

There will be a relationship between Reshiram and Sunstreaker because I said so. It is weird to make a relationship like this, but I like the idea. I had many plans for a story that is solely a Sunny story but I shot them down because they sucked and I wanted something other than a human or Cybertronian OC. Then I had a dream after watching Pokémon Black: Victini and Reshiram, and this one just begged to be written.

I think Reshiram would be interesting enough to gain Sunstreaker's attention. She's organic yes, but beautiful. Since it's before the war and AU, I would think Sunny would have a little more lenience towards organics seeing as they are treated poorly like he and Sideswipe are. They are different and treated as such. The same for the twins. They are considered an abomination and therefore out casted. So they have more sympathy for the organics. Also be prepared for a more romantic Sunny, cuz I am a sap for romance.

I hope that explains a bit of how the story is planned out and I hope you like Reshiram or Rem for short.

Here are some ref pictures of Reshiram (Rem): cruelespada . deviantart gallery / 37809799 # / d5fs30h

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Just take out the spaces

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