A/N: A new story! Yay! This one takes place in the "More Than Meets The Eye" universe. Ya know, the one that came out about a year ago?
Anyway, I was thinking the other day: It's been four million years, shouldn't they be reproducing already? So, this story is basically an abandoned sparkling that is found by Rung, the psychiatrist. Rung adopted it and brought it along on board the Lost Light.
I'll think up a name at the end of the chapter...
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers: MTMTE.
By this time of night, even the angriest of protestors had gone back to their ships. All was now quiet.
Except for a mech running swiftly and quietly through the night, weaving between the ships and broken buildings. The shadows provided ample cover for the mech, but it was painfully obvious that the mech was extremely tired. He was also carrying something in his arms, but it was too dark to see what it was.
Optics surveyed each ship carefully, as if each ship were undergoing a type of judgement. It looked as if he couldn't find a suitable ship, so he moved on to the buildings, which is where the Autobots were living. The mech bypassed the barrel of Kimia's gun completely.
By now, he was muttering to himself. "Rodimus...Too overconfident. Drift... Too crazy. Chromedome and Rewind... Not stable enough. Ultra Magnus... Too uptight. Swerve, Brainstorm, Whirl, Red Alert are out of the question. Perceptor is responsible, but he may not pay attention. same with Ratchet. Rung could be a good mech. Yes, I'll go to Rung."
Thr mech ran towards where Rung was staying, which was in one of the more sturdier buildings, because Rung still has his psychiatric practice. He looked around slowly, before quickly approaching the practice, cooing softly at the bundle in his arms.
He kissed the bundle, then placed it on the doorstep. He said, "Do not worry, my sweetspark. You will have a better life than I could ever give you."
Then he ran back where he came from, and disappeared. A few moments later, an engine could be heard, then the night was silent again.
Now that the bundle was not covered by the mech, you could plainly see what it was. A tiny sparkling, not 3 vorns old, was lying on its back and covered with a warm blanket. It cried out for the loss of warmth, waving its small white hands in the air.
The door to Rung's practice opened. Rung, an orange and white mech with big blue optics and big optic ridges, looked down in shock. He picked up the sparkling gently and held it close to his chest. It snuggled closer to him and fell into recharge.
Rung looked up and down the street, and when he didn't see anyone, he took the sparkling into his practice.
In Kimia, there was a wellknown medical practice, which was technically just a neutral ship, piloted by a NAIL that repaired Autobots, Decepticons, and NAILs alike. It was run by a NAIL called Hellion.
Hellion, despite his name, was a gentle spirit, who hated war and all the violence. So he had taken to the stars and had been to all the previous battlefields of the universe, helping any Cybertronian that was damaged.
Then, when he recieved the message that the war was over, he immediately returned to Cybertron, where he knew that every single surviving Cybertronian would gather, and along with them, injuries. He made himself known and has been repairing them for the past four million years.
But, when Rung had brough a sparkling into his humble practice, to say that Hellion was surprised was an understatement. Just like how saying a Decepticons is a liar is an understatement.
"Rung, how on Cybertron did you manage to find a sparkling?" Hellion asked, leading Rung into the office. "Set it on the berth."
"Well, it kind of showed on my doorstep last night." Rung replied, carefully placing the sparkling on the berth, though it struggled weakly to keep hold of Rung's neck.
"It seems quite attached to you." Hellion chuckled, scanning it with a medical scanner. "Well, its vitals are fine. But you can't feed a sparkling regular grade Energon, make sure to dilute it until the sparkling can stand on its own. Make sure to come back every other century. I'll give it a scan to see how the little sparklet's doing. Do you want to know the gender?"
"Yes, of course!" Rung replied eagerly, picking the sparkling back up.
Hellion scanned the sparkling again, and smiled.. "Hmm... It looks like you have a very healthy mechling. Congratulations."
"A mech..." Rung smiled. The sparkling gurgled up at Rung, and reached up to Rung's optics curiously. His cute faceplate was rounded, just like how many sparklings looked before the war. It also appeared to have tiny audial fins, just like Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus.
Hellion glanced at Rung and his new sparkling. "What will you name him?"
Rung looked closely at the sparking And went through every language he knew. It was red and white, as if destined to be a medic. A medic...
"I think... I'll name him... Paian." Rung smiled.
"Paian?" Hellion questioned. "That's an unusual name."
"It means 'healer' in Greek, a language on Earth." Rung said. "Bluestreak told me about it. Perhaps we will visit the planet again."
"Well, his colors are certainly suited to be a medic." Hellion said. "It is a beautiful name, Rung."
"Thank you." Paian then yawned widely, and the two adults laughed.
"It looks like its time to go home. I will be back in two centuries." Rung took his leave.
It was on that night, one vorn later, Optimus Prime woke up near the corroded Manganese Mountains, one half of the Matrix in each hand.
A/N: Well, that wasn't that bad of a start, don't you think? Make sure to review and suggestions!