A\N:Hello everyone, this is icecreamsundaes2011 here, with my first story ever! I hope you'll give feedback after you read this chapter, because that'll be very useful for me to improve my writing in the future. Without further ado, I don't own anything but the sparklings and younglings, enjoy!


It was a dark and stormy night on Cybertron, and everybot with at least some sense were indoors. Optimus Prime was one of those mechs onboard the Artemis.

It had been a long joor this cycle, and the Prime was just about ready to recharge. After checking up on his favorite youngling, of course, he reminded himself with a smile. You can't forget that. Finally, Optimus placed the last datapad down on his immaculate desk and stood up to stretch his circuits. Now, onto his favorite time of cycle.

The nursery was still open, and Optimus breezed through the various autobots on shift there, after saying polite greetings to each one. He reached the room he was looking for and knocked lightly.

A young voice answered "Come in!" He obliged by moving into the small roon. There by a desk sat his youngling, Flarelight. He had the familiar blue and red paintjob but with a slimmer build than Optimus himself. As he raised his baby blue optics to meet his sires, the autobot leader couldn't hold back the affection welling up in his spark.

"Did you have a nice cycle, Flarelight?" rumbled the Prime in his deep,rich baritone

"Yea, Prowl taught me some history, then Mirage showed me how to be stealthy, it was really fun!" squeaked the youngling while running up to hug his dad "Can you spend tomorrow with me? You said we can play circuitball!"

Optimus' facial plates fell "I am sorry, Flarelight, but tomorrow there is a meeting that I must attend to discuss issues with other autobots. Maybe next solar cycle?" The youngling's optics widened into two pools of blue

"But you promised..."

Prime's spark clenched "Sometimes we must make sacrifices for the greater good, youngling." He lowered himself onto one knee so that they were on optic level "We can play another time, okay?"

Flarelight looked into his sire's optics, there was only warmth and love in those. And so with that the youngling dejectedly muttered " 'Kay, promise?" Prime smiled and pulled his creation into a hug

"Promise. Good night, Flarelight." And with that, the autobot leader dimmed the lights and stepped out.

Flarelight sighed and flopped down on his berth "I guess there's nothing to do tomorrow either..." he mused as he slowly powered off into recharge.

But little did Flarelight know, a great change was about to take place in his young life. One that may influence the whole war between the two armies. But as oblivious as he is right now, he slept on...


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