The little girl stepped outside, right before a meteor shot across the sky landing only a few feet of her. Curiously, she walked towards it, not expecting something to raise up from it.

"Are you an angel?" The little girl asked, the robotic figure turned towards the little girl, tilting it's head to the side. The robot let out a chirp that sound angelic. "So you are an angel, did my mommy and daddy send you?" The robot's violet eyes looked saddened it couldn't bring itself to tell the girl otherwise.

"Indeed youngling, I'm here to act as your guardian." A female voice came from the robot. "I am known as Nightstorm, sparkmate of the last living prime."

"So is he the king of angels and you're his queen?" The girl said with sparkling blue eyes. Nightstorm let out a chuckle, who knew the children of humans could be so cute.

"That would be would be your designation youngling?"

"Hmmm? Your letting out chirps again!" The girl giggled.

"What is your name?"

"Ohhhh, why didn't you say so. My name is Riveria, but you can call me River!

"It's quite a pleasure to meet you, darling. Though if you wouldn't mind, I need to find an alt form." River quickly took something out of her bag and showed Nightstorm a picture of a Lamborghini. Nightstorm quickly scanned it and shifted into a black lamborghini causing the little girl to squeal.

"This is the car my dad and I wanted." Nightstorm felt her spark flutter. "River, young one what happened to your carrier and sire, I mean parents?" River looked down at the ground with a sad expression while Nightstorm shifted into her other form.

"Well, umm they died in a car crash and I was the only survivor." River muttered which was enough for Nightstorm to hear. Nightstorm gently nudged the girl, smiling towards her.

"I may not be able to replace them but I will protect you with my whole spark, little one." River smiled back, trusting Nightstorm's word.

"Do you pinkie promise?" River asked, holding out her pinkie. Nightstorm blinked in surprise before looking it up on the internet.

"I pinkie promise." Nightstorm replied, touching her pinkie to the girl's.

"River, it's bed time!" Nightstorm quickly retracted to cover while River ran towards the sound.

"Aunt Judy, Aunt Judy! I met an angel and she is really pretty!" Nightstorm started checking everything needed. This little girl had made her way into Nightstorm's spark and she decided that River would be her charge, meaning she needed to set up a will about the girl getting her own car. Nightstorm jumped in surprise when she felt a poke at the bond.

:My love, are you alright?: Optimus asked.

:Humans are sad little creatures.: She replied. :Earth isn't what we thought Prime.:

:How so Mi'lady?:

:When you come here, you'll understand.: