Now, before any of you start freaking and saying I'm copying Neku Bito, I'm not. I am, in fact, Neku Bito. I can't remember my password for that account and the email I had for it got hacked so I can't get it. I've created this new account under the name Rai Finnigan. And just for the record…I hate hotmail. They have crap security.

Okay, this is my Transformers OC story. So I'll give you guys just a quick little bio about him

Name: Bass

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Colors: Black, Silver, and Red

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Bass. Everything else belongs to Hasbro.

Chapter 1: Baby Bass

"Please tell me you're kidding, Optimus."

"I'm afraid not, Ratchet. They are sending him here as we speak."

Ratchet grumbled loudly, secretly cursing Ultra Magnus to the Pit and back, "How does he expect us to take care of a sparkling when we're fighting Megatron and his pit-slagging 'Cons every five breems!" The CMO roared.

"I do not know, old friend. But it is a task that has been entrusted to us."

"We can't do this Prime. Ironhide, You, and I are starting to get a bit too old, Jazz and Bumblebee act like younglings themselves, and Prowl's a hard-aft."

"We will get through this, Ratchet. We always do."

Ratchet sighed, "When is the sparkling suppose to arrive here?"

"In a few hours."

"Well, we might as well go wait at the location, eh Optimus?"

"But of course, old friend."

"Can ya believe it, lil' Bee! We're gonna have a sparklin' runnin' around here!" Jazz exclaimed excitedly.

Prowl rolled his optics at his bond-mate. "Jazz, please control yourself. We do not wish to frighten the sparkling when it arrives."

Jazz's reply was cut off by the sound of 'something' impacting the earth. The Autobots rushed over to the landing sight, not wanting to leave the sparkling alone for too long.

Ratchet quickly jumped down into the crater just as the small pod opened. The CMO reached into the pod and gently pulled out a small bundle of black, silver, and red metal. The yellow Autobot swiftly climbed out of the crater, smiling down at the little sparkling. "You can easily tell that his creators were Decepticons. He has red optics."

Optimus leaned closer to glance over the CMO's shoulder at the small sparkling. Crimson red optics looked back up at him, the sparkling making a small click. Suddenly, the young 'Con's optics started to mist over.

"Oh no." Ratchet grimaced.

"WHAAAA!"

The sparkling's wails nearly broke the sound barrier, rattling the Autobot's audios. Jazz, clearly the only one use to these high levels of noise, walked forward and took the crying sparkling from Ratchet. The saboteur gently bounced the young black and silver mech up in the air, "Now, now ya lil' guy. No need ta cry."

The sparkling slowly stopped crying, hiccupping softly. A quite click escaped his vocal processor as the rubbed his red optics.

Jazz grinned at the black and silver mech curled into his silver chest. "There ya go, lil' guy."

"Jazz," Prowl was amazed, "How did you get so good with sparklings?"

The silver mech glanced up at his bond-mate. "I don't really know."

Optimus stepped forward, putting a large hand on his leutient's shoulder, "Jazz, can I trust you to be this sparkling's caretaker?"

"Sure thing, Boss-Bot. Does the lil' guy have a name?"

"No, he has never been named."

Jazz looked down at the small mech in his arms, "What do ya think o' the name 'Bass'?"

The sparkling clicked tiredly as he curled more into the sliver mech.

Jazz grinned, "Then Bass it is."