'No one is sent by accident to anyone.' -Anonymous
"Way I see it Con, you got two options. You either hand over the sparkling and run with your tail between your legs. Or this blade gets crammed right down your processor. Not like you were using it for much anyway." The golden warrior spat as cold rain poured from the clouds above.
"Oh, this here fleshling. Trust me, no one will miss her. And out of all mechs I would think you to be the one that wasn't quite fond of them. I guess we all change." As if to taunt him further the soaking femme was precariously held over the side of a cliff between two lithe digits. Sunstreaker looked to the sobbing sparkling and in response his engine reverberated with a growl.
Sunstreaker took one small step forward, "Put the femme. On. The. Ground. Or I swear to almighty Primus you will witness something so gruesome no mech could stomach the sight." Each word was carefully emphasized by a tone dripping with malicious venom.
"Fine, you never were fun to play with anyway." As slowly as he could the Decepticon dropped the shivering girl on the floor a few feet away. "Now if we're done here I'd-" Sunstreaker launched himself forward and sunk his blade a hairlines length away from his spark.
"Remember this feeling if you even think about harming another human. Remember the liquid heat pooling in your sensors right before you drop into a dark stasis." Sunstreaker wrenched the weapon from the body and watched as it tilted over the edge. "Fragger."
The blade was sheathed as he heard the confirmation that the form had dropped to the bottom of the ravine. Sunstreaker turned to the girl and slowly crouched. A once over proved that she was no older than a sparkling. He let out a quiet sigh, "Hey, you can understand me right." Sunstreaker tried to keep his tone as passive a possible. The little thing was already shaken up and this was probably just the icing on the cake.
A shaken nod gave his only response. Had it been anyone else Sunstreaker would have been disgusted with the way they showed so much fear. But, he couldn't bring himself to feel that with her. Not only was it because she was just a sparkling but, because she was just so small. Nothing of that size should come into contact with a Decepticon first hand. Not even her.
"Then you should know that I'm not going to harm you. No matter how squishy you are." He carefully cupped a servo around her small form. Sunstreaker was cringing at the feeling of caked on mud scratching against his paint as he brought her up toward his chassis. Pushing past it he rubbed a soothing digit across her back. "You're not so bad, for a human of course." His only response was when the small femme cuddled closer as if feeding off the warmth of his spark. And his was a groan the signaled he knew he was in for something.
-S-
"You are aware, Sunstreaker, that she cannot stay here?" Prime informed the soldier as they waited outside of the Med-bay. The look the warrior gave him was fiery.
"For once, in all of my creation, I actually take to a human that I can actually withstand. And here you go telling me that we have to send her away to, Pit knows where because there's no one out there looking for the sparkling."
The Prime gave him a sympathetic look, "We do not know if her creators are out there looking for their lost child. Probably worried sick about her. Surely, if you had a sparkling of your own you would understand the gravity of this situation, Sunstreaker."
Sunstreaker crossed his arms over his chassis and glared, "What I do understand is that from what I saw when I picked that sparkling up there was absolutely no signs of care. Just look at her! Bruises, clothing that hardly fits her, caked on blood, and last but not least, scars that no child of that age should have. Now, you tell me what Primus forsaken caretaker would be looking for her through all of that."
Optimus seemed to have an internal battle with himself before he gave a defeated sigh. "Very well. But be advised that you will be in charge of her wellbeing. And if you fail to accomplish that then I know not what will become of her."
At that point the Med-bay doors opened with a hiss and Ratchet stepped out with a forlorn gaze. "Well, it's safe to say that she will survive the night. However, there are things pertaining to her health that I have no idea how she lasted as long as she did. Things from malnutrition to small lacerations. The bottoms of her feet looked as if she had trampled through a warzone. Which is highly understandable considering she was brought in with no shoes. I'll be keeping her on an IV drip for tonight. The nutrients will be good for her and help her sleep through the night peacefully." He wiped a tired hand over his faceplates.
"Thank you, old friend." Optimus nodded and casted his optics to the girl. But he was surprised to see Sunstreaker already standing against the far wall his optics trained on the sparkling.
Ratchet made to scold him but the Prime laid a gentle servo on his shoulder, "Let them be. I'm sure they'll have much to discuss when she wakes."
