Sparkling
by Adrienne Valentine
Summary: Growing up at Sector Seven can be hard. Especially when you don't understand why everyone is so afraid of the massive mechanical man, frozen in time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. Transformers and such don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: Megatron x OC with a twist. Somewhat serious fic. Summary, rating, and title subject to change. Mostly staying with TF live action movies. I add in some references to G1 and occasionally to the other series'.
Prologue: Designation Axle
The girl was far too young to understand the importance of the dark, almost foreboding landscape. So alien to her with it's mechanical appearance and lack of vegetation. She was too enthralled with the scene to understand what it was, or what it might mean that she was seeing it. She had just suddenly appeared here, surrounded by the massive architecture she could barely tell was actually buildings. She stared in awe as it transformed and she found herself in a bustling city full of people who weren't quite like herself. It was while she found herself staring that the voice first spoke.
"This is home, little sparkling." The voice said. She looked around and saw no one addressing her. No one was even paying her any heed.
"Where are you?" She asked out loud, curious like any child would be.
"You are seeing through me." The voice responded. "These are my memories."
She nodded carefully, her mouth slightly ajar as she began to understand why she couldn't see the owner of the voice. It was like a dream, but it was his dream, and not hers. Why she could see it through his eyes she didn't know, but she didn't really care. She was about to run off and explore the city when the voice spoke again.
"What is your designation, sparkling?" He asked her.
The small child frowned, staring in front of her as the image started to fade a little bit. She was confused. Not only by what was going on, but by his question. She didn't know what he meant. Her designation? Her silence must have tipped him off to her confusion, because she heard a sigh, much like her father would do when she asked too many questions.
"What are you called?" He asked again.
She jumped slightly at the question. This time she knew what he meant and, smiling brightly and bouncing on her heels, she was almost too excited to answer. No one asked her name. No one even bothered. She was known as 'Dr. Wyght's Daughter' or 'The Wyght girl' or something else having to do with her parents. No one had even asked her before.
"AlexElle." She said, the words rushed and mangled clumsily together in her excitement to get out her name. The voice paused for some time before it spoke again, likely trying to decipher what she had said.
"Axle?" The voiced asked for confirmation.
She knew that he had said it wrong. That it was close, but it certainly wasn't her name, but she didn't care through the excitement. Someone wanted to know who she was, cared enough to know who she was. She had a friend, she decided then and there, and she had never had a friend before. She nodded enthusiastically and he must have sensed it, because he chuckled.
"I am Megatron." The voice answered, without needing her to ask. "I am Lord High Protector of our home."
Her jaw was slack with awe. She didn't know what a 'Lord High Protector' was, but it sounded important, so when he spoke again, she made sure to listen.
"Axle, I need you to do something for me with the freedom the humans have given you." He asked as the beautiful memory disappeared and she found herself once again standing next to the giant mechanical man, her hand resting gently against a giant foot. "The other sparklings that these humans are forcing into creation- Do not let them terminate them."
She nodded her head, determined. She knew what he was talking about. Her mother had mentioned them to her. She had been in the room that created them. Her mother had told her that the creatures that were created in there were very much alive, and indeed sentient, but many acted as if rabid. If Lord High Protector Megatron was asking her to keep them safe, however, she had to. She wanted to ask him more, but as she made to speak, she was pulled away.
"You little brat, keep your hands off of NBE1." The young man scowled at the little girl, dragging her off of the platform where she had largely gone unnoticed until then.
"That's not his name!" She shouted, pouting, her small voice barely carrying.
"Great, she's named him." The young man muttered as he continued to drag the young girl harshly over to where her father stood talking to another scientist. He shoved the girl in front of himself, presenting the girl to her father. "She shouldn't be walking around on her own. She was touching NBE1."
Her father looked down at the girl with a slight frown and she knew what it was about. She was supposed to stay upstairs, in the children's room. It wasn't her fault though! Her mother had taken her out of the children's room and downstairs. Her mother had taken her into the 'Cube room' and shown it to her. Most importantly, her mother had told her not to tell her father, so when he looked at her questioningly, she bit her lip and didn't say anything about why she was downstairs.
"His name is Megatron..." She murmured, crossing her arms and pouting.
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