A/N: Don't own anything except my OC sparklings.

Rating: T just to be safe.

Word Count (Story only, not A/N's): 2811

Summary: Four new sparklings are born. Two are found by the Autobots. One is found by the Decepticons. One is lost. But, these aren't normal sparklings. No, they weren't even Cybertronian in their past lives. They were organics...Read to find out how their lives endanger those of our favourite Transformers and if they can ever return to their normal selves again.

Genres: Humor, Mystery, Adventure, Drama, and maybe some Romance somewhat later on.

WARNINGS: CRACK AND TF SWEARS!

This didn't come out as long as I planned, but the other chapters will be longer! Please R&R!

Legend

Cybertronian time refrences:

(Kinda like Earth times, but not exactly)

Astrosecond = Second

Klick = Minute

Joor = Hour

Cycle = Day

Deca-cycle = Week

Orn = Month

Vorn = Year

"Normal Speak"

Flashback

'Thoughts'

:Comm link:

"Talking over bonds, eg. sparkbond or a familybond"

Squishies to Sparklings

Chapter 1

The black, red, and white sparkling watched as another white, fluffy thing past her in the sky. Tilting her helm, she shuttered her purple optics a couple of times. Then, she reached her hands into the air, making grasping motions with her tiny servos as if reaching to grab the cloud.

"Ah!" She squeaked, her grasping motions growing more rapid.

She frowned as it passed her. Frustrated that she couldn't reach it, she stuck her bottom lip component out and crossed her arms over her chassis.

She was curious, but she couldn't reach the one thing that actually sparked her attention. The sky was beautiful and she wondered how to get up there...just like those fluffy white things.

As stubborn as ever, she glared at the cloud.

Her brother, who was baby blue mixed with white patches, plopped himself in the grass beside her. Genuinely worried about her, he stuck a servo out to her gently and rubbed the top of her helm. The femling turned to look him in his own purple optics and smiled at him, he smiled back.

They were interrupted by a quick 'clank' behind them - the sound of metal hitting metal. Swiftly turning their heads to see what had caused the commotion, they saw their other sister and brother roughhousing.

"Eeh!" The red, black, and white sparkling cheered while her brother simply stared calmly at them.

A pink, grey, and white sparkling emerged ontop of her orange and red brother, her hands flailing in the air, her giggles and happy expression signaled the fact that she was cheering because she had claimed victory. Both sets of their purple optics flared with either frustration or smugness.

The two sparklings who were idly watching giggled and jumped onto their smug sister, creating a mess of colours, whirling and rolling around in the grass.

They giggled and rolled, and they rolled and giggled, until finally one of the sparklings decided to get out of this mess.

One of the sparklings rolled out of the mess - a mechling, the one who was red and orange. He stared at his fighting siblings before scrabbling to his feet, startled by something his audio receptors heard in the distance.

A roar of a car engine sounded from somewhere near them - hiding in the trees of the forest the sparklings had first awakened in and were still in currently.

All life, including the baby transformers, seemed to still for a klick before the four beings reacted on instinct, crawling away as fast as they could. They couldn't walk or even run for that matter, but you still have to keep in mind that they were sparked only a couple joors earlier.

"Over there! I can sense energy signatures!" An irritable, yet slightly panicked voice shouted.

Another engine rev, louder this time, caused the four sparklings to crawl even faster, toppling over each other in the process.

"Signatures?" Another gruff, yet pleasantly warm voice asked bewildered, "More than one? How many then?"

"Three," Then there was a pause, "No wait! Four, one of them is barely transmitting any signature or energy at all!"

Two identical cars pulled up beside each other, all the while still remaining in pursuit together. They slowed down slightly letting others drive ahead of them, then started to chat with one another.

"Hey Sides, why are we even on this wild-moose chase anyways?"

The mech snorted, "I think you mean goose-chase, as the humans say."

"Whatever, just answer me."

"Well, earlier today, I was sneaking into the storage room, you know, to get your special ration of paint you kept bugging me for, but then, I heard voices talking..."

Earlier that morning, Back at the Autobot base~

Sideswipe snuck around on the tips of his peds, not making much noise, except the occasional creak of the floorboards.

"Slag, I swear sometimes I just do too much for that fragger!" Sides mumbled, entering the supply room and stealthily keeping himself out of the security camera's range.

"Nah, you just love me too much," Sunstreaker teased over their twin bond, "Plus, you still owe me from that time I saved your aft from Ratchet the Hatchet!"

Sideswipe sighed at his twin, and despite himself, mumbled, "Yeah, there's that too..."

The mech all of a sudden cursed and dove behind a pile of scrap tools and parts as the door opened and he heard all-too-familiar voices.

"Slag," He murmered, optics scanning the room for a route to safety, out of this room, and especially away from the two mechs that just stepped in the room.

Ratchet the Hatchet and The Big Bot Optimus.

'ARGHHH,' Sides groaned, 'By the time I see Sunny again, my helm's going to be welded to my aft!' He mock-wept internally, feeling sorry for himself.

But while he was trying to figure out a way out of there, something that the two mechs/possible causes of his death were discussing, suddenly caught his attention.

"What did you need to discuss with me Ratchet?" The leader asked in that calming voice of his.

The medic's features softened (well, not really, but it did soften a lot compared to whenever Ratchet was dealing with the twins or Jazz), then he spoke softly.

"I found four energy signatures just outside the city, somewhere near a forest. A forest that's hardly used for some reason, I doubt anyone actually goes there."

"Four energy signatures?" Optimus asked, tone slightly surprised, "But...if that was all you needed to tell me, then why did you drag me here to talk to me privately?"

The medic's features softened even more, much to Sideswipe's utter shock, then Ratchet spoke again, "With Wheeljack and Perceptor's help I was able to determine something very important while I tracked down the energy signatures."

"And what was that important thing, Ratchet?"

"They're sparklings. All related, I'm estimating. Sparklings, Optimus," Ratchet sighed, "It's been far too long..."

Optimus frowned at his friend's sad expression. He agreed though. It has been far too long since they had some sparklings running around base. Heck, they hadn't had any sparklings around since Bumblebee or the twins.

The Autobot leader raised a hand to silence his friend - not an order, but because he knew it was too hard on his friend to say it.

"Well Ratchet, if they are possibly sparklings, then let's go."

Ratchet genuinely smiled, something Sideswipe had not seen, or even dared to imagine. Both mechs exited the room and quickly Sideswipe grabbed his twin's paint and ran out, not bothering (more like not remembering) to avoid the security cameras and dashed for their shared quarters to tell him of the news.

Well, he would have made it, if Ironhide had not been there when he was running, grabbed him by the audio receptor and dragged his sorry aft to the meeting room after he had received a comm from Prime to gather everyone there.

"Ratchet...smiling..." Sunstreaker mumbled, "Nope, doesn't make sense."

Sideswipe chuckled at his twin before asking him, "Ya' know Sunny, I bet you're the only one who didn't hear Prime's speech about this mission...well, yeah, I guess you are since I had to tell you."

Sunstreaker snickered, but then countered, "At least I didn't have to go to the meeting...and don't call me Sunny."

"Whatever...Sunny."

Sides laughed as he raced ahead of his twin after his death threats had drawled on long enough.

Sunny grumbled, but then commed one of the mechs who accompanied the group on this mission, :So, Jazz...what's the situation?:

:Nothing yet Sunneh Bunneh, but we just have to try an' find those sparklin's 'fore the 'cons do!:

:'Kay and don't call me that!:

Sunstreaker could hear Jazz laugh before the line closed and growled another death threat. Then just as he turned a corner, straying away from the group (you know, try and blow off steam. Oh, don't get me wrong, Sunstreaker's a very devoted mech when it comes to missions like this and does his job well, but...something seemed to just call him over here. Yeah, it's confusing, but you'll see), he found that he had come to a clearing.

Then, he saw it.

Four sparklings, all huddled up with one another. One that was pink, grey, and white and seemed scared out of her processor (or at least Sunny thought it was a her - what kind of mechling had pink on his armor?), and another that was blue and white that seemed to try and calm her down. Then there was a black, red, and white one that looked like it was ready to beat the slag out of anybody who dared to come into optic-range with another orange and red one that stood in front of her, in front of all three, seemingly protecting all of them.

'That orange and red one reminds me of Bossbot,' Sunny thought, but then was reminded of something.

Sunstreaker opened his public comm link so everyone could hear him, :Guys! I found the-:

But before he could even finish, he was being rolled over by 4 cars (Sides, Jazz, 'Bee, and Ratchet), then managed to roll out of the way to dodge the last two (Ironhide and Optimus).

"Urghh..." He groaned in pain, but then realization dawned on him, "AHHHHH! MY PAINT!"

"Shut your lip components, Sunny, and get your aft over here! We found the sparklings!" Sides commented, running ahead of his brother already transformed out of his alt form.

"Hate...you..."

Everyone stared in awe at the sparklings, until Ratchet ordered for them not to crowd or the sparkling's would get upset - and added a side-comment of not wanting to fix four scrambled sparkling processors and if he did end up having to, it would be on somebody's helm.

Everyone took a step or two away immediately, swallowing hard. No one wanted to face the medic's wrath, and more importantly, they didn't want the sparklings to have to endure it either.

Well...not yet anyways.

"Oh my," Ratchet gasped after running a quick scan on the sparklings, "They were only sparked a couple joors ago. Where in the name of Cybertron are there creators?"

Optimus knelt down so that he was face-to-face with the sparklings, now hiding in a bush, all except for one though.

The orange and red sparkling's optics flared with a passion to protect - that reminded Optimus so much of himself and he stood right in front of the bush, in a position that spoke for itself.

After a couple astroseconds of silence, Optimus spoke, "Ratchet, can you tell me one thing?"

"Yes, Optimus?"

"Why do these sparklings already have armor? Aren't sparkling's supposed to be born as a protoform. Anyways, you just said so yourself they were only sparked a couple joors ago."

Ratchet paused for a moment, his face in a stoic expression - somewhat in a desperate attempt to hide his own confusion. "I...actually...don't know..."

Optimus' Autobot blue optics locked with the neutral purple optics of the sparkling. He could see the sparkling was tense, but gave him a reassuring smile. And that smile only grew bigger when the sparkling visibly relaxed and even dared to touch Optimus' digit as the leader slowly reached out a servo to him.

But the leader couldn't help but cringe as he felt an electric spark shock him as their servos touched, but not wanting to scare the sparkling, he continued to let the small being play with his digit, bending and unbending it multiple times before stopping.

The little mechling returned to the bush and pulled out each sibling one-by-one.

"Smart one, he is," Ratchet commented, smiling.

"They're so cute!" Jazz and Bumblebee exclaimed, grinning to the point that if they tried to smile wider that their face plates would've cracked.

Ironhide and Sunstreaker grunted, both crossing their arms over their chassis, making Sides snicker. He knew they just didn't want to ruin their reputation by fussing over sparklings.

Then again, Ironhide did used to be the majority of the sparkling's favourite caretaker.

Optimus reached both arms out to the red and orange sparkling and he immediately gave the older mech a great, big bear hug, wrapping his own tiny arms around the bigger neck.

Jazz, Sides, and 'Bee 'awwed' and cooed at the sight, even daring to save this as one for the memory files.

The remaining three sparklings cooed and twittered, no longer afraid, because if their leader (the red and orange mechling) trusted these mechs, then they would, too.

The red, black, and white sparkling sat on her tiny aft and grabbed her feet, giggling and smiling up at everyone of the mechs. Her eyes bright with joy and a passion for living.

The pink, grey, and white sparkling sat back-to-back with her blue and white sibling. The femling smiled and giggled as the mechling she sat with twittered, staring, seemingly hypnotized, by Ratchet's shiny laser scalpel attached to his finger.

Everyone soon enough was having a huge fit about the sparklings. But, in the midst of sparkling cuteness, they forgot about something else important.

Decepticons.

As a typical mischievous sparkling, the red, black, and white femling sparkling managed to get away from the group. Crawling as fast as she could, she looked up to see another white thing in the sky. She reached up, mimicking her actions from earlier that day.

"Ah!" She squeaked happily, "Ah! Ah!"

Once again she couldn't reach her fluffy white thing and sighed, broodily stuck her bottom lip component out, pouting.

But then all of a sudden, a single action just turned into a lot of trouble.

If you haven't happened to notice though, that tends to happen a lot in the Transformers world.

"Well, now," A scratchy, high, tinged with evil to the core, voice cooed, "What do we have here? Were you trying to reach to me, young one?"

Two clawed servos picked up the little femling, despite her attempts at shrieking, kicking, clawing, even biting.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" The voice chuckled.

The little sparkling whimpered as she realized her attempts to free herself were useless and she sagged in her culprit's servos, energon immediately rushing down her face plates.

The mech holding her smirked, "Now, do you know where your brothers and sisters are? You're going to show me...aren't you?" He asked, knowing she wouldn't react, but for more of his own amusement. He trailed the tip of his claw down the right side of her face plates, causing her to whimper again, not in pain, but more in shock and because she was terrified.

"STARSCREAM! LET HER GO!" Optimus' rage seethed through his voice and gritted dentas.

Starscream smirked, but decided he wouldn't drag this on for any longer than necessary and uncharacteristically decided to leave it at that, unlike when he'd usually stay long enough to get the slag beaten out of him because he taunted the 'bots for too long.

Shooting into the sky, he left no time for the autobots to do anything about it, and the last thing they heard was the distressed cry of a youngling.

And that was it.

Later on, back at the base~

Three very distressed sparklings were on the base right now.

And yes, a BIG emphasis on very.

The red and orange mechling seemed intent on sticking with Optimus, but now, it wasn't so pleasant because he was constantly crying and whimpering, something that broke the leader's spark.

The blue and white sparkling seemed calm enough, content on sticking with Jazz. Yeah, he seemed the most emotionally stable out of all of them. That is, until he couldn't hold it in anymore and it all came out in a system upset, causing him to purge on Jazz and start wailing, all in one klick.

Finally, the pink, grey, and white femling decided to stay with Ratchet, much to his dismay and everybody's surprise! Although, she had and still is wailing the loudest, giving everyone a ticket to the train of the town of processor aches!

And they all wouldn't stop crying. They could feel it over their bond - their sibling was upset, terrified out of her processor, and wanted to be back with them. They could feel it and they wanted it to stop, they wanted to know that their sibling was going to be safe.

So, until that happened, the crying wouldn't stop, that is until they cried themselves into recharge.

Now if only Jazz, Optimus, and Ratchet could figure out why they felt electric shocks when the sparklings had touched them.

Although, that wasn't the most important or urgent of their problems.

No, there always had to be something worse.

And that something worse...

Is coming up in the next chapter!

No flames or anything please, and if you like the story and want the next chapter to come faster, then review!

I guarantee it'll come faster, well, ya' know after I also update Ratchet's Talking Wrench and Bumblebee the Decepticon after the 2nd chapter of this.

COMING UP NEXT IN CHAPTER 2:

Are the decepticons so sparkless that they'd actually torture/kill a sparkling?

Naming the sparklings and Playtime with the Sparklings at the autobot base! Sparkling Cuteness Attack!

Little did the Autobots and Decepticons know that someone's been watching them all this time.

ALL OF THIS WILL BE ANSWERED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

PLEASE R&R XD

By the way, if anyone has any suggestions for sparkling names then please tell me! Actually, feel more than free to tell me!