Hello my lovelies! I've decided to announce that, after some really hard decision making, I will only be continuing two or three of my stories. The rest will be postponed, and possibly put up later. For now, I will have to take them down, cause' I can't handle so many stories at once. I will be continuing one story for sure- "Are You Really That Cold". I will have another story posted later, which DP1999 and I are writing together. It is not yet named, but it will hopefully be up by August at the latest, and since we'll be getting into highschool this year, we can update from there, hopefully. This story will be the other story that I wil be working on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, if I did, then a lot of Autobots would still be alive. I do own my OCs, though.
Now, on with the story! Enjoy!
"Wake up, my sparkling." I opened my eyes, thinking I would find myself in my bed, but instead, I as being cradled in the arms of a very large mech, with beautiful, bright red optics. A femme was there too, but she had softer red, almost dark pink optics, and she was stroking my faceplates lovingly. I instantly knew who they were- they were my creators, my parents. I was theirs, just as they were mine.
I tried to speak, but it all came out in soft babbles that they couldn't understand. "Do you know us?" My father asked me. I chirped happily, telling him, in my own way, that I knew him. He held out a finger to me and I grabbed it, truly feeling for ther first time. "I get the feeling she knos both of you very well," a new voice said. I wiggled around, trying to find the source of this strange voice.
It was unfamiliar, and it kept on talking, "Lord Megatron, I think it may be best if you or Lightning stays in here to recharge with your sparkling." Father nodded his head, "I won't keep you from her any longer than I need to," he said to my mother. She gently picked me up, now cradling me in her servos, gently stroking my helm. But I wanted my father back, he was warm!
I babbled some more, and both of my parents chuckled something about me being cute. I was still searching for that voice, though. And finally, as my father stroked my faceplates one last time, he left, and I saw the source of the voice. He was a mech to... I felt it in my spark. He seemed friendly, so I reached out for him, but he declined, "Oh no, little one. I have the feeling your father wouldn't want every single Cybertronian on the ship to hold you."
But I still reached for him- I wanted to feel this new mech, who I didn't know. So, sensing my want, my mother gently placed me in the mech's servos, "It's okay, Knockout. I'm sure he won't mind you holding her." The now named Knockout gently held me, as if he were afraid to even touch me. "You know, Lightning, if anything happened to her under m care, Lord Megatron would personally extinguish my spark."
My mother laughed. It was a sweet, soft sound, and I loved it. I loved them. I felt so safe in mother's arms, although I felt safer in my fathers stronger, more muscular arms. But, strangely, I was also reassured at the touch if Knockout. He was a friend, and I could feel it in the way his spark hummed as he held me.
But then, he handed me back to my mother, saying we all needed to recharge. My mother curled up on a bed, and held me close to her chassis, radiating warmth and comfort from her spark. But before we went into recharge, my father came back in to wish us a peaceful recharge. And he looked at my optics. He kissed mine and my mother's foreheads, and gazed at me a bit longer.
Then he said something that confused me, "He'll find her. Maybe not very soon, but in the near future. And he will love her." He was talking to my mother. She replied, "And just why do you think that?" She was being playful. And just as he was about to exit the door, Megatron stopped for a moment and looked at the ceiling. He said something that was oddly soothing to me, as well.
"She has his optics."
Sorry it's so short, but I just needed a little something to kick start the story! And besides, the great and almighty powerful Megatron has a sparkling! If anyone would like to make a picture of what they think she'll look like sitting in her uncle's arms, I'll make one of the pictures into the book cover for the story! Oh, and by the way, Lightning is a lavender colored Seeker-type decepticon.
Bet you can't guess who the uncle is, heehee!
Musu signing off!