I don't own Ironhide or Transformers, I only own Ricochet.

Cybertron - Many Years Ago

Night had fallen over Iacon as the femme walked the city's streets, carrying a small bundle with her. She'd been over and over her options in her head a million times that day and had wound up at the same conclusion. There was only one way for her life to continue as normal. And that was to get rid of it. There was no way she would keep it.

Slipping silently through, the femme soon reached the building she was looking for, and hoped the mech she was looking for was in. She held the bundle stiffly in one arm and knocked with the other. After a few moments the door swung open, and the mech answering gave her a cold look.

"What are you doing here?"

The femme retorted with a equally-cold look. "Believe me, Ironhide. I don't want to be here."

The femme and Ironhide, months ago, had indulged in a short relationship, that only ended in fierce arguments and both members loathing each other. Many wondered what they'd originally seen in each other, but whatever it was didn't last long enough for the relationship to exceed two months.

"Then why don't you go away?" Ironhide snarled, prompting the femme to growl in frustration. She shoved the bundle into 'Hide's arms carelessly and stepped away. The mech frowned in frustration until a gentle whine came from within the bundle.

"What on Cybertron?" Ironhide mumbled and pulled back the blankets that formed the bundle, revealing a small feminine face within. A tiny sparkling. Her faceplate was silver, and her optics were closed in sleep. She could only have been a few days old at the least.

Ironhide stared at her in surprise for a good few seconds, then looked back up to see the femme walking away, leaving the child behind.

"Oi!" Ironhide yelled after her, unintentionally disturbing the sparkling in his arms and waking her. "Where are you going?!"

The femme turned her helm back and glared at him once more, almost in disgust. "She's your daughter 'Hide. You can look after her." She said simply, lovelessly. It was clear that she did not want her child. There was no guilt or remorse in her optics. The femme turned and just walked away. And she obviously wasn't coming back.

Ironhide growled slightly as she vanished, only being made aware the sparkling was awake when she began to cry softly. 'Hide looked down quickly and saw the little girl with Energon tears filling her eyes. The mech froze slightly, unsure of what he was meant to do.

"It's alright.. don't cry.." He said awkwardly and rocked her a little. It didn't seem to help as she wiggled crankily and shook away the blankets, giving 'Hide a better look at her. Her main colour was silver, with black as her secondary. Basically she had his colours, but in reverse. Her optics were a bright blue, almost identical to his. She seemed very like him.

Ironhide shifted the little femme in his arms and rubbed her back gently. He tried to coo in a soothing manner, but from him it just sounded weird. The sparkling noticed and seemed to find it funny, because she stopped crying and giggled softly. 'Hide went silent once she stopped crying, and the sparkling was displeased that he'd stopped. Her lower lip trembled, the tears threatening to resume.

"No don't cry again!" Ironhide exclaimed and started 'cooing' again, making the femme giggle again. To keep her happy, the mech had to keep this up for a few minutes, much to the confusion of any passing 'bots. Finally, she allowed him to stop.

"You're a strange thing." Ironhide muttered as he looked at her unsurely. Could he keep her? Should he keep her? Then he thought how her mother had abandoned her relentlessly.

One of her parents didn't want her, Ironhide couldn't allow her to lose her other.

He'd have to keep her. For her sake. He had a duty to the femme.

Realising he was still stood on his doorstep, 'Hide stepped back inside and closed the door. He walked with the femme back to his living room, thinking of what he would need to do to raise the sparkling.

First thing first, he knew she'd need to be named.

The mech didn't have a vast knowledge of femme names, but there were a few that he had always thought were cool. There was one among the few that he also thought suited the child.

"You shall be called 'Ricochet'."

'Ricochet' looked up the mech, her father, inquisitively. Oh he was already dreaming of teaching her all about guns and weapons. Between her and his little nephew Gadget he'd have two awesome little apprentices.

Laying Ricochet down gently, Ironhide went to call Ratchet to let him know he had a niece, and that his little Gadget had a cousin. Somehow, he knew that the years raising these two were going to be vastly entertaining.

Random I know, but I wanted to write something about my latest character.

Gadget belongs to my awesome friend Ice-Ninja :) Go check out his book "It Started in a Barn" to see more of Gadg', Ratchet, Ironhide, and many more!