Quiet love
The young, tattered, sparkling ran down the street, on its uneasy feet. It was barely old enough to walk and it was already being beat like it was a non-functioning machine. The sparkling looked at the other Cybertronians in panic. None of them seemed friendly to it so it tried to push its way through the crowd, but being a young sparkling, it didn't have the strength. So the small former ran around looking for a friendly sight or 'bot. After a bit it was too tired to carry on. So the tattered, dirty, and dented, sparkling leaned on a wall, that wasn't a wall. It looked up when the 'wall' moved, and looked into the face of another robot. Its eyes widen and it jolted back. It looked at the others white leg. It had left a few smudges of dirt and fear fully looked back at the other 'bot.
The other bot lent down to eye level of the sparkling and smiled sadly. The other bot reached out a hand to it, and the sparkling flinched back, afraid of being hit.
" Come now. It's alright." The older bot said. " My name is Prowl and I'm not going to hurt you." The sparkling but its servos to its chest, as if praying, and allowed the other bot pick it up.
" Jazz, look." Prowl turned around and the sparkling saw another bot, with a black helmet and a blue visor. The said bot looked at the sparkling and frowned.
" Poor thing." 'Jazz' lifted a black hand and rubbed the sparkling's helm. The said sparkling tensed in Prowl's arms, but soon relaxed. It nuzzled its helm closer to Jazz's hands and both older 'bots smiled. The sparkling fell into recharge soon after because it was already drained from the running and its wounds. Jazz and Prowl looked at each other then back to the strange sparkling.
" We should take 'em to Ratch'." Jazz said looking back at Prowl.
" Agreed."
Prowl shifted the sparkling so that its head rested on his shoulder so he could walk with out dropping the fragile form. Jazz smiled a small smile when Prowl sung lightly to it. But he then frowned when a thought popped into his head.
" Who would do this?" He asked. Prowl spared a glance at him.
" I do not know." He answered honestly. Prowl's voice had an edge to it that scared Jazz even more. They two walked carefully to the Ark, not in the mood to deal with any 'Cons. The walked in and ignored the other Autobots they passed, walking strait to the Medical bay.
" Jazz, Prowl. What do you-" Ratchet's eyes widen at the sight of the tattered sparkling.
" We need help." Prowl and Jazz said seriously.