The Voice Inside Me

Shouts Out Loud

A Silent Feel

For A Silent Doubt

I Often Wonder What's The Truth

Where Not To Go

What Not To Do

So Many Days In This

Cart of Wills

So Many Ways You Can Move

Still You're Standing Still

Those few Autobots who were there to see the Sparkling who hadn't been let off duty just yet - which was pretty much just Mirage, however Prowler had gone straight to his office to get everything straightened out for the little Sparkling without anyone realizing what was going on; the team did not want anyone to know there was a Sparkling on board just yet, probably the last Sparkling of their kind, without knowing where to place him, much let getting him settling down - had gone to the med bay, Ratchet proclaiming that they should get the little guy checked out before anything else was done. Jazz had seemed to refuse - or rather too comfortable in holding the sparkling - to let anyone else hold the sparkling, and therefore sat on the med berth, legs stretched out as he presumed to set the sparkling in his lap, gently unwrapping it as Ratchet began getting a few scanning tools that probably weren't meant for Sparkling, yet he would make it work. Optimus sat himself to the opposite side of where he knew Ratchet was going to stand, on a Cybertronian sized chair. Ironhide stood by the med bay doors, a silent body guard that seemed paranoid around the smaller being.

The yellow Sparkling began to awake when Jazz began to unwrap him from his warmth, looking around in a confused manner as he wondered why such as thing was being done to him. And anyone who could see him realized that he was smaller than he looked without the blanket; he could fit quite nicely in the palm of Optimus Prime's servo, probably curl up comfortably in it and sleep soundly. He looked a little too breakable for anyone's own good, especially for those who stayed on the Ark. When he realized that he was being watched by a few set of optics, the sparkling instantly whimpered and tried to scotch back further into Jazz's lower body, instantly making the silver mech smile.

"Yer al'ight," muttered the saboteur, gently putting both arms around the small mechling; instantly the small creature looked up at him for a moment before snuggling back into him, making Jazz's smiled grow.

Ratchet notably shook his helm as he grabbed the last few bits of objects he needed, as if he couldn't believe that Jazz of all mechs was being so careful with a Sparkling that size; however, he couldn't hide the small smile that took his features. Optimus smiled as well at the site; Jazz was one of their youngest fighters, excluding the twins, even though there was a gap between he and that Sparkling he held in his lap. It was a funny site to see, even if Ironhide only huffed at it..

"Alright, move your servos," ordered Ratchet as he moved over to start the scans. Jazz instantly obliged, not wanting to get on the medic's bad side, but when one of his servos was about to life itself off of the small sparkling, the little creature instantly whined and grabbed up at it, catching a finger instead. Jazz looked at the sparkling for a moment before looking to the medic with a sheepish look. Well, as sheepish as one could look when you can only see their mouth.

"It doesn't seem like he wants t' give it up, Ratch'," shrugged Jazz, pulling his head back slightly as if he expected the medic to hit him with something for what the Sparkling had done. Ratchet merely sighed, shaking his helm.

"Just let him hold on to what he has," Ratchet ordered. "As long as he doesn't freak out, I might be able to get the right data from the scan with your servo in the way."

Jazz again smiled sheepishly, setting his servo over the Sparkling's lap; the little being happy enough with that, and sat back as Ratchet started the scans. He seemed surprised at first to see the object that was being pointed at him, and for a moment tried to reach up to grab it. Ratchet took it away in a flash, giving Jazz a stern look. Quickly the silver mech pulled the sparkling back and began muttering soft words to him, and it seemed to please him enough to stare up at that covered place on the older mech's face; curious as to why he could see himself on the reflective surface of his mask. A few breems later, as Jazz was able to hold the sparkling still, Ratchet finished his scans, letting the final pad hit his thigh with a sign.

"Did you find anything, Ratchet?" Optimus asked instantly, a hint of worry in his voice; he was lucky for having a face mask, for it hid back a slight frown that was coming on. Ratchet shook his head on the question, making Optimus - and Jazz, too, it seemed - relax slightly.

"Except for some minor malnutrition, everything seems fine," Ratchet informed, before adding, "And, minus Jazz's servo -" the mech gave yet another sheepish grin when his designation was brought up by the medic - "the scans suggest that the sparkling is only but a few orns old."

"Barely a newborn," they could hear Ironhide mutter from where he still stood from the doorway; even the gruff weapons speaclist had a soft spot for sparklings, even though he would not admit so.

"That's right," Ratchet nodded, giving another look to the Sparkling in Jazz's lap with a slightly grim and angered look. "Fraggin' Decepticons, leavin' Sparklings this young there to die," muttered the medic, swiftly grabbing his things to put them away in a minor rage; enough to make Jazz lean back in case the medic decided to throw something at him.

"Well, he's here with us, now," informed Optimus proudly, looking down at the Sparkling who now looked curiously back up at him before looking to the medic. "As long as he stays with us, he'll be safe and taken care of. Ratchet, would you mind mixing up some Low Grade for the sparkling so he has something to eat?" Ratchet muttered an agreement, first putting everything away before going back to the storage to do what Optimus had asked.

"You know," started Jazz, picking up the Sparkling so it was facing him, "I jus' realized, this lil' fella doesn't 'ave a designation yet. Maybe we should give 'im one!" There was a snort form Ironhide as the sounds of him finally walking up to join the other two at the berth resonated around the empty med bay.

"Yer kiddin', right?" the weapons speaclist asked as he stopped next to Optimus, his arms folded over his chassis. "Ya know tha' if we name 'im, we'll get all attached n' stuff. Then when we find a place fer 'im t' stay, an' we don't wanna get rid of 'im."

"Yeah, well…," Jazz started, frowning slightly as he sat the sparkling back down on his lap, the small being still facing him; baby blue optics looked up to him with utter confusion as to why he put him down in the first place, before trying to look over his shoulder to try and see where the gruff voice had come from.

"Well we honestly just can't keep calling him "The Sparkling," Ironhide," Optimus tried to reason with the other mech. "And he'll end up with one, weather we like it or not. So won't it be best if we got it over with now rather than later?" There was a pause, before Ironhide merely gave a "huruff" in response; obviously beaten in that department. Jazz merely smiled before lifting the Sparkling back up to eye level.

"Well, ah'm not th' one on names," the silver mech stated to the little sparkling, as if actually trying to have a conversation with him, "Buh ah betcha ah have a few names we could use fer ya." The sparkling merely clicked, staring at Jazz with a blank expression.

"Like what?" Optimus decided to respond, seeing as how the little being in Jazz's hold wasn't going to respond . Jazz stopped to consider for a moment, taking a good look over the mechling he had in his grasp, before looking up at Optimus.

"Well, ah was on this organic planet once," he began to explain. "Ah saw this lil' fuzzy bug on it that was yellow an' black; ah believe they called it a 'Bumblebee.'" Optimus was about to say something, when Ratchet came walking up with a cube of Energon for the sparkling, a penalized top on it to where the mechling could drink the substance from a tube.

"You're going to name it after a bug?" scoffed the medic, gesturing for Jazz to take cube so he could feed the mechling himself; the little guy was taking a liking to him, after all.

"Well, not was ah was thinkin'," Jazz explained, setting the Sparkling in the crook of his left arm as he gratefully took the cube with his free servo. The mechling must have known what was inside, for he made a sort of happy chirp when it came into his optical range, reaching up and making grabbing motions to the object; obviously, he was hungry. Smiling, Jazz obliged; still holding onto the cube as the sparkling willingly took the tube in his mouth; small fingers wrapping around it as it took in nourishment.

"Well, what else do you have in mind?" Optimus asked the medic. Ratchet merely furrowed his optic ridges at the thought.

"Why not 'Piggy'?" Ironhide joked; a room full of stern eyes - minus that of the Sparkling - looked up at him; it was lucky that Jazz had half a smile at the joke. "What?" Ironhide asked innocently, shrugging his shoulder joints. "Ah'm just sayin'," he finally muttered in defeat; earning the right to not be stared at menacingly.

"Well," Ratchet sighed, looking at the Sparkling who was now seeming to be nearly full; although the medic did mix up the formula to suit that of a sparkling his age, the cube used was for that of a full grown mech. Ratchet didn't know how much he would have drank, however, seeing as how he probably hadn't ate since his family was killed, which had been a good half an orn, maybe a little more. And Sparklings usually ate and slept a lot during their first few orns of living. "I mean, 'Bumblebee' is a good name and all, but….."

"Then it's settled, then!" Jazz said happily; gently removing the tube from the sparkling's mouth when he stopped drinking the substance. His eyes were now drowsy, as if all of that drinking had again tired him out.

"Well, unless ya'll got any other ideas, ah guess tha's a good a' name as any," shrugged Ironhide, taking one last weary look at the small mech in Jazz's arms.

"Bumblebee..," Optimus repeated to himself, before smiling under his mask. "That sounds about right."

Jazz could only smile down at the newly named Sparkling, who looked up at him with hazy optics before giving a small yawn; stretching his small limbs in the silver arms before curling up into the warmer frame. Jazz could only beam at the sight; he hadn't seen a sparkling but only once before, and that was when the Youth Sectors had been destroyed, and the only sight of sparklings he had seen were those of ones that had been killed with their caregivers.