Sparkling

by Adrienne Valentine

Summary: Growing up at Sector Seven can be hard. Especially when you don't understand why everyone is so afraid of the massive mechanical man, frozen in time.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. Transformers and such don't belong to me.

The small girl peeked her head around the corner with a determined look on her face. A guard passed by and she caught the smile on his lips telling her that he was choosing to ignore her. Most of them did this when they noticed her. She knew it was because she was a child and they didn't think she could do any harm. She had begun to notice something, however: either they were getting so used to her sneaking around in the past two weeks that they didn't pay her any mind, or she was getting better at it. The latter made her grin a little bit. The night after she had spoken to Megatron her mother had done the first part of her job for her.

One of the techs had left a pocket sized RC car in the Cube Radiation Room by accident. Her mother had spotted it as it tried to escape and instead of sending it to a fate similar to the others- she had pocketed the thing and taken it home. Where she had given it to her daughter. Alex smiled as she saw the little car on the ground beside her, following. She had a remote in her hand, but it didn't work on the creature. Sparkling, Megatron had called it. She hadn't been able to get close enough to touch him since and her attempts to talk to him hadn't worked. She frowned a little bit as she rounded the corner and noticed that the containment room was bustling with people at the moment.

She reached down and picked up the RC sparkling and quickly put it in her pocket. It made a click of protest, but she shushed it as she slid into the room, standing near the back. This was her first chance to actually do something. They had just put another struggling sparkling into a small cyro chamber. She could hear its screaming, and due to the stoic looks on everyone else's faces, she wondered if she was the only one. Noticing that they started turning towards the door to leave, she quickly ducked behind one of the tool boxes by the door. She waited until the adults had left the room and quickly moved to the small chamber holding the now frozen sparkling.

Her face screwed up in concentration, she pulled out the small keyboard and stared at it for a moment. There was a password to open these things. She just didn't know quite what it was. She had heard the numbers being pressed, and she thought she could replicate it, but she hesitated. She didn't know what would happen if she got it wrong. The RC car in her pocket crawled out of her pocket, having transformed into a bipedal form at some point. It crawled on the keyboard and poked at the numbers, matching the tune almost by instinct. The Cyro began to melt and this is where Alex got nervous, glancing over her shoulder.

While he mother had told her that most of the sparklings in this containment room had not been mean upon 'awaking', they kept them like this because they were afraid they would become so. Her mother hadn't explicitly said what happened to the ones that did wake up mean, but she had a pretty good idea. She was worried that this one would melt and try to attack her. Shifting nervously as the door to the chamber opened, she watched as it transformed into it's original form: an old camera phone. She grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket quickly, letting the RC car re-enter the code and slide back into her pocket next to the new addition.

She could feel the sparkling shivering in her pocket as she quickly left the room. The guard didn't even glance her way. The great thing about this place, however, was that there were few cameras. Worried about hackers and confidential information, they only had cameras where necessary. She had found out where they were a long time ago.

Her hand on the phone robot, she muttered to it. "It's alright, just stay in my pocket, no one will hurt you."

It seemed to calm a little at her words, and she nodded to herself as she walked back into the Children's room. Their adult caretaker, Mrs. Fielding, frowned at her.

"And just where did you go, Ms. Wyght?" She asked the girl disapprovingly.

"To the bathroom." Alex replied with a cheerful smile. The woman frowned, but seemed to accept the answer and turned back to one of the other children, who had spilt something on their clothing.

With a secret grin, she peeked into her pocket to see two pairs of 'eyes' looking up at her.

A/N: Well those first two were pretty easy for her, weren't they? A little girl snagging potentially hostile little robots and no one notices...

Focusing just on little Alex Elle Wyght mostly for now, and keeping it light.

Read and Review! I know, in general, what I want for this fic, but if you guys want to leave a suggestion of what you want to see, I may include it if it fits in! :)