Disclaimer: I don't own Transformer! I'm a lowly fanfic writer with no life.
Note: Unit's of time are based on IDW'verse. A.K.A A Deca-cycle is 3 weeks and a klik is 1.2 minutes.
"Is he broken?" He heard an aged voice asked with more intrigue than worry.
"No, nor is he damaged from what our examination shows." This time it was a gentle, feminine voice.
"Well, then what's wrong with him!?" The aged voice spat back, irritated the lack of results.
"I-I don't know!" The gentle voice returned her vocal processor hitched with fear, likely from the Mech she was speaking with.
The young sparkling's optics flickered online and he groaned as he stretched the kinks out of his young wires from a long recharge. It had been two Deca-cycles since that fateful day he'd took that stranger's hand. The silver sparkling sat up and gazed out of the large window that poured light into the room and filled the rich furnishings and his large berth with a sort of shimmering glow. The little crimson optics dimmed against the harsh light, he still hadn't adjusted to it yet. Up in the higher level buildings was far different to the streets below. The Streets were always dark and cloaked in the shadows of the other buildings with only the light of the lamps and occasional building lights, but up here, were he was now, it was always brightly lit and the darkness wasn't as common.
"It he's not damaged then why doesn't he speak?" The aged voice from earlier spoke again, breaking the little Mech's focus on the room and view out the window. With the natural curiosity of all small sparklings, the little silver mech scuffled off the berth and snuck over to the edge of the open door and peered out into the hallway. The rags that had clung to his frame before remained on the berth, allowing the light from the window to reveal black and bits of red mixed into his mostly silver body. As the sparkling peeked out the hall, it's head panel's raised to show it's interest.
There was a loud clang of metal striking metal, as a seemingly older Mech back handed a young white femme. She took the blow without flinching, and instead looked down at her feet shamefully. The older Mech was a multi shade of purple, with bits of brick red and pale yellow added into his design. He had a long beard and mustache and Viking-like horns protruding from his helm. The sparkling watched nervously with bright optic that held a sense of something akin to fear. He knew the purple Mech to be the stranger that had taken him to this place, the white femme on the other hand he did not know.
"I, Um... I'll do some more tests and find out, Sir." The female responded quietly. The sparkling was starting to back away from the door when the purple Mech became aware of him. As the older mech turned his head to gaze at the sparkling Ruby Red optic bore into the sparklings light red ones, locking the silver mech in place. "And where do you think your going?" The older Mech grounded out, causing a light squeak to escape the eavesdropping sparkling.
The white Femme took this as an opportunity to escape further reprimanding and leave. Although she cast the little silver bot a pitying glance before making her swift exit. The purple mech seemed to care little about the femme's exit without waiting for a formal dismissal as he stacked toward the young sparkling. The silver sparkling looked back with out fear with a solemn expression, which the purple mech couldn't help but give a nod of approval to. Silence passed for several moments before the Purple Mech kneeled down to be optic level with the sparkling and sighed, expelling air from his vents. "She say's there's nothing wrong with you. Does that mean you simply don't know how to speak, then?" He asked the sparkling, but the silver bot remained silent.
The caused the Purple Mech to sneer in anger. "What foul luck, I finally find a sparkling and it's too stupid to be of any uses!" He snapped irritably and grabbed the small bot by the shoulders. "Well? Say something you little Pit spawn of a cleaning drone! At least Try!" He yelled and shook the little sparkling in fury. After a moment he gave up and released the sparkling. The silver bot looked shaken and scared as it ran over to the berth and hid in the safety of the rags on the berth. Two light red optics glowed with in the dark confines of the filthy rags on the berth, watching with fear; the purple mech's every move. The purple mech let out a snort of disgust as he looked at the two glowing points of light and left the room.
The silver sparkling stayed there for several kliks, whimpering and watching the door when the white femme returned. This time she entered the room with a data pad in hand. She looked around a bit before noticing the huddled rags on the berth that moved occasionally. She then gave a sly but not unkind smile and pretended not to notice the movement on the berth as she sat next to the pile, then gave it a meaningful poke with her finger, causing the silver sparkling to yelp and jump out of hiding in surprise. "Ahh, that's better now." She said softly and started a new examination of the sparkling. She had done so before and she doubted the results would change, so she made it brief.
As the white female suspected nothing was out of the ordinary. The sparkling's wiring was correct, his vocal Processor was working and everything was working as it should. She gave frown, "You really don't know how hard you're making my job, do you?" She said forcing a rueful smile, the silver sparkling just frowned seriously and stared at her the whole time. "Oh well, I guess there isn't any hope for it." She added with a more genuine smile and looked up at the room's ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the sparkling whom only continued to stare. "Mmm... Here." She said opening a compartment in her arm and withdrawing a little energon snack and giving it to the little one, which the silver mech devoured greedily. The Femme watched him for a moment then stood up, "It's a shame we don't even have a name to call you..." She muttered not expecting an answer, when the sparkling looked up at her, licking energon residue from his fingers with his glossa. "Megatron." said a young boyish voice, the sparkling's voice. The femme stared at the sparkling in shock for a moment, and then smiled with a nod, not saying anything more and leaving the room.
Author's notes: Thus, ends the first chapter. Suggestions and comments are welcome. Again no clue where I'm going with this and not sure if my white NPC will make another appearance, (the other is actually a canon! Hurray for canons that are practically OC's!) but I expect to have more well known canon's in the next chapter… just not sure who yet.
