Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of its affiliated characters. Only this storyline belongs to me. A huge thank you goes out to my beta for this story Shini666. Thanks a lot, I owe you! Now on with the story.

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Chapter One: A Random Act of Kindness

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It was raining. Pouring really, if he wanted to get technical about it. The world around him was done in shades of grey, as if the rain had come to wash away all color and life from everything it touched. He knew that wasn't it, but it didn't stop him from believing it was so. Still, there was no time for him to be getting downtrodden due to the rain and the grayness it brought along with it. He was on a mission of the greatest importance, even if he wasn't sure what it was. You'll know what to do when the time is right, the Allspark had told him. Yet how was he supposed to do anything trapped in the body of a fragile organic as he was currently?

Even the smallest of creatures can be capable of great things.

The sudden return of the voice of the Great Creator startled him from his musings, pale blue eyes darting around again in search of the origin of the voice. As it had been before there was no discernible location for the voice to have come from, thus he figured he was hearing it in his head again. He let out a soft sigh and huddled more into the little alcove he'd found to squeeze under to keep his frame dry. He was shivering violently from the cold and the rain, even with the covering his research had told him was called a 'jacket' wrapped as close to him as it could be. He was soaked through and miserable, all in all making him a rather cranky mech.

He had no idea what the Allspark was getting at, putting him in this body that couldn't regulate its temperature and threatened to simply stop functioning on him. He had a great respect for the species, but he'd never ever dreamed of becoming one. His first thought was to find a way back to his own frame and then to his friends and teammates, but first he had to figure out what the Allspark wanted him to do.

To top it all off some of his memories were inaccessible. He knew he was there to do something for the Creator, that he had friends waiting on him to return, but for the spark of him he couldn't recall much else. It could have been an intentional side effect from the Allspark, or it could have just been caused by the trauma of coming back from the dead. Either way, he knew something very important was missing.

Again he was drawn from his thoughts, but this time it was by movement in the road in front of him. The rain falling in sheets kept him from seeing exactly what it was, but it looked like a large dog wandering into the busy street. More than that, it appeared the beast didn't see the semi truck baring down on him. He had a moment where he was going to simply stay where he was and let the organic creature meet its demise, but then something prompted him forward. Something sent him into motion, sprinting dead out despite the beating rain against his frame and the cold now penetrating clean to his skin.

The next thing he knew he was across the street in a pile with the canine lying across his chest, the creature yowling piteously as it tried to get back to its feet. It was shaking as hard as he was, and he could tell from the way it growled and swayed that it was scared and starving too. He didn't have any food and precious little warmth to offer the poor creature, but he did see a broken down van parked in the alley nearby. With any luck he could jury rig the door and get them both into the relatively dry and safe confines of the vehicle.

"Come on fella," He soothed, running the tips of his fingers over the strange feeling hide of the canine he'd rescued from certain death. "Lemme getcha out of this rain at least, maybe see if I can help ya somehow. Ain't doin' much better than ya are, lemme tell ya." He spoke in a lower pitch than he usually used, soothing the large creature as best he could as he got both arms under the dog and heaved to get them both off the ground. He wasn't surprised when it started yowling and fighting weakly against him in an attempt to get free. "Easy darlin' I'm not here ta hurt ya."

A strangled revving came from the van he was making his way towards, though he only glanced at it for a long moment before dismissing it as his overactive imagination and not enough sleep. As the van didn't make the sound a second time or react in any other way he figured he was safe to keep going.

He shifted the dog's weight to one side carefully and pulled at the back door to the van, relieved when it slid open easily. The first thing he did was to place the dog in the somewhat junky open space of the back of the van, the second thing was to haul his own sorry aft in as well and shut the door behind them both. Of course right after that he got his first good look at the 'dog' he'd saved from being smooshed on the busy street.

He was covered in sleek metal from nose to tail, the form more like that of a large feline than any dog he'd ever seen. The metal itself was black, and red optics stared at him distrustfully as sharp looking teeth bared at him menacingly. Still, the sudden sparks jumping across a slender frame told him this creature didn't have long. It struck him then, what he was looking at and just who he'd saved. It was Ravage, one of Soundwave's drones. Again, the memory eluded him beyond who the youngling was and who he belonged to. For some reason it mattered more to him that the feline like young mech was safely removed from danger than that he didn't remember something crucial about him.

Instead of thinking more on it, or confusing the feline cassette the mech turned human just shifted himself to one side and drew his knees up to his frame to help keep warm. He didn't say anything for the longest time, choosing to let the quiet linger to provide some sort of comfort to the obviously shaken cassetticon. He wondered where Ravage's creator was, or if any of the others had landed with him. If he were alone that would explain his state, because there was no way Soundwave would have allowed him to get that bad. Or maybe they'd been separated. There were too many possibilities, and not many of them pleasant.

After a time, in which he was certain he slipped into a brief recharge like state the humans called 'sleep', he found himself startled when an almost shy head rubbed against his side. He opened his eyes and focused on the black form snuggled against him with a slight trembling along his frame. Couldn't Ravage maintain his internal temperature? He knew Frenzy couldn't and that was why the little glitch had to be around a full sized mech most of the time. Though he'd been certain the spastic hacker was the only one that had that particular quirk.

"Are ya havin' trouble, darlin'?" He asked softly, drawing the cassette in close to his frame and running a gentle hand along his sides. After a moment of thought he started repairing what he could easily reach, quickly disconnecting pain receptors and seeing to what he could without any sort of tools. He was no medic, not by a long shot, but everyone had to know some field repair. It was required in the Academy.

It wasn't long before a resounding purr echoed from the lean frame pressed in against him. It drew a smile to his face as he realized the large feline realized finally that he wasn't there to hurt. With what repairs he could manage finished he removed his hands and was pleased to see that Ravage was no longer sparking frighteningly. He didn't know what had caused the creature to trust him so quickly, but he didn't question it. If the cassette was cooperating and not trying to tear him apart then he'd go with it.

The rain had stopped, he realized suddenly. He needed to go now, there was still the task left him by the Allspark. Ravage was safe enough here, and if he was smart the little 'con would return there regularly. It was better than being out in the cold. He shifted and opened the side door, gently prodding the half dozing youngling away from him before sliding out of the van. "Ya take care of yerself now, an' stay out of the street, ya hear?"

He got a slight inclination of the head from the cassetticon before the door was slid shut and he turned to head back the way he'd come. It was time to get back on task, there was a mission he had to complete.

Little did he know that he'd already completed the task the Allspark had given him. He'd shown he was still willing to put his life on the line for someone or something he had no association with. With no recollection of the war and only bare knowledge of the creature he'd rescued he'd gone forward. A pure spark knew no bounds, and in saving Ravage he'd proven that he still had what the Allspark was looking for in her carrier. He would be the champion of the Great Creator, would bring forth a message meant to end the fighting that had been going on for more vorn than many could count. It was simple, it was unassuming.

It was simply a random act of kindness.

And that's part two.
I've decided I'll put one more part up after this, in Soundwave's POV.
Everything about this will be explained further in AiSA and TPaS.