The child sat on a large chair and played with a shiny blue ball as his babysitters watched the monitors on the war. He was fascinated with the shiny blue object in his hands, but soon his attention was caught by something else. At the corner of his optic he caught a glimpse of a speckle of light. He looked and nothing was there, but then again it reappeared.
He soon dropped the ball and directed his attention to the shiny speckle that floated in the air. He followed it outside and his babysitters paid no attention for they were too busy watching on how the war was progressing. The child tried to grab it but he couldn't, but that didn't stop him. The sun began to set, but there was still good light.
Soon behind him came a large explosion that lit the, now, night sky. He turned and saw the fire roaring in the distance, but paid little attention to it. He put all his attention on the speckle again and followed it again. The night grew long, but he was too young to care.
The speckle of light soon vanished and he stood still almost about to cry for his playing object was gone from him. He then heard a voice come to his audio receivers crying-
"Somebody please help me!"
He followed the voice and found an autobot hanging off the edge of a cliff. He had not seen him before, but he didn't care he needed help. The child helped him up and as the transformer caught his breath he said-
"Thanks."
But as soon as he looked at his savior he jumped back in surprise.
"Why . . . you're just a child!" He gasped in utter surprise.
"Ya," smiled the young mech.
"Where are your parents?" asked the transformer bending low to the little one.
The child just raised his hands signaling he didn't know. The transformer bowed his head and smiled. He looked at the young mech and took his hand and said-
"My name is Geargadget little one. I'll help you find your parents."
"Okay," smiled the young one.
Geargadget took the little one home first where he and his sister Sandrone lived. He was not married and never wanted to be, so when he brought home a child his sister was speechless and of course . . . confused.
"Who is this?!" she asked as she took the child in her arms. "And I thought you said you didn't want to get married? Apparently you couldn't resist."
"Sandrone I found him out in the middle of nowhere. He saved me from a nasty fall," he said.
"Mhm, sure," she said gazing at the sparkling. "And what is your name?"
"Sandrone he is too young to have a name. You and I both know they name us on our personalities. He shouldn't be named till he is a good 5,000 years old," said Geargadget.
"Did you ever find her parents?" she asked.
"Her? that is a boy dear sister!" cried Geardgadget pointing at the boy.
"I am able to tell a boy from a girl and she is a she!"
"Then look," said Geargadget crossing his arms.
Sandrone looked and sheepishly grinned and said-
"My mistake."
"I think the orphanage caretaker can tell us. He can describe any child's parents, dead or alive," said Geargadget.
"You're right. Let's go," said Sandrone as she placed the child down and ran off to get her things together.
Before they left the young child held up his arms to Geargadget and said-
"Daddy."
"No, I'm not your father child," said Geargadget.
But the child continued until Geargadget gave in and picked him up. The child then cuddled up against his chest and began to suck his thumb. Sandrone came in and saw this. She smiled and said-
"You better not get too attached because his parents, if they're alive, will want him back."
"Don't worry I won't," said Geargadget looking at the sparkling that rested safely in his arms.
Deep down inside his spark he began to grow feelings for the child and soon he wouldn't want to give him up. They came to the orphanage and went to see the caretaker. They told him how they found the child and he decided to describe the parents of the child. He carefully looked the child over. He looked at his hands and said-
"His mother was a soldier."
He then looked at other places on the child and said-
"She was tall . . . always smiling . . . gentle."
He then opened the child's mouth and said-
"His mother died during his birth."
"How do you know?" they asked.
"He was not fed by her," said the caretaker.
He then got to his father.
"His father is still alive though. He is big, strong, some sort of a great leader."
He then turned and ran names through his mind. The child then noticed a picture of Optimus Prime on the wall. He smiled and reached for it saying-
"Daddy, daddy."
Geargadget looked at the picture and then turned to the child and smiled saying-
"Yes isn't that a nice picture of our leader?"
The child continued to say daddy though.
"Hey didn't Optimus Prime just loose his only child in a fire not too long ago?" said Sandrone.
"Yes he did," said the caretaker looking at the young child in Geargadget's arms. "He was about this young one's age too."
Then there was a moment of silence till the caretaker said-
"Sorry, I can't say who his father was, but you could give him to us and we'll take good care of him till his father finds him or someone adopts him."
"That won't be necessary," said Geargadget not letting him have the child.
"What . . . are you going to adopt him?" smiled the caretaker almost letting out a laugh.
Geargadget looked at his wide-eyed sister and then at the adorable child in his arms and then smiled and said-
"Yes, yes I am."
"Then come by tomorrow for the papers." said the caretaker.
He did and people looked at him strange as he signed them and adopted the sparkling.
