Author's Note: Wow, I'm actually updating this semi-regularly... More regularly than Talons... What does that tell you? It tells me I like baby Optimus too much. :D *squeal* He's adorable!
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Ironhide stood stalk still not moving a muscle. Him... a guardian of a Prime. He could not... No, this must be Nightstalker's twisted sense of humor again. That last one had left Ironhide less than amused. No, he wasn't even gonna think about that. The only question was how 'Stalker had gotten the Prime into it.
"Sir, you must be mistaken. I can't be the dragon you're looking--I can't be the guardian of- of- a Prime!"
"Your name is Ironhide, correct?" Sentinel asked, eyes glinting amusement. "You are the apprentice of Nightstalker, correct?" Ironhide nodded mutely. "Then you must be the correct dragon. I know no others by the name of Ironhide who are the apprentice of my body guard. You, Ironhide, are to be the guardian, and eventual body guard of my son. Protect him well." The diminutive body stirred the tiniest bit, "Ah, he awakes."
Petite eyes cracked open, revealing blue orbs filled with shimmering light. Little jaws opened in a yawn, miniscule white teeth glinting in the eliminating fires on the edge of the room. Stubby legs and wings stretched before the head swiveled to look their sire in the eyes.
"Orion." Sentinel hummed, "Meet your guardian." The Prime nudged the new spark's head in Ironhide's direction. Orion Pax slowly turned his head until the little eyes rested on the young body guard. "Ironhide. Ironhide is your guardian, Orion." The dragons waited in silence for a breem before the young Prime chirped and wriggled in his sire's embrace. The older Prime obediantly uncurled himself slightly and gave his son a small nudge. Orion extended his neck as far as he could towards Ironhide and chirped again.
"I think he wants you to say 'hi', 'Hide." Silverstrike suggested cheekily. Ironhide gave him a blank look before turning back to the youngling. He just stood there and stared. Orion stared right back. It (almost) looked like the two dragons were sizing each other up. This continued for a while before Nightstalker had enough of the staring contest and hit Ironhide's head with his wing again.
"Take 'Strike's suggestion and go meet him!" When the apprentice didn't move, Nightstalker pushed him forward with his tail. The newly appointed guardian stumbled and ended up nose to nose with Orion. The noses brushed briefly, but it was enough for the young Prime. He hummed suddenly, his eyes closed and the hummed deepened suddenly, gaining a richer tone. The hum continued to deepen and Sentinel abruptly joined in too, adding his voice to his son's.
The hum got deeper and deeper until Ironhide could have sworn he was shaking from the vibrations the Primes produced. And then he felt it. A pull, in what felt like the center of his internal furnace, a connection he felt suddenly with the new born Prime. It was a connection that made him love the new spark, almost more than anything, a want to protect him, no matter the cost. A want to teach him, guide him, show him the right course.
A guardian's bond.
Ironhide, apprentice to Nightstalker, great lover of weapons, combat, and all things that go boom, was now the official guardian of Safehaven's new Prime. Won't this be an adventure for the record books.
Whoo! And Ironhide is now Orion's guardian. Oooo, the trouble they're gonna get into! Watch out Safehaven!
:) I think Silverstrike and Nightstalker are growing on me...
So, whacha think? Did I totally screw up anyone? Are there parts you don't like? Are there parts you do like? Huh? I would like to know.
