A/N: icecreamsundaes2011 here with what I think is the longest chapter yet! Super special thanks to Answerthecall and Blazestar of Shadowclan for reviewing last chapter. There is a poll up on my profile to help me decide what the next few chapters contain, so please vote!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the younglings and sparklings!

The previous day was a eventful one for the Autobot younglings. They had been captured by the Decepticons to be used in a ploy by the megalomaniatic leader of the Decepticons, Megatron. But, you may ask, where are their creators while all this was happening? Well, let's take a peak...

"WHAT?! WHO WAS ON DUTY THAT LET THOSE SLAGGING SEEKERS TAKE THE YOUNGLINGS AND THE SPARKLING?! AH WANNA HAVE A WORD WITH THEM! roared Ironhide as his optics darkened to a speckled purple. Prowl had the unfortunate honor of telling the weapons specialist that his mechling had been taken hostage by the Decepticons along with the other three.

"Dead or severely injured ones, I heard." But the strategist had no patience for a temper tantrum from Ironhide right now. His sparkling charge, Wisp, was also taken by the Decepticons. So you can imagine he wasn't in the best of moods. The two seething mechs stormed into the meeting room. A menacing aura surrounded them, and it was so venomous others were not so eager to approach them for decacycles onward.

Optimus Prime sat at the head of the table. He had been shocked when he heard that the younglings were missing from the nursery, considering the amount of mechs that were placed there as guards. But now he was grieving in shame because he should've been there to protect the younglings, especially his own, and who knows what horrors the Decepticons have planned for them.

He was not sure if they can rescue the little 'bots in one piece, be it mentally or physically.

Finally, the commanding officers of the Artemis were assembled. And Optimus looked at them through optics that had seen too much "Fellow Autobots, as you know, the last of our generation, mere younglings and sparkling, have been taken by the Decepticons. This is most likely a trap in which Megatron would scheme to obtain a source of power. We will mobilize in a cycle to seize the young ones. Prowl will now explain our strategy.

"Thank you, Optimus. As far-" Prowl was suddenly cut off by a hologram.

"There's no need to formulate a plan, Optimus Prime. For I am willing to give you the younglings and sparkling back, safe and sound. You just have to give me all the energon left on the Artemis. But hurry, I may want to keep them safe, but the others may differ." They heard a ear-splitting scream rip from the screen, Megatron's cranial unit smiled.

"Was that Electra?! Did you just hurt Electra?! Are you so shameless as to take your anger out on younglings, you slagging glitch-head?!" roared Ratchet as he pounded the table with his fist.

The hologram sighed dramatically "Like sire, like creation. I remember her saying something vaguely similar to me, now she's paying the price. Better hurry to these coordinates, Autobots, or something may happen to one of your precious young ones." with that the hologram dissipated, and a location address popped up.

"...Full speed ahead to the meeting place." rumbled a determined Prime "I have a plan..."

Onboard the Nemesis...

The younglings had nothing to do in the barren cell, and so they fell in to a restless recharge. But Flarelight couldn't possibly sleep, he was thinking about his sparkling vorns with his sire. They'd been so close then, Optimus always taking time off work to at least say a greeting to him. Those times were so comfortable and nice, he wished he could relive them over and over again.

Suddenly, a soft voice roused Flarelight from his thoughts. He looked up, it was a silver sparkling that looked small for her age, and she was conversing with the Vehicons at the door.

It looked like they agreed to what they femmling said, because the front of the cell was unlocked and the sparkling quickly walked in as the bars closed behind her.

Electra and Tridisc were jolted awake from the noise of the shifting door. And as they rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, they took notice of their little visitor, who regarded them with bright red optics, in contrast to their own blue ones.

"Why are you here, little one?" cooed Electra as she reached her arms out to cuddle the little sparkling, who quickly jumped out of her grasp.

"Don't touch me." stated a soft, monotonous voice as the femmling promptly plopped down to sit on the floor. She pulled out a faded datapad from her subspace compartment and handed it to Electra "Just read."

Electra was shocked by the fact that the femmling talked, and in that voice too. But she decided to just start reading the story. "Once upon a time, there was a brave mech, who was love by all of Cybertron..."

Later...

The sparkling, whose designation was Silverwhirl, pulled out datapad after datapad, until she ran out. Just then, Wisp woke up again, and saw Silverwhirl. Since she was a curious femmling in nature, she jumped off the berth and waddled over to where her fellow sparkling was neatly putting away the datapads.

Wisp chirped at the silver femmling, and she turned to face her. There was gonna be someone to play with, yay!

Silverwhirl's P.o.V.

There was an orange and white sparkling staring at me. She seems to want to play with me, and since I have no more datapads to read and nothing else to do, why not?

A few joors later..

We were playing a game. I forgot the name, but it was so fun! The younglings were smiling at us, probably because Wisp was giggling and laughing. I had never done this before, not with the other younglings and certainly not with my sire.

Then I heard familiar voices yelling at the Vehicons behind me. I turned to see Swiftblade and Starfall demanding to know who let me in the cell with the Autobot prisoners. The Vehicons shrugged and opened the door. Two mechlings stormed in. Starfall swooped his arm down and held me close to his spark chamber while sauntering over to join Swiftblade in mocking the Autobot younglings.

"Oh look, if it isn't the creation of the Prime. Daddy's not coming for you this time, you little wimp." teased Swiftblade as the red and blue mechling shrank back from the bigger youngling.

"I am not a wimp." Flarelight said while getting up "You're a-"

"Swiftblade, Starfall, Silverwhirl, report to Lab #2 for lessons immediately." said the voice of the one-eyed mech, Shockwave.

Starfall glared at the younglings with his optics. If looks can burn, than they would be nothing but ashes right now.

"We'll get you next time." the seekerlet growled as the trio departed the cells.

Silverwhirl looked over his shoulder. The sparkling was staring at her pleadingly, perhaps to not leave her alone? But Silverwhirl knew that the next time they meet might be on a battlefield. And it's never good to make friends with your enemies, not if you had to be able to deactivate them with barely a thought...

No. She could never inflict that final blow on the battlefield to this sparkling. Not while she's the only one that's ever made her really smile. Not when she was a friend.

Wisp was really sad when the other sparkling left. Now there wasn't anyone to play her games with. Wisp looked around, there was one last datapad that the silver sparkling didn't pick up! And so Wisp quickly grabbed it and tucked it carefully into her own subspace, since it was the only memento of her newfound friend other than her memories.

Suddenly, a cannon went off, and the two Vehicons dropped to the floor, knocked out cold.

Then Mirage reappeared.

"Sorry I'm a little late, the 'cons wanted to dance for a bit." laughed the saboteur as he let the quartet out "Just go straight down the hall and meet up with the rest." his gaze darkened "I've got some business to take care of."

The younglings ran as fast as they could. Once they turned at the corner, Prowl was there, waiting for them.

They raced through the halls, avoiding the fire from the one or two mechs who tried to stop them and into the small aircraft that was awaiting its passengers. Onboard, the sparklings found their sires waiting for them with open arms. Both groups were ecstatic about reuniting, and for a moment, there was silence as the sheer joy the group was feeling overwhelmed the need for conversation.

As the transport drifted on autopilot back to the Artemis, a group of younglings were watching them with mixed emotions.

Swiftblade was trembling with anger "Why do they get everything we don't? They don't even need it!" he snarled while lashing his fist out, cracking the glass window in the process.

Starfall simply replied "If they don't need it, we need it even less, right 'Whirl?"

Silverwhirl nodded. Her sire was much more comfortable to be with than the two mechlings' and so she cannot complain. As for the Autobot's younglings, let's just say that one day their caretakers will not be there, and they won't be prepared for the harshness of the world beyond the sheltered atmosphere of their ship. At least the Decepticon younglings were hardened already and have a better chance of survival.

But you never know, maybe one day the herbivores will become omnivores...

Did anyone get the reference I made at the end there to my favorite KHR character? Anyways, the poll has a couple of options:

1)Skip to the epilogue, end of story.

2)A few more chapters on Autobot younglings

3)A few more chapters on Decepticon younglings

4)Finish this FanFic, start new one focusing on Autobot younglings

Or

5)Finish this FanFic, start new one focusing on Decepticon younglings

Please vote on this for I will close the poll next Monday, that's one week to vote. Next chapter is more about the Decepticons and will be posted by Wednesday. Thanks for reading, icecreamsundaes, signing out...