Chapter Co-Authored with Storm Dracona and Omicron the IceQueen

Added notes:

"Spoken human dialogue is like this."
"Spoken Cybertronian dialogue is like this."
::Internal Cybertronian dialogue is like this.::

This is the time scale for mechs [inspired by Ultra Rodimus Prine]:

nanoklik = 1/8 second
nano – two seconds
klik = 496 nanokliks/62 seconds
bream = 8 kliks/8.27 minutes
groon = 9 breem/1.24 hours
mega cycle – 2.5 hours
joor = 6 groon/7.44 hours
tak – 18 hours
shift – 3 days
orn = 42 joor/13.02 days
decacycle – 2 months
decaorn = 32 orns/1.14 years
metacycle = 8 decaorn/9.22 years
vorn = 9metacycles/72 decaorn/83 years


Autobot Pet

Wrecker

Bulkhead looked up as the door to his apartment opened, and Jackhammer stepped in. A strange wailing noise followed him in and that had Bulkhead confused. "What do you got there, Jackie?"

"A little spark-fire." The shorter mech grinned, though there was a lingering trace of sheepishness from the swordsmech as he cradled something in his arms. "Kinda feel bad for it, don't think its taking well to the meds. But I got us something."

"What? What is it?" Bulkhead asked with wary skepticism. "And what's this about meds? I ain't no med-bot."

"No, not medic Bulky," Jackhammer carefully closed the door to his shared apartment and coded it to lock, satisfied at the heavy thump behind him. "Meds. A tranquilizer to just to keep this little thing placid on the trip over. Didn't want it bouncing around inside me before it was trained." The mech was carefully holding something in cupped hands: a little organic pet. It seemed like it was a little sick from the medication and movement, but the pet shop owner had said it was normal for some and the tranquilizers had no lasting effect.

"Is that one of those humans?" Bulkhead asked, crouching down for a better look at it. "It's so tiny!"

"Its just a pup, or semi-pup." Jackhammer uncurled his hands, freeing one to smack his friend as the organic cringed and clutched at his fingers, "Primus mech, tone it down, think of it like a micro-bot. You got a big voice box ta go with that huge aft of yours!"

"Hey," Bulkhead protested, standing back up. "You get to take care of it. My hands are too big to be able to handle it."

"I think you should be okay," The smaller mech said, running a careful finger down the organic's back. It was still just a pup and would need the comfort, "From what I heard this one's pretty fearless."

"That doesn't mean I wouldn't accidentally squash her," Bulkhead countered. "What are you going to name her?"

"Not sure yet, gonna give it an orn or two to see what she's like," Jackhammer grinned a little evilly. "Here, sit down and hold the human for me while I make sure it can't get anywhere while running around and I'll set up the 'tank.'"

"Oh nonono," Bulkhead protested. "I'll squish her. You know I'm only good for breaking things!"

"All you have to do is cup your hands ya big glitch," The smaller Wrecker rolled his optics and took a polishing cloth off a shelf to put his new pet in. He let it curl up in the fabric before putting the whole bundle in Bulkhead's nearer hand. "I'd rather her be aware of mechs than put her in that tiny pup-traveling cube. I'll just be a few odd kliks."

"But... but...!" Bulkhead protested, but he was used to his protests being ignored at this point. He sighed and looked down the little organic in his hand. "You better stay put."

Little organic optics looked blearily up at the mech before the owner re-flopped and vented deeply. The pup looked more like she had a bad batch of energon but couldn't purge it.

"And you better not purge on me," he added belatedly, watching a moment before looking up to check on Jackhammer. He didn't feel comfortable having such a tiny, frail thing in his hands.

"Relax Bulk," Jackhammer said as the mech cleaned up all of the stray weapons that lay forgotten on the floor, and then set up a low level energy field across the door to shield it knee-high to the green mech. Only after another sweep did he motion for his friend to follow him into the swordmech's room. He knelt down at his open closet and cleaned all of his grenades out and emptied the floor and bottom shelf, then cleaned them until even the dust was gone. Then he set up a second field across the closet door.

Bulkhead frowned at him. "Why'd you get one anyways? Neither of us are good with little things like this."

"I liked her...and well, we should get used to little things." Jackhammer stood after shoving his 'toys' in a box and to the side. The mech grinned. "I just heard, X-brawn's been carrying a sparkling this whole time."

"What?" Bulkhead looked at him in shock. "When did *that* happen?"

"The pits if I know, but there's no partner that I know of and he's expecting it to crawl out his armor in like, four or five orns." Jackhammer grinned as he stooped to start setting up the human things.

"Why didn't he say anything before?" Bulkhead demanded, looking down at the organic. It was hard to imagine X-Brawn with a sparkling that size.

"Don't know," The smaller mech paused, tweaked something, then activated the field and stood to go back to Bulkhead, "I think its a layover from the war, you know, with 'Cons on this colony too."

"What, he thought we'd blab it around if we knew?" Bulkhead shook his head. "Do his brothers know?"

"Yeah, I just can't tell if they told Bluestreak last or first..." The white mech smirked as he came over and looked at the still off-feeling pup, and very surprisingly gave her a soft sounding chirr as he stroked her back, "Apparently Blue's been fostering another human that he and his brothers are giving to X-brawn, for practice with holding a bitlet. Seemed like a good idea since we're buddies with the big armed mech..."

So he got a human.

"Bet Bluestreak is excited. Now c'mon, why don't you take her. You've finished setting up."

"You're not doing so bad Bulky," The swordsmech grinned, then carefully gathered the bundle up from the bigger mech's almost frozen hands. He poked and shifted the organic to put a soft, flexmetal collar on her. Then he took her, humming at the protesting kreel.

"I don't think she likes that," Bulkhead commented as he watched Jackhammer with the human.

"I think she didn't like moving more." Jackhammer tilted his head, holding the organic close and petting her back. "The collar's a little big, since she's not fully grown, but not big enough to be pulled off. Trust me I think we'll need the tracker chip in it from what I saw in the shop." He grinned.

Bulkhead shook his head. "I don't know why you'd pick a human that would get into everything."

"She seemed like a Wrecker sparkling, I liked it." Jackhammer said as he walked back out into the living space and lowered himself down into his favorite chair. It was a little odd to see the scarred warrior humming to something sparkling sized.


Miko scrubbed her hair, pouting that the pink was fading out. She had worked so hard to save up the money to get her streaks done. The girl ducked under the water of the hot-tube sized (and just as warrrm!) bath that always seem to have cycling water for her to take a bath in. Once she deemed herself clean, the girl scrambled out to dry off and find the new set of black cloths that where left out for her.

The young girl, a grand 12, maybe 13 years old (she wasn't sure how long she'd been off of earth) investigated her area, tested to see if the field was on by throwing a toy at it. When the ball didn't bounce back, she ran out. She had looked around Scar Face's room for something amusing, and found something that looked like a stick that was curled on the end. Unbeknown to her it was a spare grenade pin that had fallen behind the white mech's desk\work bench. She'd been on top and allowed to 'help' him put something or another together, but couldn't get up on her own right now.

So that led Miko to peek out the ~open~ front door of Scar Face's room. It was only just enough to let Miko squeeze through, but still open! She looked around and held her metal stick out like one of the swords that her apparent caretaker had.

Miko had missed the memo about being a pet.

She was full of the energy that all kinds of youth had when possilby doing something they shouldn't, but still wanted to do. Miko stalked around until she placed the sound of the Giant Epic Alien 3-D TV (of all time!) and the deep thrum that was Mr. Mountain.

The proverbial light bulb clicked on.

"Ooooo…!" Miko ran over to the couch thing that Mr. Mountain seemed to always have for himself, and peeked around the corner to see what he was doing before announcing herself.

On the giant TV was something that looked like racing, but with a lot more violence. Vehicles kept shoving each other around and off-course, sometimes even producing arms and other limbs to aid in it. The huge green mech was booming at the TV, likely cheering on his favorite racer. He hadn't even noticed her out and about yet.

Miko shaded her eyes needlessly to pose as she watched, then her hand slowly dropped, "Whoa... its like NASCAR meets Super Smasher Rally...!"

Mr. Mountain became even louder, his arms pumping into the air as racers zoomed across the screen. He continued to make a spectacle of himself for several seconds, before settling back into his chair.

Only once things calmed down did Miko uncover her ears, edging out into the open a little but still able to dart in under the couch. Taking several breaths she let loose her self, "Hey! HI THERE BIG HULK GUY!" He didn't seem to notice her at first, his attention still glued to whatever was happening on the screen.

The girl pouted at being ignored, Scar Face never ignored her! ...Well, unless he wanted her to go to bed. But it wasn't anywhere near bed time, the lights in her shared room and in her closet were still really bright. Eyeing the large metallic feet, Miko ducked under the couch and walked along until she was behind the left one. She grinned and leaned out just enough to poke the heel claws with her 'stick.'

There was more loud booming from the mech above her, and sudden loud noise from his TV. The chair above her shook, and then stilled.

"Daaamn..." the girl muttered, going to the other foot to poke at with a snicker. This time her metal stick got a purple thing that looked like a muscle.

When poking wasn't making the mech pay attention to her, Miko puffed out her cheeks and left her shelter to loop around one foot then the other. With a giggling yelp she pounced on the left foot, clinging to the top of it smugly.

That got a loud noise from the mech and he looked down at her. He started at her, blinking for several moments, before he reached down and picked her up. Once she was at eye-level with him, he started buzz-clicking at her.

"Hey Mountain!" Miko greeted. "Pay attention to meeeee, I'm bored and I'm hungry and I want some water- oh! Can I have another shiny thing, and can we play something? Pleeeeease?"


Bulkhead looked down, startled, when he felt something sprawl across his foot. He stared at Jacker's human pup for a few kliks before carefully lifting her up to optic-level. "What are you doing out, huh? You're supposed to stay in your area unless Jackhammer's home. You could get hurt."

He suddenly paused, helm tilting, as he received an incoming comm from Jackhammer.

::Hey Bulky!:: the swordsmech called, voice a little loud in internal comms, like normal. ::Magnus is keeping my aft longer then normal, could you feed Spark-Fire for me? Might give her some time since I've been gone for two joors, the food may have run out in my room that she can reach.::

::Did you remember to activate the shield when you left? She just found me,:: Bulkhead replied. "Looks like Jackhammer's going to be late, so let's get you fuel," Bulkhead said to the human, standing up with her safely in his hand.

::Nah but I closed my door...wait what?::

The human pup chittered and started edging up from massive palm to wrist and looked like she might even try to go up Bulkhead's arm as she gave a pitiful kreel as if starved for food and attention.

::She found her way out and landed on my foot while I was watching the race,:: Bulkhead replied. ::She seems to really want something, so I'm guessing that's fuel.:: "Okay, okay, we're getting you fuel. Stay on my hand," Bulkhead said aloud, trying to urge her down.

::...Huh, wonder how she got out. Wait, you're watching the race? Did you upset the doors again?:: Jackhammer demanded, knowing that sometimes his roommate got exited he inadvertently jarred inner doors open from his raw tonnage, as his pet seemed to be demanding something as well.

::I didn't think so!:: Bulkhead protested. ::I was trying to be careful so I wouldn't scare her.:: Bulkhead entered Jackhammer's room, finding the stash of food and very carefully getting out a packet and a water cube. It was difficult handling such small items with his big fingers, and the food package was a bit crushed when it was passed to Spark-Fire.

The pup pounced one the squished package fast enough, struggling with the wrapping a little but eating everything inside. The pup-grade fuel was made with extra additives for her growing organic body.

::Don't forget to cuddle Spark-Fire, she's still a pup and needs interaction.:: Jackhammer paused then said, ::Gah, Magnus is yelling. Good luck!:: He ended the comm.

Bulkhead sighed, looking at the pup. "So, what am I going to do with you until Jackhammer gets back?"

Spark-Fire looked back at him. She hopped and tossed the packaging at the mech, and then watched it flutter down to the ground with amusement. After a bit of water the pup gave a kreel for more of her fuel.

"Still hungry? Aren't you only supposed to get one of those?" Bulkhead asked, incredulous. Still, he reached in and carefully grabbed another package of fuel. This one was just as as squished when it reached her.

The pup ate like an Insecticon, finishing everything and looked satisfied as she mover to dangle legs on either side of one large digit to finish her water cube at a slower rate. She watched the second package flutter down with a soft trill. The pup seemed quite happy where she was.

"Jacker says you need some cuddle time. I don't want to hurt you, though," Bulkhead said, heading back to his chair. "Are you gonna be good for me?"

The mech got a trill, maybe that was an okay or the equivalent of one. Spark-Fire wiggled and was looking all around at the things she normally couldn't see on the ground. She even seem to recognize one of Jackhammer's spare swords, pointing at it and chittering away.

"Oh no," Bulkhead said. "You're not playing with those. They're too dangerous." The green mech moved away so that she couldn't see them any longer, turning the vid screen on again. "You want to watch something with me? Let's see what's good for human pups like you."

Spark-Fire tilted her head at the big mech's voice, but for now seemed rather inclined to sprawl over his in his hand and over his finger. He guessed that she was not as active as she processed the big fueling, tiny legs kicking softly between digits at least as big, if not bigger than her.

"I don't know why Jacker thinks you need more socializing," Bulkhead commented. He carefully locked his one hand in place, near his chest so that she could lay against it if she wanted to.

The human pup moved after a bit, curling up in the mech's palm to watch what was the screen from there. Or nap, its was hard to tell.

A full pup doesn't do much right away.

However, as Bulkhead was about to learn once the human pup had processed her big meal, she was up again. She looked around for something more amusing than the 3-D vid-screen as she couldn't understand it so far. The big green mech was in for it as she started to chirp up at him, pacing around the massive hand.

Bulkhead glanced down at her. "What is it now?"

Alert and wide awake, Spark-Fire started poking and feeling over the broad green armor panels, peeking into his frame before the mech could lock up.

"Hey, get away from those. You'll hurt yourself!" Bulkhead said, trying to pull the human away gently.

She slipped past his fingers and then was...gone.

Bulkhead yelped, but kept very still out of fear of hurting the fragile organic. "Okay, you need to get out of me right now."

Something like "Nee!" Was heard from under an armor plate, and then the mech could feel the charge of her energy field against his. Bulkhead gasped at the sudden rush. What was going on? Why would the touch of an organic make him feel so much better?

The bio-energy crackled against his own field before settling into a humm that meshed into his. It had been a rush and now was a constant pleasant buzz as the pup explored as far as she dared. There was a muffled yip, and then the feeling of a small warm weight accidentally dropping into an armor pocket.

The pocket automatically closed around her, to protect her. It was near his spark chamber, and that had Bulkhead worried. If she got too close to his spark, she could hurt herself, or possibly damage the chamber. But having her in the pocket... That felt nice.

Wiggling around, the pup was felt feeling around, whining softly before stilling. Spark-Fire felt around in the warm, almost hot, dark place until her fingers and then palms pressed against the metal wall. She then leaned against it completely, calming down as the pulse of the mech's spark lulled the pup.

"Huh, guess you like that sound?" Bulkhead wondered as the rest of his frame loosened up.

The pup may have been squeaking again, things were muffled to say the least. She seemed content to snuggle up against the mech in this new way, though for how long that would last was questionable.

Bulkhead didn't think it would be that long, though he hoped she would stay there until Jackhammer came back and she could be returned to the smaller mech. Bulkhead returned his attention to the vid screen, but couldn't help but keep his sensors on the little organic.

"You're so, like, warm..." Miko hummed as she nuzzled against the side of this weird place she felt that had a buzzing she almost couldn't get enough of. "Like a hot pizza!"

The mech's voice rumbled around her and he shifted slightly before settling once more. The noises from the giant TV were muffled to the point where she had to strain to hear them, and they weren't that interesting anymore anyways.

Yawning, Miko turned so her back was to the wall, stretching her legs out fully. She wished for her cell phone, if nothing else for the light as her fingers felt around the ground. Then rolled forward to such for where she came in, finding only tight seems.

"Hey pizza heart..." Miko giggled, paused, giggled then frown as she noticed she was taking deeper breaths. "Wait... hey!" She rose up and banged on the wall, trying to wedge her fingers into the seams as the girls young mind finally put together that she was starting to run out of air.

At the banging, walls began to loosen up, and light entered into the little room she was in. Peering out, she could see out his chest, even.

The girl pressed her face to the opening and gasp, "Air! Wait... is everything in here air tight..."

The plating opened up further, allowing her to exit. She could see a clear, easy path out of chest and onto his hand... but there were so many other places in his chest that were available to her as well. Lots of beams and plates everywhere!

It took her all of two seconds to make up her mind, but a little more time to put her idea to action as Miko in her scramble fell right back into the armor pocket. That and she hadn't gotten her berth back. But the girl shimmied out and sprawled on something that was just as warm as her hidy-hole. It was metal like the rest of the mech but almost...scaly? Like bumpy hide.

Miko followed the thing, unknowing it was a mecha scar at first. The mech's voice reverberated around her, the fingers on his hand flexing and wiggling to try to entice her back that way.

The plate she was on curved away after a little bit, sliding downwards. The girl looked back at the hand made a face before trying to peek over the curve, she tilted her head at spotting internal lights. Softly glowing and not to bright but enough of a goal.

Miko slid forwards, "What is this... It's like caving but with no spiders."

As she got closer, she saw that the lights were coming from tubes, and there was some sort of liquid flowing through them. The mech was frozen still, but he was still rumbling around her.

The girl almost touched but the charge given off made her skin prickle so Miko backed off. She looked and explored as much as she dared this time before ending up back in her hiding spot. This time she used her stick to keep it from completely sealing again as the girl curled up next to the pulsing feeling that was almost, but not quite like a heartbeat.

The mech seemed to relax as she re-entered the spot, an odd humming noise coming from him that was almost as soothing as the pulsing noise. The walls closed up except for the one area that left room for air to get in for her to breathe.

"See?" Miko smiled sleepily, waving a hand at the opening, "I'll get you trained yet Mountain..." She muttered as the girl slid into sleep, unknowingly haven given the big mech a spark boost.


Queen's notes: okay, the chapter I was planning to put up [with the new 'born' sparkling] is on pause until Storm can write again.

Reviews!

Kokua Aviatri

Omie- Thank you! and yes, it is a little like that movie XD [I remember it!]

Alphabeat

Omie- lol glad you liked the last chapter

Guest 1

Omie- I'm not sure really about adding Megatron, or if he's alive in this story at all, or... well, I'm not sure. Autobot Pet is a big mish-mash of things [G1, Prime, Comics...] I know Flyby doesn't want to do him so, for now Megatron is up in the air, somewhere around Saturn

Guest 2

Omie- Here you go