A/N: Another little fluffy chapter. But I think we will all enjoy the fluff in this chapter. Sorry for the delay in writing this chapter. I didn't know where I wanted to go. I definitely have my inspiration back! Read and review please!

First Steps

"Come on, sparkling!" Papa coaxed, holding out his hands towards me. I huffed and looked at him, before letting out a cry as he still maintained his distance. Papa got this disappointed look on his face, before he plucked me off the cushion I was sitting on.

"Maybe next time, Sunny," Daddy said, tickling my belly. I laughed in my father's hold.

"Knock it off, Sides!" Papa snapped at Daddy, before holding his hand protectively over my frame. I stopped my laughter and looked up at Papa and Daddy. Then I grabbed a hold of Papa's chassis plates and curled my head over his spark.

"Aww, look at dat!" Jazz cooed. "Not too of'en we can see our fron'linah look so sof'." Papa growled, and I sighed before bringing my thumb digit into my mouth.

"Look how cute!" Bluestreak said quickly.

"When do you think that she'll take her first steps?" Papa asked Ratchet as we sat in the medbay, for my checkup. Ratchet finished looking at my joints before stepping back.

"That's up to every sparkling, Sunstreaker." Ratchet admitted. "There's just no timeframe I can give you to tell you that."

"But!" Papa exclaimed, looking disappointed.

I do something bad? I asked over our bond, curious as to his expression.

No, sweetling. Papa was quick to reassure me. You did nothing wrong.

"Alright Ratchet, on average, when do most sparkling's walk?" Daddy asked, raising an optic ridge. I cooed and raised my hands up towards Ratchet. Ratchet gave me a scowl, before picking me up, per my request.

"Usually sparkling's walk when they reach about twenty Earth years. That would be when they are about fifteen Cybertronian years. However, Star seems a bit accelerated in her growth, which I attribute to be her human life. Therefore, we might be able to see her first steps anywhere within the next six months." Ratchet said, cradling me in his hands. Then he pointed one finger at my fathers. "However, this does not mean that she will walk within six months, boys. It might take her a while to finally walk."

"We understand," Daddy said, after elbowing Papa in the side when he opened his mouth. Papa nodded and then Ratchet handed me over to my Daddy.

"Have fun, sparkling!" Ratchet said, before handing me a glowing Energon lollipop. I eagerly stuck it into my mouth.

"Ratchet!" My father complained, looking over at me in Daddy's arms. "Now we'll never be able to get her to eat her evening Energon."

"Don't complain!" Ratchet snapped. "I put in a numbing agent, for she has two of her teeth coming in. You both will be grateful that I did give that to her. You two kept up a lot of people with your screaming and crying as your teeth came in."

"Oh." Papa looked taken back. "Then thanks Ratchet."

"Now get. I don't need slagging idiots in my medbay!" With that the three of us went on our way. I gurgled happily and managed to get my Energon lollipop everywhere, including Daddy. Papa gave us a wide berth as he observed the mess I made out of everything.

"Don't come near me with that sticky monster!" Papa snapped at Daddy when he tried to hand me over to Papa. Daddy laughed, and took me to the washracks so that we might get clean. I laughed and played with the water that sprayed over the both of us.

The next three months both my father's tried to get me to walk. I stubbornly refused and wanted picked up everywhere. Then when no one would pick me up anymore, I got upset.

This is when I took to crawling after people, which made Papa cringe due to the marks I would put into my armor. My silver protoform would be scratched from crawling on the floor, as would my servos. Therefore, anytime Papa would catch sight of me crawling after any mech or femme, he would pluck me off the ground.

Then came a day when Papa and Daddy were out on a mission. I was given to Prowl and Smokescreen for watching. I desperately wanted to get up onto the couch, where they were watching a movie. No one paid me any mind and I got angry.

So I pulled myself to my knees first and then onto my feet. I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before I fell over and hit the back of my helm with a loud clang. Prowl and Smokescreen looked down at the sound and then sprang into action.

"WAHHHH!" My wails were heard all throughout the base. Smokescreen immediately picked me up and rushed off to Ratchet.

"Shh, Star. It's alright." He soothed. "We're gonna go see Ratchet and see what he thinks, okay, sparkling?" My wailing didn't stop as my head throbbed with every strum of my heart.

"Ratchet!" Smokescreen burst into the medbay. Ratchet looked up from what he was doing and immediately rushed to his side.

"What in the pit's name happened here?" He took me gently from Smokescreen and began to run a scan over my frame. My wails were still as fierce as they were when I initially hit my head.

"She hit her helm!" Smokescreen looked quite panicked. If I wasn't busy wailing my compressors out, I would have found this whole situation funny. "I think she was trying to pull herself to her feet and then she fell. I wasn't able to catch her in time, Ratchet!"

"Smokescreen, calm down before you glitch out like Prowl." Ratchet commanded, before setting me down on a berth. "It's alright Sparkling. Let me take a look at the back of your helm."

My wails were quieting down to sobs with hiccups as Ratchet gently prodded the back of my helm. Whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot, I would keen. Ratchet hummed as he checked it all over.

"Is she alright?" Smokescreen asked, wringing his hands. Ratchet nodded.

"She's quite alright. She might have a processor ache for a day or two, but other than that, nothing really happened." Ratchet said. Smokescreen gave a sigh of relief when he heard the news. I was still crying softly, and sniffling. "Shh. Hush now, sparkling. You're alright." Ratchet plucked me off the berth and cradled me into his arms.

"What happened?" The doors to the medbay banged open. Ratchet turned and glared at whoever it was, as I began to cry again.

"What happened to our sparkling?" Papa was suddenly in front of us, and took me from Ratchet's arms, before cradling me to his chassis. I quieted down almost immediately and took to hiccupping in his arms.

"She fell and hit her head!" Smokescreen blurted out, holding his hands out. Papa growled, but did nothing.

"Smokescreen thinks she was trying to stand up, when she got a little unsteady and fell over backwards." Ratchet explained. "Nothing is wrong, she just might have a bit of a processor ache the next few days."

"Why weren't you watching her?" Daddy demanded. I purred and cuddled closer to Papa. He hummed, soothingly.

"I was!" Smokescreen defended. "She was sitting on the floor, playing with those blocks. The next thing I know, she's toppled over backwards, wailing."

"Sideswipe." Ratchet said, in a warning tone. Daddy backed off, before stalking out of the medbay.

Later that night, while we were all in the berthroom, I stood up again. Daddy was sitting on the couch, looking at a datapad and Papa was painting canvas. I made a noise, but they were engrossed in their projects. I pulled myself to my feet again, and wobbled as I took my first step.

I fell down again, this time on my bumper. The clang drew their attention, but I struggled to my feet again, never paying them any mind. I took another step, only to wobble again. I fell once more, and gave a frustrated sound.

"Hey, baby!" Papa said, kneeling a few inches away from me. "Come here." He said, holding out his hands to me. I looked up at him and cooed before I got to my feet again. I wobbled and lurched forward before grabbing hold of his hand. "Good girl!"

"Good job, sweet!" Daddy was there too, pressing a kiss to my stomach. I giggled and let Daddy pick me up into his arms.

"Daddy!" I shrieked. "Papa! 'Alk!"

"Yes you did, baby girl." Papa said with a smile. "Yes you did."