Disclaimer: I do not own transformers…only after I have taken over the world…but I do own little Sparks ^_^

So I decided to try something that I haven't done before, post responses to comments at the beginning of chapters, I've seen it done and im not sure how it will go but what the hell why not. I know I missed some, but I will try to get them next time ^_^

Hummergrey: I might let sunshine tell everyone what he chose for Sparks alt mode, not sure yet. As for another sparkling….maybe, haven't thought about it all that much. Falling meteorites….hmmmm you've given me an idea ^_^ and yes I will be cruel and leave cliff-hangers muwahahahahaha!

The Love Doc: I don't know who wouldn't want Sparks, but it was the first thing that popped into my mind. You always read about the dad leaving, not wanting any part of their childs life, so I switched things up.

Rylia: Your very welcome ^_^ hope your feeling better, its no fun feeling like your head is going to split open.

BBgall: I still haven't decided yet if Sparks mum is going to make an appearance….currently thinking of a different route.

My Foot

Jazz carried a hungry and sleepy Sparks back to the base where an anxious Prime waited with about as much patience as could be expected for someone who had a lot of explaining to do. The sounds of twin engines filled the air behind the pair as the Stingrays got ready to go out on patrol. Little Ravage was sniffing around as he slowly followed his companion, at least until something caught his undivided attention.

Optimus stood in the open bay door and watched his second in command approach with the little sparkling. He had had all day to figure out what to say to Sparks but nothing came to his processor…what could he say, he had kept the truth from the sparkling, had lied in order to protect her and in the end she found out the truth and probably hated him now. A small part of his inner spark was afraid of seeing her, afraid of what she would say..the rejection. Would she no longer accept him as her father? The Autobot leader had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he never heard the little voice of the sparkling.

"Daddy…daddy, I'm hungry." Sparks could feel Jazzy laughing silently as they watched the large mech pace while muttering to himself.

"I think you need to speak a little louder Sparky." Jazz chuckled.

There was no need for Sparks to speak up as a certain CMO saw the poor shape she was in and took charge of the situation.

"Prime, get your processor out of the clouds and get this sparkling some energon! Now!" Ratchets rogh voice snapped Optimus out of his thouhts and brought him back to the ground.

"What?...whats wrong?" Shaking s helm, Optimus turned to the pair of bots that were standing just outside the bay door. When Sparks reached out to him, wanting to be held all his concerns about what had happened flew out like the wind.

"Someone would like some supper here." Jazz began to pass Sparks over to the Prime when there was a shout from the paved parking area.

"Hey! What happened to Sparks!" A bright yellow arm came into view. "What did you do to her shorty?"

"Cram it Sunshine. She's just tired…" Ratchet began to lay into the warrior. Unlike half of the autobots in the force he was not afraid of the Corvette, helped when you knew every sensitive wire in the body, he could cause the mech a lot of pain if he wanted to.

"You cram it! What happened?"

"Calm down Sunstreaker, that is an order."

"Not until someone tells me what happened to her and not a nanosecond before!"

Reaching out a hand, Sparks placed the tips of her fingers onto the nearest part she could reach on the upset mech. It ended up being his helm as she was quite a bit higher in the air since Jazzy had handed her off. The moment she touched him everything went still. "I'm ok Stweeker, pwease stop yelling."

The three mechs watched as the tension in Sunstreaker seemed to deflate and the rage leave his optics. Once again the sparkling proved that even the cold ones had a soft spot in that spark of theirs. "It's like she has him on a leash." Ratchet poked a little fun at the mech who was too transfixed by the touch of Sparks to even hear the words.

"Now if he would only listen to me like that when I hand out orders." Optimus added as Sparks removed her hand.

"Alright! Now that everything is settled can we get back to the situation at hand….You get Sparks some energon." Ratchet took control of the situation and began handing out orders, starting with his leader. "You…get your afterburners onto patrol with your brother." Sunstreaker meekly listened to the medic and turned to leave but not before he took another look at Sparks to make sure that she was really ok.

Finally the Hatchets digit landed on the silver solstice. "And as for…."

"Owwwwww! He bit me!" Ratchet struggled to keep a straight face as the voice of Skids could be heard outside near the bay. "Get him off of me!" They could hear the mech hopping around as he was trying to dislodge the sentient dog. "Get him off! Get him off! Get him off!"

"Sounds like Little Ravage found his chew toy." Jazz commented, he was trying to get Ratchets mind on something else as he had a pretty good idea as to what the medic was going to say.

Little giggles could be heard from the other end of the bay as Optimus was heading out with Sparks in hand. "Wittle Wavage! Come on….daddy's gonna geh us something to eat!"

Optimus felt warmth engulf his spark as the little femme spoke the words that he wanted to hear so badly. He quickly radioed Elita, asking her to warm up some energon for Sparks and to get a bowl for Little Ravage.

Ratchet and Jazz watched as the sentient came trotting in with his prize dangling from his mouth, a choice piece of Skids foot. Tail wagging and head held high, Little Ravage joined his companion.

"It appears that you are going to be a little busy Ratch man, so I'll just head on out and leave you to it." Jazz made it about three feet before a hard hand landed on his shoulder.

"Oh no you don't. You are going to get your slagging aft into my office right now, we need to have a little chit chat."

"You mean that dilapidated desk that is sitting in the far corner of the med bay?" Jazz knew he was pushing it, but he really didn't want to discuss the touchy subject of Sparks. The grip that Ratchet had on him though didn't loosen, if anything it got tighter.

"It's not dilapidated! It's perfectly fine! And you are coming with me even if I have to drag you."

"Hey! What about my foot!"

There we go my little gum drops ^_^ and yes I know another little cliff-ahnger. Thanks for all the great reviews and support.

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