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"You expect me to believe that you can tame that thing?"

Upon hearing the word 'thing', the creature's head tilted upwards. He then ignored the word and went back to enjoying Arcee scratching his chin.

"While it may be difficult to believe given the damage that its parent caused, I do believe that the team and myself can learn to control this creature to a reasonable degree," Optimus assured.

"A reasonable degree? What do you mean by that Prime?" Fowler questioned.

"He means that we will still have to discover the creature's biology as we go along," Ratchet explained as he continued the analyze the data he collected. "There's not much information on the deceased parent, so any knowledge we gain about its biology will be through close study."

"Meaning that there might be surprises," Fowler surmised. "I don't like this. And you already know that my superiors are going to give me a headache over this idea of yours."

"I am aware of that, and I apologize in advance Agent Fowler," Optimus offered. "But the creature has shown no ill intent as of yet. And as Autobots, our duty is to protect innocent life in all its forms."

Fowler was about to argue when he saw what the creature was doing right now. It was laying with its back on the floor, contently having its belly rubbed by Bulkhead.

"Huh. This does feel nice," Bulk said as he continued to gently rub his fingers on scaly reptilian skin.

"Told you," Arcee said with a smug grin.

Fowler only sighed, realizing he would have no way of convincing the Autobots to go through with the original plan. Which left only the new one.

"Would the two of you mind moving out of the way? I need to record this," Fowler said as he took out his phone and started his camera app. He focused on the Transformer playing with the baby reptile monster, making sure the angle was good to avoid any argument about it being fake.

"What good is a video going to do for you?" Ratchet asked.

"Proof," Fower explained. "None of the Pentagon boys are going to believe me if I just tell them that the lizard can be peaceful. I'm going to need proof if I want them to believe this."

"You will tell them?" Optimus asked.

"Obviously. I already said I can't stop you. I just hope I'm not making a mistake."

Fowler made his way to the elevator. He was about to exit when Ratchet interrupted him.

"Excuse me, Agent Fowler. There is one question still on my mind."

"What is it?"

"The creature. Does it have a name?"

Everyone who was listened perked up at the question. In all honesty, they were all wondering what the creature would be called. They just hadn't bothered to ask until now.

"A name? I don't... wait..." Fowler took a moment to gather his thoughts. He remembered his superiors did have a designation in mind. He heard it once. It was...

"Godzilla. That was what they called his parent. Though I'm not sure it fits the baby."

Arcee walked closer. "What do you mean?"

"Godzilla was the name meant for the force of destruction the first one was. You said this one was peaceful."

The reasoning was sound. The first creature was more intent on clearing out the human population to make way for its progeny. So far, the only living spawn of the creature did not seem to exhibit the same personality traits. The same name might not be appropriate.

"If you decide on a new name, let me know. I gotta get going."

Fowler quickly disappeared after that. No doubt going to explain to his superiors the change in the situation.

"I'm not really seeing much 'god' here," Arcee said. Everyone turned to see her petting the creature. "But 'Zilla' doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

"Hraa," was the only response he got.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Arcee scratched the newly-christened Zilla's neck. The baby lizard responded with delighted coo's.

"I suppose Zilla will be a sufficient designation. Let me just add that here," Ratchet said as he changed the name in his data.

"So, Zilla huh?"

The reptile looked up at the Autobot who had called his new name. Cliffjumper kneeled down to pet the little one.

"What exactly are we supposed to do with him now?"

Arcee frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that literally. Fowler said he would try to let him stay. But what are we supposed to do meanwhile? I mean, petting him is nice, but I don't think any of us could do it for hours on end."

Every other member of Team Prime had to agree. They couldn't keep Zilla in the hideout forever. Eventually he ould grow too big for it. And then there were other issues, such as-

grrrrrr...

Every single Autobot looked down to see Zilla clawing at his own stomach. He seemed upset.

"Hey, you ok? What's wrong?"

"I was wondering how long this would take," Ratchet said as he stepped closer. "Organics beings require nutrition much more frequently than we would need Energon. Right now, he is likely experiencing the sensation humans call hunger."

"So what do we give him?" Arcee asked, a light level of concern creeping into her voice.

"He is a piscivore. Fish is likely the only food his stomach will accept."

"Does anyone have any fish?"

None of the Autobots needed human food. So obviously none of them had anything to offer for Zilla. Until Optimus spoke up.

"If I could make a suggestion..."

The New York groundbridge opened once again. But this time, the only two beings to walk through it were Arcee and Zilla.

"Ok. Time to get you fed," Arcee said as she looked at the map Ratchet had given her. There was a harbor not too far from where they appeared. The only trick now was to get to it without being spotted.

"Ok. Zilla, I need you to listen to me right now."

The lizard monster lifted up his head to look at his mother. She had his full attention.

"We are going to get you some food. But I need you to dig underground to get there. Do you understand?"

Given the confused tilt of Zilla's head, he did not.

"We can't risk anyone seeing you. If people catch sight of you, they'll probably panic and started aiming things at you. If you want to stay safe, you need to keep hidden. You managed to follow me from the old stadium. I need you to follow me again."

Arcee lowered her head to look Zilla directly in the eyes.

"Can you do that?"

"Hraa!"

In response, Zilla started digging right through the ground. Once his hole was big enough, he started tunneling down through it.

"Hope you can follow me."

Arcee shifted into her motorcycle mode and made her way to the location Optimus and Ratchet suggested.

It took some time, but both Arcee and Zilla were able to make it to the old harbor without issue. It was one that was mostly abandoned after a newer dock had been built a few miles away.

Arcee reached the gate within a few minutes. She wasn't surprised by the lack of humans in the area. What surprised her was the fact that Zilla was waiting for her on the other side of the fence, completely calm and still hungry.

Arcee changed back into her main form. She could only frown at the little lizard.

"How the scrap did you beat me here? I was clocking in at fifty-five. How could you beat me while underground?"

Zilla did not respond to her question. He instead ran to her and pressed his head against her leg. His head was nuzzling against her, and Arcee had to admit that the sensation was a new one. It was impossible to be upset at being beaten when she saw how happy Zilla was.

"Ok. I care about you too. Now, do you want to get fed?"

At the mention of the possibility of food, Zilla immediately perked up. His tongue was starting to poke out of his mouth, and his legs were much more erratic.

"Let's get to the water. There should be some fish there."

Arcee walked towards the old boardwalk. It was age, but it was sturdy enough to hold both her's and Zilla's weight.

"Now we just need to figure out how to get the fish. I don't suppose you-?"

Before Arcee could finish her question, she saw Zilla jump off the boardwalk. He dived headfirst into the water, submerging himself very quickly.

"Zilla!"

Arcee ran to the edge and stuck her hand in the water. She tried to reach for him, but it was clear that he was too far into the water for her to get him. And without any supplemental gear, she would be able to swim after him. Not if she didn't want to rust.

"Please don't drown, please don't drown, please don't drown."

Arcee continued repeating this mantra to herself as she fumbled to get her communicator online. She had a bot to give an earful to.

"Ratchet? Tell me you're there!"

"Arcee? What is it? What happened?"

"What happened? Why...?"

Arcee's potential rant was cut off a head came out of the water. Zilla was swimming above the waves, at least three fish sticking out of his mouth. He quickly swallowed all of them, aiming his pseudo-smile at Arcee.

"Why didn't you tell me that he could breathe underwater?"

"I said that he was amphibious back when I first scanned him. Did you not hear that?"

Arcee sighed. "I must have missed that. My spark almost went haywire when I saw him jump into the harbor."

"That must be his natural instincts kicking in. He may be intelligent enough to understand spoken language, but he is still an animal. Once he detected food in the area, it was only natural for him to jump in after it."

"I guess you're right," Arcee said as she smiled at Zilla. She reached out her hand, a hand Zilla paddled his way towards. Arcee took the chance to rub and scratch Zilla's scaly head, the two of them taking joy in the touch.

"I think I'm going to enjoy having you around."

Arcee was surprised by how easily she admitted that. After Tailgate was lost in the war, she knew that she wasn't the most approachable Autobot. Even with her new partner, it took time for her and Cliffjumper to click together. And yet, Zilla was only born a few hours ago, and Arcee was willing to do anything to keep him safe. And she was happy when she saw him happy.

She liked these feelings, and she wanted to keep Zilla around. Which meant only one thing.

"Now we just need to figure out how to train you."

Optimus held his chin as he kept himself deep in thought. The last few hours had bought a massive change in dynamic to his team. The newborn creature could be a boon to his team, but he was only an infant right now. It would be up to Arcee and the rest to raise him well until he could defend himself.

But Optimus wasn't sure that it could be done here.

"Optimus?"

The last Prime turned to see ratchet walking towards him.

"Yes Ratchet?"

"I can see you pondering Optimus. Would I be correct to assume that this is about Arcee's new reptilian friend?"

"You would be," Optimus said. "I realize that safeguarding Zilla carries its own risks, but I believe them to be necessary. The creature is innocent. He needs only an education to prevent risks to the human population."

"I have my own doubts about this mission. But I trust your decisions Optimus," Ratchet admitted. "But that is not the only thing on your mind, is it?"

"No, it is not. I believe we need to expand our headquarters."

Ratchet frowned. "Optimus, we all agreed that secrecy was for the best. Why ask for more room now?"

"Because this location is not optimal for raising Zilla," Optimus explained. "This desert location could compromise his health, and it does not work for his natural advantages. If we want him to live, we need a location that worked best for him."

"That makes sense," Ratchet admitted. "Where did you have in mind?"

"I believe we already sent Arcee there."

This is where I will be stopping for now. Like I said before, the next couple of chapters will focus mostly on Zilla being a baby lizard and everyone else dealing with it. Specifically, Arcee having all her new mom feelings for the little lizard baby. I'll be writing mostly fluff until Zilla hits his growth spurt.

Anyway, please leave reviews, tell me what you think, and I will see you all next time.

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