Sitting on a chair next to the curtain-sealed medbay, Rosanna yawns quietly. She swings her feet in an effort to keep herself awake, waiting for Jazz to wake up. Ratchet didn't permit her or Eject to visit Jazz while he was still recovering yesterday. It was unfair, but the medic didn't change his mind.

A calm voice calls for her. "Kid?" Rosanna was startled by it only because she didn't hear any footsteps proceeding the call.

"I must be tired…" She mumbled to herself before looking up at Wheeljack who is now beside her. "What are you doing up this early?"

"I should ask you the same thing."

"I asked first."

Wheeljack shrugs. "Prime assigned me on patrol to cover for Smokescreen. Don't see why it had to be me. I've scanned this rock long enough to know what's around. So, what's your story?"

"Couldn't sleep." The singer replies, rubbing her eyes after pushing up her shades. Her bright blue optics briefly illuminated the barely lit room. The lights in the base weren't on since most of the occupants there weren't awake.

"Really? After a night of partying?" Wheeljack grinned from the look of surprise from the tired minicon. "Bulkhead told me all about it yesterday from Miko. Sounded fun. A much better night than what I had." It was hard for Rosanna to detect the mock jealousy in his tone as she barely awake. However, Wheeljack notices Rosanna staying at the med bay curtains. "A much better night than what they had."

"Those dumb MECH did this to Jazz. You rescued him, didn't you?" Rosy sees a nod. "Thanks for bringing him back alive. He gets into lots of trouble without us around."

"Says the one who got busted the other night. Anyway, you're welcome." When it didn't seem that comment didn't get so much as a stifled smile, Wheeljack tried a direct approach. "Jazz will be fine. Special Ops or Wreckers don't go down easily.

"What about that boy? I peeked inside earlier, and I saw the both of them. He is really small too, so he must be young."

"The little guy wasn't looking too good when Jazz found him. But I know Ratchet and that nurse saved their lives."

"And I'm happy for that. It's just," Rosanna paused. "out of all the things that could have harmed them, they weren't hurt by the Decepticons or any of their tricks."

"Yeah. Getting hurt outside of war with the Decepticons, it sucks. It sucks, even more, knowing there's nothing to do about it."

"And I hate it. It isn't enough that we all have to watch our backs from the Decepticons back on our planet and here, but humans too? Why do we have more to worry about, and more Cybertronians getting hurt?"

"Don't ponder about the way life goes, kid. It'll give ya a headache." Wheeljack advised from the spark. "Especially if you're that tired."

Rosanna stubbornly refuses to move off of her chair. The Wrecker tries again. "You should try and get some shut eye while you can. Humans have a hard time staying awake. And listen, they will be fine before you know it."

"Okay." While it seemed Rosanna's stubborn will to not go sleep until Jazz wakes up, it was doomed to fail regardless since she could feel herself slipping.

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"Jazz! What are you doing?" A morning isn't a morning until Ratchet yells at a machine or at a Cybertronian for some fault in they way that they function. Today looks like Jazz's unlucky day to be in the med bay.

"Laying in bed." Jazz answered in a matter of fact tone, being mindful to not completely tick off Ratchet in addition to whatever he may be doing wrong to cause the initial response. "I had a decently good dream. Don't remember what it was about, but I think it was pleasant."

"I mean, what are you doing with the patient in your arms?" For emphasis, Ratchet at points the sleeping sparkling, peacefully resting against Jazz. "How did he get there?"

"I- don't get mad- reached over and picked him up."

"What?!" Ratchet could be a little mad. "Jazz, the stitches on your side are too delicate for you to reach over and pick him up! You just had them applied yesterday!"

"And it still hurts like scrap." Jazz frowns as he could practically count how many stitches are on him just by the lingering pain stretched down his side. 10 or 11. "The kid was having a nightmare last night. What was I supposed to do?"

"He woke up?" Ratchet blinked.

"Briefly last night." Jazz answered before feeling movement. "Speaking of, guess who woke up. Nice job." It wasn't like Ratchet was using his inside voice, so he can't aim a wretch at Jazz for that.

After a short groan, the boy squirms, trying to find a position that didn't bother any of the injuries on his frail body. Laying on his right arm hurts, twisting too much made the stitched cut on his stomach wasn't a good idea either. From what he could see from his right eye finally opened- left eye was bandaged- a scary, massive robot looming over him.

Ratchet spots the boy's face twisting up and lips puckering; the famous tell-tale sign of massive hysteria. When the crying started, Jazz fumbles in trying to calm the child. "Uh… Shush… Everything is okay now. No more scary bad people to hurt you." He kept crying, much to the Autobot's disappointment. "Ah, why you fussin' like this?"

"Here, let me check on him." The instant Ratchet started to lean towards the two techno-organics, the crying increased in volume, and frantic kicks to Jazz's sides, including the stitched up one.

"Nope nope nope! Making it worst!"

"Is everything okay back there?" Called out Arcee standing not too far away from the med bay, but close enough to hear the commotion.

"Is that Arcee's voice? Tell her to come here!"

"Arcee, a moment of your time?" Ratchet beckoned to the biker femme.

After arriving, Arcee saw the Special Op desperately trying to hold the kid down without hurting himself or the kid. "Is that kid giving you trouble?"

"Yes, and he's kicking my sides like crazy! Please take him. He's moving too wildly for me to handle."

Before Arcee could raise an objection, the small child was placed in her arms, still crying. "Um… Hush now, no more leaking from those eyes." She adjusts her grip, having the small boy rest his head on her shoulder with one arm under him for support and the other rubbing his back.

As the crying settles down to hiccups and small quivers, the boy calmed enough to hear the grumbling noises originating from his tummy. "Is that why you are so cranky? Empty tanks got you upset?" A distorted chirp reached her ears almost immediately, as if affirming the question. The noise startled Arcee.

"I have prepared some energon for him. Unfortunately there isn't any suitable bottles around, so you have to hold the cube carefully to feed him." Ratchet explained, and then delicately picks up a tray containing a cube of energon and a human-sized cup and lowers it down in front of the femme. She lifts the cube of liquid energon, pours some of it into the cup, and then picks up the cup as Ratchet lifted away the cube.

"Here you go." Arcee grabs the boy's attention with the colorful drink. He opens his mouth, sipping down the drink while Arcee holds the cup for him as she makes sure it doesn't spill. With the child in content, she resumes her focus on the other two Autobots. "When I heard that someone else was rescued, I didn't expect a techno-organic child this young. Did you figure out where he came from yet?"

"We don't even have a name on him. And I don't think he can speak other than chirping noises, so asking is probably out of the question." Jazz simply said.

"MECH tampered with his voice box," Ratchet looks down at Arcee. " It isn't beyond repair as I was able to do fix what I could. However, he is unable to form words in the human language for the time being."

"Well, isn't that convenient?" Considering there are hundreds of questions to ask alone about where the boy came from, he can't answer any of them? Great. Arcee brings her attention back to the child in question, seeing he drank the energon drier than the sea of rust. "You're done?"

Burp.

"I think you're done." Bulkhead has competition now. Anyway, that kid was beyond starving; in a blink of an eye the energon disappeared from existence. "Please don't purge that up. Keep it in your tanks where it belongs." As Arcee braced herself just in case, what she got instead surprised her more when the kid's arms lovingly wraps around her neck in the cutest little hug.

"Aw. He likes you." Jazz cooed, watching Arcee's face being attacked with nuzzles.

"I can tell by the way he is not letting me go." Could she blame him? After all, she could only imagine the type of night MECH put him through. "Where on Earth did you come from?" The boy looks at Arcee for a second, and then shrugs.

Wait. He shrugged, which means he does understand what she is saying. Arcee wonders if she can get some type of non-verbal answer instead. "What do you mean you don't know? Do you know your name?" This time, she received a head shake. "No name either. "Amnesia, Ratchet?"

"Not unlikely. With the amount of trauma he experienced, it is a possibility for memory loss."

"Is it possible he could from the Decepticons?"

"A sparkling in a Decepticon ranks? I don't believe Megatron have the tolerance for it while he has to deal with a big baby named Starscream." Jazz responded to Arcee after taking a look at the carefree child. The idea of a child of any make on board the Nemesis is absurd.

"Okay. We don't know where he came from or his name. What's the plan for him?"

Ratchet had discussed this scenario with Optimus beforehand if there were no other solutions, then the Autobots would do what is right and care for the boy. Since he is Cybertronian, it would only make sense. When Ratchet told the two Autobots about the decision, they understood.

Jazz relaxes back on the med berth now that his hands are free. "So, I take it you are first shift of watching him?"

"Woah. I didn't agree to do all of that." Yes, she understands that sparklings need to be watched and cared for, but her schedule today does not involve babysitting. Although, the protested whining from the sparkling begged to differ. "I'm not babysitting for the entire day, just so you know. I already look after one child."

"At least the human children are preparing to go back to school. And, with any luck, naptime should be around the corner. Oh, and one other thing, Arcee." Ratchet stops Arcee before she leaves "The child is farsighted. I am going to have to prepare lens to correct his vision, so if he is squinting, that's normal."

"So, when am I ready to leave?" Jazz asked once Arcee left with the boy.

Ratchet starts tidying up the med bay by moving some tools around. "Until I say so."

"The kid gets to go, but I have to stay?"

"Only because there isn't anyone to carry and watch over you." Ratchet narrows his optics after he was getting a prolonged stare from Jazz. "Stop giving me that look. I am not going to pick you up."

"How about some cartoons?" Arcee suggests as she carries the black-haired child to the TV area. He likes the idea and claps his little hands to show it. That's so cute, and Arcee couldn't resist a smile. "Bumblebee is watching something you would like."

The scout, who is relaxing on the couch in the preparation of eating a sandwich, he hears Arcee walking up the stairs. "Arcee, are you are holding a baby?" Bumblebee perplexed tone matched his expression. "That was the kid in the med bay?"

Arcee sits the amnesic youngling next to the astonished teenager. "Yep." The couch was so soft to him, that he wanted to jump on it, but maybe later. He was actually more interested in the sandwich on a plate across of him on the table. The femme notices it, and then faces Bumblebee. "What you got there? Don't tell me it's another,"

"PB and H?" Bumblebee answered her question before its completion.

"Yes. That." She knew the abbreviations stood for 'peanut butter and honey'. "Didn't Ratchet tell you to cool it with the honey?" For a while now, Bumblebee grew fond of the taste of honey to the extent he would eat spoonfuls of it a day. Since honey contains a huge amount of sugar, it was the medic's order to have him limit the consumption of it.

"He did. And I am. I can have a maximum of two tablespoons of honey per sandwich, and two sandwiches a day." Bumblebee held up the respective number of fingers on each number spoken.

"Chirp!" Squeak the sparkling, reaching his little arms out for the food.

"You want some, bud?" Bumblebee tears off a piece and drops it into the boy's opened mouth. "Good, right? What's his name anyway?"

"No clue. As of the moment, he doesn't have one that he remembers." Arcee said to Bumblebee.

"He has amnesia or something? Oh. Well, maybe we can give him a temporary name?" Bumblebee fed another piece of bread to the child. It was then Bumblebee gained inspiration. "Maybe something like... ChirpWing."

Arcee raises an eyebrow. "Why ChirpWing?"

"He reminds me of a baby bird. How does that name sound to you?" The sparkling now named ChirpWing, reacts to his new name with another chirp. "I think he likes his name."

"Or the sandwich." ChirpWing isn't a bad name as Arcee thought it over. After all, the boy is acting like a hungry bird, having his mouth open while Bumblebee feeds him. "Didn't you just have an entire bottle of energon?" This kid better not get a tank ache later.

"So, what's the plan with ChirpWing? Are we keeping him?"

"From what I heard from Ratchet, yes we are."

"Can he talk? Like, with actual words?"

Arcee shakes her head.

"The phone. The phone is ringing." What kind of cartoon is Bumblebee watching in the first place? It didn't register with Arcee until she heard the singing from three talking school pets from what it seemed. This is not the standard cartoon for young teens such as Bumblebee to be watching. Arcee gives BB a look that pretty much matched Bulkhead's 'what the frag' expression when Miko showed him Japanese commercials.

"There is nothing else to watch." Bumblebee was quick to answer as if his dignity was on the line.

"Not Dora this time?"

"No! I watch Diego, senorita."

Yep, huge difference. Arcee rolls her eyes. "Whatever it is, he's enjoying it." She motions to the practically tranced ChirpWing, and then to herself, "and I'm not watching it."

"You're leaving Chirpwing with me?"

"It's time for my training. I'll be done in two hours. And I trust you to keep him occupied." This is one way to escape out of babysitting duties and not seem like a horrible person.

"ChirpWing, make sure Bumblebee keeps his hands out of the honey pot. I'll be back soon." Arcee exits down the steps. When ChirpWing peeled his eyes away from the screen, the blue femme vanished like magic. Bumblebee doesn't think he heard her talking to him either as he starts to whine.

"She'll be back. Two hours is essentially four Wonder Pets episodes. It'll be over before you know it." And, if Primus be so kind to Bumblebee, there will be something good to watch after this episode is over.

At the end of the first episode, ChirpWing claps his hands, applauding as if he watched an oscar award winning movie. Bumblebee couldn't believe how entertained a child could be watching cute singing animals rescue other animals. Okay, Bumblebee can't lie to himself and he has to admit that these songs were catchy and the show was mildly suspenseful. During the commercial break, another set of brakes squealed to a stop into the base coming from a multi-colored race car.

"It's official. Smokescreen owes me big time for covering him." Wheeljack transforms up, walking to the first inhabits he sees in the main room, Bumblebee (ChirpWing is too small to be seen).

"Why are you complaining about patrol? At least you have wheels. And a built-in air conditioner. And wheels." Bumblebee emphasized. Wheeljack better check his non-techno-organic privileges of having an alt mode.

"It doesn't mean I live for the thrill of patrolling." Wheeljack scoffs, then lazily smiling at the hint of jealousy. As the Wrecker arrived closer to the TV area, he spots a smaller frame next to Bumblebee. "Oi. Awake so soon, bud? I didn't expect to see you out and about before Jazz. I guess even a child is tougher than him, am I right?"

Chirpwing tilts his head to the side, giving Wheeljack an odd stare.

"C'mon put it there." Wheeljack's ball up his fist, expecting a fist pound from the little guy, but instead, he received terrified whines.

Bumblebee feels ChirpWing grabbing on his arm for protection from Wheeljack. "I think he's afraid of you."

Wheeljack retreats his arm. "For what?"

Bumblebee shrugged. "Maybe he's scared because you're a huge robot?"

"Why doesn't he say anything about it?"

"Because he can't." Right on cue, distressed chirping escapes the small kid's mouth. "See what I mean? He only communicates like this." Bumblebee ends up comforting ChirpWing and telling him Wheeljack means no harm. For the moment, he calmed, but still clings onto Bumblebee's arm.

"Wow. He's basically a mini you, back when you couldn't speak. Well, fine. I'll leave him alone for now." Wheeljack understands the child went through an ordeal last night, so he can respect his space. "It's good to see him online at least."

"Who's online?" Blaster said, entering the main room with both of his minicons sitting upon his shoulders.

"Aw. Is this the baby that was in the med bay? He is cuter than I thought!" Rosanna couldn't completely see ChirpWing when he was in the med bay, at least, not the cute round face. She slides off of her deployer's shoulder plating and onto the top of the TV area in a flash. "Look at those chubby cheeks!"

Chirpwing puffs out his cheeks to maximum capacity when Rosanna tries to squeeze them, stopping her mid-action.

"I don't think he wants you to touch his chubby cheeks." Eject chuckled.

Rosanna pouts. "I'm touching them anyway."

When that happened, the air stored in the child's cheeks were forced out of the small opening of his mouth, imitating the sound of a whoopee cushion. ChirpWing was giggling madly at his own sound as so did the other bots. They found ChirpWing's amusement to be funnier than the noise itself.

"He is so adorable. Can we keep this cutie?" Rosanna begged.

"It's not like he has anywhere else to go," Bumblebee mentioned.

Blaster turns to Bumblebee and asks, "So, nothing about where he came from?"

"The only thing we know about him is that he chirps and eats sandwiches. Speaking of sandwiches, I'm gonna make another." Bumblebee rises off of the couch.

"Aw, can I watch him for a while then? Please please please?"

"Wanna stay with her?" ChirpWing shakes his head, 'no', and then shows his empty mouth. "You're still hungry? I suppose I can get you a snack first." The blond teen picks up ChirpWing and lets him sit on his shoulders. The smaller techno-organic has his tiny legs dangling near Bee's chest, gently holding onto his head for support.

"Hey, since that kid is out," Eject speaks to Blaster and his fellow minicon while Bumblebee walks down the stairs, "do you think Hatchet will finally let us see Jazz?"

"Only one way to find out. Rosy, you climbing back on?" Blaster turns to the pink haired teen.

"Yeah, don't move. Oh, Wheeljack!" Rosy called out to said mech.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You know what for." Rosanna didn't plan to get into detail.

Nonetheless, Wheeljack understood what the thanks is for. "Don't sweat it."

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In the kitchen, ChirpWing was sat on top of the table since he was too small for normal chairs. Bumblebee finished preparing another PB and H sandwich and gave half of it to the small child in addition to a glass of milk with a straw.

"Okay. Some for me, and some for you. I also got you some milk too." Bumblebee sits down at the table with his own plate. He found it strange that the other didn't appear eager to eat. "What are you waiting for? You want me to feed you?" Even though that was a rhetorical question, ChirpWing nods. "Why?" He has arms that functions properly as MECH didn't damage them that much. Nonetheless, the kid gave Bee a pouty frown. "Okay, you talked me into it."

The Wrecker Bulkhead enters the kitchen, craving some leftover pizza, and sees Bumblebee feeding himself and Chirpwing. Bulkhead folds his arms in mock disappointment as he says, keeping a serious expression, "Bee, Agent Fowler is going to have smoke coming out of his ears if there's another human child on base." but he had to grin at that last part.

"I would love to see that." Bumblebee chuckles after sipping down some milk. "Bulkhead, meet ChirpWing. Jazz and Wheeljack rescued him."

"Hey, Chirpy, or should I say peanut butter cheeks." Bulkhead playfully pokes the kid's cheeks as he giggles. "Keep eating like Bumblebee, and that peanut butter is going make your tummy look like a pudgy balloon."

"Oh, please. I work out."

Chirpwing reaches up for Bulkhead as a signal of wanting to be picked up. Bulkhead obliges and lifts the kid up to his shoulders. "Enjoying the height?" Chirpy whistles fascinated at the new height he achieved.

"So, you're going to abandon me just like that?" Questioned Bumblebee, feeling a hint of betrayal. You think you guy after bonding over sandwiches.

Bulkhead grinned, feeling like he won a contest. "It's because I'm awesome."

Chirpwing starts reaching for something on the top fridge. When his hand retracts away, a cookie appears in his tiny hands.

"Looks like someone found the stash." Bulkhead laughs before having a cookie waved in his face. "Aw, thanks, bud, but you can have it instead."

"Cookies? Is that where Arcee put them?" One of the disadvantages of being one of the shorter Autobots, Bee can't see the top of the fridge. Although to be fair, that fridge is tall enough for Bumblebee needing a step ladder to reach above it.

"I'm sure Arcee wouldn't miss one. Or, raise pit if Chirpy munches on one."

"Your funeral when it becomes 'that time of the month'." Bumblebee pauses. "Actually, can I have one too? You can't have milk without cookies."

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"Whew." Arcee exasperates before chugging down a bottle of water. Her training routine today had to be religious to work off three boxes of chocolate chip cookies and a pint of ice cream from a few weeks ago. Female cycles- who invented it and why must chocolate be craved?

Aside from focusing on shedding a few pounds, Arcee's mind was also occupied by wondering about ChirpWing's well-being. She kept telling herself that the child isn't her priority, nor much of her concern. Yes, he's been through pit and back with MECH, but he's going to recover soon and perhaps find the kid's creators.

Now that would be stretching it considering it isn't uncommon for orphans during the war with families torn apart. Some cases, sparklings would be in escape pods, usually with caretakers.

Maybe that's where Chirpwing came, although that would sound a bit too convenient for a sparkling escape pod now to arrive out of all times and places. And unless he was in the pod alone, where is the caretaker?

Unless someone in the Decepticon ranks got busy...

Ew gross. Arcee is starting to sound like Miko jumping into irrational and partly disturbing conclusions.

Anyway, going astray from that topic, and returning to her primary train of thought, Arcee wonders how Chirpwing is doing. Does he miss her? It hasn't even been a full hour, although...

"It wouldn't hurt to check on him…"

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"Atta-oop!" Came a joyful exclamation followed by giggling squeaks.

"The kid just came out of surgery, and he's being tossed in the air." Jazz scoffs while watching Bulkhead playfully toss ChirpWing in the air. The Special Ops was able to leave the med bay on the account of Blaster being his wheelchair, aka, sitting on his shoulder plating. "What kind of medicine did Ratchet put him under?"

"Bulkhead! What are you doing!?" Came a gasp from Arcee the moment she stepped into the main room.

"Arcee. Calm your engines," Bulkhead holds Chirpy in his arms, being startled by the outburst. "I was only playing with him."

"Do you know how incredibly dangerous it is to toss him in the air like that?"

"I didn't toss him close to the ceiling. And he was loving it. Tell her, Chirpwing. Chirpwing?" Bulkhead notices Chirpy's bright demeanor turned sour with a sickly green face. Where has he seen that look- oh scrap. The Wrecker hauled to the nearest waste bin and allows the child to purge his tanks.

"Oh, that can't be good." Wheeljack frowned. He watches Arcee approach Bulkhead, as did the other occupants in the room.

"Did he get motion sick?" Arcee wasn't surprised, although she didn't expect it to happen either. "He only had energon and part of Bee's sandwich." Was that enough to get him sick? Chirpwing didn't have a whole meal either.

"He had a few cookies too."

"A few cookies- Bulk!" Bulkhead couldn't say 'sorry' fast enough to get him out of hot water. Arcee then takes the sickly child away from Bulkhead and cradles him protectively. "I can't trust you mechs to watch Chirpwing for an hour without him having an upset stomach." Arcee scowls then looks down at Chirpy with the softest expression ever seen on her face. "Let's go see Ratchet for that tank ache. I won't let you get sick like this again."

"Good job setting off Arcee's carrier programming, Bulk." Wheeljack gave a small, but easily detected sarcastic applause. "No, really. Now she's three times as deadly as a femme, a soldier, and a carrier."

"At least she can't stomp on me as a full grown Cybertronian."

"Bulkhead, let me tell you something about femmes. It doesn't matter what shape or size they are, they will kick your aft more ways than one either physically or mentally, or both."


Wow. That was a long chapter. Welp, here we have Arcee being a carrier for lil Laserbeak~. Okay, I have no idea what to say now other than I will post another Author's chapter shortly to explain some further plans for these chapters and update speed. So, any questions or concerns, ask them as quick as possible. To be honest, I answer any question.

Welp, I hope you guys loved the chapter and I hope you stay tuned for more!