A/N: All right... here we go!

NordicAutobotGirl: I know, but I don't know much about the sparkbonding process, despite reading about a bunch of them, and I didn't want to get anything wrong, thus decided to skip it... Hopefully this chapter isn't as rushed. :D Also, read it!

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Seeker3: Glad you're lovin' it! Lol, anyhoo, Avatar is awesome as well, but there is sadly not very many interesting stories of it...

The human military base was just the same as before, vehicles full of humans zipping about, humans walking, human talking, humans humans humans.

They could get annoying, in my opinion.

The sun beamed out extra hot beams of sunlight today, it seemed, for even I felt it's heat. But it didn't deter the humans. While they dripped their fluids, they continued to do their work. I did admire them for that, though.

While Optimus continued on, I lay down in the shade of a large building in Predacon form.

"Predaking, I am beginning to regret coming along. The heat is psychical."I said through my spark-bond with Predaking.

He chuckled. "While I sit here, in Ratchet's medbay, in the cool air."

Rolling my optics, I glanced at a nearby human. He was sitting in the shade of another building just across from me, holding a pad of paper and writing in it, occasionally glancing up at me. Curious, I watched him for a while longer, before standing and quietly making my way towards him.

When he glanced up again, I was staring at what he was doing. He yelped, startled, and I drew back, transforming as I did. "My apologies, I did not mean to scare you."

"I-It's fine, you move really quietly for someone so... big."

I grinned widely. "May I ask what you are doing?"

"Sure." The human stood, holding his pad outwards for me to see. A perfect likeness of me was rendered on the paper, a curious tilt to my helm and a gleam in my optic. "That is... amazing."

The human shrugged self-consciously. "I got a drawing of almost every Autobot, and when I saw you, I really tried to get your pose right, but you never really held still long enough until now."

"I can go back and lay back down if you want." I offered, still amazed at this tiny human's talent.

"No, no, it's fine, really. All I need is the details, really. I have most of them, but I was wondering... could I see a few up close?" He squinted up at me eagerly.

"Of course. Which ones would you like to see?" I asked, holding my clawed servo out for him to step on. He did so, examining his picture as he did. "Well, the flame detail on your... face, or whatever you call it."

"Faceplates." I said, slowly bringing my servo up as smoothly as I could. "Great!" He replied, settling himself onto my servo and sketching quickly.

A few minutes later he said, "Done!" And I brought him down, where he jumped off and showed me the finished product. It was even more amazing now! "Predaking!" I said through the bond. "This human, here, he has made a drawing of me!"I transfered the memory of it to Predaking, who hummed in agreement.

"Um, you done staring at it?" The human's voice snapped me out of the conversation I was holding with Predaking. "Of course, my apologies, I was merely showing it to my sparkmate."

"Spark mate?" The human shut his drawing pad and slipped it, along with his pencil, into his backpack that was sitting at his feet.

"Yes, my sparkmate."

"How were you doing that? Was it through the... um, comm. was it called?"

"No, it was through our spark bond."

"What's that? And what's a spark?"

"A spark is our heart, or soul." As I continued explaining, the human would nod every now and then, soaking the information in rapidly.

All too soon, I was informed by Arcee and Dawn that it was time to go. "I shall see you later, human. What is your designation?"

"Patrick, Patrick Rockwall. And you?"

"I am Darkflame."

"Sweet. Catch ya later!" Patrick yelled over his shoulder, trotting away to the barracks.

"Looks like someone got a new friend." Arcee teased, shoving my shoulder. I barely moved. "He is only a friend, I do, after all, have a sparkmate!"

Dawn giggled. "Speaking of, when will Thanator come back?"

"I don't think he will." I said, walking out of the groundbridge. "Predaking, do you think NOW is a good time to check on Smokescreen? He hasn't seen any of us for a few cycles, and he's getting more and more curious about outside the cave."

"I am not sure... do you think we should bring him here?"

"Would that be a good idea? You know the Autobots will automatically assume-"

"But it will be good for us all.I can keep watch over him while I'm in the medbay."

"Ok, then. We will bring Smokescreen to the Autobot base."

"Ratchet."

The medic continued digging through the large cabinet.

"Ratchet!"

I said louder, tapping my tail impatiently against my thigh. "Ratchet!"

A mumble came from him.

I sighed, then tickled Smokescreen, who I held, protected in my arms. He chirred, the sound loud in the empty base. Ratchet's helm whipped upwards, slamming against the top of the cabinet. He paid no heed, whirling around and gaping at Smokescreen. "YOU and PREDAKING had a SPARKLING!?"

I chuckled, Predaking echoing it from the medbay. "No, he is a sparkling we found quiet a ways from the Predacon encampment, all alone. We have been taking care of him for a while."

Ratchet's optics were wide, and he touched Smokescreen's faceplates with a digit softly. "Hi, there. Mind if I take him?" He said to me and Smokescreen. I handed Smokescreen off to the medic, armor plates bristling slightly.

The scan tickled Smokescreen, and he chirred, wriggling. "Goad beisslen, Smokescreen."

Ratchet handed Smokescreen back to me. "He's healthy, but his armor is getting too tight. What's his designation?"

"Smokescreen."

Ratchet nodded. Handing me a Energon cube, he instructed me to feed Smokescreen. I did so, then set Smokescreen onto the floor. He promptly scurried over to Ratchet's workbench and bit into the first machine he saw.

It sparked and buzzed before dying, and apparently shocked Smokescreen a bit, for he hummed. Ratchet nearly shrieked, but dove forward all the same and grabbed Smokescreen and lifted him into the air.

Smokescreen squealed happily, waving his peds at me. I grinned back. I plucked him out of Ratchet's grip, then held him firmly and looked him in the optic. "Smokescreen. Do not touch the medic's toys, okay?" Smokescreen squirmed, wanting down. I held him firmer. "Smokescreen. Look. At. Me."

Hearing my tone, the sparkling stared at me warily. "Do not touch the medic's toys."

Smokescreen nodded. "Otay!" He chirped. "Ah!" I gasped. "He said 'otay', that's his first word!"

I spun around with Smokescreen, reveling with Predaking as well. Ratchet looked confused.

Setting Smokescreen back down, I gave Predaking a large kiss. "He said OTAY!" Predaking smiled. "What does it mean?" He teased. "It means Okay, of course!"

Smokescreen squealed from my peds.

I picked him up and set him on Predaking's chassis. "I love both my mechs." I hugged them both as best as I could.

A/N: Now Bumblebee knows Smokescreen; or, he knew him before he died. When Bumblebee sees Smokescreen's paint job and hears his name... well... you can only guess!

May StarClan light your path, my fellow Warriors!