Hey there.

Sorry it took so long and that it isn`t so good, but i wanted to write something that has nothing to do with my exams..
I will be away until the 15. of March, because than my last exam will be over and i hope that my mood will get better.

Right now my head is filled with another transformers story i really want to write, but i need some time to think some things through about it.

I am thinking about a Red Alert/ mech OC or a Jolt/mech Oc or a First Aid /mech OC. All of this three mechs deserves more love..

Anyone know some good stories with them? Can you tell me?

And the pairing fo this story is still undecided. But i have time with the pairing, i think...

Transformers is not mine...


Whoever said that life wasn`t fair should go to the Pit, at least Ironhide was of that opinion. Whoever said that had just jinxed everybot else. It wasn`t enough that the Decepticons destroyed Praxus in only one nightcycle, it wasn`t enough that from out of more than a million of praxian bots, just a servo full survived, rendering an entire frame type nearly extinct. It wasn`t enough that Ironhide had to be there at the first cycle, he was even standing in the ruins of the youthsector again. He prayed to Primus that he and his team would get lucky again, after finding the newspark in the hospital the cycle ago.

Ironhide really wanted to know what happened to the newspark, but he was sent out again just Breems after refueling and he was to concentrated on his job to let worry cloud his processor even more. But he swore to himself and to Primus, as fast as he could get back, he would corner Jolt or Wheeljack about the Newspark.

Carefully the gargantuan black and grey mech stepped over debris, always looking where he placed his pedes, alert to the smallest sounds that occurred around him. Just a few meters behind him were the Rest of his team. Jazz lurked in the shadows, his silvery frame bent over some Datapads. Chromia, the light of his spark, was pressed against a still standing wall, her weapons out and ready to blow up a con with the slightest concern. And finally First Aid, the silver mech with the red stripes and the full face mask as the medic. He stood in the protective circle the others had formed, his optics roaming over the portable scanners in his left servo.

They had stopped in the ruin of a destroyed daycare, had tried to not notice the small lifeless frames of the offlined sparklings and younglings, but it was so hard. He could feel Chromias fury and sadness over their bond and filled it with love and protectiveness from his side. He and `Mia had tried for a Sparkling of their own, but then the war started and the Decepticons started to kill femmes, so both `Hide and `Mia thought that the plans of their own family unit had to wait. But now seeing and processing the offlined dearsparks nearly broke the sparks of both of them.

A small static sound from behind him caused Ironhide to turn his helm back, his optics landing on First Aid, who was fiddling around with his scanner, frantically typing on it and hissing from under his facemask.

"Aid? What `re ya doin?" Jazz voice was strained and barely audible at all, but it caught First Aids focus. The small mech gestured wildly to his scanner, his optics now wandering over their surroundings.

"I got a small blip on it! Someone must still be alive in here! It is damped, so I have just the direction and not the exact location, but it has to be enough!" Ironhide felt like he had this situation before, just a cycle ago he and his team had got a scrambled message, barely receivable and had to track it down till they were standing right under a window. Without much processing from his part, Ironhides optics strayed to the crumpled building a few blocks away, the hospital slowly breaking apart even as he looked upon it.

"Then let us find whoever that is! They will need our help if the condition of this building is anything to go by." Chromia holstered one of her blasters and, with a quick gaze over Aids scanner, took point in the formation. Ironhide let the others pass him by before taking his position at the rear, his processor warming up for incoming battle.


Bumblebee clutched the grey metal ball in his small servos, observing the pretty green lights dancing on it. His Danniluk had given it to him before she closed the lid to the air duct and then ran, dampening the bond. Bumblebee had panicked instantly, his Danni had left him in something dark and he couldn`t see or hear anything. His Danni had put a square metal boy right under his hiding place and it was blocking the sounds from outside. Bumblebee was very glad about it, the screams and the sounds from metal on metal had hurt his audios, caused him to leak from his optics.

That was some time ago now. His Danni told him not to move, to stay at this air duct and wait for her, so wait he would. His Danni had promised to come back and she had never broken her promises. But Bumblebee was scared and wanted his Danni back, it was getting colder here and he couldn`t help but start shivering from it. Danni had often told him that the cold wasn`t good for him and the other sparklings. She would have hold him against her chassis, warming him up again, but his Danni wasn`t here yet.

He was so scared now, why was his Danni still gone? And why had his bond to her gone silent? It had hurt so much, he had fallen into recharge from the hurt, he had cried for his Danni, tried to catch the bond as it slipped into silence, but it hurt. And now he couldn`t feel his Danni anymore. He felt empty inside and his pretty light in his chest felt heavy and colder than usual.

To distract himself Bumblebee started clicking and chirping, whistling and purring. He tried to imitate the song his Danniluk sang to him every cycle before he had to go into his crib for recharge. He started shivering more violently, reaching out to wrap his own arms around him, his clicking and whirring increasing. The pretty ball, he had sat it down before trying to get warm again, lost some of its green lights and rolled a bit around. Bumblebee could feel the vibrations in his air duct and his head whipped up. Carefully he crawled to the vent, peeping out of the small slits in the room below. Maybe it was his Danniluk! Yes, that would be her and she would take him inter her servos and warm him up again!

Bumblebee chirped loudly and reached out to push against the vent, but it was stuck. He pressed his whole body against it, pushing with all his might, but even then the vent would not budge. He would have to wait till his Danni would get him out again. Bumblebee peered through the slits again, his intakes hitching as his optics fell on the bots in the room. His Danniluk wasn`t with them!

He robbed away from the vent again, his feet clanking against the ball with the lights. His helm whipped around, staring at it as the lights on the ball flickered and then stopped shining. Bumblebee was left in the dark and a whine left his vocalizers in his distress.

The murmuring sounds, which he had notices before but didn`t pay attention to, stopped short. After a few moments heavy steps came in his direction, causing him to cower in the shadows some more. The vent rattled for a klikk before it was yanked out by a grey and black servo. Before the vent could even leave Bumblebees field of vision, a glowing cannon was held in front of the air duct.

Bumblebee screeched loudly, rolling into a ball to protect himself, whirring and clicking in his fright, calling for his Danniluk desperately. The cannon was soon replaced by a huge helm, with something like feline audios on its side. Blue optics stared at Bumblebee for a moment before humming at him. A warm, huge servo reached into the air duct and wrapped around the still whimpering Bumblebee.

Ironhide couldn`t believe his optics. He held a small black and yellow sparkling in his servo. A shivering and very frightened sparkling, mind you, but a living one, hidden in an air duct and protected by sensor blocks and even an electrical disruptor ball, which was now empty of energy. And that was their luck.

Had the disruptor ball had more energy, they would have never found the small sparkling in there, would have walked by as if nothing happened. They would have declared the scanner as faulty and they would have left a sparkling to his death.

Ironhide pressed the servo with the shivering mechling against his chassis, right over his spark, where it would be warm and safe for the little one. He turned slowly, his servo cupping his precious load to him. Jazz chuckled lowly as he got a sight of the mechling.

"Seems lika Ah and `Hide are some awesome trinkets for findin` sparklings! First Prowlers lil` buddy, then `Jacks newspark an` now ol` `Hides mechling.!"

"I am calling Ratchet!" First Aid yelped and tried to catch the CMO on a secure frequency.

Ironhide and Chromia just stared at the sniffling and clicking mechling in his servo, both filled with wonder and amazement.


Ratchet sat in his chair, brooding over a few new Datapads from Jolt`s shift last night. Most of the mechs from his last shift had been able to leave the medbay in a repaired state and so his workload was definitely smaller than before, for which he was very grateful. He was lowly humming to himself and to his smallspark, who was sleeping in his chassis, the drowsy feelings of her reaching over the bond to Ratchet. He smiled to himself, his own recharge had been peacefully and void of bad fluxes, his own thought processes had circled around his newspark, the small femme with the unique coloring scheme.

After his bath with Prowl and the mechling, he had wandered back to his quarters to organize some of his private things and to plan where he would place the crib, the play pen and some other things. A few joors later he had walked back to his medbay for his starting shift, but so far it was very uneventful.

A low pinging sound in his audios alerted him to an incoming transmission from out of Iacon, the ID of First Aid, one of his apprentices opened in his HUD.

:: Ratchet to First Aid. I am listening to you. ::

:: Ratchet! We are on our way back to base. We found a mechling in one of the destroyed daycare centers! Ironhide and Chromia are currently holding onto him, Jazz is with us and rambling. ::

One of Ratchet`s servos came up and pressed against the hatch covering his sparkling chamber, feeling the warmth from it. So, out of all the youth sector, there were only 3 smallsparks left? So many lives lost to the Well.

:: Aid, I am readying the medbay for you. What is the condition of the mechling?::

:: His temperature is too low and there are some scraps on him. His spark is unstable, because his Danniluk offlined, is what Chromia got out of the little one. He needs some Energon too, our rations are to overcharged for the small one. And you wouldn`t believe me, he has a mixed frame. Mostly Polyhexian, but he has doorwings!::

:: Where did you find him? Exactly, I mean. The Decepticons were scanning everywhere!::

:: His carrier was very good at hiding him! Gave him a disruptor and put a sensor block in front of the air duct in which she hid him. Nearly didn`t find him…::

Ratchet cycled his vents a few time deeply, praising Primus in his helm over an over again.

::When will you be here?::

:: We will be there in maybe a joor. Decepticon activity is skyrocketing here. Seekers are flying over our helms and we have to be very careful. Must end transmission. First Aid, ending transmission.::

:: Received and acknowledged.::

Ratchet left his chair and walked over to prepare a few berths. Cleaning and sterilizing them, rolling over a few tables with some instruments for his work. He looked over his preparations, counting internally what was left for him to get out of the storage unit.

The drowsy sensations over the bond got clearer, indicating that dearspark was coming out of recharge. Ratchet cooed lowly, listening to the answering chirp of his newspark. Entering the storage unit Ratchet grabbed a few cubes of lowgrade, downing one as he got some other instruments and placed them into his subspace.

His newspark latched on his feeding cable, sucking nearly as fast as his nanites could produce the sparkling energon out of the lowgrade. It was a tickling sensation really but not distracting. His newspark filled the shared bond with trust, adoration and love. Love seemed to be the emotion his sparkling send over the most, even in his own recharge could he feel it. It chased away the loneliness.

He could feel the tiny servos of his dearspark caressing the thin wall between his spark chamber and his sparkling hold. And he could hear her coo to him, calling for him. Ratchet send love back and cooed back to her, turning around and walking into the medbay again, freezing in the doorway when his optics fell on the one mech he hadn`t seen in days, just sitting there on one of the free berths, observing some of his patients.

"Prime? Are you damaged?" Ratchet hurried forwards, worry surging through him. Optimus Prime lifted his helm, optics roaming over the medic a few times before shaking his helm.

"No, I just wanted to check in on you. Prowl send me a message that we had many wounded here, but most of the berths are free, so I had worried myself for nothing it seems." His baritone voice washed over Ratchets frame, reassuring and lively. Ratchet hurried over regardless, instantly scanning the huge mech for any scratches or injuries.

"How long are you back Prime? You know that I would like to check over everybot that comes fresh from a mission as long as I have no pressing patients to tend to!" Ratchet huffed, irritation rearing its ugly head, but instantly some calm and serenity chased it away, followed by a small chirp.

"My team and I came back two joors ago, and nobot was injured. It was a faint. A ruse." Prime stared into nothingness for a few klikks before returning his attention to the CMO, who was standing to the side more than an arm's length, his body turned sideways to the Prime, checking over his results of the scan.

"This is good to hear. At least you didn`t increase my workload. It was high enough as it is. And now First Aid is on his way back with a mechling." Prime focused on the CMO, his optics narrowing in sorrow.

"I heard that the Decepticons were destroying the youth sectors in and around Praxus. But I hoped… I had hoped that Megatron wouldn`t do that. How can anyone offline defenseless femmes and sparklings? I feel responsible for the loss of lives. I should have believed that… But I…"

"Optimus. You couldn`t know that he would offline all of them. You couldn`t know how far gone he already is. Don`t let your processor get in a frenzy because of it. We can`t do anything about it anymore, it is too late." Ratchet placed one of his servos on the Primes shoulder in a silent comfort.

His own sorrow and guilt must have washed over the bond as well. It suddenly felt colder, showing that the newspark was sad and angry. Loud whirring and wailing sounds escaped his own chassis, the bond filled with anguish and sadness. He focused on his small one, trying to calm it down. A movement to his side send Ratchet a few meters back, servos clutched protectively over his chassis, his denta bared in a silent threat.

"Ratchet?" a confused, deep baritone voice questioned lowly, both servos lifted in a placating way. The CMO froze, his optics slowly roaming over the medbay, his audios still registering the wailing of his distressed smallspark.

Before he could anything more than staring at his leader and to fill the bond with reassurance, the door to the medbay sprang open, a silver blurr speeding in and placing itself in between the Prime and the CMO. Jazz started to hiss loudly, his visor ablaze in fury, his clawed servos preparing to strike something. His protector programming had onlined itself the second the door had opened to reveal a slightly cowered Ratchet and the sounds of a distressed sparkling.

Ironhide pressed something into the smaller medic's servos before pushing him behind himself, slowly walking forwards to stand in between the enraged Jazz and the backpedaling Optimus Prime, servos up and weapons put away. Chromia guarded First Aid and the precious cargo.

"What is happening here? Prime, what did you do? Ratchet what are you doing?" the gargantuan black mech spoke in a low voice, optics never once focusing on Ratchets optics. The Prime in front of him shrugged his massive shoulders, optics now focused on his weapon specialist with something akin to worry.

"I just talked with Ratchet and then all of a sudden there was this wailing sounds coming from him, but before I could ask him about it the door opened and Jazz darted in, threatening me." Mentioned mech looked a bit sheepish about the situation, but he had felt like protecting the mech and the sparkling.

"Ah am really sorry Prahm. Must be ma` programming` fragging with ma – " he stopped short as a wrench collided with his helm. Instantly his servos pressed against the offended area, whining loudly. "Ratch` what was tha` for?"

"No swearing in front of the sparklings!" the medic growled and brandished another wrench. Beside him First Aid stroked a laughing youngling in black and yellow over the helm. The laughing must have surprised Ratchets own newspark because the wailing sound stopped.

"Sparklings?" Optimus, Chromia and Ironhide spoke at the same time, while First Aid stared at his mentor with wide optics.

"Yes, sparklings. Ironhide and his group just brought the mechling in and my own sparkling is present as well!" Ratchet said in a matter of fact tone. Ironhide turned to the medic and his optics raked his form up and down.

"The newspark made it through? I had hoped that, but thought that it had offlined. It was so weak as we brought it in last cycle." He murmured, taking a step to the still standing mech, who was now looking over the still giggling black and yellow mechling. First Aid had stepped over to the berth and the trays, taking a small cube of lowgrade and a blanket made out of fuzzy material for warming the mechling.

"Yes, the newspark is healthy. The dearspark needed a creatorbond to stabilize it and it was touch and go for a while before I could create the bond, but the health of the small one is getting better and better. She isn`t afraid and very curious but gets tired easily." Ratchet observed his apprentice as he gave sparkling, energon and blanket to Chromia, whose faceplate lit up like a halogen lamp in use. Her dormant carrier program onlined and she started cooing at the small mechling, stroking his small helm. Ratchet couldn`t help but smile at this scene.

"She? You mean, the newspark is a femme?" Ironhides voice became a bit static, showing his shock while Prime stumbled to the next berth and sat heavily on it, making it creak slightly. Ratchet opened his chestplates, allowing his smallspark to leave and climb into his servo. A happy chirp caught the attention of every mech present. With slow movements Ratchet showed Ironhide and Optimus his precious load, the small sparkling stretched herself in his palm and twittered loudly at him.

Ratchet cooed back, one of his digits rubbing over the small doorwings. Ironhide stare at her, his optics shuttering a few times in delight and thought. Optimus heaved a sigh, gripping the berth harder, as he felt his processor stall.

"Ratchet? I come for this cycles check-up. The youngling is… What?" Prowl entered through the still open door, shoving First Aid a bit inside the room, so it could close again. On his hip plating sat the praxian youngling he had adopted. Both of their heads swiveled from one bot to the other, their gazes lingering on the femme smallspark and the now eating mechling in Chromias arms.

"Ah yes, thank you Prowl. Optimus, meet the three surviving younglings. Prowl adopted the mechling on his hips, I think Chromia and Ironhide will take care of little yellow over there and I, myself, adopted this small lady here. And we found Smokescreen over there in a hospital ruin." Ratchet gestured to every mentioned bot before cradling his femmeling close to his chest. The small one rubbed her cheek over his chassis, purring loudly.

All of them froze as the Prime, leader of the Autobots, fell from the berth with a loud screeching sound of metal hitting metal, his form slumped to the ground.

"Did he just glitch?" Jazz voice cut through the awkward silence.

"At least he knows how I am feeling, now." Prowl`s doorwings arched up and quivered in amusement as his free servo stroked the smiling younglings back.


So, end of the chapter.

Hoped you liked it^^

I will surely rewrite some things if i have the time for it, but it will be mentioned in the next chapter.

Dont worry^^

Favorite Scene:

All of them froze as the Prime, leader of the Autobots, fell from the berth with a loud screeching sound of metal hitting metal, his form slumped to the ground.

"Did he just glitch?" Jazz voice cut through the awkward silence.