A/N: /sparkbond talk/
"...you're oldest daughter's on base." I said. My mouth still tasted putrid from purging.
A pregnant pause followed my statement. The only one who seemed to know what I meant was Optimus.
"Maybe you should go lay down Ratch," my bond mate said walking up to me and snaking an arm around my waist. "You were purging pretty hard and you are a little warm."
I glared at him.
/Wheeljack, if you don't remove your arm this second, I will rip you interface array out and shove up your ass. Then I will perform surgery to fish your spike out of your tanks and reinstall it, very painfully, and you won't get any, spark merge or interface, for the rest of this millennia and the next./ I hissed through our bond. He immediately let go of me and backed away slowly.
"Dawn's on base?" Optimus asked, finally coming to his senses. "You mean to tell me, that the human that Bumblebee ran over-"
"On accident!"
"-was my daughter?!" He asked, obviously, still somewhat shocked.
Yet another pregnant pause echoed in the medbay as everyone attempted to make sense of the situation. Keyword, attempted.
"Wait, Bee ran over a human. How can that same human be Optimus's daughter?" Jazz said, asking the question, that no doubt, everyone, other than me and Optimus was utterly lost, I gave Optimus a look. There was no way in pit that I was going to explain that one.
He sighed, as everyone turned their attention to him.
"It was twenty years ago today..."
(20 years ago, 6:15 a.m, Optimus's POV)
"Congradulations, it a healthy little femme. But you know what has to happen. She is far too valuable to them." Ratchet told us.
"We know," I said sorrowfully, "just, please, give us a few moments, to say goodbye."
Ratchet nodded and stepped back to give up our space. I looked to my beautiful sparkmate, Elita. The mother of my child. The one I was about to give up.
She was crying, and looking at our equally beautiful daughter. Her thin, delicate armor was colored a light shade of purple, pearly white highlights on her joints and details. Three small parts in her helm are visible a small blue stud in each. She had two ear finals that are angle backwards, each royal blue. Her optics are a brilliant shade of blue, a thin emerald ring surrounding the outside of her optic. A stripe of blue follows, before another thin ring, this one being the same lilac color as her body. The morning sun that streams through the small window of the medbay to allow some sunlight in, shows it to be sunrise.
Elita suddenly sees me looking at her, and hands her to me. I take her without hesitation.
I smile at at the little bundle of joy, holding her so she will be at my optic level.
She gazed curiously in my optics, as if wondering who I was.
"I don't know if you know who I am," I start. " But I am your father, little one." The little sparkling giggles and reaches out for my face, touching my cheek. The sight brings me to tears, because, I know, that that will be the last time I will hear her laugh properly in a very long time. I ponder what to say next. "I wish we could raise you, I-I really do. But you're far to valuable to the Decepticons." I pause to wonder what to say next as the little sparkling in my arms looks as if she is thinking too. Luckily, Elita steps in. "We know it might not seem like it, but we will always be there for you."
"And to matter what," I pick up," you will always be our daughter.
"and we will always love you."
"We will come for you," I see the morning sunlight catch our sparkling 'a optics again. Suddenly, I know exactly what to name her. I quickly run it past Elita, and she immidiatly agrees..."Dawn."
She gently drops off to sleep, I feel my optics pool up again.
"Is there no other way?" I ask feebly, "we could always have a guard on her, shield her. She might not be my heir! I was the youngest, it, it could be-"
"Optimus, she is the next Prime, and you know it. There is no denying it. She bears the mark, the matrix in your chest even confirmed it."
"But, what if this doesn't work? What if this 'treatment' fails? We can't risk it, we could-
"Optimus, there is no other way." Elita said suddenly. Our optics met. Her, filled with the same sorrowful tears as mine.
"Look at the bright side. She won't have to worry about the war, she'll led a somewhat normal childhood, and when she does get subjected, she'll be mature and ready to handle the aspect of being a Prime."
Ratchet's words did help ease the pain.
"Do you really want her to grow up with this?" He gestured to the raging battle outside. He must have seen the extreme hurt in my optics. "It won't be forever. It's just until she's mature enough to handle the war, being heir to Prime, everything. Just until she's twenty years old.
I looked at Elita. She nodded, tears still running freely down her georgous face.
Ratchet, sensing our agreement and understanding brought a datapad over and asked us to sign and speak our consent aloud.
"I, Elita One, the mother of this child, give consent for you to treat my daughter with this experimental treatment." She said wearily, biting back the sobs I knew were threatening to rack her frame.
The datapad was suddenly in my hands. I looked to Ratchet, who in return, gave me a shake of the helm.
I sighed.
"I, Optimus Prime, the father of this child, give you consent to treat my daughter with this experimental treatment."
He nodded a thanks to us, then saved the audio consent to a file, in case he lost the written form, and filed the signatures away.
He opened a drawer, pulling out a long, thick needle filled with a violet liquid. He injected half the syringe, and gently pulled the needle away from the infants' neck.
The effect was almost instant. The body of Dawn lay still and dormant, while 50 feet away, a small human, infant, hologram sizzled to life, still sleeping.
Ratchet gently lifted her up and put her in a small basket and handed her to us.
(Present day)
"...so we took her, put her on the steps of a foster home in Carson City, watched from afar, and told everyone that Dawn died because her spark wasn't strong enough to support her systems. "
Elita, who had came in while Optimus was explaining, nodded.
"We only lied to protect her. We wanted the Autobots to have hope for the future. And now that the war is basically over, it's safe for that hope to return."
Silence.
"After all, if someone betrayed us. If someone wasn't quick enough, or if someone didn't do something right, then our future would crumble before us. Having an heir for a Prime in war, is extremely dangerous. If there were to be an accident, and Dawn was set into Megatron's hands, then, the Decepticons would have the matrix, and we wouldn't have any hope for winning the war. Earth would be doomed, just like our home," Elita concluded sadly.
The rest of the officers looked to us and smiled in understanding.
(Dawn's POV)
There had been a reason. A very ligitimat reason. I was never human at all. It was just a treatment administered by Ratchet to protect me from "Megatron."
I rocked back a forth slightly.
so they didn't want to kill me and direct me. They want to explain things to me. But that wasn't what I was worried about.
It it was the fact that my parents were down there. I'm not sure if I should be excited, or scared, or furious. But, I just wanted to go home. I hated to admit this to myself, but, I wanted for whoever was my mother, on the other side of this vent, to hold me close and tell me it was going to be alright.
I had long since finished all the strange blue liquid, but didn't even know where I was. A few mechs had spotted me and I had used up most of my tools as ammo. All I had was a blanket. I had also abandon my makeshift sacks somewhere in the ventalation shafts that I was failing to navigate. I whimpered and wrapped the thin sheet around me and sobbed softly into my arms.
I don't know how long I was crying, but a voice snapped me into reality.
"Hey, there."
I looked up, to see a mech with silver bull horns and a bright red paintjob. A country accent in his voice.
I back up again the vent wall, afraid of what he'll do to me.
He chuckled.
"Aw, don't be afraid me. I won't hurt ya." He said adjusting himself into a sitting position. "Name's Cliffjimper. But everyone calls me Cliff. So, what's your name?"
I hesitate for a moment before muttering, "Dawn."
"Dawn, huh? Pretty name. You must be that runaway patient from the medbay."
I nodded, my eyes, optics, whatever were tearing up. I sniffled.
"Aw, don't cry. It'll be alright."
"I-I-I just wanna go home." I hiccuped.
He froze for a moment.
"How bout we go find yer parents and maybe get you some Energon or somethin'," Cliff said.
Slowly, he guided me out of the vents and into a hallway. He took my hand and led me through the hallways.
Until, the familiar doors of the medbay came into view. I didn't want to run anymore, so I just let him show me inside.
"-I want anyplace she can fit into checked. Alright?"
"You won't need to sit. I found her," Cliff said.
Well, at least I'm bound to get answers soon, right?
A/N: Wow, that took for freakin ever to write. *looks at clock* and once again, it 2 am. I'm so impressed with how many of you guys are reading this! Wow! Just a shout out to Nemesis Beast and Lionfox's Shadow for guessing on Dawn parents and getting them right. And an extra shout out for Nemesis for being my number one commenter/reader! Thanks Nemesis! Well, until next time, don't forget to fave, comment, and follow!
Kiss, Kiss!
~Saffy
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