Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, I merely borrow the characters to write my own tales.
Alleycat heard sobbing and peered out from behind the dumpster to see a young woman clutching her swollen belly and sobbing. She was in pain, Alleycat could tell that just by looking at her. "She's having a sparkling."
Oh. The voice in her head was back. "What does Scooter-cat do?"
"Take care of her. You can deliver the sparkling, but it needs to be in a clean environment."
Alleycat scooted over to her. "Please," The woman begged. "Help."
"Scooter-cat help." She promised. "Scooter-cat take you safe."
Alleycat stared down at the little bundle in her arms. She'd cleaned it off as best as she could and wrapped it in the woman's jacket. /The newborn wrinkled his nose and tightened his fist, wriggling closer to her. "Well?" The dark haired man asked. "Was it worth the pain?"
"You know what? I don't think I'll banish you to the garage."
The man chuckled. "Good to know. What do we name him?"
"Samuel James Witwicky."
"Sounds perfect."/
/They were in a large building filled with plants. She was holding the sparkling, wrapped in a fuzzy blue blanket. "What about a rose? That white one over there looks perfect."
"American Salute?" The baby blinked sleepily and yawned, raising one fist above his head. "Awww! It's perfect, Ron!"
"Are you talking about the rose or the baby?"/
Shaking her head, Alleycat handed the new mother the baby. "Thank you." She whispered, tears in her eyes. "Hello, little one. I'm afraid I don't have a name for you." She looked up at Alleycat. "Do . . . do you have a suggestion?"
She looked at the tiny human. "Dustin." She had no idea, but he looked like a "Dustin" to her.
"Dustin Parker," She said slowly. "It suits him."