Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, I merely borrow the characters to weave my own tales and do not make any profit from this.
Three Days Later:
Carol Parker took a deep breath as she dialed. Behind her in the alley, the homeless girl, Scooter-cat, stood holding her son, waiting for her to finish with the pay-phone. "Hello?"
She smiled as she recognized her sister's voice. "You're an aunt now, Sarah."
Sarah squealed. "Really? Where are you? When can I come and see . . . is it a neice or a nephew?"
"Nephew, and, um, can you come pick me up? I'm in Mission City, on sixty third and first, in the alley behind the old bank. I'll explain later, I'm using a pay-phone and I don't have a lot of time left."
"I'll send Will to pick you up, I'm afraid I can't make it right now, I'm with Anna at the doctors."
"Okay, that's fine. Can't wait to see you. Bye, sis." She hung up and turned towards Scooter-cat. "Thanks for everything, Scooter-cat." She said as she cradled Dustin in her arms. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? I'm sure Sarah and Will wouldn't mind."
"Scooter-cat fine, not time for Scooter-cat to leave. But you leave. Scooter-cat keep safe, Soldier and Sister keep safe. Carol Parker have nothing to fear from Soldier and Soldier Truck. Scooter-cat say goodbye now. Fare you well, Dustin Parker, Carol Parker." Without another word, Scooter-cat slipped back into the shadows.
"Bye." Carol said softly.
Alleycat watched from behind the dumpster as the soldier came and picked Carol and her baby up, and smiled, knowing they were going to be fine.
/"Sarah, meet Ironhide. Ironhide, meet Sarah."/
"What is that?"
"That? That's Annabelle." Will said prouldy.
"She is your sparkling?"
"Sparkling?"
"A baby, in human terms."
"Oh, yeah. Annabelle is our sparkling."
"She's so small. Very inefficient." Ironhide remarked. "She seems to have no control over her motor functions."
"She's just a baby, Ironhide. She'll grow up soon enough."/
"Hidey! Up!"
"Go on, Ironhide, it's okay. You can pick her up."
"But what if I break her?"
Will laughed at his wide opticed look of concern. "You'll be fine, 'Hide. Just be careful, so Sarah doesn't decide to key your paint."/
Yes, Carol and Dustin were going to be just fine. Ironhide wouldn't let anything happen to them.