Just two quick review responses before things start.

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Vivienne Grainger: Thanks for the review and for subscribing to the story. This was never technically going to be posted, but I have had a few people pm me asking about what the canon is for my 'bits and bytes' fic as well as for some of the 'snippets' stories.

Since it's a base for more than one story that may or may not be connected to one another, I decided it would be better to post the main history on it's own and to slowly add the fleshed out segments as they are completed, rather than just lobbing them in with the snippets files.

Disclaimer: I do own... *Gets smacked on back of the head by a lawyer* Ouch... Fine. I don't own the Transformers.

Of bachelors and babies.

Earth Year: 1975 Late fall.

Sparkplug and Ronald Witwicky looked at each other with red puffy eyes, then to their five year old nephew Spike, who had finally fallen asleep on the couch after having been up all night crying for his parents. He just couldn't understand why they were gone and he wanted them back.

It had been nearly a week since the accident that had taken their brother Buster and his wife from their lives, leaving Spike alone. Now they had a problem, who would look after Spike?

Ronald grimaced and looked at Sparkplug, then to the social worker and hung his head. "I love the little squirt, but I just can't take him. I'm only nineteen, I can't keep a steady job and I doubt they'd let me keep him anyways..." Ronald felt so guilty. Buster had gone out of his way to help him straighten out his life, and now there was nothing he could do to help his son.

The social worker sighed and nodded her head. She had been afraid of this, two bachelors, and neither one would probably take the kid. Most people who adopted wanted babies, and she feared the boy would be bounced around the foster system until he was an adult.

Sparkplug looked at his nephew for a long moment, his eyes filled with uncertainty and worry. "Will they let me keep him?" He asked the social worker without looking in her direction. "I'm not married... but I have a steady job. It won't be easy... but I... I just can't leave him by himself..."

The social worker gave him a long hard stare before replying "Mr Witwicky. Are you sure you want to take him in? There are..."

Interrupting her with a hard look on his face he ground out "There is no other option. I will not abandon my nephew to foster care. He needs family, not to be bounced around to random houses and people."

The social worker smiled and both men were confused. As far as they knew, single men were never aloud to adopt, so why was she smiling?

"If you are sure you can look after him, I'll do everything I can to help you get custody. Like you said, he needs his family."