Hi~ I'm back! Finals are over, so me and my co-writer have the time and brain power to write this. And… Um… my co-writer made the rating go up with this chapter because she included some self service and mild slash in here… or would have if word wasn't acting up. So if you want to complain, blame her, not me. I'm just the messenger and manager of this account… well… I technically own it, but that's beside the point!

Just letting you know, this is only half a chapter, I'll post part 2 as soon as I can. Making up a project is so annoying, I wish that some things were not changed with the stupid proficiency model… soo, I'll get it up as soon as possible!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Hasbro does. I also do not own Christian, my Co-writer does. But I do own Kai and half of this idea~

Chpater 1: Christian, meet the Autobots Part 1

"Kai… No…"

Looking down at the limp form of the young teenage boy in his servo, Optimus felt his spark swell with sadness at the pained angered expression on his face. Even in his sleep, the boy held tightly onto his worries of the physical world. Almost as tightly as he had clung to the name of the other boy the Decepticons had at the mercy of their servos.

Just like Optimus did to the few servos he had left and those he had lost in battle.

The boy had suddenly appeared with the other one, just as strangely dressed but closer to the Autobot leader than his sibling. He had seemed quite distraught when he had realized that he was most definitely not where he had been located previously.

"Optimus?" Changing his sights from the boy in his hands to his old friend, Optimus waited for his CMO to continue. Flicking his optics down to the unconscious teen in the Prime's servos, Ratchet scooped up the limp organic, removing him from Optimus' grip.

"Optimus, we need to take him back to base. I don't have the equipment out here that I need to be sure he is alright. And I would like June to check him over. Something is not right with him." Nodding, Optimus folded down into his alternate mode, opening his passenger side door, his holoform fizzling to life.

A brown haired, Autobot blue eyed, twenty something year old male stood beside the red and blue semi that was Optimus. Kneeling down next to the rig, Ratchet held out the boy to Optimus.

Lifting the teen from Ratchet's outstretched servo, Optimus climbed into his cab sitting the boy partially upright, buckled in place. Nodding up to Ratchet, Optimus commed his friend, telling him to go on ahead, he would catch up with the boy as soon as he got him situated.

~I'll meet you back at base, and ask Mrs. Darby to bring some of Jack's old clothes that no longer fit him. This boy appears to be slightly smaller than Jack is.~

~Right. Mrs. Darby and I will be waiting.~

*~* A Few Hours Later*~*

Opening his blue eyes, Christian woke to an all new set of clothes and a strange new place. His butler costume was nowhere in sight, not even his wig was left on or near his person. His mid back black and red tipped hair was exposed and wild, though there were some signs that someone had at least tried to brush it. His nails had been scrubbed clean, the black polish taken off completely. The contract that he and his twin had spent countless hours perfecting was cleaned off as well. In their place was a long sleeved gray shirt and pair of worn jeans. Shifting the band of the pants, Christian gave a soft sigh of relief when he realized that he hadn't been stripped down to his birthday suit in this strange new world.

Sitting up in what appeared to be an underground cavern, Christian glanced around his new surroundings, curious as to where he was. Seeing the different medical monitors, Christian thought that it was safe enough to assume that he was in some sort of medical bay. Whimpering as old memories surfaced, Christian tugged at his hair with trembling hands, shaking his head, hoping that it was all just a dream, a really, really sick dream.

"Wh-where am I?" He couldn't remember much after the bright light that had transported him and his brother into this strange world. Forcing his limbs into action, Christian stood from his place on the medical bed and walked around the small area, looking desperately for his brother. He was nervous without his other half there. He didn't like being alone. Not after they were left at the orphanage…

"Kai? Kai? Kai, where are you?" Running mindlessly through the maze of hallways, Christian screamed the same three lines over and over again. Blinking when he returned to the medbay, Christian growled out in frustration. He may not know where he was, but he was going to be damned if he didn't know where his twin was.

The sound of metallic footsteps interrupted Christian's search of the small area, the growing sound informing the teen of their emanate arrival. Scrambling, Christina leapt from his place next to the doorway, diving for an open closet off to the side (AN: Yay for nonexistent closets!).

Panting, Christian tried to slow his accelerated heartbeat, his body immediately forcing him to begin panting. Sky blues eyes widening as tow enormous robots stepped into the room, Christian clamped his hands over his mouth, forcing his body to slow its oxygen intake.

"Ratchet?" Leaning against the door, Christian felt his body shiver at the deep voice on the other side, the likes of which he had never heard before. It was husky, deep and soft enough that Christian almost thought he hadn't heard anything. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear the voice quite clear enough to put a name to it, even as he leaned closer to the crack of the door.

"Prime. It seems that the boy we saved during the battle with the Decepticons has a spark much like our own in his chest. Unfortunately, I cannot view it the same way I can ours, but from what I could see from my scans, it is quite beautiful. Its glow is healthy for the moment, and it reminds much of the AllSpark… that is, before it was lost to us. If only my equipment was better, I could give you a picture of it to study." Whoever this 'Ratchet' was, he seemed to be deeply concerned about him and his health. Perhaps a doctor or medic of sorts. He certainly sounded like most of the doctors that he and Kai had gone to; they all had that weird deep worry for their patients around them. And they usually didn't even know the patient personally.

Still, Christian couldn't help but wonder what an 'AllSpark' was that they were talking about, and what it had to do with him.

TBC

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