Chapter 2: Whitesilence
Megatron woke the next morning to find his daughter staring up at him expectantly. He sat up with a groan, stretching his arms up above his head. She looked up at him, her mouth open in shock and amazement. Her stunned look turned into a smile and she clapped her hands together happily. He chuckled.
"Hungry?" He asked, moving his chest plate aside slightly.
She opened her mouth as he pulled a piece of energy out of his spark. He placed it in her mouth, smiling as she wrinkled her nose again at the substance being placed in her mouth. She accepted a few more mouthfuls before closing her mouth, her optic shutters beginning to close again. He chuckled as he picked up his daughter and held her to his chest. She snuggled up to him.
He left his room and headed to the relaxing room to find Starscream and tell him to look after his daughter while he was in meetings with the other Decepticons. He entered the room and found Starscream with his nose in a book. He shook his head as he headed over to the young Decepticon. He stopped in front of him and cleared his throat. Starscream looked up at him over the top of his book, annoyance written across his face. His optics widened as he realized who had disturbed him.
"Megatron, sir! What brings you here?" He asked, standing up as fast as he could and depositing the book on his chair.
"I have a little job for you Starscream. I want you to look after my daughter while I'm in meetings today." Megatron stated.
"But sir, what if she gets hungry?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter if it's the parent or another Transformer who gives her the energy from their spark. I would have thought that you would know that." Megatron stated.
"Well, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to feed her or not." Starscream replied.
Megatron handed him the baby and left the room. Starscream sighed as he sat back down on his chair. He saved the page in his book and glanced down at the baby in his arms. He shook his head, knowing that he just got handed a problem. There was no way he was feeding her were everyone could see.
"What am I going to do with you?" He asked.
She reached out and touched the book that was lying on Starscream's lap. He smiled, getting an idea. He stood up and cradled her in his arms. She smiled up at him and opened her mouth. Starscream was sure that if she could make noises that would be a happy laugh.
He reached his room and opened the door. Entering the room he went and placed her on his bed before closing his door. He grabbed a children's storybook off the shelf. He kept them as a small memory of his little brother. He used to read his brother the stories ever since they were small and their parents had abandoned them. He picked her up and settled her in his lap so she could see the pictures. He began to read her the story, an old tale that Transformers had been telling for eons. It was how Primus came to create all the Transformers and how he always was close by to watch over every one of them even after all this time.
When he finished, he noted that she was looking up at him in an expecting way. He swallowed.
"You're hungry aren't you?" He asked. When she nodded, he felt his spark fall out of his chest compartment. "Oh, boy."
He moved his chest plate aside slightly. He placed his fingers into his spark and pulled out a large bit of energy. He winced as he realized he had extracted too much. He mumbled a few curses under his breath as he placed the energy in the femme's mouth. Her optics got big as she tried to spit the energy back up.
"Slag!" Starscream groaned as he gave her back a hard thump.
The energy landed in a wet blob on the floor before sizzling into nothing. Starscream sighed, knowing now that he had to take small pieces of his spark's energy. He grumbled as he pulled a smaller piece off of his spark and stuck it in her mouth. She wrinkled her nose at the taste of it.
"Do they always make faces?" He asked out loud.
"Until they get used to one person's spark's energy, they make faces." Megatron stated from the door.
Starscream looked up in horror at his leader. Embarrassed, he slid his chest plate back into its original position. Megatron chuckled.
"Give her here." He ordered.
Starscream stood up and handed the femme to Megatron. She curled up against his chest, opening and closing her mouth. Starscream stared at her.
"Why can't she make any noises, sir?" He asked.
"The medics say it's the after effect of trauma during her development. My guess is that the Autobots caused her as much stress and pain as they could when she was attached to that glitch's spark." Megatron stated coldly, stroking his baby's head.
"Sir, she will need a name." Starscream said.
Megatron stared down at his daughter. She was made up of white metal and had his blue optics. She was also doomed to be silent for the rest of her life. He smiled as she looked up at him and tried to make a sound. Her optics narrowed as she tried to make the noise again and failed. His smile faded as she began to cry. He made a soft hushing noise.
"It's okay my little one. It's okay." He said. "It's ok, Whitesilence."
"Whitesilence? That's what you're going to call her?" Starscream asked.
"Is there a problem with her name?" Megatron asked.
"Nope. It seems appropriate." He replied. "Whitesilence, Whitesilence."
Author's note: Like her name? Isn't it cute? Well read and review and tell me what you think…I realize that the whole "spark's energy" thing is insane. Don't you?