In case you haven't seen, I added a bit to the first chapter. So you haven't yet, go read it.
"Do you have an appointment?" the mech at the front desk asked.
"No. I'm here as a friend." I said. He eyed the sparkling in my arms and directed me to Ratchets office, mumbling something about 'there are other medics, you have to want the busiest.' I entered the room as he was working on someone's battle injury.
"What do you want, Arcee?" he asked without looking up. The mech he was working on turned to look at me, I now realize he is Ironhide, and Ratchet forced his head to look straight up again. "Stop moving."
"Hey to you too, Ratchet." He pulled away from Ironhide's cannon and looked at me, directing the trigger happy mech to try it out before starting on the exposed wire at the base of his neck. "I just came from the Egg Hall."
"So I've noticed. Shouldn't that youngling be back at the nursery? He is only hours old."
"That's why I'm here. He's only hours old, but he seems to trust me."
"Arcee, the mech is in recharge. He's not going to start wailing if you pick him up in recharge. He doesn't even know your holding him."
"But he came out earlier. He only looked at me and went back in. I don't understand it."
"Ow." Ironhide flinched.
"Hold still." Ratchet hit him upside the head. "He was probably still drowsy. Why did you come for a sparkling that trusts? It is strange, but not life threatening."
"But that's not it. When he looked at me, he had blue optics." Ratchet paused in his work at this, but didn't look up. "They weren't even close to purple, he has chosen to be an Autobot, and he knows it. There can't be a wavering thought in his processor."
"Wait over there. When I finish with Ironhide, I'll take a look at him." He pulled at something and transformed his hand into some kind of tool. "What in the name of Primus happened to you?" he asked Ironhide.
"I had a little run in with Brawl." he shrugged, but stopped at the glare Ratchet gave him.
"Ironhide, you don't have to attack every time you see red optics." he shook his head and started replacing the armor around his neck.
"The basterd was egging me on. I wouldn't take that lying down." He sat up, with permission from Ratchet, and rubbed his neck. "Besides, I did more damage to him that he did to me." he clenched his fist. Ratchet started messing with something on the back of his head.
"Did you finish him?"
"No." He said sadly.
"Then I'd hate to be the Decepticon medic." He stepped back. "You can go."
"I want to see the blue optics- ok, I'm gone." He stood and left at Ratchet's glare. Ratchet turned to me.
"Bring him here." he motioned for me to come over. I healed out the sparkling and he took him. He sat him on the counter, for the hatchling was much too small for the metal birth used for fully grown mechs and femme, and sill to small for the place he used for sparklings.
The hatchling came out of recharge and looked up at us. He first stared at me, again with recognition, then to Ratchet. He immediately recognized him and looked joyful. How could he even recognize us? Ratchet seemed to take in his trusting blue optics and paused a moment.
"You were right. He dose trust. Strange." Ratchet continued to scan the small mech. After a moment, he turned to me. "There is nothing wrong with his processor, but his optics has adjusted to a decision, and not from the amount of energy he received from the All Spark."
"Could that even affect them?" I asked, skeptical.
"I don't think so, but the blue could have generated from excess All Spark radiation. Or so I thought." He turned back to the sparkling and ran a few more scans.
"Do you find anything? Anything at all?" I asked. He hesitated.
"If he has already chosen a side, and he seems to recognize us, then I thought we might have something very rare here."
"What?" I asked, anxious and worried.
"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing." he assured. "Reincarnation. If the All Spark feels someone has been off lined and they had not done something they had been meant to do, they had done something great, or were needed, it gives them a second chance in life."
"Like resurrection?" I asked, remembering when a sparkling had died and the All Spark had given the small form a new spark.
"No, reincarnation can skip through time easily. Weeljack had been studying it since the one mech had told stories from a fallen worrier's point of view, and it was flawless." I didn't remember that, but I got the idea.
"So, who is he? Have you found a match to his spark signal?" Surly if he was reincarnated, his spark signal would be the same. It was what differed eavh and every one of us, not even twins had the same spark signal.
He paused, "Reincarnation can kip through time easily. Forward and backwards." I gasped. "His spark signal is completely unique."
"We have a hatchling that has lived in the future?" he nodded.
I looked at the youngling, seemingly obvious to everything we had discussed, and his previous life. Surly nothing could be stranger than this?
Oh how wrong I was.
I do apologize for the publishing error earlier. It seems I do nothing but apologize in these, but I really do feel terrible when I don't update. And incidents like these make me laugh at my own stupidity. I spent an hour trying to figure out how to get it all back, when all I had to do was click undo on word. R&R