Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned transformers I have to live with the fact that I do not...just Sparks

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"Daddy." A small unhappy voice called out to the large Autobot leader who was currently heading to a meeting along with the Major.

Coming to a quick stop the Prime turned to find his little sparkling standing in the middle of the large hall. Evidence of her tears sent the adoptive father into 'Daddy over drive' and he was quick to scoop Sparks up into his arms.

"What happened sparkling? Did you get hurt? Are you feeling ill?" Optimus was almost shaking with concern as he held his daughter close.

William looked on with fatherly concern as he found that he was not immune to the 'help any child in distress' now that he was a father himself.

"I'm ok daddy, bu...but I have a question." Sparks gave a little hiccup as the tears tried to escape again.

"Of course you may ask me a question." Prime leaned down and gave Sparks a kiss to her round little nose. "Now what is it that you wish to ask me."

"Am...am I a fweek?"

Will could have sworn that he saw a flash of red in his friends blue optics as tension seemed to blossom in the air. The Major could hear Optimus' intakes rumble as the mech breather deeply, trying to contain his rage. After a few tense minutes Optimus regained control and was finally able to continue the suddenly serious conversation.

Wiping away the fresh energon tears from Sparks' face, Optimus became determined to set things straight for the distraught sparkling. "You are not a freak my Sparks, who said such a thing to you."

"The bad man."

"The bad man?" The Prime could only think of one human that held such a title. "Why is he a bad man?"

"I was pwaying with my new toy tha Skids and Fwapy made for me, and the bad man got angry."

"Who got angry wit our Sparks." A rough sounding voice echoed through the hall.

The Major looked up at the overly cannon happy mech. "Come on Hide, you only need one guess."

Dental plates grinding, Ironhide began to warm up his cannons for a little 'quality' time with a certain human. "Jus say the word Prime."

"No Ironhide, I will deal with this one." Optimus held Sparks close as he headed back down the hall. Reaching an open bay the Prime spotted his second in command. "Jazz do you know what happened?"

With a few quick strides the silver mech was standing before his friend. "The twins made Sparky a new toy tha jus so happened ta be tha Directors golf cart."

"An then he...he yelled at me." Sparks tears were almost too much for the solstice.

"Ya, bu tha twins took care o dat. Bu if ya wanna have a few words wit da human, he's looking for ah ride."

Optimus' sharp optics quickly located a soaking wet Galloway struggling with a stubborn door to one of the army vehicles. Carefully handing Sparks over to Jazz, the Prime began to march over to the unsuspecting man. When he was within ten yards of the truck and human a flash of blue passed him, hitting the truck and turning it into scrap metal.

'Ironhide.''

'What?...it was a miss fire.'

The Director had been lucky that the shot had hit the back end of the vehicle and only tossed him a few feet from the blast radius. Only problem was that it did not improve on his mood.

"What the hell wa..." Galloway's angry rant came to a halt when the sight of a glowing blade was found to be a few inches from his face. Though he was frightened and knew that he should probably keep his mouth shut, Galloway was just feeling too cocky for his own good.

"What is the meaning of this, I have a meeting with the president you know."

Ignoring the humans words, Optimus pressed his blade closer; watching with satisfaction as the mans adams apple bobbed up and down. "Did you, or did you not yell at my daughter; and I highly suggest that you choose your words wisely human."

Being the ignorant 'I'm better than you' person that he was, Galloway decided to play the oldest card in his hand. "Oh, that was your daughter? I'm so sorry, I thought it was one of the smaller bots."

If it hadn't been for the shrewd look in his eyes the Director would have almost gotten away with the poor answer.

"How many more lies can you come up with human."

Ironhide and Jazz froze where they stood. Never before had they heard the Autobot leader use such a dark and foreboding tone. The two mechs exchanged worried looks as Ironhide sent a message to Ratchet asking for his assistance. Sparks on the other hand seemed calm and unafraid, something that flowed across to Jazz's spark giving him some reassurance. The Major wasn't quite so worried let alone afraid, being a father he understood Optimus' anger. So no one was surprised when the warm breeze brought an unmistakable scent towards the mechs and human.

"Well I think Galloway really needs that change of clothes." William chuckled.

"Ya think." Ratchets stern voice came to the group as he made his approach. The medic stood behind the small audience and watched the show.

"Human, you will never come near my sparkling again." Optimus quietly threatened driving his blade into the paved parking pad to drive home the message.

The group stoos and watched s the Director was able to barely get a nod in before falling to the ground in a dead faint.

"Will, ah think ya need ta be askin tha pres for ah new Director." Jazz commented as Sparks giggled at the sight of her daddy showing the human who was boss.

"Not that is the best thing I've heard all day Jazz." The Major smiled as he turned back to the bay. "I think I'll go talk to the president right now about it."

"Good, now maybe we can get a normal human." Ratchet grumbled.

If some of this doesn't make much sense I'm sorry, guess I should wait next time for the headache to go away before typing lol...thanks for all the awesome reviews my little gum drops ^_^