A/N: This chapter is Starscream's POV and the setting is back on Cybertron.

There is also fluff warnings and sparkling cuteness.

I was in the middle of riddiculing another one of Megatron's plans when I felt the steady familiar pulsing of the new spark nestled next to mine for the past meta-cycle drastically change to letting out sharp, painful pulses.

I nearly doubled over at the first pulse and hastilly ducked out of the room at the second one. I ignored the odd looks I had recieved.

I walked briskly down the corridor and endurd through the pain as I arrived at the repair bay. I glowered balefully a the Constructicons; no other 'patients' in sight.

"It's time."

In a few kliks I was put on a berth as my spark chamber opened and I saw the sparkling body being wheeled in on a cot from the corner of my optic.

Hook readied the tongs and snarked, "Speedy little thing."

I grinned smugly. "Well, I am his Carrier: Fastest seeker alive."

"Can't wait to see the little brat out do you then." Hook said nastily and I caught the double reference.

As the sparkling of our 'mighty leader', this sparklign became the heir by default. Though I suppose I can't blame the little brat for that. I also wanted this sparkling after all.

As the tongs shot into my spark chamber and jerked out, I saw a little pulsing orb of bright silver energy that confirmed my suspicions that the 'rare ability' I possessed was inherent.

Luckily I had designed the chamber in the sparkling shell to hide the true color of the the spark with a false one. I had intended to hide this for as long as possible.

I fully tuurn my helm as I close my spark chamber and see Hook install the new spark into the spark chamber of the sparkling shell.

The Constructicons all huddle over the body and made strange noises as newly onlined chirps sounded. Their noises being recognized as cooing.

I rolled my optics as I stagger to my pedes and pushed my self toward the cot-on-wheels. "Stop your incessant crooning and let me see my sparkling." I hissed.

They sent me acidic glares at being ordered away from a thing they had made. Sure, the genius behind the designs and circuitry had been me, but they had actually made the shell.

No one could have done a better job, I thought grudingly as I laid my optics on my sparkling's big misty gray optics. My own harsh glare softened as I felt the newly formed bond between us sent recognition through my spark.

With a rare gentleness, I stroked the sparkling's tiny helm. He was just as I had designed him, only better. He was lithe, criminally cute, and unique with the color of the optics I had chosen and the colors. Black, with blue and purple accents. The tiny wing nubs on his back to come form later on.

He was still to young after all to truly understand the joy of flight yet.

"Hello sparkling, I'm your Carrier." I crooned softly.

The little mech whirled and clicked as his tiny claws grasped at my digits and I felt my spark melt.

How could I not? It had been far too long since I'd seen a sparkling. That's why I had taken such measures to make him as unique and memorable as possible by giving him an unforgettable optic color.

There was still one matter I needed to clear up. This little mech needed a designation as strong and unique as he is.

But what?

Too many were Autobot names and any others sounded unpleasant on the audios.

It had to be something...

I grew distracted as the mechling clicked again and tried to lift himself up. What a strong determination...That's it.

Will. Strenth of character and perserverance.

I smiled down at the mechling and picked him upto sit comfortably in my palms. "I have the perfect designation for you. You will be called Will."

A very fitting name if I do say so myself. And I do.