They sat in a waiting room, filling out paper work for the sparkling. Ratchet was almost done filling out the paper work and looked back up to the very first field on the data pad: Designation.
"We don't know his name," whispered Ratchet.
"We also Found him in an alley," answered Ironhide. "Just hand it in and maybe they'll let us keep him."
Ratchet sighed, They really shouldn't get their hopes up, they were destined to be by themselves. Their Sparkling hadn't made it, now with one that they found, it was doubtful that they could keep him.
Ratchet got up slowly and handed the data pad back to the medical assistant. The assistant looked it over and saw the designation field empty. "I need his name."
"We aren't sure what his name is," answered Ratchet. "We found him in an Alley."
The Medical assistant nodded and ran to the back to no doubt get a doctor.
It only took several moments to get in touch with a doctor. A medical assistant had escorted them to a room where they would eventually get to see a doctor.
"Hey there little guy!" said the femme nurse to the sparkling. The Sparkling shied away and curled into Ironhide armor. Turning to his caretakers the nurse took out a data pad. "So you found him?"
"Yes," stated Ironhide. "He seemed fine just lonely."
The nurse nodded and wrote some note on the datapad. "What seems to be the issue?"
"He purges energon as soon as hes full," stated Ratchet.
The Femme thought on it a little, think about what doctor to call. "Thank you," stated the femme, "I would like to conduct a maintenance exam."
Ratchet nodded and Ironhide held out the sparkling. Ironhide could hear the sparkling start to cry being held out from the caretaker he trusted. The femme scanned the mechling and allowed the data to transfer to the medical datapad. The femme stood straight and turned, "Doctor Chopper will be with you as soon as he can get here." The Femme had left the room to leave the small almost family to themselves.
"Doctor Chopper?" started Ratchet. "Its not the serious is it?"
"Why who's Doctor Chopper?" asked Ironhide allowing the sparkling to move his servo around.
"Only the best diagnostician this side of the Well of All Sparks," stated Ratchet grimly. "Much like my Sire he's hard to deal with when he's seeing a patient."
"He's worse than Homestead?" asked Ironhide astonished.
"Hard to believe, I know, but yes." stated Ratchet.
It had been several minuets before Chopper had entered the examination room and sat down looking to Ratchet then to Ironhide, till finally he laid optics on the small blue optics of the Sparkling.
Chopper looked to the medic in training, "Whats wrong with him? He seems healthy."
"He can't keep energon down," stated Ratchet.
Chopper looked to the medical file on the data pad that the medical assistant had filled out earlier. "You said he was found in an Alley?" asked chopper just to clarify.
Ironhide nodded. Chopper looked to the medic in training a disappointed look on his visage. "He's Just Malnourished," stated Chopper snappy. "Feed him small doses at first and if he doesn't get used to a full tank in a vorn then come back."
with that the doctor left and the small family could leave. They walked out of the hospital and back to the street. When they hospital was out of sight range Ironhide looked to the red and white mech next him, his servos full of quiet sparkling.
"What are we goin' to do with him?" he asked looking from the red and white mech to the sparkling who was looking back at him.
"I'm not sure, with the council and the Prime stating that Youngling protective services was too expensive to keep running, all run away younglings or abandoned younglings are on their own," stated Ratchet.
"We can't just abandon him, he's already gone through that once," stated Ironhide. "I know we've been trying again Ratch'," started Ironhide, "But maybe there's really a reason why Primus won't allow us to have a sparkling of our own."
Ratchet looked to the large mech.
"Why don't we just take him in?" asked Ironhide, "Its not like any of the council even cares any more who has a sparkling and who doesn't."
Ratchet stared at his mate, shock written all over his visage. "Are you sure?" asked Ratchet.
"Ratch'," stated Ironhide, "we've wanted a sparkling for orns, why not one we found instead of one we made."
Ratchet nodded to his mate, "You should know that his condition will need constant attention," started Ratchet. "and He'll more than likely be a handful, and what happens if we do end up sparked?"
"We can raise him to believe he is our own, his real creators are bound to have closed off the bond," stated Ironhide.
Ratchet sighed in content, "since you're sure."
The Sparkling mewled trying to get Ironhides attention. Ironhide looked down and smiled to the small mech. Yawning the little mech curled up resting his helm against Ironhides warm chest plates over his spark chamber. Silently the sparkling fell into recharge listening to the rhythmic beat of Ironhides spark. The rest of the walk to their apartment was quiet as they were trying not to wake the sparkling.
Ironhide had walked into the apartment quietly setting the sparkling on the couch, and turning to Ratchet. "What are we going to call him? And whos going to watch him tomorrow?" asked Ironhide.
Ratchet turned to the large mech, "We'll figure out something."
Ironhide sighed, "should I get the old list?"
Ratchet sat in one of the chairs near the couch that Ironhide had left the sparkling on. "Yeah, I guess." stated Ratchet. Ironhide had gone to get the sparkling book from a while ago it seemed like now.
After their own sparkling didn't make it through the separation sequence, everything that their family and friends had gotten them to prepare for a sparkling was locked up in a storage center.
Ironhide set the list of names they had come up with awhile ago and went through them all.
While the sparkling was recharging quietly Ironhide and Ratchet looked over the list they had made for their late Sparkling. They looked at the list closely, designations were crossed out scribbled, deleted, and circled. The names that were circled were ones they had liked at the time.
"Theres Wrench, Rotor, Convoy, fender, there are a lot here, look at all of them." stated Ironhide, "Orion, Dell, Pax."
Ratchet looked from Ironhide who was still naming off designation to the shaking sparkling. Ratchet moved over to the couch and laid the sparkling across his lap, "I like them all."
"I know," started Ironhide, " want to put them into a random access program and his name wil be chosen like that."
Ratchet stroked the back of the sparkling, his shaking had calmed down as Ironhide grabbed a data pad and input all of the names they had liked. Pressing Random on the data pad, Ironhide waited watching the data pad intently until finally the data pad showed Orion Pax.
"Guess his name is Orion Pax," stated Ironhide. "Does that sound good?"
Ratchet nodded as the sparkling kicked the air, laughing at the sparklings movements, "perfect."
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A few click cycles passed and little Orion Pax was up and playing with some cloth that Ratchet had handed the sparkling.
Ironhide had gone to the storage garage on the other side of town to get the crib so Orion Pax would have a decent place to recharge.
Ratchet picked up the red and blue sparkling placing him in his lap and handing the sparkling a energon line. Orion looked at the energon line and looked back to the red and white mech holding him. His optics screamed that he didn't want to hurt. Ratchet looked into the little mechs eyes, the fear the sparklings optics held was spark twisting.
Ratchet leaned down to place kiss on the top of the sparklings helm, gently he rubbed the sparklings back struts hoping to get Orion relaxed.
"Come on kiddo, gotta refuel," stated Ratchet placing the energon tube in the sparklings mouth. Orion mewled when the tube was placed into his mouth. Gently Ratchet manually send some filtered energon down the line, having it drip little by little into Orions mouth. Hoping that at a slower pace the sparkling would purge the energon that he was given.
After Ratchet had filled Orion up to a quarter of a tank full Ironhide walked in with a crib that needed to be assembled.
"Good job!" exclaimed Ratchet as the sparkling caught the rag in his servo.
Ironhide watched as the red and white medic in training was playing with the shy sparkling. After several clicks of watching his spark mate play with the small lost sparkling he decided that putting the crib together would be a good idea seeing that Orion was looking tired.
It had taken several click cycles for Ironhide to put together the crib. By the time the enforcer had gotten the crib into his and Ratchets recharge chamber Orion was laying against Ratchets spark and slowly drifting off into recharge.
Ratchet placed the sparkling into the crib and smiled to Ironhide, "Now we just need to get him up in a few joor and feed him."
"Did he keep his energon down?" asked Ironhide in a concerned whisper.
Ratchet nodded, "yeah."
"I was thinking we have your creators watch him," stated Ironhide.
Ratchet looked to the enforcer thinking then nodding, "Yeah you're right, it would be better. My sire is a trained medic and if there are any issues with his refueling he would be able to figure them out. Shall we call?"
Ironhide caste one last glance to the small red and blue mechling recharging almost silently in the crib. Ratchet stared at the sparkling listening to his vents cycle harshly. Ratchet sighed as he went to wake the sparkling up. Orion felt the push on his neural net then he felt his tanks, The sparkling started to cry. Suddenly Orion could feel his tanks rejecting the energon.
Ratchet picked up the sparkling to sooth the sensation of energon coming back up the intake hose. By the end of it Ratchet was covered in energon and the sparkling had an empty tank.
"Lets call my Sire, over right away," stated Ratchet. Ironhide nodded opened a video feed so they could contact Ratchets Sire and Carrier.
Big thanks to Optimus' Girl, who didn't actually find anything wrong in the last chapter but found oodles of things wrong with 'Sparkling', so thank you. For Elita-2, your question will be answered, eventually its just a matter of putting it in the correct spot.
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