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THE CHILD OF ALL SPARK

Sarah awoke in another beam of yellow light. Though aware of her surroundings she had not felt she had the energy yet to move or speak.

"I swear Ratchet one moment were talking, next there's an explosion of light and then she passed out." Bee's voice was so worried. Sarah smiled internally. Bee was a real cutie.

"Looks like her blood pressure took a sudden drop but its stabilizing now." Ratchet assured and Sarah felt herself being turned over. Her eyes being open startled Ratchet and he gave a sudden yelp, jumping back.

"You forgot to mention the most interesting part Bee. I can understand you."

"What? Since when?" Ratchet was shocked.

Sarah smiled. "I can understand Bee..."

"Since the explosion." Bee answered. Ratchet looked at the two strangely. Had they just finished each other sentence?

"So can I go see Optimus now? He's still waiting right?"

"You seem healthy so I suppose. I will inform Optimus you are coming. Bee keep an eye on her. The slightest change in behavior or mood comm. me at once." Ordered Ratchet.

With that Bumblebee transformed once more and without hesitating Sarah crawled inside. As they sped down the smooth perfect corridors Sarah said nothing. She had had a thought in her head since they first spoke and wanted to bring it up with Optimus. The trip to the bridge was relatively short and as Sarah got out of Bee he transformed. The first thing she noticed were the buttons. There were so many buttons! All blinking different colors and more giant windows that looked panel less showing the void of space.

"Hello Sarah. Ratchet already informed me you new ability." Optimus smiled but Sarah looked serious at him.

"Optimus I have a question. One that needs to be answered" At her stern voice he lowered his hand. Sarah gulped but stepped onto his palm and held his thumb for support as she was lifted towards his face. "You said I am not a prisoner right?"

"No you are not. All sentient beings should have basic right of freedom."

"Then if I asked you right now to turn the ship around and take me home, would you?" She watched his optics closely.

"Sarah if Optimus did that your whole planet would be in danger, countless lives lost under the hands of the decepticons and our home would never be restored." Bumblebee whined but Sarah ignored him.

"Would you Optimus?" She pressed.

The leader of the Autobots did not hesitate in his answer. "Yes, if that is what you truly wanted. I can do it now if you like." Optimus sounded so guilty and so sad but also so very resound and honest. Bumblebee opened his mouth to speak again but a glance from Optimus silenced him. This had to be her decision alone. Sarah thought it over. Could she really risk that many lives just to be home. "The needs of the many, outway the needs of the few." She mumbled to herself. Unaware that even speaking in her lowest voice the Autobots could hear her with ease.

"I think…I would like to see Cyberton." She said feeling as though a weight was off of her shoulders. Oddly she felt a deep urge to rub her cheek against his thumb. He was so warm too. Sarah closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, only to have them open quickly again."Oh my gosh! I am so sorry…I don't know what came over me." She apologized pulling away from his thumb.

Optimus held back a chuckle. "That's alright." He promised her. Often when sparklings were introduced to a cohort, a family group, they would do something very similar to the leader of said cohort. It was a way of bonding. Perhaps her just being around them was awakening more of the all spark inside her.

"Now would you like a tour of the ship?" He asked. She nodded. "This is the bridge every corridor eventually leads here. You will always be able to find one of us here no matter what time day or night. If you need anything at all you need only ask."

"Well I would like some actual clothes." She blushed, tucking her instant made blanket dress a little tighter.

Optimus thought for a moment. "We don't have any but if Bee would be willing to help I am sure you could cut and stick a few of these blankets together into clothing."

"Sure it will be fun." Bee smiled and slowly Optimus handed Sarah to him. As the tour continued Sarah was shown the escape pods, Ratchets medical lab, the weapons range, the shower room, which she had already seen but this time she was showed the oh so nice pools of warm water and how to get back to her room. Only one thing stood out in her mind.

A door, a plain no different from all the other doors but it had felt strange. When she asked Optimus what was in there she was told it was nothing she needed to worry about and to please stay out of that room. Now as she sat alone in her room she couldn't stop thinking about that door.

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Days passed and days became weeks. Sarah was only eating twice a day at this point but every morning Bee would spend time with her. The first few days they made clothes. Two pairs of fuzzy pants and two long sleeve fuzzy shirts. They would play games or he would tell her about growing up on Cybertron or about the war and other autobots still living. Some mornings he could not stay with her having duties to attend to. He always felt guilty breaking up there routine but had brought her something to occupy her time. A light and airy white ball. It had been his when he was a youngling and he wanted her to have it to play with. So on another morning without Bee, Sarah took to the halls wandering around. Playing with the ball. She would let her mind drift off and without paying attention she kicked the ball a little too hard. Turning a corner she saw an open door. It was the door. The door that until now she had forgotten about. The door Optimus wanted her not to enter. Yet now it was open before her and dark, the light from the hallway shone off her ball which lay just a few paces inside the door.

Sarah bit her lip. "I can easily run in, grab my ball and run out. There is no need to bother one of the bots." She thought. Okay one two three! She dashed in grabbed her ball and spun on her heels only to have the door slam shut behind her. Sealing her into complete darkness. She banged on the door crying out but it would not open.

Finally some lights turned on. It was so quiet here. The constant hum of the ship seemed to vanish in this room. Sarah looked behind her onto rows and rows of mechs covered with cloth.

Was this a morgue? Oh she had to get out of here! Terribly thoughts filled her mind of horrible horror movies and nightmares. She began to pound on the door again shouting "Please can anyone hear me! Please help! Let me out!" But the pounding only echoed through the morgue and the shaking made the closest bots arm slid out from under the cloth. Sarah jumped as the fingers made a soft gong sound on the metal floor.

Slowly Sarah approached the unmoving form. The rust on the arm indicated a long deactivation from what Bee had told her. The faded colors would once have been very bright. She reached out almost touching the autobot symbol when she got a slight shock. "Stupid static." She said kissing at her finger tips.

Her attention had returned to the door trying to ponder a way to open it, when she hear another metallic sound. Wondering if the arm had fallen the rest of the way to the floor she turned and came face to face with an undead zombie monster!

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