BUYAH! Fourth chapter's here guys!
I came home from school after uploading the 3rd chapter and my mom noticed that I was in a good mood… it's cuz I have all these reviews! I still don't know if 'Streaker is in character.
Disclaimer: I dunt own transformers… DX
Chapter 4
It was a few joors after the midday point. Sunstreaker gave up on the news. PRIMUS, IT WAS BORING!
Whiteout was looking sick as the mech lifted the sparkling to optic level. The tiny helm lolled from side to side and felt hot to the touch.
"Frag," the mech cursed, moving towards a garbage can. He held the sparkling on his servo; Whiteout's helm was set between two of his fingers. The sparkling began to gag and eventually purged his tanks. It was very little due to the fact that Whiteout simply refused to fuel. Sunstreaker's other servo rubbed the sparkling's back gently until Whiteout whimpered.
"Let's get you cleaned up," the mech said softly as he glanced at Whiteout. Sunstreaker went over to the oil bar a few halls down from where he was with the sparkling resting on his shoulder. He called towards the bartender, "Hey Slick, get me a high grade, a cube, and a clean rag."
"What size cube?" Slick asked, preparing the order.
"Sparkling size," Sunstreaker replied. Slick laughed, thinking it was a joke, until he turned around to see that it was true.
"You sittin'?" a twitchy smirk was on the bartender's lips.
"Yeah," the mech nodded with a sigh, "This all goes on Ratchet's tab, by the way,"
"You made a deal, I see,"
Slick threw him the rag, which Sunstreaker caught. With it, he wiped off the drying liquid on Whiteout's mouth. Slick set down a cup of high grade and the small cube for Whiteout in front of Sunstreaker. He grabbed the cube and Whiteout saw it, and began to shake his helm "no".
"You need to fuel up," Sunstreaker said, peering through the visor and meeting with the yellow optics beneath. He raised the cube and Whiteout stretched out his arms to grab the cube. The sparkling did manage to have a grip and slowly tasted the energon before chugging it down. The two mechs grinned.
"M… mmm… mmo… moow," Whiteout squeaked. He tossed the cube lightly at Slick, who had a dumbfounded look, "MOOW!"
Sunstreaker was amazed at the sparkling's first word. He smiled at Whiteout who accepted a second cube.
"Moow," the sparkling demanded after finishing the second cube.
"No more. You'll purge your tanks again," Sunstreaker poked his nose, only to regret it. Whiteout bit the tip of his finger, almost leaving a dent, "OW! Primus, you little-"
"Serves you right," Slick winked as he laughed.
"Shut up," the yellow mech growled. He stood up from his chair and gulped his high grade, then left.
Whiteout laughed continuously as he lay against Sunstreaker's shoulder, which annoyed the mech. For the fun of it, Sunstreaker laughed along with the sparkling. Whiteout hugged the mech's helm, covering his vision completely. Sunstreaker grabbed the sparkling and lifted him up. Whiteout chattered excitedly with a big smile and giggled.
"To think, he's slowly dying," Optimus said from behind.
Sunstreaker held Whiteout on his shoulder again as he turned around to face his leader. The sparkling was still giggling and Sunstreaker had a small grin. Optimus reached forward and gently touched the tiny helm. Whiteout managed to bite the servo on the thumb before Optimus had the chance to retract his servo.
"You know, I think he likes you better than Ratchet," Optimus said after Whiteout let go. The sparkling growled at the mention of the doctor's name.
"You really think so?" Sunstreaker asked.
The Autobot leader nodded. Whiteout buried himself in Sunstreaker's neck, preparing to go back to recharge. His tiny arms wrapped around the mech's neck and squeezed a bit.
"Tell me again his survival percentage," the yellow mech said quietly, trying not to awaken the already recharging sparkling.
"About 10 percent. It would've been a six, but he met you,"
Sunstreaker glanced at Whiteout, who was sucking his thumb, "Do you know why sparklings need their creators?" he asked curiously.
"If you ask a human mother, why do you keep your baby close, she will most likely say, because they can't take care of themselves; they are fragile. Human children are different than our children, but they both need a parents' love and care. It's as simple as that,"
Sunstreaker took a moment to let that sink in as he gazed at Whiteout. He thought of the day Jazz and Prowl gave their lives to destroy the two-in-one human pen. On that same night, Whiteout fell into a temporary stasis. Almost all of the Autobots were scared if the sparkling was going to offline that day. Luckily, he didn't. But instead, Whiteout was slowly dying.
If the sparkling doesn't reach a percentage of 50, then he would most possibly offline.
Whiteout shifted in his position.
"If you want, Sunstreaker, you can watch over Whiteout," Optimus offered after the moment of silence.
The yellow mech shrugged, "I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm the 'parenting' type."
"Neither was Jazz, nor Prowl. I'll have you think about it,"
He walked off after Sunstreaker nodded. The yellow mech stood there for a moment, glancing at the sparkling. Then, he also walked on his route outside.
End of chapter four. Chapter five should be coming up. What I meant when Prime said, "Neither was Jazz, nor Prowl." I wanted to say that nobody would really expect them to raise a kid. I mean, their busy mechs… whatever!
But please review folks! tanks guys!