Before you start reading (or you can zip thru this and go ahead…), Whiteout apparently does have a small fear of doctors…

Me: nothing personal Ratchet…

Ratchet: uh, huh right (eyes the wrench sitting on a table)

Me: O.O

Disclaimer: the usual, except Whiteout

Anyway, please continue and keep throwing in the reviews folks! I'm loving them! *wink, wink*

Chapter 6

Optimus was just waking from recharge when he heard Hot Rod just outside the doors of his quarters, "Prime, there seems to be a problem with the sparkling."

The Autobot leader fell out of his berth in surprise, hitting the floor with a clang and an "ow".

Sounding concerned of his leader, Hot Rod asked, "Are you okay sir?"

The doors opened, revealing Optimus at the doorway, "Yes, I'm fine. But the sparkling? What happened to Whiteout?"

"He's gone critical, sir," the SIC replied.

With that said, the two mechs reached the med bay in no more than a breem. Several dozens of Autobots were anxious and crowded inside the room. Optimus was left through the crowd and he spotted Ratchet busy with the sparkling's plugs, inserting them into a circuit for another energy transfer.

"Ratchet, what happened to him?" Optimus rather frightened. The doctor's gaze gave a bad feedback; his optics were dull and he was trying hard not to cry.

"Whiteout went into a stasis lock," Ratchet replied slowly, "He went in half a joor ago. Just to add to the bad news, there's no telling if Whiteout can get out of this. Online." Ratchet added, choking back tears. Optimus grimaced and took a glimpse of Whiteout. Among the Autobots, there were many groans and swears. Sunstreaker touched the black helm of the sparkling gently and lifted his gaze towards Optimus. Tears streamed galore on his faceplates; his optics were a dull golden yellow. Then, the leader glanced at Ratchet. He seemed to be hiding something. Something he didn't want any other bot to hear.

Optimus turned to the awaiting crowd and with a staggering calm voice, he said, "Autobots, return to your duties. I'll inform you about Whiteout afterwards."

Several nodded and they all left the med bay. Once they were all gone, Optimus turned to Ratchet and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ratchet burst into tears, "I failed them Prime. I failed them."

"Who did you fail?" the leader asked.

"Jazz and Prowl," before Optimus could say anything, Ratchet continued, "They asked of me to make sure that nothing happened to Whiteout. Now he's in a stasis lock and can offline at any time.

"Jazz and Prowl knew that orphaned sparklings can hardly survive. If Whiteout was a youngling, that would be a different case. But he isn't. So don't take the hard blame," Optimus said, "I understand your hardship, but you have to think about the possibilities."

Sunstreaker was sitting on one of the chairs in the med bay, listening.

"Whiteout is about a week old, a sparkling, and orphaned. A stasis lock is one of the things that can happen to him,"

"I know, but I feel bad. I never wanted this to happen to Whiteout. What makes me feel even worse is the fact that the sparkling doesn't like me," Ratchet wiped away several tears with his servo.

Optimus chuckled, "Whiteout is still young. He'll learn to like you."

Ratchet smiled weakly and thought bitterly, "If that'll be enough to cheer me up."

Primus is god. He is noble and kind. Whiteout wasn't sure if it was him he was seeing. The sparkling crawled on the white marble floor towards the large smiling mech, stopping at his pedes. Whiteout called towards Primus and the mech continued to smile as he turned 180˚, stepping back. Behind Primus were two mechs, both were Whiteout's creators: Jazz and Prowl. The sparkling cried in recognition as his carrier lifted him up and embraced him. Whiteout could hear their echoed cries as they wept with joy. He received kisses from his creators and he spoke to them through garbled clicks.

Prowl answered their creation, although his lips didn't move at all, "We missed you too, my little one."

Whiteout chattered again. Jazz replied, lips not moving either, "We never left you, Whiteout." The sparkling countered, upset.

"We offlined to protect you," Prowl replied. Whiteout gazed into his carrier's optics and felt the truth, "You must understand though, Whiteout. If you wake up, you might not make it."

"Your carrier and I don't want you to die," Jazz added to his lover's statement. The sparkling spoke again and Jazz answered, "We will be together one cycle, but not this time. You have a life to live."

Whiteout began to cry and gripped his carrier's neck, refusing to let go. Prowl kissed the tiny helm, "You will never be alone. We promise you."

Primus stepped forth with a small glowing orb in his servo; Whiteout raised his helm. The orb was small enough to slip into the sparkling's mouth. As soon as it dissolved, the sparkling's world began to fade around him. He felt the drifting hugs of his creators and cried out towards them as he felt them slipping.

"We love you, Whiteout," was the last thing he heard before Whiteout was entombed in darkness.

That was chapter 6 guys! i sorta feel bad for killing Jazz and Prowl, but watev! *wink, wink*

Jazz: wow...

Me: what? you and prowl are cute together!

Prowl: but none of the stories you've read contain death.

Me: think again kitty ninja

Prowl:...?

Me: Sorry, animated generation...

Jazz: *snicker*

Whiteout: HI DAAAA!

Jazz: o.o

Prowl: how cute!

Me: PLease review!