Gimme a Chance

by CoffeeBorne Addict

Jazz and Prowl die on a suicide mission, leaving their sparkling on his own. The problem is that most sparklings die off after a period of time if both creators are offline. Whiteout is one of the unlucky ones, or is he unlucky? Contains fluff, i think. Lots of Sunny moments. dont like, dont read.

7. Chapter 7

I'M BACK PEEPZ! So y'all don't freak, I did a time lapse! Here's chapter 7 and please enjoy! Don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: dunt own anyting, cept Whiteout! He mine!

Chapter 7

Sunstreaker revved his engine for a third time, hoping. All the Autobots there were hoping; Whiteout was hanging on a thin line between life and death.

Before this, it had been a long, depressing three years. Whiteout was stable during his stasis lock, although he hadn't gotten better or worse. Cycle after cycle, the Autobots lived on a prayer, praying to Primus to let the sparkling live.

It was like that until now, the night before Whiteout would be classified as a youngling. Whiteout's unchanged condition suddenly changed to the point of jump-starting him.

The electrical surge of the third, and last, jump-start caused the sparkling to jolt. Nobot moved or made a sound, with the exception of Sunstreaker's engine. It was that one intake of air that sent relieved sighs across the room.

Whiteout was brought back. He stirred around on the berth, confused about the cables connected to him. A red servo reached down to lift the sparkling's helm, causing Whiteout's gaze to rise and meet Ratchet's optics full of relief and escaping tears. At first, Whiteout didn't recognize who he was. Then, he opened his mouth. It wasn't the sparkling's usual garbled clicks, but scratchy words, "You… you n-nice doc…tor."

Ratchet smiled softly and began to unplug the cables that were connected to him. Sunstreaker approached Whiteout after transforming out of his alt mode and lifted him once the last cable was disconnected. Whiteout caught a glimpse of the Autobots crowded in the med ay and returned their smiles with his own.

In the farthest corner of the med bay, Whiteout spotted the ghostly figures of his creators. Jazz had Prowl in a full embrace as they disappeared with proud smiles. Whiteout looked away from the corner and to Sunstreaker, who said quietly to him, "You're a youngling, Whiteout."

He gestured to the digital clock that read in military time: 00:01.

The (now) youngling smiled proudly to himself.

Me: Cute!

Ratchet: looks like he doesn't have a fear of doctors

Me: oh, he does. Besides… I'm planning to type up a sequel after the Epilogue that's coming up

Ratchet: -.- ~3

ME: please review folks!