A/N I changed the title of the first backstory to include the focus character's name. As the backstories are a sort of series, all the titles will follow the same pattern. The title of this chapter was inspired by my FanFiction buddy talking about baby engines. The workshop alluded to's the one Edward's class was built at.

The workers were working on a new engine at the workshop. They finished painting the engine and then one said "His name is Edward.", which brought him alive.

Edward blinked his eyes, wrinkled his nose, opened his mouth and breathed for the first time. He smiled warmly, an intelligent look in his soft eyes showing the wisdom he could gain over the years. His smile was rather shy underneath the warmth. The smile then faded and his face looked quite sad. His eyes showed he felt he needed something.

One of the workers said, "We shall get you some coal and water. Baby engines, like you, don't speak at first."

Edward seemed pleased with that. I can't speak, he thought. But I'm aware of the world around me. Maybe baby engines don't talk, but have to get older.

Edward was what they called a "shy steamer", but they got him to steam and he said, "Edward".

Edward was tested and they deemed him fit to work. He met his driver and fireman then and went to work on the Furness Railway.

One day, a bigger engine bullied Edward mercilessly. "Edward, you're such a worthless engine! You're little and a "shy steamer" so how can you do anything? You're fit only for the scrapyard in your present condition. You really shouldn't exist. It's all about the big and strong engines, like my class. "

Edward felt sad, so sad he began to cry, sobbing, not loud, but he shed a great many tears and sniffling with huge water droplets dripping and pouring from his eyes. His face was wet with tears. "Dr-Driver, m-my e-eyes ar-are l-leaking," he said, as this was his first time crying.

His driver went to comfort his engine. "There, there, Edward," he said as he pulled out a cloth from his pocket and began to softly dry Edward's tears. "Let it all out. You've got emotions, so you're crying. I'm here for you, with the caring and compassion to dry your eyes. You've got every right to cry. Feel how you feel.". He gently rubbed his engine's cheeks and wiped his teary eyes, listening attentively to pick up on Edward's values and cues.

Edward let out another sob, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I j-just c-couldn't h-hold b-back m-my e-emotion," he sniffled. Every word was another small sob, as he wept non-stop and let his driver comfort him.

He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "I know you care deeply and want others to be happy, but right now, I want you to cry, so you feel better. No judgment from me, as you need to find the comfort a good cry can bring. Just sob with me here to wipe away your tears. I shall wipe your eyes until they're dry.". He held the cloth to his engine's eyes and wiped all his tears away as best he could.

Edward sobbed and sobbed, his eyes streaming until he had no more tears left to shed. His driver dried his last tears away, patting them from his face and dapping tears in his eyes away until they were dry, then went back to the cab with the sodden cloth. Edward smiled a bit, feeling better after crying. His crew gave him a drink and went on with the day.

Edward worked on the Furness Railway, pulling trains and even shunting his own cars, because he liked shunting, though he was a tender engine. He was smaller than many other tender engines, so it was easier for him than it was for them. His mind matured in time, to the point he was no longer a baby engine.

A/N As this is Baby Edward, the following chapters will cover him as not a baby engine.