Perceptor And Deadend Found Out That Hotrod And Soundwave Has Been Making Out.

Perceptor and Deadend Found out that Hotrod and Soundwave has been making out.

"What are you working on?"

Dead End leaned against the wall watching Perceptor work.

"I'm trying to find a way to crack the Quintessons code."

"Oh."

He looked around noticing a commotion nearby. They both watched as Hot Rod and Soundwave left the training room. Seeming a little closer than before.

He was going to ignore them because he didn't care. It was obvious what they'd been doing, but it also wasn't his problem.

He turned back to Perceptor who made a noise of surprise. Before pulling Hot Rod away from Soundwave which was unnecessary. He hasn't done anything dangerous, since he asked Clobber to kill Hot Rod.

He didn't think anyone could die from interfacing. Although who knows. Maybe Soundwave was so terrible at it. That for the first time ever. Someone could die from terrible interfacing. Internally he smirked at the very idea.

"Stay away from my bitty."

"Carrier."

Hot Rod complained as Perceptor looked him over.

"We were just training?"

"Training!?"

Perceptor gave them a look of disbelief.

"You have a hickey on your neck. I don't remember training ever involving making out."

Both Soundwave and Hot Rod froze. The latter looking embarrassed at being caught.

"I don't want you seeing him anymore."

"But carrier."

"No buts. He's still a Decepticon even if we're at peace right now and he's not good enough for you."

Hot Rod tried to argue but Perceptor was already dragging him away. Once they were gone he glanced at Soundwave.

"Hot Rod really?"

"I could say the same thing about you and Perceptor."

"Touche. Although we haven't done anything yet."

"Then you better get on that. I don't want him to interrupt us."

Soundwave walked away, leaving him all alone. He stood there in disbelief wondering if Soundwave hit his head or something. Perceptor was terrifying when he wanted to be and he'd already told Soundwave to stay away. Next time he'd probably try to shoot him or something.

Soundwave confronting Hot Rod because he can't understand why Hot Rod can be so chill about the fact that Soundwave ordered Clobber to deactivate Hot Rod.

Hot Rod finding it funny because he doesn't because enough self preservation and is too fed up to care if he lives or not.

Thanks

He walked towards the elevator planning on grabbing himself some energon, after a long day of training. When Soundwave came out of nowhere and blocked him.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."

Soundwave grabbed him and pulled him into a nearby room ignoring his protests.

"Let go of me!"

Soundwave finally released him while glaring down at him.

"I sent someone to kill you and yet you let me live. Why?"

He shrugged.

"Are you really that stupid? I could try again."

"I don't care if you do."

"What?"

The Decepticon looked surprised.

"Soundwave I'm tired. The world is basically ending and I don't care about your assassination attempts. Kill me. Don't kill me. I don't care."

"How can you say that!?"

Soundwave demanded looking upset which surprised him.

"You're the one trying to kill me. Shouldn't you be happy?"

"No. I want my enemies to go down fighting. I want them to be worthy of an assassination attempt. Not whatever this is."

Soundwave gestured and he crossed his arms.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not Optimus."

"I don't care about Optimus."

"Really? Because you love comparing the two of us."

"Because you are acting like someone you are not. Optimus leadership will not make us want to help you."

"What will?"

"You, acting like the leader you are meant to be, but first you need to want to live."

"What?"

"Fight me."

"I'm not going to fight you, we're at peace."

"I never agreed to that. Fight me or else I'm taking over."

"I already told you I don't care."

"I'll kill those Autobots upstairs and all your pathetic friends who are vulnerable right now under the Quintessons control."

His optics narrowed and when Soundwave attacked he fought back.

"There's the spirit."

"Stay away from my friends!"

"You won't fight to save yourself, but you'll fight to save others?"

Soundwave gave him a confused look.

"They're more important."

Soundwave's engine growled and he looked angry.

"You are just as important."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I want you to live. The others listen to you and see you as their leader. Even the Decepticons. You and me we are the future."

"You don't think we'll get them out?"

"Think bigger than that. I mean after we defeat the Quintessons. I'm tired of this war, we all are. Optimus and Megatron are determined to destroy each other and take all of us with them."

"That's not true Optimus wants peace."

"But the Decepticons will never listen to him. I can see a fire burning inside of you. One that can end this war. You and me together, but first you need to want to live."

Soundwave turned around and left. Leaving him to his thoughts.

Hi, can we have a part 2 of hot rod being a carrier and ending up attached the sparkling that was given to a couple in high command.

After he passes out its Soundwave who finds him and takes him back to his private quarters. Soundwave found him because the decepticons attacked the base and took hot rod with them when they noticed his carrier protocols activated but there was no sparkling. Decepticons had a strict law to never separate a carrier from their sparkling so they scoured the area and found the couple with the sickly sparkling that was crying for hot rod and the bitty only stopped crying when they were placed in hot rods arms.

Hot rod wakes up to the bitty, his bitty, and soundwaves youngest new spark cassette feeding from his pouches. He couldn’t stop himself from checking over both of them and he couldn’t stop himself from growling at soundwave or megatron when they came closer to him since he was feeding vulnerable and sick sparklings that needed protection.

Hot rod decides to join the decepticons because he’ll do anything to keep both sparklings his spark is now attached to. His frame also thinks its the perfect time to puff up his tanks and spread his hips because now his carrier coding has safely activated because of soundwave and he’s so embarrassed by it but Soundwave loves it.

Soundwave keeps his servos on Hot rods tanks and lower back to help him around and to keep others from touching whats his.

They are happy.

"Soundwave we have a situation."

"What is it?"

"We have an Autobot..."

"Have you been spotted?"

"Not exactly, he's unconscious."

"Leave him. He probably drank too much."

"There's something off about him... I think you need to come see this."

He carefully moved out of his hiding spot from where he'd been observing the base. Looking for any weaknesses that might help their upcoming raid.

Going to Ravages location he found an Autobot laying on the ground unconscious.

He scanned him and saw the same thing Ravage did. His carrier protocols were activated.

"Do you think he's sparked?"

Ravage shook his head.

"No. He doesn't smell like it."

"That means there's a missing sparkling somewhere around here."

He scooped the unconscious carrier into his arms. Frowning at how light he felt. If he was feeding his sparkling he should be heavier. Needing to eat more since he was feeding for two.

He took in the carrier, looking him over more closely. He was a mess. His paint was chipped and dull. His frame showed signs of exhaustion and he felt his spark drop suddenly having a bad feeling. He recognized these signs. The same thing would happen to carriers in the gladiator pits when their sparkling was taken away.

"You don't think?"

Ravage tail flicked behind him in realization.

"They wouldn't be that cruel."

"I don't know... I think I can find the sparkling since the carrier still smells like them."

"Do it."

"What about the mission?"

"This is more important."

He pulled the carrier closer. Silently telling him to hold on.

"Report back when you've found the sparkling. I'm going to take their carrier to the medbay."

Ravage nodded and he carefully went back to his own base. Avoiding Autobot patrol's.

Taking him to the medbay. He laid him on a med berth. Letting the medics work.

Rubbing a gentle hand along the carriers face. He promised to find his little one and return them.

Stepping out of the medbay he found a message from Ravage.

"Did you find them?"

"Yes."

He froze taking in the sound of Ravages voice. He seemed disgusted by something.

"What is it?"

"The Autobots took the sparkling away from his carrier and gave it to another couple. Who aren't even taking care of him. He's obviously sick and they aren't doing anything."

"He needs his carrier."

"I know. If we don't hurry the sparkling is going to die."

Nodding. He got everything in order for the raid. It was time they attacked.

During the raid he broke into the apartment. Where the sparkling was laying in his crib. So weak he couldn't even cry. Just laying there abandoned.

It made him angry and he promised himself he'd punish those responsible.

For the Decepticons this is one of the worst things you could do. Many of them have either known or had their own sparklings ripped from their arms.

He put a hand on his chest. Where his youngest was docked. The very idea of losing him was unbearable.

Taking the sparkling back to the Decepticon base. He carried him into the medbay which had gone silent at the sight of a sick sparkling.

He placed the little one on his carriers chest. The sparkling made a small sound and the carrier responded. His chest plating opened letting his sparkling feed.

He had to hold the sparkling because he was too weak to move.

Gently stroking his helm. He felt hope when he noticed the sparkling was already starting to look better. Now that he was with his carrier.

He felt Ratbat open his dock with a chirp. Looking around he sniffed the air and then flew to the Autobot.

He went to grab him when the sparkling latched on and refused to let go. Snuggling again the Autobot he sighed feeling slightly worried.

He didn't want Ratbat getting attached to someone who might leave the Decepticons, after he's gotten better. Either to become a neutral or return to the Autobots.

He hated that idea but he knew he couldn't force him to stay.

When Hot Rod woke up, he felt warm and comfortable. Feeling something on his chest he looked down and gasped.

His sparkling had been returned to him and was peacefully sleeping with another sparkling curled up as well. He had no idea where he'd come from or when he'd gotten his sparkling back.

His memories were hazy and when he looked around he found himself in an unfamiliar room.

The door opened and he growled. Pulling the sparklings closer. He held them protectively while staring down Soundwave.

The Decepticon froze. Energon cubes in hand, which made his tanks rumble.

"You need to eat."

"Where am I?"

"You're in my room."

Feeling one of the sparklings shift. He gently rocked his arms. Soothing them back to sleep.

"how did I get here?"

"I found you passed out near the Autobots base. Your sparkling had been taken and was being raised by another couple."

Slowly his memories came back and he pulled his sparkling closer. Checking him over to make sure he was uninjured.

"When I found him. He was sick. I wasn't sure if he would make it."

He looked up at the Decepticon in distress. He should have fought harder to protect his little one.

"The other one is my youngest cassette."

Soundwave seemed slightly embarrassed and his sparkling chirped. Flying over to the Decepticon giving the energon in his hands a curious look.

Soundwave quickly handed it over,.before Ratbat got stuck again.

"Not for you."

He stroked his little head. Studying the Autobot who watched.closely. Never taking his optics off the sparkling in his hands.

Not wanting to upset the carrier. He handed him back. Watching as he easily tucked him back against his chest.

"What's your name?"

"Hot Rod."

He carefully drinks the cube of energon. His instincts telling him that he needed it, to keep his sparklings healthy.

At first he was unsure about living with Soundwave. Especially after all the horror stories he's heard about him.

But the Decepticon took care of him and his sparklings. He never had to worry about not getting enough fuel or either of them being taken away.

He decided to join the Decepticons because they could protect them and he didn't want to leave Soundwave or any of his cassettes.

As time went on, his body started changing. Making him look more like a carrier. At first he was insecure but Soundwave seemed to enjoy the way his body looked. Always complementing him and making him feel special.

He was so amazing and he loved him so much. Whenever they were out in public. He'd always keep a hand around his waist. Deterring any Decepticons who might want him for himself because a healthy carrier was seen as attractive.

Eventually the two of them bonded and he ended up getting sparked. His sparklings were excited about having a little sibling and he couldn't wait to have another one. Especially with someone he loved.

Hot Rod slapping a Quintesson Prosecutors because he’s just so done with everything. The Quintesson Prosecutors then acts like a sad dog and follows Hot Rod around.

Everyone thinks that Hot Rod has gone crazy and Soundwave is impressed.

Thanks

He was arguing with Soundwave while the others watched. They were supposed to be looking for supplies but Soundwave was acting like he was the leader.

"Useless Autobot. I should be the one in charge."

"No way. I've been leading this team since the start."

"And you've been doing a bad job."

"How dare you? I've been doing a great job. I freed you after all."

"It was an accident. You did nothing."

"Should we stop them?"

Clobber looked between the two who continued to argue. Completely oblivious to the world around them.

"Nah this is entertaining."

Perceptor gave Dead End an unimpressed look.

"They're making too much noise. The Quintessons are going to realize we're here."

"Too late."

Whirl pointed with one of his claws.

"You were supposed to be on guard duty."

"I was."

He gestured towards the Quintesson who snarled. Having managed to sneak inside while Whirl was busy watching them argue.

"Look out!"

Perceptor tried to warn. Hot Rod who was frustrated with Soundwave and done with the situation in general. Turned around and slapped the Quintesson in the face causing them to rear back making a sound of pain and surprise.

"Shut up all of you! I can't hear myself think!"

Hot Rod stormed off and the Quintesson looked between all of them and Hot Rod. It ended up following after him and he stood up going to stop it from attacking Hot Rod. When Soundwave stopped him by trying to take over.

He managed to get away when he started glitching. Not even bothering to help him and it seemed the Decepticons didn't want to help either. Because they walked away going back to Maccadams.

"Should we?"

"Do whatever you want."

He turned away going to find Hot Rod and Whirl joined him. Soundwave can stay stuck in the loop for all he cares. Serves him right for being such a jerk.

He found Hot Rod sitting by himself with the Quintessons head in his lap, looking up at him as he pet the beast.

He stared in shock and tried to reach for him and get him away from the Quintesson.

"Hot Rod what are you doing?"

"Hmm. I just needed some time to myself."

"Get away from that thing. It's dangerous."

"He's not dangerous. He's actually kind of cute in a weird way."

Hot Rod pet the beast who leaned into his touch.

"Come on we need to get out of here."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Probably already at Maccadams. Except for Soundwave he's still frozen at the warehouse we'd been exploring."

"What? Why would you leave him there?"

He stood up and the beast huffed looking annoyed that he was moving around.

"We need to go get him, it's not safe."

"He was being a jerk."

"Leaving him is not the Autobot way."

He went back to the warehouse and found Soundwave sitting on the floor looking exhausted.

"Look who finally decided to show up."

He spit out. Not even glancing at him.

"I didn't know they left you behind."

"Why'd you come back?"

"They shouldn't have done that."

Soundwave finally looked up and was surprised to see a Quintesson behind him. He raised his weapon and he got between them.

"Don't shoot he's friendly."

"Friendly?"

Soundwave gave him a disbelieving look and he shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I tamed it somehow and now it's following me around like a lost Cyberpuppy."

Soundwave looked like he wanted to be annoyed. Except he couldn't help but be impressed. Somehow he'd managed to tame one of those things. Which could help them defeat the enemy.

"You can keep your pet as long as it doesn't get in the way."

He stood up already walking away. Hot Rod grumbled behind him.

"I was going to keep him regardless of what you said."

Perceptor tried to protest but Hot Rod had made up his mind. Soundwave wanted his own and Whirl thought it was cool. Even though the Quintesson would try to attack him every time he tried to pet it.

Since he couldn't keep it at Maccadams it became a guard dog of sorts alerting them if anyone came near.

Hot rod desperate to get his sparkling to safety joins the decepticons who aren’t the monsters autobots made them out to be. They’re monsters made of circumstance not born monsters

Before the destruction of Nyon he'd been at a bar when he met someone. He didn't know they were the Decepticons third in command. They were handsome and charming. Both of them looking to relieve some tension.

Going back to his room the two of them interfaced and it was amazing. The best he'd ever had. He thought Soundwave would leave right after but he stayed the night. Letting him snuggle against him which he appreciated. Hating it when his partner left him right after. It always made him feel like he was nothing but shareware and for the next few days he'd feel dirty no matter how much he cleaned himself.

It was a few days after Soundwave had left that he started to feel symptoms. At first it had been easy to brush them off and then Nyon happened and he forgot all about it. So overcome with grief he barely noticed.

The Decepticons at the time had offered him a place amongst their ranks, but he refused. He wanted to stay where he was and join his people in death.

But something stopped him and that was the little spark somehow still flickering in his chest. The last sparkling of Nyon.

He couldn't get rid of it. He owed it to the people of Nyon to raise his sparkling and teach them the traditions of his home city.

He would not let Nyons memory fade away. Determined he knew he couldn't stay there. It wasn't safe and didn't have any resources for sparklings.

He traveled to the next city over. Which was a hard journey with the war destroying roads and him having to walk some ways.

By the time he got there he was exhausted and worried about his sparkling. Terrified that all of this stress would cause him to loose them.

He sat on the ground. Legs aching and unable to stand. He put a hand on his belly trying to figure out what he was going to do. He was in an unfamiliar city and had no idea where to go from there.

Luckily a kind medic offered to help him. He'd been weary at first, but not having another option he followed after them.

They led him to their small clinic where they were helping everyone they could and looked him over. He desperately needed energon. Which they were happy to provide.

They helped find him a shelter where he could stay and would check up on him, making sure the sparkling was developing nicely.

Laying on his back he watched in awe as his sparkling appeared on the screen. He felt tears fall because they were so beautiful and he loved them already.

Wanting to pay the medic back for their kindness. Even though they insisted it wasn't necessary. He helped out around the clinic doing small things like bringing them tools and cleaning up the place.

Things weren't perfect. The clinic was cramped and he slept on the floor. Energon while he was given some at the clinic was becoming harder to come by as the war raged on.

But it was home and he was trying his best to make a bad situation work. Hoping that maybe he'll find a way off world so his little one can be safe.

Of course then the war came and the city was ripped to shreds. He remembered waking up to screaming and panicking. He'd pressed himself against the wall and held on in fear of being trampled.

Looking around he could hear bombs going off as buildings and people burned. Panicking he ran to the clinic. Pushing past the panicking civilians who were trying to get away.

He somehow managed to make it. Gasping at the the horrible sight. The windows were shattered. Glass littering the ground. He could see the bullet holes on the wall and when he looked down. The medic along with the patients they'd been trying to help were all dead. Their bodies already turning gray.

He stared for a long time. The screaming a distant sound. All he could see was the medic laying their. Face twisted in fear and panic. Body riddled with holes. The smell of blood and death made him gag.

Snapping out of it. He knew there was nothing he could do. He needed to protect his little one. With a hand on his belly he joined the crowd who was trying to flee.

Only to be cut down by both sides fighting without a care in the world. So determined to destroy their enemies they didn't see the world around them.

He felt a sharp sting against his arm and he looked down to see himself bleeding. Looking around he needed to find somewhere he could hide.

Spotting an abandoned building nearby. He hid inside. Making himself as small as possible he waited in silence. Every time he heard a plane fly by he'd tense. Waiting for them to drop a bomb on him.

He didn't know how long he stayed there. Until he was found by a group of Autobots. He raised his hands spark pulsing in fear as they pointed their weapons at him.

One of them noticing his swollen belly smirked.

"This one might be of some use to us."

They grabbed him and dragged him to the Autobots base. Where they locked him in a room. Only coming in to give him energon, as they waited for his sparkling to arrive.

Afterwards they planned on using him to make more. Since their numbers were low and they needed more soldiers. They thought forcing carriers to have children would fix the problem.

It was disgusting and he was afraid for his little one. Knowing who the sire was. If they looked anything like him. He had no doubt the Autobots would kill his sparkling.

He couldn't let that happen and needed to find a way to escape.

Looking around he took note of everything. There were no guards outside his room and the base wasn't as secure as he's sure they'd like.

His room was completely empty. Which means it would be of no use to him. There were no windows so he couldn't use those.

When the base was attacked. He finally got his chance to escape. While everyone was busy fighting, he snuck out the back door. Only stopping to grab as much energon as he could before leaving.

Looking around. He needed to figure out what he was going to do next. He needed to find a way off world.

He decided to go to the nearby city hoping it wasn't completely destroyed. The journey wasn't as long, but he was a lot further along. Having to take frequent breaks to rest.

By the time he reached the city. He found it under Decepticon occupation. Exhausted,.he couldn't go somewhere else and had to find a way to make it work.

He kept his head low and took up all sorts of odd jobs to support himself and hopefully get enough money to leave. It seemed like others had the same idea. Because he heard whispers about the Decepticons having jobs that didn't involve joining their cause.

He was reluctant to take any of those jobs. Worried because of what happened with the Autobots. He'd always been under the impression that the Decepticons were crueler.

As the war continued raging. Jobs became harder to come by. Until he had no choice. He applied to work in their kitchens. Which seemed like a safer job than most.

Things were going well. He was safe and stayed in the kitchen. Rarely speaking to anyone outside of those who worked there.

He was as content as he could be. It was hard work but he was able to save money. Which he could hopefully use to get off world.

He'd been working late, cleaning up the kitchen before going to bed. When he heard people run inside.

Looking over he was surprised to find Soundwave along with his cassettes. The Decepticon didn't seem to recognize him as Rumble and Frenzy asked for milk.

He quickly made them both a glass of warm milk. Trying to hide how exhausted he was. Worried about loosing his job.

He could see Soundwave watching him but he didn't say anything.

He had no idea what the Decepticon was thinking and it made him nervous. He didn't know how he'd react if he learned the truth. Not wanting to put his sparkling in harm's way. He decided not to tell him knowing it was for the best.

Soundwave was busy helping lead the Decepticons. He didn't have time for a sparkling. If he even wanted their little one.

If anyone found out who the sire was. His little one could also be in danger. Autobots might try to use his sparkling as a hostage or kill them out of revenge.

It was best if Soundwave didn't know. Hopefully he wouldn't realize who he was.

The next day when he went into work. There was a chair waiting for him. He also noticed people seemed nicer and was surprised when Decepticons started giving him tips. Even though they usually didn't do that.

They'd also make sure he'd eaten and that he wasn't overexerting himself. They'd use the excuse that his food was really good whenever he asked and they didn't want to lose that.

Even though he could see them looking at his growing belly.

He was surprised that they seemed concerned about his well-being and didn't do anything to him. Now that they knew he was carrying. They continued treating him as a normal Cybertronian and didn't try to keep him for themselves.

They continued giving him money. Even though he tried to refuse they always insisted. Giving what little they had which he was thankful for.

It wasn't long before he had enough money and could buy a ticket to escape. Although he appreciated the Decepticons and all they had done for him. He couldn't let his sparkling be raised in a war zone. They deserved so much more than being forced to fight if they wanted to live.

He climbed onto the transport and looked at his home world one last time. Having no idea when he'd be back.

Maybe one day he'd see Soundwave again and he'd finally tell him the truth. Until then he was on his own.

Hi, a sparkling is found and every bot tries to hand them off to Hot rod who doesn’t want to take care of the sparkling because he doesn’t want to be a carrier. ( he actually does but he refuses to be demeaned by others simply because he was a carrier type mecha )

Eventually he has to sneak in and care for the bitlet because they won’t stop crying

He was about to start training with Springer when a group of Autobots came in holding a crying sparkling and looking uncomfortable. They walked over to him and held up the sparkling.

"Look who's here."

They pointed at him, as the sparkling continued to cry because they were holding him the wrong way.

He stared at the sparkling who was still crying trying to ignore his instincts. Knowing exactly what they were doing and implying.

He looked at the Autobots who were trying to make him take the sparkling.

"What is this?"

He demanded. Wanting to know why they were bringing the sparkling to him. He already had a feeling but he was hoping he was wrong.

"We found him during patrol. It looked like he'd been abandoned."

"Why are you giving him to me? You three are the one's who found him, so he's your responsibility."

"But you'd do a better job taking care of him and we want what's best for the sparkling."

Arcee crossed her arms looking angry.

"It seems you want to do what's best for you."

Springer nodded as the Autobots sputtered indignantly.

"That's not true. We just think Hot Rod would be a better... Fit."

"Why? Because I'm a carrier."

He snapped.

"We don't all love sparklings and want to constantly be sparked."

"That's not-"

One of them tried arguing. Getting defensive at being called out. He forced himself to turn away ignoring the crying sparkling. He wasn't going to prove them right. He was more than just a carrier, even if it physically hurt.

His friends chewed them out before following after him. He thought that was the end of it and that they'd take responsibility. Instead of trying to pass him off to another carrier, because they believed that was all they were good for.

When he refused to take care of the sparkling. The other Autobots decided the best course of action was to neglect the poor thing.

He overheard them talking in the mess hall complaining about the crying. When he'd tried looking for the sparkling he became concerned when he didn't see the little one in their arms. At first he thought they gave the sparkling to someone else. Until he learned they left the little one in their room, which was extremely dangerous.

Alarmed, he left the mess hall and rushed to their room. Trying not to imagine the worst. Pausing in front of it he stopped himself from entering. Refusing to give into his instincts. He planned on telling one of his superiors, when the sparkling began crying.

He flinched back as the little one sobbed and found himself rushing inside. He looked around and was shocked to find the little one about to roll off the bed.

He lundged forward ignoring his knees which hit the floor hard enough to leave a mark. Scooping the sparkling up he looked them over and noticed they seemed smaller then the last time he saw him.

He knew the sparkling was hungry and he looked around for a bottle and some sparkling energon. Instead he found none of that. Except for a partially drunk energon cube.

His spark sank as he looked it over. Hoping he was wrong.

Taking in the sparkling he became enraged when he saw vomit on the poor thing.

They'd been feeding him regular energon which had been making the sparkling sick. Then they didn't even bother to clean up and let the sparkling stay filthy.

His spark broke for the little one as they made a noise of distress. He opened his chest plating and helped him latch on.

Feeling the sparkling feed. He sighed in relief that his tanks hadn't been damaged.

What they did was horrible and he had no doubt on purpose. Everyone knows you're not supposed to feed a sparkling regular energon. It could have killed him.

Grabbing a rag he began cleaning the sparkling and felt his energon run cold when he saw marks on his body, in the shape of handprints.

Unable to take it anymore. He rushed the sparkling to the medbay. Chest plating still open for everyone to see, as he took the sparkling to Ratchet.

The medic was surprised to see him and even more surprised to see the sparkling in his arms.

When he explained the situation Ratchet threw into a rage. He began cursing at the Autobots who'd done this and carefully looked the sparkling over. Who was now asleep against his chest and would scream and cry if anyone took the little one out of his arms.

His spark broke as Ratchet listed the damage. Blaming himself for being stubborn and not taking the sparkling when they gave him the chance.

Now the sparkling had to suffer because of him. Ratchet somehow knowing what he was thinking told him that it wasn't his fault.

"The only one who's to blame are the monsters who did this."

He nodded too exhausted to argue. He pulled the sparkling close. Thinking of all the things he'd need, because he wasn't letting the sparkling go. He didn't care what anyone else said. The little one was his. He wasn't going to let him get hurt again.

Ratchet was also willing to back him up because he knew how to take care of a sparkling. He could also feed him from his pouches. Which would be important, because energon for sparklings was becoming harder to find due to the war.

The sparkling also didn't want to let him go and had chosen him. Crying if anyone else held him and desperately clinging to him. He stroked his little head as he slept and sang a Nyonian lullaby. While Ratchet filled out a report detailing the abuse he'd found.

The Autobots who'd been tasked with taking care of the sparkling must have realized he was gone, because they burst inside. One of them pointed at him in anger.

"You! How dare you try and get up in trouble after you refused to do what you were made for!?"

He flinched back pulling the sparkling closer as they took threatening steps towards him. Ratchet threw a wrench at one of them shouting at them to get out of his medbay as he called security.

They didn't listen and continue yelling at him trying to take the now crying sparkling away from him.

One of them shoved him against the wall and he curled into a ball. Protecting the crying sparkling as he was attacked.

He felt someone bend his spoiler causing him to wince, but he refused to let them have the sparkling. Those monsters would never hurt him again.

Security eventually came and ripped them away taking the still shouting Autobots to the brig. He was shaking as Ratchet helped him stand.

He soothed the sparkling in his arms. Rocking him and singing in the hopes he'd go back to sleep, while Ratchet worked on his injuries. He felt a tear fall as he put his spoiler back into place.

Later he was called to a meeting with high command where the issue was discussed. Ratchet gave them everything including his recommendation.

The Autobots were of course punished. Everyone disgusted by them hurting a sparkling. Especially with so few left.

They'd glared at him. Angry that he'd gotten them in trouble for abusing a sparkling.

The entire time he'd slept, clinging to his chest, as high command debated his future. Ratchet had continued trying to voice his opinion on the matter. There was no way off world. All the neutrals who could leave had already done so.

Those that couldn't either died or picked a side. The Autobots couldn't spare a single ship just for a sparkling. Besides there was no where for the sparkling to go. They didn't know where the neutrals had gone or if their colonies were still alive.

It made him nervous. He didn't want the sparkling growing up in a war, but it didn't look like there was a choice.

He listened as high command talked. Until the sparkling started crying hungry for food. He took him out of the room and found a hidden closet to feed him.

He'd only had him for a short time and he already loved him so much. He'd do anything to protect him.

When he went back it was silent. Looking around he realized they had made a decision and from the look on Ratchets face. He wasn't going to like it.

"We have decided that it would be best for the sparkling if they had another guardian. A couple who have strong Autobot values and can raise the sparkling right."

"I can raise the sparkling."

He argued. Spark spinning rapidly in his chest as he realized what they were saying. The very idea making him want to collapse, as he realized they wanted to take his sparkling away from him. He didn't understand why they didn't realize he was the best fit. The sparkling wanted him and he wanted him as well.

"You cannot do so alone. We want to give the sparkling the best life we can. Which means they should have two parents and they should be high in the chain of command. Since they will have more space and amenities. The sparkling won't have with you."

"You can't do this. He's safe with me."

"I'm sorry Hot Rod but this is what's best for the sparkling not you."

He begged and pleaded but they didn't listen. They ripped the sparkling out of his arms who screamed and cried in terror. He'd also begun crying as he reached for his little one. Begging them to reconsider.

He was forced to watch as he was taken away. High command then shipped him to another base, because they thought it would be better if he wasn't around. Wanting the sparkling to adapt to his new parents and forget about him.

Afterwards he was a mess. Barely sleeping or eating. Doing his job and that was it. He spent most of the day curled up in bed. Mourning the loss of his sparkling. Because his coding had activated and he was now producing milk. He was forced to pump which made it a lot harder.

His body was screaming at him to find his sparkling and bring him back but there was nothing he could do.

He was told the couple who had his sparkling could not have one of their own and he should be happy, they finally got the chance to be parents. Even during a time of war. Since they couldn't produce their own energon and it was difficult for them to find sparkling energon. Everything he pumped was given to the sparkling.

When he tried asking if he could see the sparkling. He was told the couple had refused. Wanting the sparkling to bond with him and that he was taking time to adjust. But soon the sparkling wouldn't remember him and it would only be confusing if he was around. Since he wasn't the sparklings carrier.

It felt like his spark was being ripped apart. He didn't want to live anymore.

After pumping as much as possible. To make sure the sparkling had a steady supply for a while, even after he was gone.

He snuck out of the Autobot base and planned on going somewhere. He didn't know where he just didn't want to be there anymore.

Walking away from base. He traveled for what felt like forever. Some distant part of him realized he was trying to get his sparkling back. His coding demanding he find his sparkling. After not eating or taking care of himself for a while now. He felt sick and dizzy. His body unable to take the strain after losing his sparkling. He collapsed onto the ground and passed out.