Transformers Prime Imagines

A Caregiver's Love (Autobots X Femme Reader X Megatron)

A/N: HEYAAA! SO UM YEAH I WATCHED NANNY MCPHEE AND NOW THIS IS CANON I DONT TAKE ANY OTHER OPTIONS OKAY OFSDFDFNSLKFD- XD ENJOY THIS LONG ASS CHAPTER~

it's a little angsty and sad, so um yeah. UWU

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Gentle pitter-patter brought you some peace as you felt the rain pelting from above. The Autobots were hanging around with their charges, leaving Optimus, Ratchet and you to do your own stuff.

You were an old bot, older than Optimus and Ratchet. You were a nanny bot, taking care of orphaned sparklings and lost child in a small centre. There would be parental units dropping their kids off to you once a while when they get too busy, but you didn't mind. Your centre shelters all kinds of children, from the unwanted or busy, you took them all under your wings.

After the war broke out, you were found by Optimus and joined their crew. You had been taking care of sparklings for all your life that you didn't acquire any battle skills, so you felt a little bad for not being able to contribute for your team...until they realise how badly the team was in need of a loving carrier.

It all started when the team had just recently got used to being on Earth, settled down and being accustomed with the place. Agent Fowler was being his usual hardcore self but his words were sharp, cutting the team's spark harshly with his phrases. Optimus had to shoulder the blame for the crew and it was starting to take a toll of him.

Flashback.

"OPTIMUS!" Agent Fowler yelled, coming through the mini elevator and stomping loudly towards the railing. The poor Prime slowly came forward, ready for another scolding when I stepped in.

"Agent Fowler, hello there." I said, standing by my leader's side. Optimus was about to stop me when I gently grasped his servos, letting him know that he wasn't alone in this.

"You bots really done it good this time! Five-hour traffic and a stack of damn report on my office for your cause! What the HELL have we talked about DRIVER'S ED!? DID Y'ALL JUST DELETE THAT INFO LIKE SOME KIND OF A BUG OR SOMETHIN'?" Agent Fowler yelled, waving his fist in the air angrily. Optimus sighed, opening his intake to speak but I got to it first, taking the blame.

"Sorry, Agent Fowler. You gotta understand that it's not Prime or the crew's fault...it was me. I uh- I'm old little guy, memory files tend to disappear and reappear from time to time. Sorry sweety, I'll try and stay indoors the best I can but I was on scouting duty. Not their fault, alright? Sorry Hun." I said, kneeling down to meet the human. He may be stern but the man was just being protective of his world, as he should.

Agent Fowler huffed and nodded, rubbing his tired face and gave me a stern warning.

"Granny, please learn our custom or it won't be just a scolding you'll get!" he said exasperatedly. I nodded, giving him a small chuckle as I scratched my neck cables.

"Yes, sir. Won't happen again. I take it there were no casualties?"

"No. But I got one helluva stern orders to relay the message to you."

"Ah, I see. Once again, apologies sweetspark. Tell your boss sorry for me alright?" I said, giving him my digits as a sign of an apology. Agent Fowler shook it and nodded again, anger dispersing and replacing it with satisfaction.

"Thank you. And please, tell your team to be straighter and not so reckless, will ya?"

"Will do, safe trip Agent Fowler."

The liaison went back up and left, leaving the team in shock. Bulkhead came up to me slowly, scratching his helm with embarrassment along with Bumblebee. Arcee and Cliff had an ashamed look as they played with their digits, all feeling terrible. With a chuckle, I pulled them in for a hug.