Sweetspark (KnockoutxBreakdownxSparkling!/Teen!Reader)

Chapter One

I just stare, amused by the hours-long battle Breakdown is losing with the temptation of recharging. We haven't really been working. The army hasn't been doing anything. We might as well be sailing around Earth for vacation or something. The Allspark's gone, Cybertron is lifeless and uninhabitable, the Autobots are dwindling. We are under orders of a comatose warlord and a power-hungry Seeker.

But, oh, the automobiles those humans manufacture!

Just when I start to fantasize, Starscream walks in. He seems pretty angry if he's taking smaller steps than usual. Breakdown and I are going to get chewed out again for not working on preparing Lord Megatron for his funeral, as much as I can predict. Instead, he informs us of a mission we're on now and sends the both of us on our way. The humans have a Cybertronian, specifically a Decepticon, in their fleshy servos. A group of skinjobs, according to the recently found signal for help. We could be dealing with a Decepticon warrior or a mistrustful, questioning one. All my sparkmate and I know is that we have a Decepticon on Earth and are charged with taking them back to the Nemesis online or not. And the Autobots should not have another possible warrior on their team while they're so close to getting wiped out.

Breakdown, some Vehicons, and I walk out of the Ground Bridge, seeing some sort of human military base. It doesn't really look guarded but it isn't abandoned either. There's loud noises and bright lights from inside. Maybe everyone decided to take time out of their night to watch whatever they took in having its insides poked and analyzed. This is yet another reason for Optimus Prime to hate humans, but he still protects them.

"I'll go left, you go right," I say. The screaming covers my voice enough for anyone inside that base to not hear.

We split up, looking around the outsides of the base. There's the pod in front of me, too small for an adult Cybertronian to fit. Either a very small femme escaped, or a sparkling lost their creators a LONG time ago.

"Anything to report?" Breakdown asks through the comm.

"We might be dealing with monsters instead of humans," I answer. I didn't realize how quiet I was until Breakdown and I met up at the entrance of the building. "Three... two... one."

We crash through the large door, seeing a good seventy fleshbags look back with surprise. One of them doesn't have a mask on. He must be the leader. Every human is silent except for him. That fleshy is ordering the others to attack and guard their so-called "asset". Breakdown and the Vehicons doesn't hesitate to cover me while I search for the "asset" and the leader with a couple of scouts.

"Knockout, where are you?" Breakdown asks through the comms. "We got all of them."

"Find any potential exits. We're not letting that Decepticon leave this base with those skinjobs," I order, the three of us splitting up while I also wait for Breakdown. He might be a little too big to fit in the hallway, though, so I gave second thoughts. "Breakdown, wait near the entrance. They might have backup coming."

I start running, finally hearing humans yell and a whimper that doesn't come from them. When I see them, shock runs through. A sparkling. Just as I suspected. Too young to fight, too young to have the spark to, too young to think straight.

"You couldn't have brought me to the right exit!?" the leader yells as I come terrifyingly close to strangle him with one servo and watch his fleshy insides squish into a little pile of uselessness.

"And you couldn't have not harmed such a young Cybertronian?" I question, my left servo turning into a buzzsaw. The human's face seems to be getting redder by the minute.

"Don't touch MECH's property!" he barks.

"You think I'll take orders from a human?"

His fleshy optics widen as I slice the straps off and pick up the sparkling. I think about slicing the human in half, but there's no time to, much to my displeasure. He's just paralyzed as I rendezvous back to the entrance of the base. Breakdown and the Vehicons seem more than surprised by the sight of the sparkling in my arms. She's recharging. A smile too wholesome for this war on her face.

"Better than an Autobot," Breakdown whispers. He's never dealt with sparklings before, especially one so young. Then, he's on a comm link with the communications officer. "Soundwave, we've located and seized the spa... Decepticon. Set a Bridge to our coordinates."

We wait. I focus on comforting the resting femmeling while Breakdown watches. The Vehicons just look into the distance... as if they have no thought. It doesn't last long, as the Ground Bridge appears before us. We all walk through, the little femmeling somehow not waking by the sounds of bustling Decepticons and orders getting shouted across the room by Starscream. He doesn't seem to notice us coming back or the resting (f/c) and (s/f/c) femmeling.

Breakdown and I walk to the Medbay, trying our best to conceal the little one from the Vehicons, even if they're too busy with getting ready to go into an energon mine and attack the Autobots who didn't answer the signal the sparkling accidentally put out. I won't blame her, I would've done the very same thing if I were her, even if it was on accident. 

I look at the little femmeling in my arms. She's still recharging while Breakdown and I check for any visible injuries. Mainly just scratches and little scrapes until I find a little emblem that is pretty familiar from that human base. There are four letters in human English that is supposedly the logo. MECH.  I can only imagine what it stands for. 

Breakdown gets the scanner and hands it to me. I put the sparkling down and scan her. The screen shows multiple things out of place. They rearranged some of her insides with no disregard for how they're supposed to work and connect, and yet she's still functional. They took her circuits out, emptied her of energon, and never left her to die, but to torture and experiment on her for as long as they lived. And there she is, on the medberth, alive. She just needs some energon in her system and everything would be fine. My sparkmate already knows what I'm thinking about and walks out to come back with an energon cube. As much as I don't want to, I wake the little femmeling up. She's soundless. She doesn't chirp or anything, only look at me with her two optics. Red and auburn yellowish orange or orangish yellow. Both of them are locked on me. 

"I won't let them hurt you again," I whisper, Breakdown by my side, "no matter what." 

Her smile seems never-ending, her servos out to reach for my face. Something is burned into her right servo. A name. 

"(Y/N)," Breakdown reads, immediately earning the attention of the sparkling. Her smile just gets bigger. "Strange." 

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Word Count: 1200

Casually listening to Donald Trump sing "Enemy" while writing this and investigating an ARG-