Sweetspark (KnockoutxBreakdownxSparkling!/Teen!Reader)

Chapter Three

I've been monitoring (Y/N)'s growth for the past week. She's two and a half feet taller than when we found her. She's not only growing in appearance, but her processor is also growing as well. Just yesterday, she started to speak, and she's learning words fast. In fact, anyone on the ship could have a basic conversation with her by this evening. Breakdown's also teaching her Cybertronian. Lord Megatron's still in that little coma of his, so Lieutenant Starscream is questioning our decisions of a sparkling being on board.

But I don't think Lord Megatron would even think about sparing a sparkling, let alone allowing the only medic and medical assistant on board to spend their time taking care of one.

So I don't know if I should be glad that Screamer is temporarily in charge or not.

"Carrier!"

Okay, that scared the the living scrap out of me.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" I reply. Breakdown is holding the not-so-small-anymore sparkling, being just as careful as he was a week ago. She holds up a drawing on a datapad, it has Breakdown, (Y/N), Starscream, me, and 5T3V3 in it. No Megatron. Honestly, I'm relieved that she didn't see the lifeless husk just a room away from her.

"Do you like it?" she asks, her smile still wide. She's little enough for it not to look psychotic.

"Yes, sweetspark. It's looks very nice," I answer. Her smile is contagious. Very contagious. Breakdown smiles at me. He's been infected as well.

"Glad you're happy, (N/N)," Breakdown says.

(N/N)? He gave her a nickname? 

"I'm going to use that," I laugh. 

"The nickname?" he asks. 

"Yes, the nickname!" I answer. (Y/N) giggles a little. She still shows excitement toward things even though she has heard or seen it many times before. "Now, I think it's time for you to go to bed... (N/N)." 

She nods, and we lead her to the berthroom. We don't have any other room for her, so she just sleeps with us. It's not like a spare berth is going to appear out of nowhere either, you know. There's only enough for the planned number of soldiers who are on the Nemesis currently, minus 186. Those are gone. And we honestly don't even care enough to bury them. They were too weak in battle, of course they deserve to not be buried! They failed the Decepticons, for Primus's sake! 

I have to stop my mental rant to recharge. And by the time I get up, I don't really think about what I was even ranting about. Nor do I see (Y/N). She's always hiding in the morning now. And, when we find her, she always has either visible psychological or physical differences. I can only guess what's different now. Sometimes, it's not that bad, though, so maybe she's just hiding out of fun today. 

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What happened to me? Why do I look like this? Wasn't I a seven-year-old yesterday? 

"Yeah, too many questions, (Y/N). Just calm down," I whisper to myself. I'm hiding under the desk, my first hiding place when I first got on this ship. Funny thing is that I've never really been beyond the lab, and I'm not about to start now. Curiosity will come later. "Maybe Sire and Carrier are looking for you. Maybe they'll fix this... or they won't even know who you are. Either way, you could try." 

The weird constant happiness I felt yesterday and the day before isn't there anymore. I can't feel that way anymore. Whatever was wrong with me is gone, but I don't know my own appearance anymore. I still have my name, I remember my name, but the face is too unfamiliar for me. I hate my face. I don't know who I saw in that mirror. Carrier and Sire might kill or interrogate me about where their (Y/N) is. Except I am their (Y/N). They won't know it. I'm too scared to even look at them. 

"(N/N)! Sweetspark, you can come out!" I hear Sire shout. Carrier is closer than him. 

I look up to see my carrier gaze at me. He hugs me closely. I'm simply paralyzed. He knows who I am. Sire smiles at us and hugs Carrier and me. They... welcome me. 

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