Fate's Secret (A TFP Story)

Thouse 'Sparkling' Few!

"Greetings, why don't you come in and get yourself cleaned up, Splitspark Prime!"
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(Fate's PoV)

My optics snap open as they slowly blink online, my prossesor quickly pulling up the events from shortly before i went into recharge.

I look around the space im occupieing noticing thin metal bars with a large enough opening for me to crawl out, though small enough so that it would definitely make sound as i did so.

'Looks like i wont be going unnoticed any time soon '

I shake out my metallic feathers as best as i can, making multiple small clicking and clanging noises as i do do.

Thud, thud, Thud

I suddenly see a familiar large red optic, Looking into the cage, glow brightly as his antennas seem to raise in an unseen joy.

"Good morning youngling, it would be logical to come out for feeding" the Cyclops called out to me, causing me to chirp back some rather... Creative... Remarks.

As sure as i am that he dose not speak the language of the beast's. I still can't help but squiek as his large Purple servo suddenly slipped underneath my stomach, lifting me of the ground enough to pull me out of the cage.

The tip of a bottle was shoved up to my intake before i could make a nother sound of protest, causing me to bite down on it in protest.

Ofcourse as soon as i did i tasted the sweet flavour of the lowgrade energon ment for younglings, suddenly felling hungry and quickly drinking the whole bottle whitout any further Protest.

Letting out a satisfactory chuff once i finished my energon i quickly though of some way to get away, but I swear this damn Aft can read Prossesors, because the thing i know is that im placed on one of the table tops, which has previously been covered by a mesh blanket.

'At least he's trying to keep me compfterble i guess'

I rolle my optics as i pat down the soft material under my claws, suddenly hearing him pick something off a nother table.

'OH GALAXY'S NO!'

The damn Cyclops just picked up a needle with who the Frag knows what inside of it?!

I Hiss out of reflex, trying to hop off of the table only to immediately be meet with a servo catching me mid air, lifting me up to stare into that lone red optic.

I wonder if it ever gets lonely, Or if he ever blinks!

"It would be logical for you to hold still little pup, this is merely a health infusion to help prevent some of the more common sparkling Diseases!"

I yelp loudly felling the needle piercing my exposed cables, ejecting the damn Vaccine, which im allmost curtant is self made, into my compared to Predaking small frame.

I quickly bite into the scientists Arm, the sudden pricking combined with the way he was holding me activating my fight responce.

To my amusement he let out a sudden hiss in pain, seeing that Predacon sparklings dentas tend to be little sharper then the denta of a older Predacon, not to mention that the scraplet-, terrorcon-, and sparkeater CNA all played there own role in both sharpening and hardening of them.

I felt the fresh energon from the wound drip into my intake, making me gleeful with the amount of damage i was able to cause with my dentas alone.

My prossesor flashed to a static image of a offline mech in an alleyway, Datapads laying on the ground, scattered, sprinkled with freshly spilled Energon. The mechs optics offline, sparkchamber missing, a deep Growl ringing through the area.

I release the purple mechs arm, shaking my helm in hope of getting the image out of my Prossesor.

'What was that? Why can't i remember it clearly? Was it just a Nightmare? Why did it seem so REAL?'

I was brought out of my thoughts by a now rather familiar monotonous voice "Your action was illogical, dear youngling".

I let out a low whine in responds, trying to communicate that i, for ONCE, did not mean to actually bite him.

He put me back in the cage after that covering it with a thin blanket, to stop most of the light from the cage.

I heard Shockwave moving around the room, even with the blanket muffling most of the sounds from being heard.

I curled up with my wings stretching as far as possible, i was in dire need to sort out my prossesor anyways.

I shifted through multiple memories, old dreams, nightmares and thoughts. I'm shifting through them casually.

Or at least it WAS casually, until suddenly that same static reappeared, i quickly found myself shifting through it, doing my best to make some sense of it all.

Its difficult to remember them, and even more difficult to hold them apart! I wonder which is what? Some seem to be memories, others dreams and ofcourse even some of my old old vision's.

I looked for one of the sharper once, accessing the static and broken event, though i can only assume its an old memory.

~~~~~Static~~~~~
(Narrator PoV)

Two bots were sat beneath a larger tree in one of the parks scattered around Iacon, the night silently dancing around them.

One was a red and blue mech, shy, kind and always excited to learn something new. Be it retellings of old Events from Cybertrons past, or even the latest weather changes from around the outskirts of Cybertron.

Next to him sat a Black armoured femme, Colorful dots like stars scattered around her frame in a galaxy like pattern. She was quite a bit shorter then him, allways looking at seemingly nothing, yet allways telling and writing storys.

They sit silently for a while, just enjoying the peaceful few of the many stars above.

The shy mech was the first to break the silence, curious as allways.

"H-Hey Splitspark? May i ask you a q-question?" He stammered out, allways worrying about offending or bothering the dark colour femme.

"...Hm...?" The young Splitspark hummed in acknowledgment, allready having awaited this nights barrage of questions.

"Why do- why do you allways seem to look through bots instead of at them every time you come over to visit Alpha Tryon?" The young mech asked, never understanding her actions.

The femme let out a soft chuckle, leaning back against the trees trunk in comfort before awnsering. "...What is there to really look at? Paint, wax and maybe some polish. I prefer to look straight at the Spark, it can tell you a lot about a bot..."

The young mech tilted his helm his helm in question. "What can you tell about me?"

Splitspark looked at him with a light allmost unnoticeable smile "...That your one of the pure and innocent once, destined to be something Great and to protect thouse you care about..."

The young mechs optics widen as they sparkled with amazement, having learned to allways trust in her judgement when it came to future events. "Really?"

Splitspark chuckled and smiled with a small shrug "...What else can i say...? ...I guess you're just one of the Sparkling few!..." She grinned, seeing the young librarian happily settle down to ponder her responce.

"Hey Splitspark?"

"...Yes..."

"I just want you to know that I'll never forget you, no matter what happens!"

"...Sometimes we don't get to choose if we remember or forget..."

"What do you mean, Splitspark?"

"...You'll understand it when your older, Orion Pax..."