The mech continued searching throughout the next day.
With still no sign of the sparklings, he headed on his way, hoping to stumble across them.
Several cycles later, he came across signs of a large group passing through. He followed it, knowing that, eventually, he would catch up with them.
Perhaps they had seen his younglings.
Late into the night, he stopped for rest. He took a cube of low grade from subspace and downed it, considering.
Why was he so set on retrieving the young ones? Why could he not accept that they were probably forever lost, and move on? If they had fallen in with the group, would they not be well taken care of?
No!
He slammed his Energon into the ground in sudden fury. They were HIS responsibility, HIS young ones.
With new purpose, he moved on.
Morning came, and with it, a change. As he clambered up an abandoned building for a better view, he noticed a smudge on the horizon.
The mech rerouted power from all functions except motor and vital to his optics, magnifying the smudge as best he could.
As far as he could tell, the smudge was several large buildings. Sliding off the roof, he headed towards the cluster of shelters.
Perhaps there he could find his young ones.
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Stolen Spark
FanfictionA loner mech finds a reason to travel and survive with others. Who is this mystery mech, and what are his intentions? I do not own Transformers. I do own: Addai/Dekka Cloudburst Mistdawn Shadowdancer Nightstreak Plot line Writing style Warped sen...
