From Teens to Sparklings

Chapter 5 Cuteness and Confusion

Ratchet rubbed his forehead, optics squeezed shut in an attempt to stop the oncoming headache.

"So let me get this straight. You three fell into some kind of lake, woke up like... this, and then immediately almost got yourself caught by a Deception? Ohh boy..." he groaned

The three sparklings sat on the medical berth, Miko holding her stomach. Bulkhead knelt beside the metal table, letting Miko rest in his hands. Ratchet paced, trying to make sense of the situation.

Optimus stepped forward, a concerned look on his face.

"Ratchet, is there anything you can do to change them back?" he asked, casting a glance down at the children.

Before he could speak, something interrupted him. A small, mechanical chirp came from below him. Rafael yawned, tiny wings stretching out. Tired blue optics closed, and the tiny yellow sparkling leaned against Jack, snuggling up to the biggest member of the trio. In the now silent room, it was easy to hear the quiet purring coming from Raf.

Ratchet smiled softly, the rare expression showing itself on the old medics tired face. Bumblebee beeped happily, voice quiet as to not wake the sleeping boy. Bulkhead squeed internally when Miko flopped over as well, the girls energy spent. Jack struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to be a part of the conversation. But sleep called to him, slowly dragging him under. Within a minute, he had fallen asleep as well, head leaning on Raf's.

Bulkhead slowly slid Miko off of his hand, careful not to wake her. For a moment, it was like there wasn't a war. For a moment, it was like they were back on Cybertron, babysitting a group of sparklings. For a moment, everyone was happy.

Ratchet sighed, breaking the silence.

"I don't know if i will be able to turn them back, but we should go back to that mine and investigate, we will need some of that formulated energon anyways." he said, turning to face Optimus.

Optimus nodded, thanking Primus that they had found an abundance of formulated energon. He couldn't bear the thought of the humans starving to death, especially not when they were like this.

While Optimus and Ratchet prepared the Groundbridge, Bumblebee examined the sparklings, since none of them had gotten a chance too. The scout knelt down, optics flicking over the sleeping forms. Miko was clearly a Wrecker. She was bigger than the average sparkling, as Wreckers were known to be. Bulkhead would be proud.

He looked at Raf next. Raf was small, very small. Small nubs stuck out from behind him, black with yellow markings reminiscent of Ratchet's. Bumblebee was no expert, but it seemed as though the Autobots would finally have a Seeker!

Finally, there was Jack. Jack was the biggest of the three. Was he a Wrecker like Miko?

Bumblebee peered closer. Jack was... odd. He had clawed hands and feet unlike anything Bumblebee had ever seen. Translucent spikes ran along the young sparklings back, between a pair of what looked like wings...

... What was he?