Life of a Quintesson

Part 20.

"Nex I can explain!" Undertaker pleads.

"Please do!" I shouted.

"It was an accident! The refill port was nearly empty and I went to fill it, but I grabbed the crate of that 5-78 by mistake and dumped in only a little bit! I quickly realized the mistake and filled the rest with energon!" The younger mech said.

This only made me angrier.

"You're the FIRST individual other than my master that I came to trust, and now to hear that you tampered with my LIFES WORK?!"

"Nex, I'm sorry! B-But she's alive!"

"Sooner than she should be, do you have ANY idea what I've gone through to keep her safe?!"

Suddenly we heard sniffling, Undertaker and I turn to see Springlock looking at us. Her ears were down and her optics were filled with oily tears, she turned and started to run out of the room only to stumble and get back up.

"Springlock!"

We ran out after her as she was running and stumbling towards the staircase. Our shouting must've frightened her, something I hadn't even considered. I had let my anger at Undertakers blunder get the better of me and shouted in front of her. Although I was still furious, she came first. The Predacon was about to run upstairs when I picked her up from behind, she was whining and squirming violently.

"Springlock, it's okay! It's okay." I assured her.

She turned and looked at Undertaker and I, tears still streaming down her cheeks. I turned my sparkling toward me into a tight embrace and shushed her gently, patting her back as she cried into my neck cabling. I turned to the younger mech and sighed.

"I know you didn't mean to, but I'm still angry with you."

"I know...I'll just go."

He turned to walk to the exit, but I stopped him.

"Now where do you think you're going?" I question.

"You still want me around..?" He asks.

I nod.

"Of course. Yes, you may have accidentally awoken my creation early by mistake, but you have a good spark and have been through enough shit. Besides, I think she's taken a liking to you."

Looking down at the sniffling Predacon in my arms, she seemed to have at the very least stopped sniffling. Her ears were still down and tears were flowing, but they had slowed and she looked at Undertaker. The sparkling reached out for him with an "eh eh" sound, she wanted to see him. The young mech smiled and gave her many pats on the helm, making her purr.

"Never have I ever pictured myself petting a Predacon of all things, thank you Nex. Really."

"You are welcome, but you are not off the hook. Next time she gets dirty, YOU are the one to give her a bath."

He sighed, "That's the least I could do, I'll do it. How hard could it be?"

I chuckled mischievously as I carried the Predacon upstairs. He has NO idea what he is in for.

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A few solar cycles after the incident have been unkind to Undertaker. Springlock managed to get into one of the energon cubes while we weren't looking and was covered in liquid energon, the sneaky little femme she was. Undertaker had gone to give her a bath, only to experience the same exact troubles I had. Her trying to play with or bite the polisher, the splashing of oil all over him and the walls, she even succeeded in getting out of the bath and starting to run around the washroom. Needless to say, he had a large mess to clean up afterwards.