This is a short story about Brian.
Brian has life served to him on a cracked plate and rusty fork. He doesn't like it but beggars can't choose. After attempting to steal a car, Brian realises how grateful he should be with what he has.
Y/D is the last of the original predacons, but no one knows it because he learned to transform. He's remained in hiding ever since the Great Cataclysm, until one day he encounters the Decepticon scientist laying wounded and alone. This ancient being will learn the meaning of logical attatchment.
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This was requested by someone so I'm gonna try it while my brain recovers from the lock it has on my other fic.