Ratchet was a few hours into the daunting task of trying to find the abandoned sparkling's parents. Springer and his team expressed some thought of adopting the child if its parents didn't want him, but the thought of what Springer had said 7 months ago, 'I hope that kid isn't born, or doesn't survive' rang in his head. Sighing to himself, he looked over to see the sparkling sleeping soundly. Taking a few minutes from staring at his computer screen, he walked over to the little one and took a quick look to see if he needed changing or a feeding.
"You must be one tired little guy," said Ratchet. "You must have had one scary experience with being all alone with no-" He stopped abruptly to hear a soft chime coming from his computer. "There can't be a match yet." Leaving the little one to rest a little longer, he took a look to see who the sparkling belonged to. His spark stopped for a moment as he read who the parents were. It read that the mother was
is not good," thought Ratchet to himself. He was able to find out who the mother is, but the results for the father were still printing out. "Maybe she tried to have this one with another." He continued to tell himself that it would be almost impossible for Springer to be the father, but the estimation for how long the sparkling was in the womb, how old it was, and compared to the day when Springer was attacked and raped by her
he feared that this little one was indeed, Springer's.
As the page finished printing out, Ratchet was very hesitant about picking it up. "What if this child really is his," he thought to himself. "What if he really doesn't want him and just
throws him to the wayside?" As these and many other questions raced through his mind, another printer was turning on and printing something out. This was to see about the sparkling's CNA structure. Putting the thought of if Springer was the father or not, Ratchet walked over to see what secrets the sparkling's CNA held. Looking over the sheet, his optics about bugged out completely from his head. "This can't be right." He spark fell even further knowing he would have to inform the Council about this. But what was worse, how would he tell Springer. Grabbing the other sheet, he read it and found out that the little one belonged to Springer. This is not good.
Springer had just woken up from a good night's rest. He was feeling a lot better and was kind of excited to see if the little sparkling would be claimed by its parents. Stepping out of his room, he was greeted by his team. "Morning guys," spoke Springer. "Everyone sleep well?"
"I slept just fine," said Blurr. "Had a dream that I was back in the Cybertronian races and I won."
"You and your racing dreams," huffed Kup playfully. "Don't you ever dream about anything else?"
"He probably only dreams about that," said Drift, with a little bit of a chuckle.
"Come on guys," said Blurr. "If you were built for speed that would be probably the only thing you would dream about." Everyone had a good chuckle, but were quickly hushed by the ringing of the home's communication system.
"Wonder who would be contacting us this early?" questioned Perceptor. Springer turned on the main screen to see Ratchet.
"Ratchet, what are you doing calling us this early?" asked Kup. Ratchet looked very solemn and looked to be finding the right words.
"I'm calling in regards to the sparkling," stated Ratchet. " I need all of you to come to medical as of right now." Everyone looked at Ratchet, baffled as to why he just would say it right then.
"Come on Ratchet," said Springer. "Just tell us."
"No, not over the communications system. I don't need this getting out and about," expressed Ratchet. "I need all of you here as soon as you can arrive. Please." Everyone was confused as to what Ratchet wanted to tell them, but apparently, this was something that he didn't want anyone else to hear about by eves dropping on the conversation.
"We'll be there as soon as we can," said Kup.
"Thank you," said Ratchet, relieved that they would come. "I'll see you in my office. Shaman will escort you there once you arrive." Ratchet then ended the video feed and Springer and his team headed straight to medical.
Upon arrival, Shaman was waiting for them as told. "Glad you guys could make it," expressed Shaman with a smile.
"Ratchet said you would be waiting for us," spoke Blurr. "So, what's the big secret?"
"Ratchet hasn't told me anything about the secret, but he said that he would explain everything once we are all in his office," explained Shaman.
"Then let's get going," said Springer. "I want to know what all the commotion is about."
"Of course," said Shaman. "Just follow me." Without another word, he led Springer and his team straight to Ratchet's office. "Sir, Springer and his friends are here." Ratchet looked up and saw everyone was accounted for.
"Good," said Ratchet. "Close the door, lock it, and shut the blinds. I don't want anyone to hear this except for us." Shaman did as was asked and turned back to Ratchet, who still sat at his desk.
what's the problem?" asked Springer. "Did the sparkling's parents not want him, or are his parent's offline?" Ratchet had to place his words carefully because this was going to be one very delicate situation.
"Springer, as I told you, I ran some tests on the sparkling's CNA," began Ratchet. "I found three things that I know you will not be pleased about."
"What are you talking about," asked Perceptor. Ratchet sighed.
"Number one, the mother," said Ratchet. "This little one's mother
is Arcee." Silence fell in the room.
that crazy femme, is it's mother?" questioned Drift, trying to comprehend what Ratchet just said. Ratchet could only nod his head.
"The second thing," began Ratchet. "It's father lives here on Cybertron." Shock filled the air in that room as everyone began to wonder who it's father was. Sadly, Springer knew the answer.
"Who's the father then?" questioned Perceptor. Ratchet could only look at Springer, as he could tell what was going through his mind.
you know the answer to that, don't you," said Ratchet. Everyone looked at Springer, wondering if he really did know who the father was.
"Springer, do you know who it's father is?" asked Blurr.
"Yeah," uttered Springer. "I'm it's father
aren't I." Ratchet nodded as even more shock spread through the room.
how is this possible?" asked Kup. "There is no way that this could have
" He then stopped and looked back at Springer. "That mission from 7 months ago. She didn't attack you. She-" Springer nodded.
"Yes she did," he spoke.
"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Drift.
"Do you honestly think this is any easy subject to talk about?" questioned Springer, his anger coming to a boil. "I have a slagging connection to that insane femme, and I bet Primus is laughing at me right now." His anger boiling to a rage, he balled up his fist and punched a hole through the nearest wall. "How can this get any worse than it already is."
"Springer, there is a third part to this," said Ratchet.
part?" questioned Springer. "Please tell me that it's good news."
"That depends on how you look at it," explained Ratchet. "Are you willing the hear it, or do you just want to take some time to gather your thoughts?" Springer gritted his teeth, and desperately wanted to just leave and never return, but that was also the problem. If he did, then he would never know what else Ratchet needed to tell him.
"Go ahead Ratchet," uttered Springer. "If I leave now, I'll never come back, so you might as well. What else do I need to know about the little guy?" Ratchet took a deep breath.
"The third thing is that, that little one, is not a mech," explained Ratchet. "That's a femme. You are the father of the first born Cybertronian femme in existence."