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In truth, the little nameless seekerlet was more startled by her surprise energon bath than anything else. Her shock was compounded by the hunger she still felt, and that it had been a very, very long time since she’d had proper fuel in her little tanks, not to mention the fear that she would be scolded for her clumsiness. Lacking any other adequate coping mechanism - or an understanding that spilling an energon cube on herself was not, in fact, the end of the universe - it was only natural for a child to tear up in distress.
Before the little thing could even start whimpering, however, her rescuer-captor-new-friend was already soothing her. “You’re n-not angry?” She asked, her voice wobbly and unsure, as if she didn’t quite believe him. “B-but - I spilled it!” Why wouldn’t he be angry with her?
To her astonishment and relief, he was not. Instead, Ratchet was carefully wiping away the mess she’d made with a cloth, and even offering her more energon! Slowly, the seekerlet began to calm again. “Yes, please!” She mumbled. This time around, with Ratchet holding the cube (and the seekerlet holding his wrist), the little thing had much better luck - and drank greedily, eagerly gulping down as much energon as she could, as if her half-starved frame was trying desperately to make up for lost time. It was a cube of respectable size for someone as small as herself, but the seekerlet eventually downed the entire thing.
When she was done, she warbled in the contentment of having fuel tanks filled to the brim, and leaned in to his touch. “It didn’t even have any crunchy bits in it! I thought energon was supposed t’have crunchy bits in it?”
The little femme had been quite concerned that Ratchet would be angry with her for spilling the Energon. Which it had been a concern of his that some precious fuel had been lost, they had plenty still. Wheeljack was making sure of that. The femme was still young, and considering she had been underfueled for so long, it was only natural that she had spilled it in her weakened state.
"It was just an accident.. and it isn't like we don't have more Energon around."
He cleaned her up, offering her the extra Energon, but he was going to make sure that he held it this time. There was no need for a second mess today, plus there was no telling how distraught the child would be if there was another accident with the fuel.
Together, the little femme drank up and was finally filled to the brim with Energon for what must have been the first time in a long, long while. It shocked the CMO that she'd gone so long and was still reasonably healthy without a proper fueling.. He was going to make sure that she was given the fuel she needed for someone her age.
..Especially after her next statement.
"You.. what..?" Crunchy bits? Refined Energon wasn't supposed to have 'crunchy bits' in it. Had she.. been consuming raw Energon as a last resort?! "No.. No. It's not supposed to have 'crunchy bits' in it. It's always supposed to be as smooth as what I gave you. Some are more potent than others, yes, but even still.." Ratchet sighed, feeling more and more for the little seekerlet as he got to know her story. And yet, there was still one thing that he didn't know about her. "I never did ask, but.. what's your name, little one? You already know that mine is Ratchet."
The nameless seekerlet, of course, had no idea how close she had been to starvation, oblivious to how dire her previous situation truly had been. It would be a long time until the signs of malnourishment were banished by access to enough proper fuel to sustain her growing protoform, but already her optics glowed a little brighter, and her EM field was stronger.
“Oh,” she said, her face slightly mystified at imagining that crunchy bits were not, in fact, supposed to be there, and more than a little awed that there was more of it. “So… crunchy isn’t good?”
Unconsciously, she leaned even closer, her EM field instinctively reaching out for comfort. he wasn’t her creator, but- well, if he was willing to share precious energon with her, and wasn’t angry at her for spilling, he couldn’t be all that bad at all. She made a musical chirpy sound, a high pitched and happy little warble in her contentment. It was clear that whatever misgivings she’d had before of him had evaporated.
Her big crimson optics blinked sleepily up at him at Ratchet’s question. “I don’t have one,” she replied, as if this was the most normal thing in the universe. “My creator says when I’m big, I get to pick my name, ‘cause that’s what we do.” Such was the practice of many warrior-type cybertronians, especially heavy seekers. A warrior named themselves, after all, and the little seekerlet was expected to grow up big and strong in order to serve, like her parents before her. “Didn’t you pick your name?”
Ratchet shook his helm, looking to the femme. Of course the 'crunchy Energon' as she put it wasn't good. It's what you wanted to use at an absolute last resort, but even then it wasn't good for you. Raw Energon was dangerous, and could be harmful if not handled with care. Once it was processed, then it was much safer.
Well.. aside from the combustible part.
"No. You don't want to have the crunchy Energon unless you have no other choice. I'm not sure how things were for you and your creator, but.. it must have been desperate if that's what he was giving to you. Here? You'll have plenty of processed Energon." Plenty.. That's just what he had to keep telling himself.
The lack of name had certainly caught him off guard. The poor seekerlet didn't have a designation at all, but that was going to change.. soon anyway. The Autobot medic was going to make sure that she had a name for herself, and it was something that she liked. Thought, it had seemed that her creator had wanted the same for her as well. "If that's the case.. I'll honor his wishes in letting you pick your name, but it doesn't have to be when you're big. You can do it any time you want to."
Explaining how he had received his name was.. a little harder. He wasn't created the same way that she was, but had come straight from the Well of Allsparks itself like many other Autobots and even Decepticons. "I.. don't recall. It was so long ago. I guess when I came into being, I just knew that I was 'Ratchet'. It happens with some bots, but others choose their names as they go.. or even change their names."
The little thing wasn’t quite sure what to make of Ratchet’s comment. Of course, being so young, she never really understood how serious a situation she and her Creator had been in, and how close they had both come to starvation; all she had known was that her Creator had worried, and had tried harder and harder to steal what little they could, but her tanks had never really been full. The promise of more energon was the thing that made her perk up most in hope - Ratchet must have stolen a lot of energon if he could afford to share it with her!
(It never occurred to her, of course, that energon came from any source other than stealing.)
“I don’t have to be big to pick a name?” The seekerlet was awed and mystified at this new revelation, for she’d never thought that name-picking could occur before she got big and strong. With this newfound knowledge, her spark raced in excitement and her processor mulled over the wealth of possibilities. Picking a name was an important task, her Creator had told her, as it defined who you were and showed the universe that you were owned by no one else.
Just as quickly as it came, her excitement slipped away as she began to realize the intimidating weight of the task ahead. That prickle of anxiety was enough to make her innate sparkling desire for comfort and tactile contact to surface. Without even realizing it, the little thing began scooting closer, reaching out instinctively with her EM field to Ratchet in a wordless ‘Pick me up!’ request of a sparkling in need of comfort. “... How do you know what your name is? What if… what if you never know?”
The poor little femme certainly seemed troubled by the thought of coming up with a name for herself, but at the same time she was amazed that she didn't have to wait until she was much older to pick it. It was far easier that way, and you didn't have to run into that awkward moment of 'which sparkling are we talking about again?' when elder mechs and femmes spoke about a group of little ones.
"You can pick your name any time you like. It makes conversation much easier, and I don't want to just keep referring to you as 'the sparkling' or 'you' all the time."
Ratchet watched as the little one began to scoot closer, not even realizing that she was doing it subconsciously, and picking her up at request from her EM Field. He began to slowly extend his, letting it brush against the seekerlet's with all of the calmness that he wanted to instill upon her. The more she dwelt on the whole thing in regards to what her name could be.
"You don't have to worry. It will come to you one day. Maybe not today or tomorrow.. but I know that it will. Names come to bots more easily than some, but that's perfectly alright. Some of us just know what we'll be called, others.. pick their name based on things they see or things that inspire them. Take Megatron for example. His name was based on one of the thirteen Primes, Megatronus to be exact." Carefully Ratchet bounced the femme in his arms, smiling down at her. "I tell you what.. why don't we go outside? We can just sit at the top of the base and look at the stars and the moon if you'd like."
The little seekerlet warbled in delight as Ratchet scooped her up with gentle hands, and she immediately pressed into the touch like a kitten starved for attention … and at her age, perhaps she was. Sparklings needed the loving touch of their caretakers, after all, and it was all too obvious just how eager she was to snuggle against Ratchet’s plating. Though she did not realize it, the calm in his EM field began to leach into her own, and she basked in the sense of safety and security he provided.
The Thirteen Primes? Megatronus? She didn’t know what or who these were. The seekerlet didn’t have much time to ponder it before she was being bounced in her rescuer’s arms. She squealed happily, holding tight to the kibble on his chest. “Outside?” She asked, her little wings perking up hopefully. All her life she had lived in the confines of a tiny shuttle, and while she’d certainly peered out at the universe from the tiny little porthole next to her bunk, she’d never been Outside. Technically, of course, she had been outside the shuttle for several days now, but she’d not quite figured that out yet. She looked around, her crimson optics wide with curiosity. “Where’s outside? What’s the moon? How do we get there?”
Her eagerness was certainly a resounding ‘yes’ to the prospect of adventure. The little seekerlet snuggled close again, beaming happily up at him in expectation.
Ratchet smiled as the little sparkling pressed into him, holding her close to give her not only the attention that she needed but also to help make her feel safe. It was all right there in his EM field, and it seemed to be doing her some good as well. He hated seeing her so sad and frightened, and the medic wanted to do everything he could to help.. even if he couldn't fully ease the pain of losing a creator.
"Yes. Outside." The more the femme spoke, it almost sounded like she'd never even been outside before this experience. Had the poor thing been stuck in that ship for the entirety of her life? That was such a pity, especially when seekers young and old both needed to get out so that they could 'stretch their wings' as humans might say. "Ease now. All of your questions will be answered in due time, I promise. But to answer how we get there.. all we need to do is take the elevator just outside of the medical bay."
Bouncing the little seekerlet once more, Ratchet carried her out of the medical bay and towards the elevator. It was exhilarating to see the sparkling snuggle up to him, seeming so comfortable and content at that very moment. It meant he was doing his job correctly, and he was easing the pain in a way only he could. Once he had stepped onto the elevator, it began to move upwards at a slow pace. The little one would be able to see the inside walls of the bunker from here as they moved upwards, and eventually they reached the surface.
The stars and moon shone brightly above them, Ratchet shifting one of his arms so that he could hold the child with a single servo. "See that," he began as he pointed a digit to the sky. "This is the outside world. And that big bright ball in the sky? That's the moon."
The seekerlet wiggled in Ratchet’s arms, looking chastised for her inquisitiveness only so long as it took for the next question to cross her curious little mind. “What’s an ‘elevator’? What’s a ‘medical bay’?” She asked, looking around eagerly at their surroundings as if the answers might pop out to say hello to her.
Bounced along in his arms, the little thing let out more gleeful warbles and clung tighter to his frame as he stepped up onto a strange elevated platform. Her warble turned to an excited squeal as they began to move. Up, up, up they went through the walls of stone, and it was clear the nameless sparkling was thrilled with this new discovery of upwards motion and will her newfound bird’s eye view of the bunker.
She wondered if this was flying. She wondered if she could do it again.
Nothing prepared her for what was above, and as the silo’s roof parted a silvery light fell across her awe-struck face. It was the outside world, with an endless night sky that stretched out in all directions, sprinkled with pinpricks of light. She craned her head eagerly to take it all in, her mouth agape. Hanging in the sky above them was something far larger than a star, but it was just as bright.
“The moon,” she whispered, and it was obvious the little thing was instantly enraptured by its beauty. “Moon,” she said again with a reverent sigh, as if she were testing the sound on her glossa, and a tiny hand came up to reach for it, as if she thought she could touch that silvery ball of light. “It’s so… It’s so pretty…!”
Ratchet could only chuckle at the little sparkling's curiosity. "I'll do my best to answer your questions. The Medical Bay is where injured or sick mechs and femmes go so that medics like me can make them feel better. Sort of like I did for you. As for the elevator.. it's a platform that takes you up and down to different parts of where you are. They can only go so far, for example this one can only take us to the roof." He tried to keep his answers as simple as he could, but she would really need to see the elevator in order to get a better idea of what it could do.
And she did once the went up the elevator.
The elder mech simply smiled at the seekerlet's reaction to the night sky, sitting down as he pointed out various celestial beings in the sky for her. "It most certainly is, isn't it? They say you can see most of the planets in this solar system as well. I'm.. not quite sure where they all are, but I do know that bright one not too far from the moon is called Venus." Ratchet paused for a moment, staring at the sky.
"I.. actually don't know which one is Cybertron. Our home planet."
Though the little seekerlet tried to pay attention as Ratchet pointed up to the night sky and told her the names of many stars within sight, it was quickly apparent by the way her wide optics slid back to the bright white disc in the sky that the moon was the only thing she was really interested. “Moon,” she whispered again, captivated, letting the word roll off her glossa yet again.
Moon. The word stirred something in her spark, something important, but she did not quite know yet what that something was nor did she have the words to articulate what she was feeling… Well, she supposed it was a little like being confused and then being not confused, but there was still something missing. A pouting frown crossed her face as she pondered over it. Moon what?
The nameless seekerlet was shaken from her rather serious thoughts by a familiar word. “Cybertron?” The word has made her papa sad, and angry, and she never knew why. She had never seen it much less step foot on it, as she had been sparked in that tiny little shuttle she’d arrived on Earth in. “What is… home?” Given that she had spent her entire life thus far cooped up in a tiny shuttle with no real chances to see the universe beyond the bulkheads, it was unsurprising she did not really have much of an understanding of the concept. “Do I have a home?”
Not only had the large celestial object in the sky above captivated the little one, but it sounded like it's name had as well. Ratchet listened as she repeated 'moon', smiling at her. Maybe that could be part of her name? She would still need more to it, but it was definitely a start. Ratchet continued to look up at the sky as the sparkling thought to herself in wonder.
However.. he frowned. The poor child didn't even know what 'home' was.
"Of course you have a home. Home is.." Ratchet stopped for a moment, thinking how to word this well enough for a little one like the seekerlet to understand. "Home is a couple of things. It can be considered where you live.. whether it's on a planet or on a ship.. but more than that? Home is where your family and friends are. No matter where you are, as long as you have them? You're always home."
The thought brought a gentle smile to the medic's face. Wheeljack had been the one to make him realize that simple fact.
"And this..? This is your home now. If you would like for it to be, of course." The femme didn't have anywhere else to go, and Ratchet was prepared to take good care of her if it came to that.
The little seekerlet pondered this new piece of information, turning it over in her processor. “Home is where your family is… Does that make the shuttle with my papa home?” Her voice then went very quiet as she remembered explosions and pain and loss, and her wonderous mood promptly evaporated. “My home went boom,” She mumbled sadly, her wings drooping down.
Did this mean she had no home now? Her lip quivered. She had… nothing, really. That thought made her very, very sad.
Ratchet’s next words, however, certainly made her perk right back up again, wings and all. “If… if this is my home now, does this make you my... papa?” It was an absolutely wonderful thought and she practically vibrated in his arms with excitement.
Ratchet winced at the seekerlet's words. Even at her young age, she was able to grasp the meaning of home, and associate it right back to where the medic had found her. He hadn't intended on making her sad all over again, but if nothing else it had been a definite improvement to her mood from earlier. Ratchet instinctively pulled her closer, offering the sparkling comfort in the form of a not-so-warm hug.
"Well, I.." Would that make him her papa.. Not once had Ratchet even thought about that when he'd rescued the poor child from the exploding ship. She didn't have anywhere else to go, and who else was going to take care of her? Right now the medic was the only one the little femme felt comfortable around, and would likely shy away from anyone else at the base until she got to know them and know they wouldn't harm her.
It was at that moment that he realized what his only option was, and it was one he willingly made.
"Yes. I can be your papa now if that's what you'd like. I'll take care of you and keep you safe. I'll make sure you never have to go hungry again, and that you are always loved."
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