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Exhaustion weighed heavy over the Autobot base. The team had fought battles, faced off against Decepticons, and endured near-impossible odds—but nothing had tested their patience and endurance quite like this.

A lost sparkling.

A very loud, very fussy, endlessly crying sparkling.

No matter what they tried—Ratchet’s medical expertise, Bumblebee’s playful attempts, Bulkhead’s gentle rocking, even Optimus’ calming presence—nothing worked. The tiny Cybertronian wailed through recharge cycles, shrieked through energon breaks, and sobbed at the mere sight of anyone who wasn’t its creator. The team was on the brink of a breakdown.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the base doors slid open. You stepped inside, fresh off a grueling week-long mission, optics dull with exhaustion. Before you even had time to process what was happening, the sparkling’s cries came to a sudden, eerie stop.

Silence.

The entire team froze, optics snapping to the tiny bundle. The sparkling blinked its bright optics at you, face still damp with fresh tears. Then, to everyone’s utter disbelief, it reached for you—tiny servos outstretched, trembling with desperate need.

Ratchet nearly dropped his datapad. Bumblebee’s jaw fell open. Bulkhead looked ready to pass out from sheer relief.

“…Are you kidding me?” Arcee muttered under her breath.

The sparkling cooed, wiggling its little hands, optics locked on you with unshakable focus. There was no mistaking it—after a week of absolute chaos, this tiny, fussy, impossible little thing had chosen you.