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Author's Note: Okay guys, I'll be compeltely honest and say I have no idea where this fic is going. However, since Odd Occurence got some lovely feedback and the plot bunnies sprouted from said feedback we have the next installment here. It'll be a surprise for everyone (including myself) where it's going to go and how it's going to end...if it even does end...Enjoy!

An Odd Occurrence: A Child of Both Worlds

Starscream surveyed the damage with an analytical optic. Colorless Autobot frames littered the ground. A huge crack broke the Autobot insignia on the side of the small military outpost in half. Starscream thought it poetic.

Starscream's wingmates, Skywarp and Thundercracker, were double checking the military base the Decepticon army just razed. On occasion, the seekers shot a couple of twitching metal carcasses right in the spark. It wasn't a particularly important Autobot base, and it had been easy to take down. Starscream felt it really was a waste of resources in the end.

Starscream entered the base just as other Decepticons touched down just outside the perimeter. They would set up camp while the seekers searched through the wreckage. Starscream grumbled to himself about "clean up duty meant for grunts."

Thundercracker overheard him and chuckled. "At least we're not setting up camp. Think positive." They entered the command center together. Skywarp split from them to go check the hallways.

Starscream gazed around at the nearly empty room. Nearly, except for one deactivated golden mech sprawled out on the floor next to a command console. The horns atop the mech's head were a little odd. Starscream walked over, curious as to what function the horns could possibly serve. He noted the golden color, as well. "Still alive." He hit the mech's helm dead center. With a smirk, Starscream said, "But not anymore."

As the corpse turned grey, Thundercracker walked forward. "Odd. Why is he under the command console?"

Tap, tap, whine.

Starscream froze. "What the frag?" He bent down to listen again.

Tap, tap, whine, whine! Whimper!

Starscream tilted his head. "Strange."

Thundercracker walked up behind him. "Some kind of rat bot?"

"Shhh!" Starscream waved a hand to quiet his wingmate. "Listen."

Thundercracker and Starscream waited in silence.

WHINE! CLICK! WARBLE!

Starscream gasped. "It can't be!" He moved the dead mech out of the way. He scrambled underneath the console. His optics found a small door, one usually used for maintenance purposes. He opened the small latch.

A small, yellow spakling tumbled head over heels out into the seeker's hands.

Starscream smirked down at him. "Well, hello there."

The little sparkling whimpered, and then scrambled to get back inside the console.

"No, no!" Starscream took him by his back collar scruff bar, "You come back here!" He dragged himself and the child out into the open.

Immediately, the sparkling tried to curl in on itself. Starscream held it out at arms length as he stood up. He'd never had the displeasure of holding a sparkling, so he just hoped the bar would hold so he wouldn't have to actually touch it.

Thundercracker just stared at it. "Where the slag did he come from?"

"Language!" Starscream snapped. "And get a thermal blanket."

"Are you serious?" Thundercracker glared at his leader. "Do you really think we've got the time or energy to be wasting on a-?"

Starscream punched his comrade in the shoulder with his free arm. "I'm not an idiot!" He held the sparkling out for inspection. "But I don't exactly feel like being a sparkling killer, thank you very much."

Thundercracker stared at the little tyke. His two little horns atop his head, with his tiny little servos and pedes. The bots big, wide optics were so full of hope and fear. The little yellow thing let out the tiniest of whimpers.

Thundercracker sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I get your point." He looked around. "Well, I'll see what I can scrounge up." He walked away, scanning the floor for anything useful.

Starscream nodded. He resumed focusing on the problem at hand. Staring at the sparkling curiously, Starscream asked, "How do you hold one of these things anyway?"

The little sparkling chirped at him.

"Well you're no help." Starscream told him. He started walking towards the temporary head quarters set just outside the perimeter.

Megatron didn't notice the sparkling at first. The leader had been talking to Soundwave when he noted the presence of Starscream behind him. He waited for an attack, as his oh, so loyal SIC was bound to do, but was surprised when no attack came.

He turned around, and saw the sparkling dangling in Starscream's hand, "What the frag is that?"

"Language!" Starscream snapped, "And it's obviously a sparkling, you dolt."

"Get rid of it." And with that, Megatron turned around to dismiss him.

"And just how exactly should I do that?" Starscream asked. "Anyone that could've been bothered to take the thing have cleared out."

Megatron whirled around on his SIC, "I don't care! Put it in a trash heap. Leave it in a ditch. I don't care!"

The sparkling whimpered and curled up again. Starscream put the little one on his hip joint for a better hold. The sparkling responded well to the change and curled into Starscream's side, hiding his face from the Decepticon Overlord.

Starscream glared at his commander. "You're such a caring leader, Lord Megatron."

The Silver Tyrant clenched his fists and gritted his denta. "Starscream, my patience is wearing thin today. Just get rid of it!"

"Fine." Starscream turned on his heel. "I will return in five vorns."

"Five vorns!" Megatron about bust a gasket, "Are you malfunctioning?"

"No, I'm getting rid of the sparkling." Starscream saw Thundercracker walking up with some cloth. He walked over to meet the other seeker halfway.

"It's not a thermal blanket, but it works." Thundercracker held out a drab, grey cloth that looked like it was probably once used for repairs.

Starscream curled his lip-plates. "Well, it'll have to do." He wrapped up the sparkling carefully. The little one giggled as Starscream tickled his pedes. Starscream smiled down at him. "Adorable. Now, hold still." He put the sparkling into his cockpit, making sure the buckles were on right before closing the glass. "I'll be back in about two vorns. Hold down the fort."

Thundercracker looked over at a fuming Megatron. "I could've sworn you said five."

"Let him sweat for a bit while I'm gone." Starscream smirked. "After all, what could he possibly hope to accomplish without me?"

Thundercracker shook his head. "Starscream, you're as arrogant as you are brilliant."

"Thanks! But I already knew that!" He leaped into the air and transformed. "See ya!" Igniting his thrusters, he shot off towards the only place he knew were good caretakers, possibly even some femmes were looking to adopt:

Autobot Headquarters.

At sun set, Starscream touched down just outside the perimeter. Using the shadows of the twilight hour, he slunk his way to a side door that he knew was low on security. He brought the sleeping bundle out from his cockpit. The little sparkling protested lightly in his recharge.

"Shhh!" Starscream said, "You'll get me into trouble!" He sighed. "Well, here goes."

He hopped over to the door. Placing the sparkling at the door's entrance, he immediately tripped the alarm sensors. Surprised, Starscream then ran like the Pit was behind him, jumped up, and transformed out of there.

The side door slid open, revealing a very grouchy Ironhide. "How many times have I told you twins to knock it off with the-huh?" He glanced down to see a squalling sparkling, scared by all the commotion.

Freaking out, Ironhide called behind him, "Somebody quick! Help!"

Immediately, Ratchet was at his side. "What? What's wrong?"

Ironhide pointed. "It's a-! I don't know where it came from!"

Ratchet shoved him aside to look. "Oh." He gently picked up the sparkling in distress. "It's alright. Hey, it's okay." He rocked the sparkling back and forth. "He must have been left here."

"How the Pit-?"

"Language!" Ratchet snapped. "Go get Prime."

Ironhide ran away to do just that. Ratchet calmly turned off the alarms. He stepped outside to look around, but of course there wasn't a bot in sight. Ratchet smiled down at the sparkling, still whimpering and clicking in fear. "Shhh, it's alright. You're safe." Ratchet noted the dirty cloth being used as a blanket. "Let's get you cleaned up." Ratchet closed and locked the side door. Alarm systems came back online.

Red Alert pinged him on his comm. "Everything alright down there?"

Ratchet bounced the sparkling in his arms as he headed for med-bay. "Everything's fine, Red. We've got a little visitor, that's all."

"I can see on the security feed. Cute little guy. Still, a scan or two would set my spark at ease."

The sparkling settled down into Ratchet's arms, appearing to feel calmer. "Already did a preliminary scan. He's clean."

"Well, then, what now?"

Ratchet shrugged. "I'll talk to Prime and then we'll see." He cut off the comm. Gently, he took the sparkling out of the dirty, old cloth. "Don't suppose you can talk yet?"

The sparkling stared at him. He cooed at him in a sort of questioning tone. Ratchet sighed. "Nope. No luck there."

Ratchet turned at the sound of the med-bay doors opening. Optimus Prime walked over to his long time friend. "You called for me, Ratchet?" The medic pointed to the little golden sparkling sitting on the medical berth.

Optimus stared at the sparkling for a good few klicks. "It's a sparkling."

"Yes, Optimus, it is." Ratchet said, as if he were talking to an idiot. "He was left at the side door."

Optimus seemed a little lost. "Well, I suppose we should find someone to take care of him."

"Very good." Ratchet turned on the again comm for Red Alert. The security mech would know about possible families looking to adopt. "I'm sure we'll find someone soon."

Except they didn't. Everyone became involved in the civil war. Mechs and femmes were unable to provide for themselves, much less have one more frame to enrergize. And so, the sparkling's temporary quarters in Elita-1 and Optimus Prime's room became a more semi-permanent place of residence after about two mega-cycles.

Elita-1 had fallen in love with the sparkling at first sight. The other femmes fawned over him as if he were their own. Eventually, Elita-1 informed Optimus one day the sparkling's name was Bumblebee.

Optimus approved of the name and of the little spark of joy. Optimus at first thought the sparkling deserved a better home environment than the one he and his bond mate could provide, but they were making it work. It helped that the entire base pitched in to give them some help. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe surprised everyone with their enthusiasm for watching over Bee. Then, the twins even started teaching "their little Bee" how to walk.

The walking got Bumblebee into trouble. The Decepticon kind of trouble, no less.

One day, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took Bee outside for some fun and games. Bumblebee was mastering walking at this point, but still trying to figure out the concept of running. It would be a little while longer before he could transform, and until then he wasn't allowed out of his caretaker's sight. Unfortunately on this day, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were a little distracted.

Sideswipe growled, "I'm telling you, the femme's eyes were all over me, aft-fumes!"

Sunstreaker growled back, "And I'm telling you there's no slagging way a femme like that could fall for a tin-head like you!"

Sideswipe tackled his brother. The two brawled, rolling around like two toddlers. Bumblebee giggled at their antics.

Suddenly, he saw something glinting off to his left. It was just outside the safety fence. Bumblebee turned to look at his sitters, but Sideswipe was biting Sunstreaker's audio receptor. They were too busy, so Bee decided to investigate for himself.

Bee easily climbed over the fence. He loved to get up to high places. It scared his family when he did that, but it was fun to watch them all panic. When Bee finally set his pedes on the other side, the twins were still rough housing, kicking up dirt all around them.

Bee just shrugged and continued on to the shining thing. It was inside the "dark place," as Optimus called it, which was Cybertron's version of a forest. Tall structures of bio-metal that were as old as the planet itself rose high, high, high above the little mech's head.

Bee was not afraid. After all, Optimus wouldn't be afraid, and he was growing up to be just like him. His tiny pedes took him forward, into the abyss, one flickering light guiding him to his destination.

What Bee didn't know was that in the forest Thundercracker and Soundwave were on a routine espionage gig. Thundercracker twirled his pistol around his fore-digit, bored out of his mind. The pistol was the flickering light, getting hit by the sun's rays every time it came up.

Soundwave was listening in on transmissions, trying to decode some of the top priority signals. However, no luck as of yet, but Soundwave was not deterred. Sometimes he had to wait a full cycle before he could actually catch something to report. He was nothing if not patient.

But the damn gun slinging was wearing on his last micro-chip.

"Thundercracker: desist."

"Soundwave: Frag off." Thundercracker had no patience. He desperately hoped that Megatron wouldn't leave them here for too much longer.

"Hm?" Thundercracker's battle system picked up an energy signal. "Interesting."

Soundwave had picked it up, too. "Analysis: small life form. Conclusion: Nothing important."

"I kind of want to shoot it anyway." Thundercracker stopped twirling his gun. "Be right back."

Bumblebee saw the light suddenly disappear. Confused, he tilted his helm, wondering what could have made it do that. He stood there for a few moments, wondering if maybe he should just turn around when a massive, dark blue form came out of the shadows.

Bee whimpered. "No." He turned to run, but his tiny pedes got twisted, and he fell. Immediately, he started whining.

"Hey now! No crying!" Thundercracker surged forward and scooped up the little one. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you."

The little yellow form shivered in his arms. He pointed to the symbol on Thundercracker's wing. "Bad."

Confused, Thundercracker looked at his wing suspiciously. "Oh, those, right. Yes, technically, I'm the 'bad' guy. You should run from me. But I'm a good guy right now, okay?"

Bee just stared at him, optics shuttering up and down.

Thundercracker sighed. "I'm taking you back home."

When the two arrived at the fence, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were still brawling. Thundercracker simply walked up and put the little tyke over the side. Bee climbed down on his own.

Bee waved shyly. "Bye bad bot."

Thundercracker chuckled as he waved back, "Goodbye to you too, runt." And with that, the Decepticon turned and walked away.

Just as he faded away into the shadows, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe finally called it quits. They looked over at Bee, who was still staring off into the metallic forest. The twins walked over to their charge.

Sunstreaker asked, "Got something on your mind there, little Bee?"

Bee looked up at him, and then gently tugged on Sun's finger near his helm. "I'm 'ungry," he stated, "Can we get en'gon?"

"Yeah sure, come on." Sunstreaker took the little bot's servo in his own.

Thundercracker watched them walk off. The handy little radio he put on the child's back was sure to get their team far more information than hacking ever would. With a triumphant smile, the seeker returned to his post.

Another quick author's note: No, it's not your imagination. I am going through and changing a few things here and there. I've vowed to go through and update all of my fics, and I'm starting with this one. Hopefully, as I update, I'll not only change all of my mistakes (they bother me, so hardcore) but I'll also be adding a few things here and there.