Chapter 1

It was a dark and cold night on Cybertron. All was either in their berths or patrolling their bases. No one was out on the battle field except for a lone figure that stood alone out in the open with no weapons or soldiers with him.

All he had with him was his mighty hammer. He stood there looking out into the night.

Suddenly a figure off in the distance could be seen walking in his direction. The lone bot didn't tense or prepare for an attack. He just stood there and waited till the other had finally reached him. The first bot looked the new comer over and could see was holding something gently but protectively close to him.

He looked back up and met the other bots gaze. They stared at one another for a few seconds before the new comer looked down at his arms and slowly moved them some so they could reveal the small, fragile, and yellow form of a sparkling recharging in his arms. The sparkling looked like to be a winglet and was so small compared to the adult bot that he would fit in the palm of the bots hand.

The new comer stared down at the sparkling with great love and affection but then offlined his optics and looked away from the small form and struggled to hold back a whimper that almost past his lips. He looked back with sad and grieving optics before he stepped closer to the first bot and offered him the sparkling.

The other bot took the sparkling, holding him with just as much care as the first one and held him close and looked to the other as he watched him stroke the sparkling's helm and rub his cheek plate with the tip of his finger before stepping back.

The two bats looked at each other again.

"Please…take good care of him."

"I will as if he were my own."

The second bot nodded and turned to leave but stopped and looked back.

"And please don't…don't tell him of who or where he came from and please rename him, I don't want to learn of his death because of it."

The first bot bowed his head in respect.

"I shall do was you ask Megatron." The bot said and then turned and started on his long walk back to the Autobot base.

Megatron gave a half smirk.

"Thank you again Ultra Maximums." Megatron said softly and then turned and headed back the way he came.

Megatron onlined his optics and looked around and found himself in his private quarters back on the planet called Earth.

Megatron slowly sat up from his berth and held his head in his hands. That dream no memory continuously haunted him the day he had done the most spark breaking thing he had ever done. He sat up and reached into his sub-space and pulled out a small black blanket with yellow stripes on its corners.

Megatron fingered the soft fabric between his fingers.

"YellowJacket." Megatron whispered and pulled the blanket close and held it close to his chest.

"I prey to primus you are still online and functioning." Megatron whispered.