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Title: On the Nurturing of Sparklings
Author: Den
Main Characters: Cloudburst, Redstar, Perceptor, Showtime, OCs who won't play any part other than passing mentions...
Rating: PG for minor angst mentions.
Warnings: Sparkling cuteness, some slight angst stuff, but nothing too heavy
Note: Hoping to high heaven I don't butcher the personalities of characters that aren't mine!
"You mentioned you had a few 'difficulties' with Showtime when you were raising her...just what kind of difficulties were you talking about?" Cloudburst asked Perceptor, concerned. She and Redstar had been expecting their own sparkling for only a short time now, and they had been seeking the advice of every single parent residing in the Autobot base, Redstar's father included. It was only after stopping by to speak with Wheeljack that Perceptor's name had come up in connection with the sniper, Showtime, that they had even considered going to the scientist for advice.
Perceptor tilted his head, considering Cloudburst's question. "I wouldn't say she was difficult...but she did present her own unique challenges...for example, when I first found her, she was barely old enough to be more than a few feet from an older mech or femme..."
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Perceptor regarded the small form hiding behind Bluetooth's leg. The femme sparkling regarded him with wide, frightened optics. "Primus, she's barely a deca-cycle old...Why was she alone?" Bluetooth shook her head, sadly.
"Crankshaft and I searched the area...no sign of anyone, and we even asked around. Nobody's missing a sparkling...My best hypothesis is that she was abandoned...And aside from myself, you're the only one she's willing to look at..." The orange femme regarded Perceptor with amusement. That amusement grew when the tiny blue femme darted over to the scientist and latched onto his leg tightly. "Awww, she likes you, Perce!"
Perceptor frowned a bit, bending to pick up the femme. "Bluetooth, I don't know the first thing about raising sparklings...perhaps someone else would be..." He trailed off when he noticed that the sparkling had decided to go into recharge against his frame.
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"That was the first hurdle...Showtime was quite shy around the others working at the lab, and aside from Bluetooth and myself, she didn't really interact with the others. I wasn't expecting the other challenges so suddenly, however..."
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Showtime, as she had been named by the others, let out a displeased whine and tried yet again to wriggle away from Perceptor. The scientist, for his part, was trying very hard to get the tiny femme to take even a small amount of energon into her systems. Primus knew she needed it, but the sparkling was refusing the liquid.
After the fifth attempt to get the femme to take in energon was met with said femme turning her head away from the cube, Perceptor sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, especially since he really had no idea what he was doing. He regarded the blue sparkling before him, before setting the cube aside for the time being.
Apparently, Showtime knew this procedure well enough, as she held out her arms to be picked up. Chuckling a bit, the scientist obliged the sparkling. Walking about his quarters, Perceptor tried to figure out just why Showtime was refusing to refuel. Eyeing the sparkling in his arms, he sat down briefly, shifting her so he could look her in the optics.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me why you’re not wanting to refuel?” A soft click and a pat to his faceplates were his only responses. “I didn’t hold much hope in that hypothesis anyway…” Standing again, Perceptor grabbed the cube of energon with his free hand, before taking sparkling and cube into the common room of the laboratory. Thankfully, there were a few others chatting over their own energon, and hardly anyone noticed the pair entering the common room.
“Perceptor! Come join us!” Bluetooth grinned, all but shoving Crankshaft and Highspeed over to make room for the scientist and his sparkling. The mechs grumbled a bit, but obliged, making room for the odd pair. Perceptor nodded his thanks, and shifting Showtime slightly, he sat down at the table with his fellow researchers. He chuckled a bit as Showtime’s head moved back and forth, looking at each adult as they spoke.
“Might any of you have any suggestions for getting her to take in energon? I’ve tried everything I can think of…” That got everyone’s attention, and soon suggestions were flying back and forth, along with arguments. The noise threatened to overtake the common room, at least until Bluetooth noticed Showtime’s actions.
“Hey, Perce? I think Showtime’s wanting something…Perhaps the noise is frightening her…” Perceptor glanced down at the sparkling in his lap, and started to laugh. The femme was trying to reach for the cube of energon she had been refusing earlier. Perceptor grabbed the cube, and held it up to the femme’s lip components, relaxing slightly when she accepted the offered energon.
“It seems as though the noise is encouraging her…”
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Later, after the sparkling had had her fill of energon,
Author: Den
Main Characters: Cloudburst, Redstar, Perceptor, Showtime, OCs who won't play any part other than passing mentions...
Rating: PG for minor angst mentions.
Warnings: Sparkling cuteness, some slight angst stuff, but nothing too heavy
Note: Hoping to high heaven I don't butcher the personalities of characters that aren't mine!
"You mentioned you had a few 'difficulties' with Showtime when you were raising her...just what kind of difficulties were you talking about?" Cloudburst asked Perceptor, concerned. She and Redstar had been expecting their own sparkling for only a short time now, and they had been seeking the advice of every single parent residing in the Autobot base, Redstar's father included. It was only after stopping by to speak with Wheeljack that Perceptor's name had come up in connection with the sniper, Showtime, that they had even considered going to the scientist for advice.
Perceptor tilted his head, considering Cloudburst's question. "I wouldn't say she was difficult...but she did present her own unique challenges...for example, when I first found her, she was barely old enough to be more than a few feet from an older mech or femme..."
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Perceptor regarded the small form hiding behind Bluetooth's leg. The femme sparkling regarded him with wide, frightened optics. "Primus, she's barely a deca-cycle old...Why was she alone?" Bluetooth shook her head, sadly.
"Crankshaft and I searched the area...no sign of anyone, and we even asked around. Nobody's missing a sparkling...My best hypothesis is that she was abandoned...And aside from myself, you're the only one she's willing to look at..." The orange femme regarded Perceptor with amusement. That amusement grew when the tiny blue femme darted over to the scientist and latched onto his leg tightly. "Awww, she likes you, Perce!"
Perceptor frowned a bit, bending to pick up the femme. "Bluetooth, I don't know the first thing about raising sparklings...perhaps someone else would be..." He trailed off when he noticed that the sparkling had decided to go into recharge against his frame.
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"That was the first hurdle...Showtime was quite shy around the others working at the lab, and aside from Bluetooth and myself, she didn't really interact with the others. I wasn't expecting the other challenges so suddenly, however..."
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Showtime, as she had been named by the others, let out a displeased whine and tried yet again to wriggle away from Perceptor. The scientist, for his part, was trying very hard to get the tiny femme to take even a small amount of energon into her systems. Primus knew she needed it, but the sparkling was refusing the liquid.
After the fifth attempt to get the femme to take in energon was met with said femme turning her head away from the cube, Perceptor sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, especially since he really had no idea what he was doing. He regarded the blue sparkling before him, before setting the cube aside for the time being.
Apparently, Showtime knew this procedure well enough, as she held out her arms to be picked up. Chuckling a bit, the scientist obliged the sparkling. Walking about his quarters, Perceptor tried to figure out just why Showtime was refusing to refuel. Eyeing the sparkling in his arms, he sat down briefly, shifting her so he could look her in the optics.
“I don’t suppose you could tell me why you’re not wanting to refuel?” A soft click and a pat to his faceplates were his only responses. “I didn’t hold much hope in that hypothesis anyway…” Standing again, Perceptor grabbed the cube of energon with his free hand, before taking sparkling and cube into the common room of the laboratory. Thankfully, there were a few others chatting over their own energon, and hardly anyone noticed the pair entering the common room.
“Perceptor! Come join us!” Bluetooth grinned, all but shoving Crankshaft and Highspeed over to make room for the scientist and his sparkling. The mechs grumbled a bit, but obliged, making room for the odd pair. Perceptor nodded his thanks, and shifting Showtime slightly, he sat down at the table with his fellow researchers. He chuckled a bit as Showtime’s head moved back and forth, looking at each adult as they spoke.
“Might any of you have any suggestions for getting her to take in energon? I’ve tried everything I can think of…” That got everyone’s attention, and soon suggestions were flying back and forth, along with arguments. The noise threatened to overtake the common room, at least until Bluetooth noticed Showtime’s actions.
“Hey, Perce? I think Showtime’s wanting something…Perhaps the noise is frightening her…” Perceptor glanced down at the sparkling in his lap, and started to laugh. The femme was trying to reach for the cube of energon she had been refusing earlier. Perceptor grabbed the cube, and held it up to the femme’s lip components, relaxing slightly when she accepted the offered energon.
“It seems as though the noise is encouraging her…”
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Later, after the sparkling had had her fill of energon,
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