A/N: Part two of A Tiny Surprise requested by ! Hope ya like it! As always, I had to include the Decepticons because why not XDDD
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"Awowo..." (Y/N) warbled, snuggling into her sire's chassis. It has been a few weeks ever since the team picked you up and to be honest, you are the sole reason why the team are constantly having a cardiac arrest.
For both good and bad reasons.
Scene 1: Choosing favourites.
"Princess, is there something you wish to acquire?" Optimus tenderly asked, raising an optic ridge in amusement at your tiny servos pawing his large chassis.
"Sire! Play! Play!" you beamed in delight, giggling brightly at the Prime. Bumblebee came over, optics begging at his leader to let him play with you. Optimus gave the young scout a look before nodding, agreeing to let the mech take over.
:- (Y/N)! Play with brother Bee? -: Bumblebee warbled, addressing himself as the sparkling's brother. You clapped your servos, nodding up and down.
"Play! Play!"
"Primus, she's going to cause me another spark attack." Ratchet sighed, leaning on his computer to look at you. You were sitting on the ground with the kids and Bumblebee. Raf had his laptop on with some music and you were clapping along the rhythm, smile ever present on your face.
"(Y/N)! Come play with the cool brother, that's me by the way!" Smokescreen suddenly appeared behind the small femme and picked her up, spinning her around in the air. You laughed loudly, cheery mood effectively spreading around the whole base.
:- Hey! We aren't done playing with (Y/N)! -: Bumblebee chirped in annoyance. Smokescreen rolled his optics and set you on his hips.
"What can I say? (Y/N) likes me best." The rookie said smugly.
"Actually, the kid likes me more." Wheeljack came around, leaning on the wall. You brightened up at the sight of your cool uncle and fidgeted in Smokescreen's arms, favouring the wrecker.
"Awawo! Wheelkwack! Wheeeljawk!" Your voice was a little wobbly and uneven, but the team didn't mind. You were still growing after all.
"Hello, little wrecker. Ready to have fun with your coolest uncle?" Wheeljack smirked, picking you up. Bulkhead came over, worried at how rough his friend was handling you.
"Easy with her, she's fragile." Bulkhead commented, petting your helm.
"Uncle Buwlk!" You smiled, taking his thick digits and hugged them. Bulkhead blushed, chuckling at your tiny figure.
"Hello kid. Guess I'm her uncle too." Bulkhead said, bopping your snout. That got you to giggle even louder, much to everyone's amusement.
"Man, (Y/N) is just so happy-go-lucky. Damn, all kids are cute." Miko sighed, observing your interactions with the two Wreckers. You got the two fearsome Wreckers all at your command and you didn't even know it.
Arcee strolled over, waving a Cybertronian rattle in front of your face.
"Hey sweetspark! Come play with your aunt Arcee!" the two-wheeler cooed, picking you off from Bulkhead. You gurgled and smiled at her touch, taking her servos and hugging it tightly.
"Yes, she likes me best and that's final."
"On the contrary," Ratchet replied, deciding that he was going to entertain you for today. "-(Y/N) has a special bond with her favourite uncle medic. Isn't that right, little one?" he smiled, kissing your forehelm gently.
"Uncwle Watchet! Uncwle Rawtchet!" you repeated, sticking your cute limbs out, wanting the old medic to carry you instead. Ratchet obliged, taking you over from the pouting Arcee.
"So close with the pronunciation. It's 'Uncle Ratchet', sweetspark."
"Un-Uncle...R-Rawt- Ratchet!" you followed, big (e/c) optics staring up at the intelligent mech.
"Atta girl." He congratulated, opening his subspace to hand you a small Energon candy.
"Tsk." The team scoffed at the medic.
Arcee crossed her arms over her chest, unamused. "Damn it. Didn't she like the rattle?" Arcee asked.
"I made that and yes, she likes it." Ratchet said, bouncing you up and down on his lap. "...but she likes me more." He added, waving the femme off. You stopped laughing and turned around, looking for something.
"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked, gently holding you still.
"(Y/N) wants sire..." you said, starting to get a little worried. The Prime suddenly appeared before you, one knee on the ground as he presented himself to you.
"Your wish is my command. I am here, little sweetspark." He chuckled. Ratchet begrudgingly handed you over to the Prime, seeing how he had lost the support.
"Hey (Y/N), who's your favourite?" Jack smirked, knowing the team were practically on edge with that question. You smiled brightly, showing off your dentas as you hugged Optimus's neck cables.
"Sire!" you declared, beeping in joy.
Loud groans echoed the base, knowing that you were favouring Optimus above everyone else. Optimus said nothing, but his optics told a whole different story as he slowly lifted you up. Walking away, the Prime turned around and gave the team a victory smirk.
"She's mine and I'm her favourite."
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Scene 2: A meeting...with the Decepticons.
"Kid, where's your parental unit?" Megatron sighed, sitting on his throne. You were placed on his lap, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking around you as you fiddled with his sharp claws.
"Pweetty!" you said, clasping both of your small servos on his left servo.
"Yes, I've sharpened it today." Megatron smirked, tapping on your soft cheeks. The silver warlord wanted to scout for Dark Energon when you came by, loitering in his quarters. He didn't feel like getting his hands stained with blood today and decided to let you hang around.
...And probably use you as a leverage against the Autobots.
"What your des-dis- designation?" you fumbled with your words, scrunching up hard to pronounce it. Megatron chuckled, scratching your helm lightly.
"The name's Megatron and you'll do well to remember it, little one." he replied.
"Megwa- Megwa- Maggy!" you giggled, pouncing onto his faceplate and hugged him. Megatron sputtered, blushing wildly at your horrible pronunciation.
"It's Megatron! M-E-G-A-T-R-O-N!" he repeated, emphasizing on every letter.
"Mewa-Mege- Megatwon...?"
"Close enough."
"Megsy?"
"No."
"Megatwon...Megatwon!" you repeated, making yourself remember the silver mech's name. The warmonger raised an optic ridge in amusement, taking a liking at you.
"Mega- Tron." He said. You scrunched your face up hard again, trying your very best to spell it right.
"Me-Mega-Megatron!" you beamed in delight as you finally got it right. Megatron could not help but to smile along, proud of your tiny achievement.
"Sir!" A Vehicon saluted, standing before his master.
"What is it now?" Megatron groaned, not wanting to be disturb. He was having fun with you, Primus damn it.
"Apologies on the sudden intrusion sir, but it seems that the Autobots are calling...and they aren't happy." The soldier replied. Soundwave came in along with Knockout and Dreadwing.
"Megatron! I know you can hear us! Return (Y/N) to us, for frag's sake!" Ratchet's voice echoed the hollow ship. You innocently turned your helm to the sound of your favourite medic's voice, brightening up.
"Rawtchy!" you giggled, still clinging onto Megatron's neck cables.
"Your sire?" the warlord asked in distaste. You frantically shook your tiny helm, denying his assumptions.
"Nuh! Sire is sire!" you said, pouting. Megatron rolled his optics, petting your helm.
"Yes, but what's his designation? Don't tell me it's Optimus-"
"Mhmm! Oppy! Sire!" you shot up straight when he mentioned your father's name. The gladiator sighed in exasperation, rubbing his tired face.
"Of all sire you could have chosen, you took the Prime. Of course." He muttered, looking down at you.
"Sire is nice." You smiled, gently patting his servos. You liked them, they were beautiful and shiny.
"Uh- Lord Megatron...is that a sparkling?" Knockout asked, poking out behind Dreadwing.
You waved your tiny servos at the medic, hopping off the warlord and let your tiny peds carry you to the cherry red mech. Stopping before Dreadwing's peds, you made a turn as you glanced thoroughly at the team before setting your gaze onto Soundwave, who had your uncle on screen.
Obviously, Ratchet was more than terrified to know that you were, indeed, at the Nemesis.
"(Y/N) WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?" Ratchet yelled; colours drained from his faceplate. Optimus came to view, optics brimming with worry as he looked at you through the screen.
"Hewo sire!"
"...Hello, (Y/N). How did you get to their place...?" Optimus sighed, not bothered with scolding you, he was just glad that you were safe.
...and he didn't have the spark to do so.
"(Y/N) ...(Y/N) blip!" you replied, waving your now sparkling servos up to the visor. Both factions audibly choked at your answer, staring at you.
"(Y/N) make shinwy then blip!" you giggled.
"...Can you blip back please?"
"Owowo..." you gurgled, looking back at Megatron with hesitancy. He stood up, walking towards you. Bending down, the warlord ruffled your helm, sighing before flashing you a genuine smile.
"Go on. I don't feel like murdering you today."
Obviously, you didn't know what he meant and just assumed he was saying okay.
"Owkay...Buh-bye uncle Maggy!" you said, clapping your servos together and vanished.
"It's Megatron, little brat." The silver mech replied, waving his servos to Soundwave to cut off the feed. Sighing, the warlord gloomily went back to his throne, looking down at his lap.
The sudden lightness made his spark sank and he knew why...though he wouldn't admit it, you were cute and he wanted to keep you.
If the warlord was a little later on asking his communication specialist to severe the lines, he would have gotten an amusing reply from a certain hot-headed medic.
"I'm her favourite uncle damn it, not you!"
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Scene 3: No one bullies (Y/N).
You were mindlessly playing with your gift of teleporting, blipping into various location without warning. This made the team on edge as they worry for your whereabouts.
It had gotten to a point where Ratchet had to make a wristwatch tracker to get your location, seeing that how small you were and the computer weren't always able to pick up your weak signal.
This time however, you messed up. Bad.
Somehow, you've teleported to a park in Jasper, Nevada. Okay, so it's near to the base but that's not the point! You suddenly felt weak and unable to teleport back to your home, which freaked you out even more and scrambled your focus.
While trying to concentrate on getting home, you caught the attention of a group of humans.
To be exact; a group of bullies.
"Ey, check this out! It's a mutant!" One young boy said, poking at your audial fins. You jumped up at his touch, backing away. You didn't like how his tone was and you felt off.
Heck, even uncle Maggy wasn't giving you any bad vibes!
"Woah, a monster." Okay, so you understood what the other kid said. With that in mind, your optics started to pool with coolants, threatening to leak.
"Hey Bryan, I think you've just made her cry. Aww, cry-baby! Go on, run back to your parents!" the first one said.
"Heh, typical girls. Wilson, grab her ears." Bryan said, egging his friend. Wilson nodded, coming forward. He tugged harshly onto your fins, eliciting pained whirls from your voicebox.
"Ahaha! She's making weird noises! Do it again!" another kid named Chester said. Bryan played along, fulfilling his friends demands when a large hand stopped his action. Looking up, the three boys were face with the three teens, all equally angry at them.
"Hands off, kid." Miko seethed, stepping forward. Jack had a frown as he came to the front, crossing his arms and stared down at the leader of the group.
"Scram." He said. The three kids gave them a look before bursting out into a fit of laughter.
"God, you think we're afraid of you?" Wilson said, acting tough.
"No, but I think you'll be sorry for what you've said." Jack replied. Behind him, Optimus in his holoform trudged forward, anger clear in his face.
"Release my daughter at once." He said, barely containing his fury. The boy gulped and did so. You perked up at the voice of your father and ran towards the familiar-yet-not man, feeling a sense of security at his embrace.
"You touch my daughter again, and the outcome will not be in your favour. Understood?"
"Y-Yes sir!" the three kids gulped and ran away. Turning towards the three kids, Optimus ushered them back into their respected charges and they bridged back home.
You slowly hopped off Optimus's cabin, tears still dripping from your cheeks. He transformed and picked you up, holding you close to his face as he chided.
"That was very unwise of you, little one. You should not be running off without informing us." He said, exhaling audibly. Your dermas quivered; optics still glassy with coolants.
"(Y/N) ...(Y/N) ish sowwy!!" you cried, slamming your body onto your father's face as you bawled. Optimus caved in, gently patting your back with his large black servos.
"There there... don't do it again, alright?" he sighed. You nodded, cheeks stained with blue coolants.
"Mhm! (Y/N) be gud!" you said, hugging his neck tightly. The event tired you out and you powered down, optics offlining as you went into stasis. Gently, Optimus carried you back to your room and set you in your berth, kissing your helm as he accompanied you.
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"Alright, I want the names of those kids." Wheeljack declared, cracking his knuckles. Arcee growled, stretching as she got off the wall she was leaning against.
"I want the leader; you guys take the rest. That scraphead pulled our princess's audial fins!" She said. Bumblebee and Smokescreen clicked their glossa in annoyance, optics flickering with anger.
"They touched (Y/N)? Not cool."
:- How dare they!?-:
"Wait...they did WHAT!?" Ratchet seethed, holding up his wrench.
"Those bullies pulled (Y/N)'s ears." Miko said, silently enjoying the scene before her with Jack and Raf.
"'That's it. I'm going to do a live surgery!" Ratchet snapped.
"Count me in." Wheeljack commented, sharpening his katanas with a stone.
"Word of advice; never hurt the team's favourite niece or you're going to die." Miko snickered, earning a snort from Jack and Raf.
"Yeah, no shit."