[For those of you who don't know, the San bushmen's language consists mainly of clicks and a few words in between. When writing, this (!) means a clicking sound is made. I will be using this in same way to show the clicking sounds in the Cybertronian/ Seeker language!!!!] 

 Megatron

A very vexed warlord walked through the ship's hallways.

The Autobots got their servos on some of the Decepticons' energon reserves, much to the cause's foreboding.

He proceeds to the throne room. The thought of talking to you and hearing of what you were up to today made him lighten up a bit. 

Megatron had left you to yourself while he went to attend to his leaderly duties. It wasn't the first time he has done this, and every time he did he would return to you talking to Dreadwing or taking part in other leisurely activities. Why would this time be any different? 

Casually he enters the room, but suddenly pauses when hearing giggling at his peds. Looking down, his optics slightly widen at the sight of a human infant. At first he wondered how in Primus's name a human-never the less a sparkling- was able to get on the ship. But when noticing how it shared quite a few similarities to...

"(Y/N)?"

The little human looks up. Megatron bends down and picks you up prudently.

"What has happened to you?" the warlord asks you as if expecting a real answer. But a cute gurgling was your only response. 

Megatron, not knowing what to do or how this happened, immediately summons Shockwave and asks him if there was a way to change you back. When doing a few tests, the cyclops tels him that a cure would take time. 

"Very well. I will take care of (Y/N) while you work on an antidote. But be quick about it..." Shockwave nods and heads back to his lab in search of a way to turn you back, his lord and master's tone prompting him into starting immediately. 

The feeling of something wet on his servo finally allows Megatron's attention to fall back onto you. At first he couldn't quite understand what the wetness was...

...then he saw your relieved little smile...

The Decepticon leader reacts in a way he never has before- he cringes at what has just befallen him. 

Infants were strange, and human infants even more so. He started to consider locking you up somewhere until Shockwave returned, but then he felt your tiny hand placed against his plating. Said tiny hand holding his large, sharp digit, an innocent look of adoration in your eyes as you stared up at him. All thoughts went out the window. 

What was this strange feeling he felt? 

While he tries to comprehend what the emotion is, you abruptly start to whimper- your lower lip starting to tremble.

But Megsy wouldn't allow any tears.

"Hs!na' !ta'l. O!na'odva. !Ha's o!tou'la sv'ta! ?" he cooed. The words calmed you a bit. 

As if on cue, a stifling smell filled the air. Said smell coming from the sniffling infant he was holding.

Megatron cringes yet again, understanding what has made baby (Y/N) upset. "Very well. I suppose it is something that must be done..." 

Holding you out in front of him, he walks to his hab suite, where he would hopefully have something to clean the mess you made (and something to use as a new nappy).

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Four hours later, Shockwave entered the room after completing a serum that would turn you back.

When the door whooshed open, though, instead of his usual emotionless demeanour, he had an awkward questioning one.

The scientist watched silently as his master sat, a small bottle with white contents in servo, feeding the teeny baby.

It takes a while, but he finally manages to find his voice again. "Master, I have acquired the cure as you instructed. The subject must simply consume it." 

Megatron (surprised at the Shockwave suddenly vocalizing himself) ceases feeding you, much to your still hungry self's dislike. Shaking off the stupefaction (and slight embarrassment), Megatron gets to his peds.

"Thank you Shockwave. That will be all." The scientist is dismissed. 

Megatron turns back around. The serum is poured into a bottle, which you eagerly drink as soon as it is held in front of you. It merely takes a few seconds for your body to grow back to maturity. 

There's a moment of silence between the two of you. Neither of you know what to say, especially after the awkwardness of the entire dirty diper incident.

That is, until your stomach decides to pipe up.

'GRRROOOOWWWWLLLL!!!'

​​​​​"..."

"I'm still hungry..."
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"Hs!na' !ta'l. O!na'odva. !Ha's o!tou'la sv'ta! ?"   -Hush now little one. Do not cry. What is troubling you sweet one?
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Starscream

Starscream was known to be overdramatic at times. 

Okay, almost all the time. 

So when you heard him muttering and yelling like some maniac in the lab, you didn't think much of it. You were used to it by now. He probably bumped his ped against something hard or hit his helm when taking something from the lower cabinet again. 

But when everything instantaneously grew silent, it definitely became a cause for concern. Bothered by the silence and now the smoke coming from the room, you decide to check in on your now noiseless friend. 

When entering the room, the vile smell of the purple smoke causes you to go into a coughing fit. You pinch your nose, eyes watering.

"Starscream?" Your slightly nasally voice calls for the seeker. 

No response. 

The smoke starts to clear, allowing you further passage deeper into the room. "Starscream? Are you okay?" You call again. At this point you were starting to worry. What if he was injured? 

Something in the far corner unexpectedly catches your eye. Deliberately you walk closer. 

With the smoke now completely gone, you finally manage to spot what it is. 

....And what it is exactly, made your eyes widen. 

A little silver Cybertronian sat in front of you. Large red optics watching you as you come closer. 

"Starscream...?" 

His petite wings perk up hearing your voice say his designation. 

"W-what happened to you?"

The sparkling in front of you blinks his little optics and puts his servos out to you. "(Y/N)?" he questions. Not having half the heart to ignore the innocent (and very adorable) request to be helped up and held, you complie. 

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!" the mini seeker in your arms cheers. Then he suddenly starts whining.

"Ei!t'a !ht'se cr'vde!" The sparkling nuzzles into the crook of your neck, energon tears threatening to reveal themselves. "Hey, don't cry Starscream. It's okay, I'm here." You hug him a little tighter to prove it. It isn't every day that you are able to hug him like this anyway. 

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The seeker sparkling was happily playing with a bucket in the main room of the ship. The item somehow found it's way onto the little guy's helm, covering half his face and optics. It was an "awww" moment for sure. You sat a little way from where he was, watching as he occupied himself. The sparkling tries taking off the pail, but struggles to do so with his tiny clawed servos. The irritated seekerling moans and balls his fists. 

Giggling you rush to him, "Peekaboo!" you say, removing the bucket. Starscream glances upward at you, then as if asking as to why you didn't do something sooner, scowls slightly. 

"Oh don't give me that look Mr. Grumpypants!" The 'slight scowl' turns into a big one at the new name. Baby Starscream's mad face was probably the most adorable thing in the universe.

"Is someone being moody?" You reach down and pick him up, then toss him in the air slightly. 

Being a seeker, "Mr. Grumpypants" naturally loves the action, thus he starts to giggle.

You certainly enjoyed seeing him this way. So loveable, so curious, so...innocent. 

'Was this how he was before the war?'

But though you adored this side of him, you knew it was impossible for him to stay this way. 

Thus it was no surprise when the giggling sparkling stoped moving for a split second and started growing. 

Before he could get too big (and possibly crush your human self) you put him down.

Within moments you were staring at his usual, grumbling self. 

"Is someone being grumpy again?" you mock the now full-sized Starscream. 

"I'm not grumpy!"
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"Ei!t'a !ht'se cr'vde!" - I was so scared! 
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Soundwave

"Ravage! If you were using my hairbrush as a chew-toy again, I swear-" 

You hit the floor without finishing your threat, a ferocious feline growling and holding you down with his front paws.

"Really? You're surprise pounces aren't exactly surprising anymore." 

Of course Rumble (who was playing a card game with Frenzy) had to comment on the situation. "Yeah Ravage! Go do something else with your life!" 

Within moments the game of "go fish" was ended when the blue minicon had to start running for his life.

"I win by default!" Frenzy exclaims, throwing the cards into the air. 

You sigh and shake your head at the creations' antics. There never was a dull moment with them around. It was a wonder how Soundwave put up with them for so many years. 

Speaking of which...

"Hey, does anyone know where Soundwave is?"

Your words must've summoned him, for the main door opens and allows him entrance, though not at all in the way one would expect...

In flew Lazerbeak, a bundle held in his talons. The bird-like 'Con swoops down and places it next to you. All the other creations curiously come closer (even Ravage and Rumble, though they were still glaring at one another).

You looked down to see your face's reflection on what seemed like a black screen. Further inspection revealed that it was indeed a screen- Soundwave's visor... or at least a smaller version. You gasp, "S-Soundwave...?" 

The visor's tilted to the side as if saying "yes?" . 

Lost for words, you look to Lazerbeak for an explanation, but he just sheepishly looks back at you. 

Cautiously you picked little Soundwave up. "What am I supposed to do now? Is there a way to turn you back?" 

"I don't think he's all that smart anymore (Y/N). Being a sparkling and all... He won't be able to help..." 

Sighing, you turn to the others. "Lazerbeak, can you help me search for a way to turn him back by downloading his databank? The others will look after him..."

Lazerbeak nods and flies off with a "Sqwak!" , ​​starting everything up.

Just then, little Ratbat wakes up from where he was napping. Curious optics meet an equally curious visor. 

Soundwave puts his servos out to the confused yet intrigued Ratbat, who gladly comes over. Before you knew it, the sparkling in your arms was trying to wriggle out of them. 

"Okay! Okay!" You put him down. As soon as his peds reach the ground, the sparklings start to communicate. 

Ravage (probably due to his protective instincts) sits next to them, watching them carefully. 

'Now that he's occupied, I have to go find a way to change him ba-' 

"(Y/N)?"  

Surprised at hearing Soundwave saying your name (with a recording) you spin around. What you saw was unexpected, but made your heart melt. 

As if thinking you were leaving him, the poor thing was desperately trying to get up and walk to you, failing. Soundwave starts to sniffle slightly. 

"(Y/N)?" 

"Oh, come here!" You give in to the cuteness and help him up. "Do you want to come help me?" Sniffing and rubbing at his visor, the mini version of your friend nods. 

"Alrighty then! Let's go!" you say, cooing. 

The others look on as you head to the monitors where Lazerbeak was already working, a slightly weirded out look on their faceplates. 

"I don't understand femmes..."

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You finally found a cure for Soundwave. All the creations have headed out to deal with it while you stayed to look after Ratbat and Sounders. 

The two sparklings were happily playing with a ball. As long as you were close by of course; otherwise you would (strange enough) get an ear full. Who knew SOUNDWAVE, out of all beings, would be so needy. 

"(Y/N) ?" 

"Yes Sounders?" You look over from where you were studying the solution. 

His visor lights up, a little heart in the centre. 

"I love you too, Soundwave." You smile and lift him up. The heart disappears as he puts his helm to your chest. Before you could wonder what he was doing, he started vibrating in a certain pattern. 

He was snoring...

With perfect (not) timing, the others came in. You put a finger to your lips, making them grow quiet. 

Without waking him up, you diligently apply the cure.

All of you watch as Soundwave grows until he was no longer sleeping in your arms, but rather on the floor.

With a nod and silent 'thank you' , the creations all head out the door, probably to recharge themselves.

With slight hesitation, you walk over to the grown mech's helm- kissing it lightly. 

"Sweet dreams Sounders..."