Little Savior

~Parenthood

One does not need to birth a child to be considered its mother.

Death Whisper had served as a Demonicon under Megatron for the past few vorns, and despite what other mechs may have seen or thought, he was not pleased with life.

Though he had regained the ability to fly and was made a member of one of the most feared sub factions of the Decepticon army, he went from being a prisoner of his father to a prisoner of the Decepticon leader.

Tired of living, self-termination was the idea that most frequented his mind. He cared about his wingmates, but the nonstop nightmares, torment, and voices made life no longer bearable. He had planned to go through with it after one particular solo mission.

Cannon at full power, he held it over his spark as he contemplated his last few minutes, but before he could release the trigger, he caught movement from the corner of his optic. Thinking it a stray Autobot, he growled lowly as he made his way to the source, claws extending as he got ready to gut whoever it was disturbing him.

Turning a corner, he was ready to pounce but stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted a single, lone sparkling, wandering aimlessly and looking at a loss. Grunting slightly, he made his way over to the sparkling, intent on terminating it quickly, but he faltered when the two finally made eye contact.

Before he could react, the little one ran up to him and attached itself to his leg, clinging on as if in desperation. Death Whisper's spark melted as he gazed down, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gently picked it up to get a closer look. He lightly nuzzled the little one's face, turning it over to check for injuries, frowning slightly when he noticed exactly where the sparkling came from. A few feet away laid the mangled remains of what appeared to be its parental units, sparks torn out and optics dimmed with death.

Something seemed to click when his optics took in the scene, already making up his mind as to what to do with the sparkling. Raising it would be no easy task, but he was determined to do a hell of a better job than Warzone did with Headshot. Looking down again, a look of warmth crossed his face as the sparkling gazed up at him, and open-mouthed smile gracing its tiny features.

"Look's like I've just saved your tiny little aft, but I'll let you in on a little secret...you've just given me a reason to keep on living..."

Transformers (c) Hasbro/Takara.

All OCs and original ideas (c) mine.