Decepticon Heir 01?

She was a Decepticron sparkling, though hardly anyone knew that, as she didn't look like one. Not in her true sparkling form or the hidden disguise her sire's had programmed her life pod to do: disguise the heiress of the former and- according to her sire the to-be-again Decepticon empire so that any native creatures of a world to care for the femling like one of their own.

The life pod was the proverbial cuckoo egg.

None of the mechs that had seen her as a newly sparked had recognized her latter on, not hidden as a native organic. There was no link to what they saw as a human, nor sense the energy field that was muffled under an organic outer layer to the innocent silver femling that used to chirp happily in Megatron's lap. With the wide opticed, topaz gaze and sweet chirps of the very young in any faction, she was happy to play with her sire's fingers, with his claws retracted. Protected from the universe and troops alike, and would have been for hundreds vrons more until her sire decided to really start grooming and training his femling.

Though as Primus would have it, that didn't happen. Possibly Unicron told his brother something.

So, as it turned out the little silver femling hidden as a human, and with a not yet understandable connection to the Alspark, ended up not under a Decepticon's charge, but into that of a small Autobot crew. With one minibot taking an extra fondness to his tinnier, young friend. Exposed to adult Cybertronian and then living with them before her true nature was relieved to the crew, familial ties started to inadvertently form. The tiny spark desperate not to be along anymore, wanting family and caretakers again.

The Autobots as well, were happy to adopt the sparkling as it was decided where to raise her. Or rather who would be her new caretaker, as a sparkling couldn't be left alone on an alien world on her own.

Primus forbid if the humans found out they once had a Cybertronian sparkling in their hands.

There was a warm feeling on Jazz's leg before the small frame flopped over on the guarded knee joint. The Autobot activated his optics under his visor, peering down at his pedes. They were pressed together as his frame wasn't quiet that flexible as to do the human style of crossing the legs. A smile flickered to life, the inner thrum of his spark and pulse of his pump mixed oddly well against the background rhythm of the organic city.

"Hey there soft spark," Jazz couldn't help the croon, though in his defense he had done that from the very start to the cute little creature he at first thought was a pet, then picked up the energy field. He was one of the few that caught on faster the the small crew's nerves secret, one he mostly kept. Alerting only Ironhide back on Cybertron, to properly handle this...very odd case.

"Mmmiff..." the currently sparkling form Sari grumbled into the mech's leg.

"Ratchet doin' things again?" Jazz asked, his voice still cantered low so not to disturb his surprise student. Though Prowl was stirring out of his own meditative trance, automatically maybe in response to now 187 plus 'Incidences Of Shenanigans' between Sari and Bumblebee in the base.

Sari nodded, hiding her head under her hands, peeking up as white fingertips of living gently ran over her winglits.

"Ya know its for ya're own health," Jazz said as Prowl leaned forward to see what was going on.

"But it iches and almost hurts sometimes!" Sari protested, unable to keep that whine out of her voice, knowing that it was just childish but... couldn't help it.

"Its your nanites Sari," Prowl said, watching as Jazz played with a winglet until the femling was relaxing and more sprawling from the gentle attention and affections from the older cyber-ninja. "They are being boosted." And getting rid of the organic matter, thus why she was stuck in this form. With the paranoia on Cybertron by idiots like Sentinel, it was decided that it would be best for Sari to have her native state back before going to cybertron.

"But it iiiiiitches!" Sari did whine this time, but her protesting wiggle was cut short as Jazz scooped her up and tucked the femling into the crook of one arm, and then started to scritch a finger between her winlets.

"It won't be for long soft spark," Jazz assured, wanting to just put the sparkling into an armor pocket safely and if it wasn't for the not so distant grumbling's of Ratchet he.... well he would. "Come on kitten, up you go." The white colored mech grinned at Prowl's look as the armor slid aside to let Sari climb in and be wrapped by the mecha's energy field. "Oh don't look at me like that, she's still a newling, and with everyone wigged out she's not gettin' the cuddles that sparklings need."