New Life

Flier, Genius, Edgelord

Optimus woke up the next morning to little servos gently patting his faceplates. His optics opened slowly, and he gave a little smile to the sparkling version of Miko as her bright golden optics stared at him.

"Good morning, Miko," Optimus said softly as he sat up, moving Miko from her position on his chest to his lap.

"Yeah, morning," she said dismissively, "I'm really hungry, dude! Like 'I'm gonna die' hungry!"

"Ugh. Agreed, I feel like my stomach is collapsing in on itself," Jack groaned from his position next to Optimus and Miko where he was spread out in a starfish position.

"And good morning to you too, Jack," Optimus responded to his squeaking.

"Can we get food now?" the boy asked.

Of course, Optimus couldn't understand what they were saying as their words only came out as squeaks to anyone that wasn't them apparently. Miko and Jack had caught onto this and looked to each other to try and collaborate and brainstorm ideas to make him realise what they were trying to say.

"We could start screaming so they panic and try everything they think we might want?" Miko suggested with a grin.

"Huh, I don't know about that one," Jack thought, "don't we get stomachs that make noises when we're hungry anymore? Ah scrap, I don't know anything about Cybertronian biology..."

"Can we please stay on topic? I just wanna eat and big OP needs to know," she huffed in response to her friend.

"Yeah sorry," Jack began to think and suddenly his optics widened catching Miko's attention.

"What? What's the plan?" Miko asked excitedly and she bounced closer to her friend ready to be briefed.

Optimus said nothing during this and simply watched the exchange between the sparklings with a happy smile on his face, not knowing that they were actually communicating. Oh well, blissful ignorance, right?

"You're not gonna like it and you probably won't do it..." the blue opticed sparkling responded sounding slightly embarrassed.

"Spit it out, dude."

Jack closed his optics and exhaled as he rubbed the back of his metallic neck before crawling onto Optimus' lap beside Miko and grabbed Optimus' index finger and attempted to shove it in his mouth.

The Prime raised an optic at this and Miko looked at her friend with pure disgust, not really knowing what to say or do.

"What is wrong, Jack?" the Prime enquired, genuinely confused at what the sparkling wanted.

"I think the real question is 'what is wrong with you', Jack?" Miko scoffed unimpressed.

"Why don't we get you both something more appropriate to eat, little ones?" Prime gave a small but warm smile.

"Thank me later," the mechling smirked at her.

Miko said nothing as she and her friend were lifted into strong, red arms. She couldn't believe that had actually worked. But oh well, they were going to get fed and then she could probably go dune bashing with Bulkhead or something, so she wasn't complaining in the slightest.

Optimus exited his quarters with the two hungry sparklings and headed towards the main room within their base. Once he arrived, he was met with the sight of Ratchet already feeding Raf whilst everyone else either refuelled or checked the monitors for any signs of Decepticon activity or energon mines.

"Optimus," Ratchet greeted, "there is energon for both of them on the medical berth, they'll be hungry."

"Thank you, old friend."