[Music: Doctor Who "This is Gallifrey" - Gallifrey shares some strong resemblance to Cybertron in it's wars and advances. It's theme is also quite nice so yeah. Image is of Iacon.]
Thank you to Crazydawg19 for this most splendid idea! :)
⚠ALERT! Extreme cuteness within!⚠
⚠Read at your own risk ;)⚠
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After the hysteria had calmed down, Agent Fowler and (Y/N) left, but not before Bumblebee provided them with copies of the photos of course. As you can imagine, Fowler destroyed his.
By the time all the humans had departed night was drawing in. Everyone was beginning to wind down for the evening. Ratchet gave Comet an Energon bottle to see him through until morning and got him ready for bed.
The medic carried the now exhausted sparkling over his shoulder and lay him on his pint-sized berth. It had been a long day for the little one, but an enjoyable one at that. He'd definitely found a friend for life in (Y/N), that's for sure.
Ratchet gently stroked Comet's little helm and his sparkling cracked a small but tired smile.
"Goodnight Comet." Ratchet said softly and rose to leave. But a little servo on his arm halted him.
"Sire?"
Ratchet turned back to face him. "Yes?"
Comet stared at him with a small request. "Stowy?"
Ratchet blinked in surprise. He'd never asked about bedtime stories before. "You want me to tell you a story?"
Comet nodded slowly with a hopeful expression.
The medic sighed and thought for a moment. Despite all his years and experiences in both war and life, he couldn't think of a story to tell. Nothing came to mind - nothing Comet should know about anyway. But, then he remembered Optimus. The Prime was previously an archivist. He was bound to know a child-friendly story.
Ratchet smirked. "I don't know any stories, but I bet Optimus knows some great ones."
Comet smirked and slipped off the berth quickly. Ratchet took his servo and lead him a few doors down to Optimus' berthroom. The medic knocked on the door and Comet stood waiting.
"Come in." Came the cool response from inside.
Ratchet opened the door and stepped inside the doorframe. Optimus was stood just beside his berth with a datapad in his servo. He gave them both a slight smile and took a few steps forward.
"Good evening Ratchet, how can I help?" The Prime asked softly.
Ratchet looked down to his sparkling with the slightest smile. "Actually, Comet was hoping that you could tell him a bedtime story." He explained while his sparkling listened.
Optimus' slight smile grew a little and he looked down to Comet. "Is that so, young one?"
"Yep. Pwease Oppy?" Comet asked innocently, his voice so sweet that even Starscream would melt. How could you say no to such a cutie?
"How could I refuse?" He answered, his smile still growing in response to the pure adorableness.
Comet clapped his little servos excitedly and Optimus gently scooped him up with one servo, the datapad remaining in the other. Ratchet slipped away, knowing this would be one-on-one time for the Prime and the sparkling.
Optimus lowered himself down onto his berth and allowed Comet to sit on his lap. Once they were both comfy, Optimus held the datapad in front of the kid so he could see, and so both arms either side of him would prevent him from falling. With a few clicks a picture appeared on the screen.
"What that?" Comet asked with great interest and tapped the picture on screen.
Optimus gave a sigh, a sad one. "That was Iacon. My home."
Comet blinked in confusion. He didn't really understand as it was too vague for such a young mind. The Prime thought for a moment of how best to explain it. How better than a story?
Optimus shuffled slightly, took a moment, and began the tale.
"Many, many years ago, there were two Gods: Primus, the bringer of life, and Unicron, the destroyer. In the end, after many a battle Primus defeated Unicron and became the 'heart' of our home world: Cybertron."
Comet gave a small smile to show he was following okay, signalling for Optimus to continue.
"Cybertron was... a shining planet, beaming with life. Primus himself created the first of our kind and aided us in evolving. Soon we were an advanced society where everyone co-existed in peace, lead by the Primes."
"You Pwime?" Comet asked and looked up to Optimus' faceplate.
Optimus simply nodded. "Yes, young one, I am a Prime... The last Prime."
"So... you... lead Cybertwon?" Comet deduced with a small smirk. Optimus didn't smile and shook his helm. "No."
Comet frowned. He was really confused now. The Prime could see it all over his faceplate. More explanation was needed.
"After so long, a mech named.. Megatron.. rose up and tried to seize control of Cybetron. He lead an army known as 'Decepticons' fought against the Autobots who protected the world. I fought with the Autobots, as did your Sire, and all of our friends. We all came from there, even you." Optimus explained slowly. It was a touchy subject.
"Where Cybertwon now?" Comet asked innocently, causing Optimus' expression to drop even more. Comet shuffled a little awkwardly and looked away from the Prime, knowing he'd said something bad. Optimus noticed and placed a servo on his back. Being the biggest 'bot of them all, one servo was almost as big as the sparkling himself. But it was a comforting presence. Comet cuddled into the large servo, warming the Prime's spark.
"After so much war, Cybertron was eventually consumed. Now we cannot live there, so we live here on Earth." Optimus explained solemnly. "But... the war is not yet over. Megatron still chooses the path of destruction and must be stopped."
"But.. we.. win?" Comet said unsurely, yet hopefully. Optimus paused. Should he give him hope? What if the Autobots couldn't win? No. No they had to. For the sake of humanity, and in the memory of their fallen comrades.
"Yes, young one. We will win this war. I promise you." Optimus said warmly, his optics displaying trustworthiness. Comet nodded and Optimus smiled a little. "Now, I believe you should be in recharge? Shall we get you back to your berthroom?"
"Okay." Comet responded, slightly disappointed that the story was over, but tired all the same. Optimus picked up the little one and returned him to his little berth.
"Thank you Oppy." Comet mumbled tiredly and got himself comfy.
Optimus nodded and gently patted the sparkling's helm. "You are welcome, young one."
Comet closed his optics and Optimus left, being careful not to disturb him. Ratchet was just outside the berthroom.
"Thank you Optimus." The medic said gratefully.
"It was no problem, old friend." The Prime replied contently. He'd actually rather enjoyed the experience.
Ratchet paused for a moment, then gave a sure expression and faced the Prime confidently. "Optimus, I've thought long and hard about this. You're my oldest and most trusted friend. And if anything should ever happen to me, there is no other mech that I would trust more to care for Comet."
Optimus just stood there in surprise at Ratchet's gesture. He was about to respond, but the medic wasn't done yet.
"And that is why I would like you to be Comet's God-Sire."
Optimus' lips curved into a touched smile and his spark was moved. He walked forward, placed a servo on Ratchet's shoulder, and nodded.
"Old friend, I would be honoured."
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Optimus is Godfather!!!
(I didn't know the actual Cybertronian term for Godfather so I'm just gonna use God-Sire)
Bee isn't God-Sire because he's more Comet's uncle. But he's just as vital. Make no mistake about that.