The Little Sparkling-TFP OC Fanfiction

Paint Job?

Smokescreen's P.O.V.

I walked into the medbay, seeing the grumpy orange-red medic at the computer, as always. "Hey, Ratchet. Do you know where Skylynx is?" I asked, and he turned his helm to look at me. "Yes, why?" He said suspiciously, and i shrugged my shoulder plating. "She asked me to train with her, that's all." I replied, and the medic looked back to his computer. "So that's why she's​been in the training room for so long." He said in calm realisation. I smiled happily and thanked Ratchet before heading towards the training room. I really liked hanging out with Skylynx. I mean, sure, she was a Predacon, but she was really nice and friendly. I walked into the room and saw Skylynx kicking a large vehicon dummy. She didn't noticed me come in, so I snuck up on her quietly, and poked her shoulder with a digit. She jumped and immediately turned around, transforming into her gryphon form and she growled. I put up my servos defensively. "Woah! Hey, it's just me!" I shouted nervously, and Lynx's optics widened in embarrassment and guilt. She transformed again and sat down, putting a servo on her helm. "..Sorry, i-it's a bad instinct I get sometimes.." She said tiredly, and I smiled at her. "It's alright. I'll try to remember not to sneak up on you again." I said reassuringly as I put a servo on her shoulder plating. She looked up at me with a smile. "Thanks." She said, standing straight and looking up at me slightly. She wasn't that much younger than me, actually. Although she was 15, I was only 17. She was a bit shorter than me, and it pained me to hear about how she never got to see Cybertron herself. Unfortunately, we had no pictures, since back then, we didn't need to. It didn't take long for our home planet to become dark when the war against Megatron erupted into chaos.
After about one or two hours of training, Lynx and i hung out in the training room, telling each other more about ourselves.

Ratchet's P.O.V.

I paced around the room, back and forth, back and forth, 'talking' with Bumblebee. "What are they doing in there?Why haven't they come out, yet? I shouted, partially to myself, while Bumblebee was leaning against the table in the medbay. He had his servos crossed calmly, which i couldn't understand why, my daughter was in there with some annoying Autobot newbie! :"They're probably training, since it IS a training room.": Bumblebee answered, and I grumbled frustratedly as the yellow scout looked at me in a way that said '...Really?'. "I'm her Sire!! What do you expect?" I asked in a grumpy tone, and Bumblebee raised a brow. :"I would expect you to trust both Smokescreen, and Skylynx.": He said tiredly, obviously annoyed by my ranting. I vented heavily and my shoulders slumped, making a grumpy face as I did. Bumblebee chuckled, and I turned towards him. "What are you laughing about?" I asked, confused. He looked at me with a smirk. :"Well, Smoke's a mech... And Lynx's a femme now, and their ages aren't that far apart..": Bee said, and I quickly put the pieces together​. My optics widened in anger. "Ooh no. Lynx is TOO young for a sparkmate! Not now, not EVER!" "Sire? What sparkmate? Bee, what is he talking about?" I turned around to see a confused Skylynx at the doorway of the medbay, and I cleared my voicebox. "Nothing, Sweetspark. Just work." I said quickly, and I walked to my computer frustratedly and started working.
"Umm, okay...? Oh! U-uhh.. hey, Sire?" She asked anxiously. I kept my optics glued to the screen. "What is it?" I asked calmly. She tapped the floor with a pede nervously. "I uhh.. can I get a new paint job? And.. maybe an upgrade?" She asked quietly, and my optics widened. "Huh-- what!?" I screamed, before stopping my outburst quickly. Skylynx laughed nervously. "Hehe.. please?" She asked, a begging tone in her voicebox. I was about to shout again, but I stopped myself and took a deep vent, looking at Skylynx as calmly as I could. "I'll think about it, now could you go clean your berthroom?" I requested, and Lynx nodded quietly, walking to her room. "Thank you, Sire." She said calmly, a small smile plastered across her faceplates.

HELLO! I'm very creative with these little short stories now, cuz I have some funny stories of my own from when i was around Lynx's age at the moment! *Sighs* i remember when i first got my hair dyed... It was a pretty red colour that was beautifully showy compared to my  black emo clothes! So..Yeah. Lynx might just develope a crush here... Hehe. *In My Head* DONT KILL ME ALL YOU SMOKESCREEN HATERS!!!