I will protect you, my Prime 1

Soft chirping dragged Megatron's attention from the report on his data pad and onto a crystal cluster not five feet from him. Obviously the crystal was not chirping, and after a moment the Lord High Protector got up and rounded the sizable cluster.

On the other side of the softly glowing pink cluster, a small sparkling leaned on it, legs wobbly as the little thing balanced precariously on his pede tips attempting to reach a mechabutterfly. He was making the soft distressed chirps because he could not reach.

"That is dangerous, little one." Megatron put his hands around the tiny mechling and lifted him up where he could better see the green mechabutterfly, but not reach it. However it seemed he had distracted the sparkling from his endeavor for the little mech looked up at him and giggled, little hands clapping together in a spontaneous show of delight.

The sparkling was utterly adorable. Little face softly rounded but showing promise of beauty already. Bright blue and red colors, offset by the silvery white and chrome also decorating the delicate frame. But it was the brightness in the blue optics that really captured the High Lord Protector.

Such curiosity and delight, such promise of a bright processor…

"Come with me, I am sure your caretaker will be here soon and till then I can read you my report. Maybe it will even seem interesting what with having a listener?" The foundling cooed and waved his little arms around. Megatron smiled and earned a brilliant smile in return, and then a gurgle as the small thing squirmed happily.

Almost a joor later, a frantic nursemech almost fell into his clearing, relief making the small mech crumble to the ground in an less then graceful bow. The mech was about to speak when Megatron put a finger to his own dermas and softly spoke.

"Shh… he is sleeping." Megatron did not change his tone from the one he had used to read out loud with for the past joor. In his lap the small mechling lay curled, one tiny fist in his mouth and vents working in rhythmical calm.

"He is your charge?" The nursebot nodded, a look of shame on the delicate face plate.

"Be more careful in the future, he could have come to harm… would you be so kind as to give me his name?" Megatron knew well that it was not his place to chastise the nursebot, though he would likely get away with it if he chose to do it. He did not do it.

"O-Optimus, High Lord. M-may I go n-now, High Lord?" Megatron inclined his head and watched the small nursebot as he carefully lifted the sparkling, Optimus, and gave him up to his proper caretaker. As soon as the small mech could he scuttled off, sparkling clutched to narrow chest plates and panic in his blue optics.

Megatron was somewhat amused and somewhat exasperated at the display of fear, just because he commanded the armies of Cybertron… Oh well. The High Lord went back to his report, almost instantly missing the small warm weight of the sparkling, and the chance to read out loud.