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Sorry that I haven't updated lately but I've had some MAJOR writer's block. It stinks! DX bleh. But I wanted to do more stories focused on Ratchet growing Perceptor up. So, these stories are being set between Babysit and Growing Up.I hope you enjoy! XD

Circle of Life

"Ratset, Ratset!"

The red and white medic looked up from his name being called. The stumbling, running form of the sparkling Perceptor came rushing forward. The Cybertronian sun beat down on the small organic park that was currently entertaining a blue and red sparkling.

"Ratset!" Perceptor shook Ratchet's frame.

"What's wrong Perceptor?"

"Fower, fower." Perceptor tugged until Ratchet stood and followed the excited sparkling. He was lead over a small hill where, on the other side, was covered with red flowers.

"Fower, Ratset fower."

"I see that Perceptor."

"No, fower." Perceptor slowly trudged down carefully not to step on anything. He finally found what he was looking for, Perceptor pointed at it and called Ratchet over. The sparkling was pointing at the only yellow flower in the group; the sad thing was, the flower was slowly dying if not already dead.

"Ratset help!"

"...Perceptor, I don't think there's anything I can do."

"No, no! Ratset help!"

"Perceptor..."

"Home, fower home." Ratchet looked down at the large, hopeful optics of Perceptor... and gave in.

"Alright." Ratchet carefully dug the flower out and placed it in a small dish.

"Alright, it will stay in your room. So please don't knock it over." Ratchet filled the dish with water. Perceptor nodded happily and ran to his room. He had climbed onto his berth as Ratchet came in; he placed the flower down on a table near Perceptor's berth.

"Ratset fower!" said Perceptor bouncing happily.

"Calm down! Now," Ratchet picked Perceptor up, placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and laid him back down, "it's time for all sparklings named Perceptor to go into recharge."

"Song?" Perceptor asked as Ratchet tucked him in.

"Very well." Ratchet's systems hummed into life. A soft song filled the room, sending Perceptor into a calm recharge.

"Ratset, Ratset!"

Ratchet snapped out of his recharge at his name being frantically called. He raced to Perceptor's room; his spark fell upon opening the sparkling's door. Perceptor was sitting at the edge of his berth, holding the flower, crying. The flower was dead, one of it's pedals had fallen off.

"Ratset, help." Perceptor held up the dish.

"I can't do anything."

"No!" Perceptor wailed, "Ratset help, Ratset help!"

"Perceptor..." At that, the sparkling broke down. Ratchet embraced Perceptor quickly as tears poured down faster.

"I told you yesterday we couldn't help it."

"No." Perceptor held the flower closer.

"It's alright Perceptor, I know what to do."...

Ratchet laughed slightly watching Perceptor pat at the mound of dirt.

"Now all we have to do is water it." Ratchet handed Perceptor a small covered container of water Perceptor popped it open and slowly poured it over the mound.

"Help?" asked Perceptor.

"You bet, next couple of joors there will be a new flower." Perceptor smiled, holding the container closer, and looked down at the mound.