Sunstreaker swore he left the medbay for exactly 15 breems. And in those small amounts of time someone had lost the sparkling. The warrior had made perfectly sure that she was in capable servos - and still asleep for that matter - before he left to get his morning energon. When he bustled through the medbay doors Sunstreaker squatted a glare toward Jolt.

"You cannot possibly sit here and tell me that you let a child slip out of your visuals! There is absolutely explanation for it." The mech fumed at the medic in training.

"And you cannot possibly ask me to watch something as small as a human sparkling and go over these physical forms for all personnel on this base. I'm not a sparkling-sitter Sunstreaker, you forget that." The medic huffed before turning to yet another damnable form. All the while the yellow mech was left to scour the medbay because she couldn't have possibly gotten that far.

In all honesty, this is what he was most afraid of when it came to children. He would turn his back for a klik and bam, just like that she would be gone. He was used to engaging in cutthroat battles and taking down Decepticons with apt precision. Not taking care of a child that could very well get lost in a utility closet. And this was a prime example of that very situation.

"Well since you're no fraggin' help, could you at least tell me where you saw her last. Surely even you could provide me with that much." Sunstreaker ground out while rifling through a medical bin.

The medic-in-training moved from the files he was looking over to point to the far wall where an empty berth was positioned. "The last place I had laid optics on her was that berth. Now unless the sparkling somehow managed to make its way down I have no answers for you at the moment. Now if you would please allow me to continue with these forms before Ratchet comes back. Primus knows what he'll do if he finds out I still haven't sorted these correctly."

Sunstreaker couldn't very well blame him either. A crossed Ratchet was a chaotic force to be reckoned with. Tossing one more glance around the area Sunstreaker exited the medbay and made his way down toward the south corridor. Maybe one of Lennox's men had come across Lyla while he wasn't looking.

The warrior was heavily starting to second guess his choices up to this point in time. He wasn't built as a caretaker to actually have the time to sit and watch a sparkling for every second of his life. His main function was to serve as an unmovable force that could level enemy grounds. Not to go around playing a one sided game of hide and seek with a mere sparkling. How could anyone-

"And then what?" A particularly youthful voice shot through the hall. Sunstreaker had found himself outside of his berth room and he could have sworn upon the Matrix itself that that voice belonged to the same child who he was still in search for. "Tell me! Tell me!" Oh yeah, that was it. Quickly punching his shared code into the automated lock Sunstreaker could only imagine who had been idiotic enough to take the sparkling and stow her in his own quarters. An he wasn't too surprised by what he found either.

"Okay, so like I said, I was cornered by Decepticon enforcers and they were coming in hot. I mean there were hundreds of them all with blasters gunning at the ready. Any sane mech would have given up and begged for his spark. But oh no, you will never see Ol' Sides begging on his knees. So you know what I did instead?" The sparkling loomed closer while still perched just inches away from Sideswipe's pede. Sunstreaker had chosen that point in time to actually make himself known.

"You woke up? Because that seems to be the only believable solution if you were actually just in a really deep recharge the whole time." The golden mech watched his twin almost jump out of his form at his sudden voice before leaping up to his wheeled pedes -being wary of the child- and rolling over.

"Sunny! Did you get a look at the human sparkling? Man these organics are almost identical to our own." Sunstreaker had half a processor to clip Sideswipe's helm just for speaking the Primus forsaken name. Not in front of the children.

"How many times do I have to drill this into your processor before you finally understand? Stop calling me that." A smug grin grew over the silver mechs face-plates. And that was never a cause for celebration. Something didn't feeling right here.

"Oh really? Well, Lyla and I were having a nice little chat before your stormcloud burst through and she told me the darnedest thing. You wanna know what? Well I'll tell you." Oh frag. "She told me-"

"Sunny!" Primus smite him now.

"Pretty self explanatory, isn't it, Sunny?" Where had it all gone so wrong?