A thing I have written when I found a picture on tumblr of Megatron walking and finding a Kitycon Starscream peeking out of a cardboard box. Most likely, this will be made into a chapters series, although I am wanting more comments on it before I do. I don't wanna get serious about it and not have anyone commenting on it, you know? Reviews and constructive criticism is welcomed.

It was probably a near as normal day as it could get in Kaon. The streets were bustling, and for once had a shine to them that he had never seen in near a millennia. The large mech walked with his peds near scraping against the cracked pavement, humming to himself as he went along. Most other bots walking past, though not many in general out and about, were weary to get out of his way, though trouble was not one thing he was looking for at the moment. He looked rather well respected, and cleaned up, for a resident of Kaon, although a seemingly bored expression was wore on his faceplates. Most who passed him gave him weary glances, however he spared none for anyone else but to those ahead; and even then, he seemed to be staring rather blankly through his reading-like glasses. Above, the sun shone brightly, not a cloud in sight for miles; and yet, the blue sky above had a red and rusted tint to it that would normally make others' weary of it. The residence of this city, however, were quite used to the sights and smells, and thus did not seem the least bit worried about the colors above.

Everything was remotely normal in Kaon that day, everyone doing their day to day business as usual and going about visiting friends and neighbors as they would have been. The silver mech, walking in no obvious hurry to be anywhere, seemed to be doing just as much as his normal activates as he always did, and for the moment seemed at ease. He walked in silence, although his expression for the moment emotionless as he went along, red optics dim as he slowly gave a tug on his scarf to tighten it; for a bright day in Kaon, it felt chilly, however, being one of the more outer lying cities of Cybertron, was farther north, and tended to get chilly more often than not during some seasons. Just another one of the normalities in Kaon, it seemed. What didn't seem normal, however, was a small brown cardboard box up ahead.

Being the curious type, the silver mech quietly moved closer for inspection. Taking a look around, as if in trouble for something, the mech gave the box a curious look just as something inside of it moved around. On the side of the box facing the street, there was a white piece of paper on it. 'Take Me,' it said, with an arrow pointing from the second word and up to the top of the box. A clawed servo appeared, grasping the side of the box. Instead of just swiftly passing like the box as planned, the silver mech slowed down, his servos clenching in his jacket pocket as he stared curiously at the creature emerging from the top of the open box.

The little kitty on, silver with a red crest on it's forehelm and a few other, much more darker grey, markings on face and the rest of it's body, poked it's head out, a slightly frightened expression on it's face as he looked down at it, servos clenching the side of the box in anxiety. The silver mech slowed to a stop in front of the box, taking one more look around to the street and passer-byes, who seemed to have little interest in he or the creature in the box, the mech turned back, and, rather slowly, as not to frighten the kitty con any more, knet down in front of the box to get a closer look. His going slow didn't seem to help much; as he began lowering down, the little kittycon gave a yelp of surprise and with a jump, fell backwards onto his rump before scuttling backwards to the other side of the box.

Now that he had moved closer and the kittycon had shifted into a different position, the silver mech could see two new details; one was a red mark on the kittycon's chassis that matched the crest on his forehelm. The other detail was quite surprising, in the least; the kittycon had a pair of wings! They were lined with a red strip running an inch or so from the edge of the wing that started from his back and lined the wing all the way to where it touched his back again. In the middle of his wings, was a small blotch of red, however the rest of him was completely grey. The little kittycon, whimpering as he pressed up against the back of the box, was shivering, although the silver mech could not weather it was from the cold or because he was afraid of him.

Smiling, the large mech slowly reached a servo out to him and spoke softly, yet with a small rumble in his voice, "Don't worry, little one. I won't hurt you." The little creature's ears flickered slightly as he whimpered, flinching away from the servo held out to him as he gave the large mech a weary look with red optics. "Don't worry, come here," the mech tried again with a small gesture, although going no further for fear of scaring of him even more.

The kittycon seemed to look him up and down - at least look at what he could see - before slowly pushing himself off of the side of the box and hesitantly making his way towards the offered servo. He seemed to take a moment to look it over, as if expecting something to pop out of it, before inspecting it with a servo of him own; taloned digits ghosting over the larger servo before he leaned over, sniffing it. Finally, the fur covered helm began to push itself against the large servo, of which could nearly fit around such a small creature's helm in the first place, and then, much to the large mech's amusement, the kittycon began to purr; his chassis seeming to rumble as he enjoyed the treatment. Now smiling, the mech began scratching the creature's helm as he began to rub against his servo.

"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" the silver mech asked. The kitty con paused in it's nuzzling to look up innocently with it's watery optics, however it never once ceased it's purred. His smiling growing a bit bigger, the mech asked, "Now what's a little thing like you doing in a cold place like this, hm?"

The kittycon took a moment to look down at it's current 'house,' tail and ears drooping down sadly from where they were previously happy from the treatment he was receiving. The mech couldn't help but stop his digits, either, now feeling guilty that he had said anything.

"M-my owner d-didn't want me anymore," the kittycon spoke softly, however with a hint of sadness and seeming on the verge of tears.

The mech couldn't help but frown slightly at this bit of news. Didn't want him anymore? But this little creature was so, well, cute. Why would him anymore? It wrong to put such an innocent creature on the streets anyone, much less one that could not fend for itself. Or at least, it seemed that he could not. The silver mech, now feeling guilty for the kittycon, looked around him again before back down.

"Well, it's obvious that he was wrong to leave you out here in such a state when the weather is just getting colder," the mech informed. The kittycon looked back up at him now, curious as he leaned his helm more into the large servo. Again, the mech smiled. "Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't to come stay with me, get out of this weather?" The kittycon's optics widened in surprise.

"You-you'd really do that?" he asked with a small sniffle, before frowning and looking down sadly again. "I-I don't know if t-that's a really good idea…." The silver mech merely smiled at the little kittycon, and started to scratch the back of his helm again in order to soothe him.

"It'll be no trouble," he rumbled quietly as the kittycon relaxed a bit more, and again began purring at the gentle touch. "I would feel bad leaving you out here to probably freeze to death, too." Again, the kittycon's optics widened at the thought. Smirking, the silver mech scratched the kittycon's ears soothingly and asked, "What's your name, little one?"

"S-Starscream," said the kittycon with a little hesitation, scuttling closer to the mech that was giving him such nice treatment. Glancing up at the big mech, optics still watery, the kittycon tilted his head into the large mech's palm in question and asked, "W-What's yours?"

Smiling as the little kittycon relaxed, the silver mech informed softly, "Megatron. You may call me Megatron, little one."