Thank you to everyone that sent me any type of condolence; wether it was a kind comment, or a PM offering to talk. You may never understand how much I appreciated it.

Now, as promised, this story will continue! Enjoy this new addition :D

The drone quickly came back with the prod that his commander had requested, and gave the device to the thin grey flyer.

"Ahh, now let's try this again." The mech said with a dangerous smirk as the prod hissed and crackled with a type of purple electricity. "Where is the Autobot base!"

"Sure, right after you take that prod and stick it up your- AHHHH!"

The flyer's smirk turned into a grin, as he watched the human convulse in the air. "As I imagined, human nervous systems and energon don't mix."
He took the prod away from the human, and his grin widened as a thought came to his processor. "I wonder what it would do to that sparkling."

"N-no." Fowler slurred, his head lolling to the side, as he fought to stay conscious.

"It would be purely scientific." The mech chuckled darkly, turning away from the man and back to the drone that was waiting by the doorway. "Go get the human sparkling from Soundwave; tell him that you're going to transport it back to the surface."

"Yes sir." The drone saluted, before leaving the chamber.

Emily looked up at the faceless purple bot, tears starting to pour down her face, as the mech walked through the maze-like halls of the ship.

"I-I. want. my. momma!" She sobbed. Soundwave stopped and looked at the little human, analyzing her as her intakes hitched and she began gasping for air.

The mech felt something settle in his tanks, as he watched her face turn red, and her breathing worsened. He began searching his data base for some bit of information that would help him.
He found a parenting website, and looked at the first step: Why is your child crying?

"Why?"

Emily continued wailing, ignoring the mech. "I w-wan-wanna. go. h-home!" She screamed, stopping to cough before the wailing continued. "I-I want. m-my. momma!"

The mech was starting to get flustered, and quickened his pace to his quarters, before swiftly locking the door behind him.

The child continued to scream and cry, and it was starting to get under the information officer's plating. He quickly pulled the website back up and looked down the list of tips, before settling on the 12th one: Often times, playing music will calm the child down, and capture their attention.
Soundwave then looked up many popular human sparkling songs, and selected one; playing the music through his speakers.

"On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed."

Emily's wailing quietened, and she looked up a the purple mech.

"It rolled off the table,
And onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled right out the door."

Soundwave watched as the sparkling's breathing settled into a hiccup, and she stopped leaking.

"It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush."

"The mush was as tasty,
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree."

The child giggled, and wiped her hand across her face, that was retuning to its' normal color.

"The tree was covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce."

"So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold into your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze."

Soundwave watched, as the human sparkling giggled and clapped her hands as she looked up at him. Her optics and olfactory sensor were still tinged red from her meltdown, but there was no trace of the sadness that had blanketed the child's features moments ago.

"There, all better?" A cheery recording rang from the mech's speakers, as he lightly ran a finger over the femme's blond hair.

She nodded vigorously, and quickly hugged the Decepticons mask. "Thank you." She whispered sweetly, as she mech gently pryed her off and sat her back in his palm.

"You're welcome." John Wayne's voice replied.

Suddenly, somebot began beating on the door.

"Officer Soundwave." Came the voice of a drone. "I have been sent to take the sparkling, and send it back to the planet's surface, since she is no longer of use."

The faceless purple mech held the sparking closer to his frame, knowing full well that Starscream would never just let the sparkling go like that.

He looked down to the child, and she looked at him. She didn't even understand what was happening, but she looked at him, and he could feel that she was trusting him to keep her out of harms way.

The drone knocked again. "Officer Soundwave."