Moving Day

"Are we going to be in those hangars?" The sparkling hoisted herself up to look over Optimus's shoulder at the new base. Unit members hustled inside the low buildings quickly and quietly.

The Prime glanced down at her. "Yes, Miko, we are."

"Are my parents going to be in the hangars this time?"

"Unless they have reconsidered the yearly living arrangement agreement, then I suspect not."

A mischievous grin flickered across the young Pretender's face. "How far down does that cliff go?"

"...I am not setting you down so that you can find out, Miko."

Optimus pretended not to hear the half-grown sparkling grumbling that Rafael would have been allowed to investigate the cliff.

"Only," he retorted gently, "during his visits with Soundwave. He certainly will not allowed to do that here. And neither will you, dear one."

"Oh you never let me do anything fun!" Miko teased.

"Well I am afraid that you'll have to take that up with Bulkhead."

More silly in between stuff from my old story, though this part wasn't composed until today.