Ratchet, the veteran medic of the Autobots, was busy inside the medical bay. His collar-length white hair was frazzled over its orange central stripe as his gloved hands flew over the labs controls. He shot across the white walled room to grab a round key off the grey metal desk behind him. He inserted the key into a small cylindrical hole. He took a shaky breath as he turned the key.

If I start too fast... the new Autobot will come out disabled, maimed ...

Or maybe even worse.

He swept his white and orange medic trench coat out of the way as he deactivated the stasis around the Spark. The liquid in the tank holding the small, pulsing blue orb began to whirr and shift. The Spark stopped pulsing and began to shine, faint at first then brighter. The liquid spun around like a glowing hurricane. A silhouette of light surrounded the Spark, with it positioned where the heart would be.

Soon the bright silhouette began to fade, revealing bit by bit a person underneath. A fair colored hand, then a light blue and black armored arm emerged. Soon a black haired head highlighted with light blue was visible, a black and light blue armored body, and armored boots. The person stirred as the liquid in the chamber drained away.

Ratchet breathed out in awe... he had helped Cybertronians be born this way before, but it was always an astounding event. He watched in amazement as the new being awoke. He blinked and looked up; his bright Energon purple eyes studied his surroundings. He looked down at himself, and then raised a hand and examined it. A look of amazement crossed the young man's face. His armor brightened as a ripple of light crossed over the youth, creating a shiny top coat over the new armor.

Ratchet smiled.

Amazing.

Ratchet turned as hearing a knock at the door behind him. He crossed the grey tiled floor and opened it. A noble, veteran Autobot and a nervous Smokescreen stepped into the room. The veteran looked to be forty, though his Energon blue eyes held the memories of a thousand battles. His blue and red hair was cropped short, and his face held a caring and wise expression. His legs and waist were protected with blue armor decorated with red flames; while his arms, torso, and chest were armored in the exact opposite design. He had a blue and silver helmet tucked under his right arm.

"Ratchet," He said, his voice deep but kind. "Has the procedure finished?"

Ratchet nodded "Yes Optimus."

He opened the chamber that held the new Autobot. The young man turned at the sound of the door opening. He examined his new visitors. Optimus Prime stepped through the opening, with Smokescreen close behind. The youth regarded them curiously, with guarded caution. Optimus nodded a greeting.

"Welcome to the world, my friend. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. This is my warrior companion Smokescreen."

Smokescreen nodded at the youth, who copied the gesture, causing a piece of his chin length black and blue hair to fall into his eyes.

"I'm afraid you have arrived in a troubled time. We are in the middle of a terrible war. Our enemies, the Decepticons are fast winning. You are a welcomed friend in this time."

The young man smiled.

"I would be honored to help Optimus. Although I'm not exactly sure what I am to do." He said with a nervous grin. His voice was only a tad deeper than smokescreen's.

Optimus smiled.

"Do not worry friend, your training shall begin soon. For now, we need to settle the matter of your name."

The youth nodded. Optimus turned to his counterpart.

"What is your input Smokescreen?" He asked.

Smokescreen stiffened in surprise, Optimus rarely asked for input from the lower soldiers. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around nervously.

"Well... I-I haven't named an Autobot before sir..." He stammered.

He looked at the young man. His anxious purple eyes were trained on him, his head slightly tilted. A brief moment of connection went through the two, causing smokescreen to regard the young man. He seemed to look about his age, even though he had just been born. His armor was a strange mix of spikes and smooth plates... and who knew what his alt mode was. He was a perfect fusion: agility and brawn... spike and sleek... kind and dangerous.

"Fusion." He whispered.

He met the youth's gaze. A flash of satisfaction flickered through his new friend's eyes. He smiled. Optimus nodded in approval.

"Fusion it shall be. You two seem to have quite a lot in common. Smokescreen will be your protector and companion."

Fusion nodded, a relieved expression crossed his face.

"Thank you sir." He said softly.

Smokescreen walked over and laid a hand on Fusion's shoulder, he wanted to refuse the position... but there was something about Fusion that made him nod instead.

"Good, I'll leave you two to get acquainted." Optimus said. He turned and walked out the doorway.

Optimus motioned to Ratchet; he pulled him into the hall outside the chamber. He leaned close.

"Ratchet, do my eyes deceive me or does our new comrade have purple eyes?" He whispered.

Ratchet glanced at the youth from his place near the door. Fusion was talking with Smokescreen; Ratchet noticed his eyes actually were purple, but a bluer shade.

"No... it's not your eyes old friend." Ratchet replied, his face went serious.

Optimus sighed.

"I fear our friend is of Decepticon birth, however to become of that blue hue... he must've had an Autobot parent as well."

"Or....." Ratchet trailed off, he glanced nervously at the floor. "I mean he does...."

Optimus frowned in thought, he stroked his stubble laden chin. He turned his back to Ratchet.

"It is possible.... However I do not think of him as a family man. However a CNA reading should be done.... Just to be certain." He said.

"Yes Optimus." Ratchet replied, he walked back into the chamber.

He sighed and picked up a small syringe from the grey supply table.