#rbboulder

Oh did I mention Anomaly Blades has fangs?

"Perhaps a bit too well... They have a habit of trying to nest on me and then get upset when I move."

"Oh good, you've arrived just in time." Boulder gave a chuckle as he exited the Spacebridge, "I pretty much dropped everything, Ratchet." He shook the medic's hand, and then his face became serious again. "I told the others I'd be back as soon as I could and I'll bet the recruits were super confused, but you made it sound urgent." "It is... Follow, I'll take you to him." The rescue bot followed the medic down the streets and to a small medical station not far from the Spacebridge Nexus. A call from Cybertron wasn't a common occurrence, or one of this level of importance. The room they entered was very quiet, and he searched the room for the bot he was asked to meet. "Over there, under the table..." Boulder looked, and his optics widened just a little. "Oh...You poor sparkling..." In the darkness, all he could see was a pair of red optics, but they were so small. This tiny sparkling couldn't possibly be much bigger than his fist. Boulder got down on his hands and knees a little bit from the table, trying to make his massive size as compact and small as he could make himself. "Hey...Hey there..." He didn't move for several seconds, and then very slowly scooted closer, little by little. After several minutes, he'd reached the table's edge, and he reached a hand out towards them. They hesitated for several moments, and then they began to move, hesitating every few seconds, until they were enough out of the dark for Boulder to see him. He could fit in one of Boulder's palms easily, and the tiny, silvery sparkling resembled a rabbit, his little nose twitching as he stood up a little bit to sniff Boulder's hand. He was shaking like a leaf, but not just from fear, but also because he was weak and tired. He refused to eat, and yet Ratchet thought the gentle giant of a Rescue Bot could do just that; rescue him. Boulder fought back a growl that was threatening to escape, how could this innocent child's parent just dump him on the street like this? It took a few more minutes, but they finally became brave enough to climb into his hand, and he carefully and slowly moved until he could hold them close to his chest. The warmth of his spark pulsed through the metal, and the rabbit-bot finally relaxed, resting his helm against Boulder, his ears flopping down. "See?" Ratchet expressed, "I knew you could get him to trust you." Boulder brushed the sparkling's head with one finger, "I'll do the best I can to get him healthy again..." His lips curled into a smile, "...My only concern is that I might not be able to give him back." Ratchet grinned, "If there's anywhere that this little animech can recover and get strong again, it's with you and your team, Boulder." Boulder looked down at the sparkling, "...I think I'll call you...Hopscotch."

Below: Boulder with his adopted son, Hopscotch.