Rescue Our Bots

Prowl + Ultra Magnus = Chase
Bulkhead + Wheeljack = Boulder

Firestar + Inferno = Heatwave
Springer + Arcee = Blades

TFP + Rescue Bots

{I saw something on Tumblr but for the life of me, can't find the post as to who asked the question, but it dropped a plot bunny into my head. It went something like, "… I think Chase of Rescue Bots is the son of Prowl and Ultra Magnus."}

~~00~~

Laying on his side, Ultra Magnus looks down on his sleeping mate. A soft smile comes to the older mech's lips as he recalls how he met Prowl. If it hadn't been for a few of his reckless Wreckers, he never would have met this wonderful mech he now shares a spark with.

It seems like a life time ago that the Wreckers had left their fort to go into town for a 'bachelor party'. Inferno and Firestar had finally decided to bond and thus a night off base with lots of drinking was in order. Drunken Wreckers always reeks havoc on a local town. This time though, when General Ultra Magnus came to get his soldiers out of the 'pokey', there was a new Enforcer on duty.

A hard nosed black and white Praxian by the name of Prowl. Even though these are soldiers of the Cybertronian Army (and a few of the Search and Rescue division) he would not give them a break. Prowl was of course respectful to the much decorated and respectable General, but also made it clear that as soldiers, these mechs' behavior was unbecoming of their rank and duties.

Prowl was expecting Ultra Magnus to pull rank on him and tell him where to 'stick it'. It took him completely by surprise when Ultra Magnus agreed fully with a simple but heavy sparked sigh, "Indeed." He took the release form from Prowl and signed it without another word.

Ultra Magnus had been expecting this local officer to get his doorwings all in a twitter about the soldiers not being above local laws. It took him completely by surprise that Prowl was upset that the Wreckers had disrespected themselves as loyal Soldiers. If anything, it made Ultra Magnus' spark flush with warmth. Prowl saw the soldiers as honorable citizens.

As Magnus handed the pad back and Prowl took it, their hands stilled and optics locked onto each other. In unison, their cheeks flushed and from there… the spark wants what the spark wants.

Magnus runs a hand softly between those relaxed door wings. Prowl nuzzles his face into his mate's broad chest muttering his name. Magnus lays his helm back down to his own pillow, pressing a kiss to the white helm top on the way. "Sleep well my mate and sparkling."

~~0~~

Within a matter of cyber-weeks, Ultra Magnus is tucking his mate into berth again, but this time Prowl's arms are tenderly holding their little blue mech. Ultra Magnus crouches down smiling brightly. Even though his hands are large, they are also very tender. He caresses a tiny antenna bud that certainly comes from his own genes like the smaller coupe frame comes from Prowl.

"He's precious, Prowl. I never in my life ever thought I would find a spark mate, let alone have a sparkling of our very own."

Although Prowl is tired from birthing their heir, his spark swells in twice as much love. "What do you mean?" He enjoys these spark-to-spark talks with Magnus. There has been no one else he has ever felt comfortable enough to share his complex feelings with.

Magnus gives a chuff of amusement as the infant sucks on his thumb. "I'm old, rigid, and as my team likes to say, crotchety."

Prowl chuckles lightly himself. "Well, you know they say I have so many glitches that I don't know how to care."

Magnus joins that chuckle. If any of those crazy mechs could see them now or even the passionate night their sparkling was conceived, they would be the ones glitching-out. "Well I guess our little Chase will prove them all wrong, my love."

Prowl lifts his chin to gain a warm and precious kiss from his humble yet sexy sparkmate. Magnus can feel his spark about to burst with all the love he has for not just Prowl, but their little gift of love.

~~0~~

Chase was born a vorn after Inferno and Firestar's mech Heatwave. A couple vorns later, Bulkhead and Wheeljack take the plunge to bond resulting in the creation of Boulder. Now for Springer and Arcee it isn't like they aren't trying, but it is just so hard for her lighter frame to hang onto the sparklings. All of the Wreckers worry together when Springer announces Arcee is expecting again… As much as finding out someone is carrying should be a time of joy, it's an intense time of worry for all of them. They all agreed, of any of them, Springer and Acree deserve to have a little sparkling.

Anxiously they all count each day the sparkling holds to his mother's small frame as a blessing. Still, he arrives early. Topspin and Firestar work fast and with round the clock care, Blades makes it through delivery. Yes he spends extra cycles in the incubator that none of the other Wrecker-sparklings had to endure, but he survives. It makes his parents a bit more nervous and… well maybe this is where Earth parents coin the phrase 'Helicopter Parents.'

~~0~~

As time passes, and tension on Cybertron increases, the Wrecker-parents all agree, something needs to be done to protect their little gifts of life. More and more often the soldiers are being called out to help quell the rising riots.

One night the riots come too close to Arcee and Springer's home. Springer is on duty at the base when Arcee calls him as she runs out the back. Springer and Inferno met her half way. Wailing sparkling stuck to her front with one arm, she fires her plasma pistol behind her with the other as she runs for their lives. Springer leaps from vehicle-mode to helicopter-mode to strafe the mass while Inferno gets her out of there and back up to the fort.

The next day, all the Wreckers bring their families inside the fort walls. That night after all the little ones are bedded down, the parents meet in the General's quarters. Yes Chase is living inside the fort now, but Prowl refuses to leave his duties as local Enforcer. If anything, now more than ever he feels it is his duty to protect his innocent citizens.

Everyone can see the lines of worry etching deeper and deeper into the older warrior's face with each riot that breaks out. He pours everyone a shot of his med-grade. Not high-grade for everyone is on alert these days, but certain a little something to knock the edge off.

"War is coming, it's just a matter of time," he finishes pouring. "Seen it before."

Wheeljack nods, "General, what are you thinking?"

Arcee takes a deep breath, "Is there any place safe for the sparklings? Not just ours, but any of them?"

"With all these riots, Prowl told me that there is a group in Crystal City that is trying to train Rescue Bots." He turns to Inferno and Firestar, "Your old commander."

Inferno nods but it's Firestar that pipes up. "I heard that, too. In fact… Inferno, they asked me to go. But I didn't want to leave you."

Inferno gives her a soft smile then presses his lips to her forehelm. "I love you, but I also love Heatwave. I can't bear the though of him taking a life. I would much rather he be saving one."

Bulkhead leans in to Firestar, "If you go, could you take Boulder with you?"

Wheeljack nods. "He's got such a tender spark, that I just don't think he could handle seeing death."

Ultra Magnus looks down into his cube. "Chase will have a double target on him. One as a General's son, second for an Enforcer's. As much as Prowl and I want to believe we can protect him, the truth of the matter is, we know we can not and protect Cybertron."

Firestar sighs. "What you guys don't know, is that they won't be training on Cybertron. It will be on of the outlaying asteroids. The plan is to put a bunch of them in stasis and only pull out a couple teams at a time to ensure we have enough when -if- this war ends."

Arcee grips Springer's hand. "It sounds good for Chase, but only if someone he knows goes with him. I don't want him to be alone and I don't want him to think we abandoned him."

Ultra Magnus reaches out to cover their hands. "I order you to tell them that you love them and are sending them to train as Rescue Heroes. Just like their parents will be doing down here, trying to rescue their home. I know that's what Prowl and I will be doing."

Arcee looks up into Springer's optics, "What do you think?"

Springer looks over to Firestar, "Will you go with them? Look after our sparklings?"

Firestar nods tearfully, "Only if you look after my sparkmate for me, Springer."

Springer thumbs towards Ultra Magnus, "Nah, that's his job."

A light chuckling goes around the table. Arcee grips Magnus' hand back, "Maybe we can try convincing Prowl to go with her? I'll see what I can do to help Elita round up more recruits?"

Magnus gives her a weak smile, "If you can convince my stubborn sparkmate to leave his city and train the sparklings into Rescue Bots, I'll promote you to Commander."

Inferno snickers, "Hey, she managed to convince Springer to bond with her. Anything is possible!" More chuckling goes around.

In the end, Arcee is successful in getting Prowl to help escort Firestar and twenty teams of youth to the training facility. Once they are no longer youth, but fully trained teams, they are put into stasis pods where they will be easily launched to a needed spot.

Prowl and Firestar return to the fort where they are then reassigned. To their horror, the asteroid becomes a battle ground during one of the skirmishes of the war. Both sides are horrified when the pods break loose. Some of them become collateral damage of the fight. Others are lost to float free in space. Others burn up in uncontrolled reentry to Cybertron.

Both sides retreat to their bases to mourn the loss of the innocent Bots who were to be rescuers and not soldiers. Innocents lost.

When the short cease fire is over, Wheeljack and Bulkhead have a huge fight with Ultra Magnus causing the white mech to strike out on his own. So distraught, Springer takes a small band on a demolition run leaving him a MIA. Arcee strikes out on her own too, later to link up with Optimus' team on Earth.

Firestar and Inferno join back up and travel all over Cybertron to do what they were hoping their son would do some day. Prowl stays with Ultra Magnus as long as he can, until his brother Jazz finds him. Together they decide to help Inferno and Firestar.
Ultra Magnus though, will not give up on the thought of Chase being lost not dead. Prowl gives up trying to tell him to be logical. It's not a damage to their relationship, but certainly a sore spot. He leaves Cybertron knowing that Prowl will be safe with Jazz and with the promise to return with their son. Prowl just accepts the kiss and sends him Primus-speed as he leaves in his ship Sledgehammer.

~~0~~

As much as Ultra Magnus and Arcee are loyal to Optimus and the Autobots, the pain of their missing mechs is something they never revealed to him. Prime had no idea they had sparklings let alone ones trained to be Rescue Bots. Prime has kept them a secret with only Bumblebee knowing.

Months, almost a year, goes by until that one fateful day. The Rescue Bots call in for their standard check in at a time when Optimus is unavailable. As acting Second Commander, Ultra Magnus takes the call. When Chase's face comes on the monitor, both mechs stall.

Ultra Magnus' chin actually warbles, but he can not speak. Chase stutters, "Sire? Is it really you?"

"Chase?" Magnus finally croaks out.

"Yes, it's I. Is Creator there too?" The smaller blue mech bites his lip having thought for all these vorns his beloved and highly targeted parents were dead.

Ultra Magnus shakes his head, "I'm sorry, no. I haven't heard from him in a very long time. Are you alright?"

Before he can answer though, Wheeljack chases Arcee into the room, "I'ma gonna get you this time you little- CHASE?!" Wheeljack screeches to a halt when he catches a glimpse of his son's dear friend. Wheeljack's cry brings Bulkhead and Arcee dashing back into the room.

"Arcee! Wheeljack! Bulkhead!" Chase cries out, tears and all.

Those names have the other Rescue Bots on Griffin Rock dropping everything to dash over the screen and it becomes a muddled conversation as everyone tries to talk at once.

Finally Ratchet comes in yelling about all the noise. "WHAT THE FRAG IS GOING ON?!"

Silence and all optics fall on the medic. Ultra Magnus puts a hand up to let all know he will take control of the situation. "Ratchet, please hold the base. Arcee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and I must got to these Rescue Bots."

Ratchet shakes his finger tisking, "Nu-ha. Not happening. SIC or not, Ultra Magnus you are not leaving this base until-"

Ultra Magnus thrust a finger at the screen and then he leans into the red and white face. "We are going to our sparklings, and that is final."

Ratchet's optics go stark wide to the information. Ultra Magnus punches in the coordinates Chase gives him and the ground bridge opens.

"Call us if you have any problems, other than that, I can not guarantee when we will be back," Magnus softly says this time.

Ratchet gives him a warm squeeze to the arm. "We shall be just fine, take all the time you need."

Ultra Magnus gives him a soft nod and then follows his peers through the ground bridge.

On the other side, the parents are rushing through. Boulder is crushed between both his parents. Chase finds his sire sinking to his knees before him and clasping him tightly. Arcee has to look up to her son who has grown so much.

Heatwave keeps waiting for one of his parents to come through the bridge. But when it closes his helm sinks. "I knew it was too good to be true."

He starts to walk away but finds himself being wrapped in Bulkhead's arms. "I don't know where you think you are going, but we Wreckers take care of what's ours. And Heatwave, you are ours. I am so glad to see you alive."

Heatwave drops his head to Bulkhead's chest, "Where are they?"

"Son, I don't know, but as long as you have us, and your team, you are never without family." He caresses Heatwave's helm just the way Inferno used to rock his little mech through the fort's halls. Just like those nights, Heatwave snuffles his tears into a sturdy chest.

They have no idea how long the reunion goes on, until the bridge opens again. This time Optimus walks through. A huge smile spreads across his face.

"So it's true?"

Ultra Magnus beams his own bright smile back. "Yes, Optimus, it's true that Wreckers have families."

Optimus chuckles warmly and they all join in. Sure they all know that wasn't the question being asked, but it gets answered just the same breaking anther stereotype: Ultra Magnus does have a sense of humor.

Ultra Magnus answers an unasked question. "Prime, Earth does feel like home."

Optimus leans over to pat his dear friend's shoulder as he sits beside his sweet blue son. "Good."
Then he shakes his head lightly scratching behind an antenna. "You know, I don't know why I didn't see it before, but now I can completely see the resemblance between you and Prowl."

Chase looks up to his leader. "Thank you, Sir. I think that's the greatest compliment you could ever give me."

Optimus looks over each of the young Rescue Bots. With Heatwave being the only one without a natural parent with him, Optimus crouches down before him. "Do not give up hope, Heatwave. Who knows how many miracles Primus still has in store."

Heatwave beams to the tender support he has been given not just by his parent's teammates, but by the leader he very much looks up to. "Optimus, if anything, this is an encouragement to me."

Optimus nods.

The next statement nearly brings Optimus to tears though. It comes from Arcee. "Optimus, don't give up on Elita either."

He pivots to look over at her and the son who bares Springer's flight abilities. "I won't, I promise."

It warms him dearly that his crew cares for his own family even though he had accidentally kept theirs a secret.

The monitor begins pinging. Heatwave and Optimus leap to look. "Meteor?"

Optimus gasps clutching a hand to his chest as his spark feels it's other half coming closer and closer. "No. Miracle."

It's followed swiftly by more incoming objects. Arcee gasps, and then Ultra Magnus. The last two falling object have Heatwave shivering. "Ooo! That feels weird."

Optimus chuckles and then motions. "Family, let's go bring them home."