Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro
Warnings: Sparkling antics and WAFF.
Notes: I wrote this one around Mother's Day of this year, which I redubbed in my head as Mother-Creator's Day. I just figured it was fitting since Screamer is technically 'mommy' XD Firewire and Windsong are the creations of my own twisted mind (but that doesn't keep 'em from being cute little pitspawn!)
It was incredible just how protective and affectionate seekers could be, yet there was no denying that familial loyalty ran much deeper than any military programming ever would.
A faint smile crossed the watcher's dermaplating as one of the tiny sparklings attempted to climb out of the play pen for the tenth time, only to be gently picked up and returned to his sibling's side. Firewire glared harshly through the azure optics he'd inherited from his code-writer and chirred in irritation at his bearer, who gave him a scolding look before gently scratching a delicate wing. Windsong giggled before pouncing her annoyed sibling and nuzzling him, chirping in delight at yet another failed escape attempt on his part.
"The winglets being too active today?" the watcher finally asked, grinning in full as deep red optics turned to meet his. There was more than a bit of exasperation in the mech's gaze, and a bit of tiredness, but it was obvious that Starscream didn't mind either the interruption or the sparklings' antics (especially since they were now keeping one another entertained).
"Winglets are always active," the former Decepticon air commander remarked with a faint grin. "Wire, however, is doing his best to be the most active winglet to ever be created. And considering that I know for a fact that you were just like this at his age, I've decided that you are never going to be his babysitter."
Skywarp snorted and shook his head. "Hey, they don't get it from me and you know it, Screamer." The darker seeker grinned as his trine mate turned abruptly and snatched Firewire by the scruff bar as the sparkling clamored from his pen once more. "I'm pretty sure he's got your stubbornness and your charming mate's temperament."
"We'll know for sure when he starts throwing things at Lamborghinis," Starscream shot back even as he recalibrated his energy field to sooth the annoyed mechling that was chattering at him in annoyance. "Then again, I'm fully expecting his first real word to be unfit for mixed company."
"As much as the pair of you swear, you'll be lucky if either of their first words is something you won't be embarrassed about."
The mostly-white seeker smirked and was about to reply when Windsong began chirping for attention. Starscream shot his trine mate an apologetic look before moving to pick up the femme winglet and tucking her against his chest as well. The twins took up so much of the mech's time lately, but it was obvious that Starscream utterly adored his creations even if neither of them were 'pure' seekers given that their code-writer was a groundling; most seekers shunned 'groundpounders' as they called non-seekers, but Starscream had always been somewhat contrary.
Skywarp honestly didn't see the attraction, but he did have to admit that the couple had created a couple of adorable sparklings and that Starscream seemed much happier than he had ever been before hooking up with Ratchet.