Hello everyone. Okay so I'm not a great writer, I'm not even a good writer, but it doesn't mean I don't like to write. I'm sure there are lots of people out there who know just what I'm going on about!

So please tell me what you think. Italics show talking though bonds. Bold represents talking though coms. Please read and review and please point out any spelling errors because I'm sure to have made a few as my proofreading leaves something to be desired. I hope I haven't crucified Transformers and I humbly apologise if I have.

Hope you like it. Enjoy.

In Paradise

Chapter one: Breathless

'Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less travelled by,

And that made all the difference"

- Robert Frost

Shrill laughter echoed though the Primes quarters, bouncing off the walls and dancing though the air before sharp audio receptors honed in on the sound.

Elita's optics flickered towards the door.

~: Optimus, if I come in there and find you tossing him around again, you will remember why you no longer spar with me: ~ she threatened though their bond. She felt Optimus wince slightly, and her mouth plates pulled up at one side.

~: Yes Elita: ~ was his sheepish reply. Needless to say, she soon couldn't hear the shrieking.

She sighed, smiling.

The orn before had been the most incredible day of her life since she had bonded with Optimus. That orn she had become a creator. She and Optimus had both become creators. They had formed a spark of there own. And as a smile crept over her faceplates she remembered the happenings of the previous orn, such a short time ago…

oOo

It was that time of night when the darkness began to drift away and the light began to set in. But for the most part it was dark.

Optimus lay on top of her, arching his back as his spark chamber opened in time with her own. Interfacing cables sealed into their ports, locking unlike a moment before when they could have been pulled free, as the point of no return passed. She felt their hard-line connection hit another level. She growled with lust and ran her digits along her mates' side plating. Roughly, she forced both her hands under the adjoining panels and rolled the sensitive wiring beneath between her digits.

She couldn't hear his pleasure; for the sheer power of said pleasure burned though their bond so powerfully it blocked all the outlets of her sensory receptors.

She snarled up at him, digging her digits in deeper, revelling in his explosive passion. He arched again, his chassis beginning to glow brightly as the strength of the powerful, bare and uncontained spark behind it, kept only in place by the force of his bonded, began to reach the required energy level. An energy level that could only be reached by a bonded pair, as only between two bonded bots could a life force be raised to work so hard without giving out under the sheer pressure of total interfacing.

It had taken over three joors and now they were so close. But they weren't quite there yet. Just one last push, Optimus thought. He grinned wickedly at Elita, who still had her hands embedded in the most sensitive part of frame, his lower side panels.

She had prayed on Optimus's interfacial weakness. So who would he be if he didn't return the explosion of emotions that were running riot though his frame, possibly corrupting data as they lashed through his memory chip and overheated his secondary energon lines, as his cooling systems fought a losing battle to protect both the primary line and the second? Optimus had been with Elita long enough to know the single spot on the single wire that would cause his femme to verge on an interface meltdown.

Elita saw the look. She knew what was coming. She knew the spot he was heading for. He was going to try to make this night even more memorable than it already was going to be. But Elita wasn't just going to hand herself over to him. A sly glint crossed her optics. She was going to make Optimus work for it. She grasped the wires she was playing with, and squeezed them.

Optimus released his grasp of Elita's waist, and slammed his hands down hard on her shoulder panels, almost denting the plating on her back as she hit the berth. Almost. He wasn't Ironhide after all, and nor was his femme Chromia.

He felt Elita spark though his grow stronger, calling out to his own just as it would with a regular interface of this kind, but with so much more force. There sparks were like magnets, drawing one to the other. They were so close. Optimus could feel his spark pounding against his chassis with an energy like he had never known; begging to either be closed back into his spark chamber or released to join it's other half.

He ground his digits under the armour of the femme's left upper shoulder panel. He felt the top of the motor socket powering her socket joint. He slid a digit along it to find four wires connecting it to the energon lines. It was the very first one he was looking for. The shortest, the thinnest and the most sensitive. He touched it lightly and his spark skipped at feeling Elita's sudden jolt of excitement. His slid his digit down the wire to the connector that attached the wire to the energon line. He stopped short at the connector resting his digit on the wire. Elita revved loudly. Optimus complied.

He pinched the wire between two digits and pulled gently on the wire.

Elita thrust upward at the small movement, forcing Optimus to let go. All the built up energy buzzed around them. She released Optimus's sides and grabbed him around the back of his frame, pulling him toward herself, pressing her mouth plates into his. They basked together in each others rampaging feelings, moving their mouth plating with the grain of the others.

Optimus hadn't felt this energized since they spark bonded. Somewhere in his processor his first creatorial instinct kicked it. The pre-programming that allowed him to create and raise a sparkling began booting up the moment he felt himself boarder on having the energy to create life. It was the most primal instinct that told him that his child needed him.

Optimus didn't realize the same thing had happened to Elita. Nor did he realize that it had happened at the exact same moment.

Their CPU's aligned and synchronized, their spark pulses pumping erratically with pleasure and anticipation, but for the first time, they pumped in complete unison. That only ever happened when two bonded reached the required amount of energy to create a sparkling.

Optimus pushed himself up from Elita breaking their intense kiss. It was time. They both knew. They chests were glowing blue white with the energy of the sparks they contained. Optimus positioned his chassis not a half meter above Elita's. They locked optics and a warm light passed from Elita's to his. There was nothing but pure love between their bonds now. No passion or lust, just love. That undying devotion to one another that came from being a bonded pair filling their systems. There was no greater show of love and trust between two bots than there was at this point of a total interface.

Total interfacing was dangerous if not done properly. It could be fatal. And because bonded pairs were essential tied to each other beyond death, if one died during the interface, the other would soon join them in the matrix. It was extremely rare for a bonded to survive without their mate. So to allow themselves to risk a total interface was a risk not taken lightly. But even so, fatalities were very rare. Complete unison made it difficult for anything to go wrong, even though it could.

They took one long last look at each other. They both smiled. With their minds as frames as one, they simultaneously opened their chassis and released their sparks. The bond between the sparks pulled them together. The light was blinding. A whistling static hissed from both sparks as they fled from the frames they had been trapped in, and with a whirling crash both sparks struck together with joors of pent up energy. A pure light filled the room. The power of the bots in question streaming out of their frames, joining with one another.

For the first time since there spark bonding decavorns ago, Optimus and Elita felt whole. Not simply as one, but whole. When there sparks hit each other, they bonded in a way they never had before. Now they truly understood what was meant by 'the pleasure of total interfacing', as Ironhide had put it.

It was a glorious feeling. Their sparks were not far enough away from their frames to lose a connection, proving they had overcome the dangerous part of the interface. The actual striking together of the massively energized sparks had actually only lasted a few astroseconds, but it felt that a vorn was slowly passing by, as they enjoyed the beauty of the moment. In truth, almost as soon as their sparks had connected they repelled one another, and were sent straight back into the spark casing they had come from, quickly sealed away to shield there drained life force.

All that was left between them was a tiny flickering light, suspended in place between the two bots by the built up energy still resonating from their frames. It shone brightly, buzzing with energy as it glittered in the rising light that came through the window. Elita could see the pulse going down it steadily, blazing brightly.

Optimus could feel himself being pulled towards it. He knew that feeling. It was strong and powerful. It was a bond. A bond to the new spark they had just created. Elita smiled, feeling it to.

Carefully, she reached a hand up to the spark and cupped it towards her bringing it closer to her chassis. She opened it again to the protest of her aching chassis joints that had been straining to keep her spark from escaping. She slipped the spark in and laid it gently against her spark chamber, closing her chassis again as she did. There the little spark would be safe and kept energized until they got down to med bay to allow Ratchet to put it into the sparkling frame he had made at their request. Optimus could have taken the spark instead, but seen as he had the matrix against his; it only seemed fair that Elita get to carry the spark. The spark would be safe but it would not last long in its current state. It needed to be gotten into its sparkling frame as soon as possible before it faded.

They said nothing they got up off the berth. They didn't need to. The emotions swimming around their bond were more than enough. Optimus never lost contact with Elita, neither physically or though their bond. They quickly made themselves presentable before hurrying out of their room, out of their quarters and then down to the med bay.

The halls were starting to come alive a little now. The Guard was in the process of a shift change, and a few early risers in general were starting to go about their orn. Optimus and Elita started to realize just how long they had spent creating their spark. It was no wonder that simply walking to the med bay and passing greetings to fellow bots washed them in exhaustion. The energy buzz was gone, being replaced by stiff joints, over worked motors and aching sensory receptors.

"Primus", Optimus rumbled rubbing his back subtly as he walked "I can remember the last time I was this tired". Elita passed him a drained smile, squeezing his hand tightly and reminding him of earlier…events.

"I don't think I've ever been this tired", she weakly laughed back. He smiled at her.

"It was worth it", he replied, standing a little taller, and walking with a little more dignity and purpose that was expected from the Prime and Primes Consort, as they passed the Guards protecting the chamber of the Allspark. Elita followed suite. The Guards nodded at them politely, and they inclined their heads back out of joint respect.

"Oh definatly", she almost sung back. She sounded like a youngling again with those words. Optimus smiled back grandly, his deep optics so peaceful. He couldn't remember how long Elita had wanted a sparkling. It wasn't that Optimus didn't want one; it was just that other things kept getting in the way. But now everything was stable and Cybertron was enjoying a steady peace.

Not that that pleased his brother, Megatron. The grouchy Lord Protector had been complaining to Optimus for vorns, that the Autobots were getting flabby without any real battle to hone their skills. Optimus could only laugh at his brothers complaints, replying in front of the entire Autobot assembly no less, that with him as their commander, why would they ever need to be at war to hone their skills. Optimus had seen many quickly covered smiles, smirks and grins pass across the countless lines of soldiers that stood before him. However Ironhide, Optimus's ever faithful, trigger-happy body guard had out right laughed. Megatron merely scowled. Ironhide and Optimus were among the proud and the few that could get away with laughing at the Lord Protector. The majority of the troops however, from frontliners to military tacticians, heavy-hitters to medical officers would not walk away in one piece for doing such a thing.

Optimus smiled wryly at memory. He was looking forward to seeing the look on his brother's face among others, when they discovered Elita and him had created a sparkling without their knowledge.

Elita must have been thinking something similar. "Do you think we should have told them? The others I mean; other than Ratchet. He was shocked enough when we asked him to make the first frame forty orns ago, and he still looked disbelieving yesterday", she sounded a little worried. Her free hand absently lifting up to hover over her spark…and the other. Another creatorial instinct. Protect the child.

Optimus cast her a sideways glance, reading her concerned face plates. He pulled her towards him in a rare display of public intimacy, her head only just reaching the top of his shoulders. He sent comforting signals to her.

He felt the other spark inside her weaken a little. He quickened his pace. They had to get it to its frame.

"No Elita, I think we did right by not telling them. And Ratchet was just surprised is all", he reassured. "Besides think of the reaction we'll get. Between Ironhide and Megatron babysitting me, and Chromia and Arcee watching your every move, it'll be good to show them they don't always know what going on behind closed doors". Elita had to laugh. He was right. It would be funny. And Prowl and Jazz? How would they react?

They rounded another corner and came to the entrance of the med bay. The massive double doors always looked ominous, even to the Prime, for even he knew to fear the mech inside. But they walked straight in non the less.

Ratchet was tapping away at a datapad when they knocked and entered his office, closing the door behind them. He looked up and upon seeing who it was he got straight up and whizzed over to them. He looked serious and concerned. He scanned them briefly as he did. He noted with the condition of their sparks, they had indeed achieved a total interface.

"Who has it?" was Ratchets first question.

"I do" Elita replied. Ratchet nodded. And then, as if out no where, a wrench was in his hand and with one swift movement it was slammed into Optimus's left thigh panels.

Optimus grunted but didn't say a word. A part of him had been expecting this.

"You annoying little slaggers! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Was Ratchets second question. "And what took you so long? I've been here all night and I haven't been able to get any recharge because I was too busy fearing that you two had offlined", he ranted, shoving the wrench threateningly at Optimus face. "You couldn't just have an Allspark sparkling could you, like every other Prime and partner. No, it had to be a total interface", there was anger and sarcasm in his voice and none of it came as a surprise. In fact, Elita and he had placed bets on who he would hit first. But seen as Elita had the spark, perhaps it was always going to be him. Neither Optimus or Elita blamed him for his words. He was right to be concerned. As a medic it was part of his programming.

Waving the wrench around again, the cranky CMO let a long suffering sigh blow out though his vents. He dropped his arms in defeat and he sub-spaced the wrench back into his sub-space pocket. He walked to the office door and opened it.

"Come" he said gruffly, getting over his 'the stupid Prime is trying to kill himself' fit, and now relaxing into medic mode, in order to bring another sparkling safely into the world.

Optimus and Elita followed the medic in a private room a little way into the med bay. Ratchet ushered them in and locked the door behind them. These two wanted privacy, and Ratchet was obliged by his oaths as a medic and his loyalty as their friend to give then that.

The room was simple set up. One berth in the middle surround by an assortment of scanner and monitors. A few locked cabinets hung from the walls containing medical supplies. A side board ran around the entire space, various instruments atop of it. It was an examination room.

But nothing in the room mattered apart from the tiny little form lying on the berth that was far too big for it. It was a small bundle of bright sunshine yellow. The colour? Picked entirely at random from a paint scope. Perhaps not what either of them had first imagined, but then they never really imagined being right here right now. It was a smaller than average size for a sparkling, but that didn't matter. It was a beautifully crafted frame. Ratchet had outdone himself.

"I know I said it yesterday Ratchet, but this frame is just stunning", Elita praised. Ratchet smiled back. But something else crossed his face plates…guilt, perhaps?

"Yes, about that. Well, seen as this was going to be for the sparking of the Prime and his Consort, I thought it best to get a little help with the frame", he mumbled the last bit. Elita stiffened beside him.

"From who?" Elita began interrogating, her voice a little sharp. There was the creatorial instincts again. Protect the child. She didn't like where this was going, "who did you tell?" she asked almost accusingly.

"I haven't told anyone", Ratchet half-snapped back. "I just thought it would be best if I got Wheeljack to help me. I told him it was for a noble. He may be my mate, but he is much younger than I am. I got the art of lying down well before he was even sparked. He is none the wiser", Ratchet replied, turning away from the pair and turning on the monitors that were now hooked up to the sparkling frame.

"And when he is the wiser?" Elita asked. Ratchet paused in his work and turned back to them, as slight hint of amusement on his faceplates.

"By the time he becomes the wiser Elita, I think chaos will have already ensued. Wheeljack will be my problem, Cybertron will be yours", he said with a sly smirk. The fraggin pit-spawned medic did have a point. Optimus hummed a laugh behind her. Elita just shook her head in defeat, smiling slightly as she did.

"Now", Ratchet began turning towards them. "I think we have left that spark in there quite longer enough", he gestured towards Elita chest. "It needs bringing into the world before its fades". Elita nodded, with Optimus pressing into her from behind.

Elita opened her chassis and gently guided the spark out. It was considerably weaker now than it had been upon its first creation. It was still bright, but the pulse was more irregular and strained. She passed it into Ratchets waiting hands.

The medic took hold of the spark. He picked up a scanner from the side board and directed it at it. It was weakened but still fully operational. No malfunctions. He put the scanner down allowing his own internal scanners to run a full diagnostic on the spark. All results read out clear for the go ahead.

"Everything looks fine", Ratchet said manoeuvring the spark towards the frame. He posited it above the spark chamber, letting it slide into its new home before the spark case quietly hissed shut. Ratchet closed the sparklings chest and stepped back to allow the creators to pick it up.

Instantly, a soft revving of internal systems booting up for the first time could be heard. Little digits twitched almost as soon as the spark was in its casing. And an astrosecond later, Optimus and Elita found themselves staring straight into two, tiny baby blue optics. They were staring up massively at the rose colour femme who was holding it. It squeaked in curiosity.

~:Wow:~ Optimus whispered though their bond, staring at the simply massive optics of his sparkling. ~:It's…it's..:~

~:…Beautiful:~ Elita finished for him, inwardly laughing. It wasn't often her bonded was at a loss for words. But the emotions he sent to her were more than coherent enough to project the love he held.

"All of his systems are operating properly. No malfunctions. He might have been weakened but it hasn't caused him any problems", Ratchet spoke softly.

Optimus gaze never left the sparkling, but he did register was Ratchet had said, and one part in particular.

"He?" Optimus asked, taken aback slightly.

"Yes. Congratulations, you have a newly sparked little meching", he said kindly, switching off the monitors and removing the connectors to the sparkling. He moved out of the door silently to give the new creators some time with their sparkling.

At the sound of Optimus voice, the 'newly sparkled little mechling' had cocked his head towards him, and at the sound of Ratchets, the meching had turned his head in the direction of him, transfixed on medic as his pulled chords out of his little frame. His optics followed the luminous yellow mech as he left the room. As the door clicked shut, the sparkling lurched forwards in that direction, giving out another squeak of shock. The mech had disappeared. How had he done that?

Optimus and Elita smiled at his antics. Elita ran one digit lightly head the side of his helm soothingly, balancing the sitting sparkling on her palm. The sparkling looked at her, then to Optimus and then back to her again. They both felt a strong tug in their sparks. They sent out all the love they had though the new bonds they shared with their sparkling. And in response, the little mech launched into a series of happy clicks and buzzes, shifting forward onto his knee panels and making grasping motions towards both his creators. He could feel them. He could feel them inside him. He didn't know how, but it didn't matter. A part of his processor subconsciously recognised that the spark presences' of Elita and Optimus were a direct link in his own, thus proving they were his Creators. That was the first piece of sealed data that his processor ever stored. Not that the sparkling realized what his internal programs were doing. All he knew was that these two bots were his adults, and that they loved him.

~: I know bots say this all the time but…Primus, we made one adorable sparkling: ~ Elita sent out, leaning over the sparkling and pressing her forehead against his. The mechling hugged her faceplates as she did, nuzzling her back.

Chuckling at Elita's words, Optimus bent down and gently pressed his own forehead into his sparklings. The young mech latched himself onto Optimus cheek panels and pushed himself as hard as he could into the large red and blue mech. He clicked at him, refusing to let go. This creator was different from his other. He could feel something strong pulsing along side his adult's spark. It felt warm and powerful. It felt like… safety.

Optimus simply curled his hand around the sparkling and gently tugged him free, handing him back to Elita. He knew why the sparkling had refused to let go. It was because his own spark combined with the power of the matrix seemed to draw sparklings and younglings to him. The echoing between the two calmed them. Given the chance, Optimus had often found himself swarmed by inquisitive children, trying to get a better grasp at what they were feeling. But for his own sparkling, that feeling was twinned with the creator bond. For his little spark, the pull would have been so much stronger.

"Hello, my little sweetspark" Elita murmured softly. The mechling twittered back, all but bouncing on her palm. Her voice was enchanting. It sung to him. "Welcome to this life".

~: He needs a name, Elita: ~

~: Yes, he does: ~

~: I have no preference. I will leave that to you: ~

Elita thought for a short moment, looking at the sparkling in her hand that Optimus was entertaining. Then it hit her. The name just fit.

~: Optimus I think I have one: ~

~: So soon?:~ He had been expecting Elita to take some time deliberating the name of their child.

~: Yes. It just…feels right. What do you think to the name, Bumblebee?: ~

Optimus looked at Elita and then to his sparkling. He smiled genially. Yes, he could see what she meant. It did feel right.

~: I like it. Bumblebee it is: ~

"Welcome to our family, little one", Optimus cooed, "We've been waiting for you. We'll never leave you. You are ours and we are yours". He picked the wide opticed mechling up, and held him close between the two of them, lovingly, he tone matching. "I am Optimus Prime-

"And I am Elita One-"

"And we are your Creators", Optimus said, smiling at the excited young bot buzzing with energy in his hand.

"And you-" Elita began.

"You are Bumblebee" they said in unison.

"And you are our sparkling" Optimus finished, running a digit over the sensitive wiring under Bumblebee's chin.

The young mech smiled and laughed brightly. He did not understand all of what his creators were saying. He had limited vocabulary in his language banks. He only knew the essentials. He didn't have definitions for most words. But still, he managed to get the gist of what his creators were saying. He knew their names and now he knew his. Bumblebee. He liked that name. He liked the way it sounded. He liked his creators even more for giving him that name. But his laughter was short lived at the sound of a crash outside the door.

The change in his creators was instant. Optimus pulled him into the large mechs heavily armoured frame, shielding him. Elita sprung in front of them, poised on the balls of her feet. Both sub spaced weapons; Optimus opting for his favoured, traditional style energon sword, with Elita choosing a more modernized roll-angled plasma rifle. They would protect there child.

~ Optimus, Elita, I think it would be best if you came and greet your… visitors ~ Ratchet said over the coms, his voice lined with humour. ~ And put your weapons away, you'll scare him

Sure enough, Optimus felt Bumblebee's fear though his bond, and pulling the sparkling away from him, he saw the little mechling had curled into the smallest ball he could make. Optimus felt guilty and sent at calming signals to help soothe the little spark. Optimus lifted Bumblebee by his scruff bar and placed him back into Elita's arms, moving to the door with her as he did.

Their battle sensors started to pick up the several spark signatures from outside. They shared a puzzled look, dread slowly sinking into their sparks. They had a feeling they knew what had happened outside.

~: Do you think he did? : ~ Elita asked, stroking Bumblebee's back as he clung onto her chassis, still afraid.

Optimus shook his head slightly in amusement.

~: Of course he did: ~ he hummed back. Knowing Ratchet, he would most likely have reported the Prime being involved in a medical emergency across the coms to higher ups. And said higher ups were now on the other side of that door.

Optimus placed an arm around his femme's waist and opened the door. They stepped out, and Bumblebee peered up, still snuggled close to Elita, curiosity getting the better of him.

~: Well would you look at that: ~ Elita laughed to her mate.

~: I like this feeling. We should create sparklings more often: ~ Optimus replied, taking the situation for all it was worth, recording this moment and saving it several times to ensure he never lost it.

Megatron was standing closest. His broad, grey frame flopped forward a little in disbelief. It was difficult not to laugh at his reaction. The poor Lord Protector, for all his good grace, looked like he'd been smacked in the face with one of Ratchets wrenches.

The hulking, massive, mat-black form of Ironhide behind him, nearly fell over, unable to properly comprehend the sight before him.

Chromia stood by her mate's side, looking at Elita and the sparkling she held. She caught Elita optics and passed a beaming smile to her. Even though she was reported to be even more trigger-happy than her mate, her nature as a femme took over. She had only nine vorns ago released her and Ironhide's second sparkling into its adult frame. Ironhide didn't want another for a while, but this new development was sure to quell the feisty femme's needs.

And a little way off to the side of them, Ratchet and a particularly small, light grey, mech, only slightly larger than a minibot, were leaning over the source of the crash.

Prowl. It appeared the mechs extremely advanced battle computer had not been able to handle the surprising news that Optimus and Elita had to offer, and it had overloaded causing a processor crash. That of course, had resulted in his relatively large frame hitting the floor, which was what had startled the new creators.

When the door had opened however, the smaller mech had looked up and away from Prowl, his mate, and even though surprise was written over his face plates, a cheeky grin was quickly spreading across them instead. Jazz was like that. He loved surprises, mainly because it was so hard to surprise special ops agents. He was clearly very happy at this new development.

And that left Ratchet who, after helping coax a now sitting, slowly rebooting Prowl out of stasis lock, looked up. Optimus gave him a disapproving look, but he couldn't keep it. In the blink of an optic, his gaze became warm and thankful. After all he had much to thank Ratchet for. He was much older than he was. Ratchet was the acclaimed medic he was now before Optimus had even been sparked. Optimus couldn't bring himself to be mad at the medic, simply because he had gone behind his back, and obviously honed in on their voices, playing the last part of their naming Bumblebee across the com lines. At least Optimus and Elita had gotten to see all their reactions.

But for Bumblebee, meeting all these new bots was just too much. They were staring at him, and he felt intimidated. They looked so big, and the way they were looking at him, scared him. He cringed back into Elita warm frame, knowing there he would be safe. But curiosity was too much for him to handle as well. One little bright blue optic carried on scanning the room, taking in everything and everyone, until eventually, he caught sight of the yellow mech that could disappear. Bumblebee jolted forward in wide curious shock. He wanted to be able to be able to disappear and reappear like that bot could. Bumblebee looked up to Elita, tugging on one of her chest plates to get her attention, before turning back towards Ratchet, pointing a little digit in his direction. He looked back up to Elita still pointing at Ratchet and he clicked at her, making his wishes known.

Click. Buzz. Click. Twitter. Chirrup. Buzz. Click.

And just as Ratchet had foretold, chaos ensued.

Thank you for reading, hoped you all enjoyed it.

Please review and tell me what you think. Please don't hate me if I haven't got the attitudes of the character right. I'm don't have all that much knowledge of the Transformers G1 series other than what I have read though other fanfictions. If you like it though, I have started another chapter and have a story planned out. This was more of an information chapter and a set up for the future. But there isn't much point continuing if you don't like it, and I'm all for a bit of honest criticism, just please go about in a nice way.

Btw, as far as I am aware the concept of total interfacing is my idea. I've read a lot of peoples own ideas about how transformers can create life beside the use of the Allspark, and I liked the ideas. This just came to me as I was writing it. I liked the way creating life outside of the Allspark could be dangerous, which was why only bonded pairs, something rare in itself, could create life by themselves. This way, it still allowed for the fact that the Allspark was needed for the continued survival of the Cybertronian race. Just to clarify, total interface sparkling are uncommon, making up only around 10% of all sparklings.

Lots of people have started naming chapters after matching songs to them so I thought I would join on the band wagon. The song for this chapter is "Breathless" by the Corrs.