AN this is kinda the jumping off point for repairs, its pre movie verse, and tells in my mind the begining of the lord high protecter's madness. there wil lprobralby be some OCCness but this is way before the war after all.
i still own nothing but the plot bunny
Part 1 birth of a prime
the city was in full celebration mode, mechs and femmes were celebrating the sparking of their Prime's sparkling. only one mech seemed put out by the celebration and stood alone on a balcony looking up at the darkening sky. he was pleased that his sparkmates were happy, how long had Elita wanted to have a sparkling? Orns at the very least. As he stared out at the stars he heard someone come up behind him and looked to see his sparkmate approaching looking quite overenergized. a cube of high-grade in one hand.
"Shouldn't you be in there with Elita?" The large silver mech asked raising one optic ridge at his mate.
"You should be too." Optimus informed him. "We've been trying so long to give her this."
"I needed some air." he explained. "Your excuse?"
"She's surrounded by other femmes," Optimus sighed, he was happy, he had sparkmates, they had their first sparkling he hoped the dimness in Elita's optics would fade now.
"So you hid?" He took the cube from his brother and downed it himself.
"Chromia and her three not to mention Ironhide and Ratchet in progenitor mode is scarring." he explained.
"It would be." Megatron agreed. The three were an odd enough trine but add in the twins and Hound and it was quite scary.
"And this is why you two are out here?" the higher sweet tones of their femme bondmate came from behind both of them and they looked at her. She stood there, her lovely rose colored armor looking soft in the dim light, she was beautiful.
"Where's Hotrod?" Megatron asked seeing her arms empty of the little orange bundle.
"With Chromia, the twins wanted to see a real sparkling, Hound saw those two and don't worry if anyone can handle a sparkling it's Chromia." There was an odd light in her optics for a second. Both of her mates moved to comfort her.
"Elita?" Optimus' deep baritone voice carried a note of concern. While Megatron wrapped one arm around her waist.
"I'm fine really." she told them. "Hotrod's healthy and online and at the moment the most cared for sparking on Cybertron and if we don't get back in there we might lose him to Chromia and her brood." she laughed and her two mechs followed after her.
They found their little sparkling not with Chromia but with Prowl and his mate. Jazz held the squirming sparkling while Prowl spoke with the twins.
"No you can not keep him." the black and white mech told them. Holding the little orange sparkling expertly, while he wiggled to trying to get to his progenitors whose sparks were close but not with him.
"Why not?" Sunstreaker the yellow one asked.
"He's not yours." Optimus said from behind them and the two jumped before the younger of the two clung to Optimus' leg.
"Optimus he's cute can't we trade you for Hound?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Hound is older then you and no you can't I don't think Chromia or Elita would like that." he told the twin trying to pry him from his leg.
"We would, thank you Prowl, Jazz." Elita took her sparkling from the younger mech.
"You are welcome Elita." he smiled, no doubt remembering his own in such situations, Prowl and Jazz already had three sparklings and two of them were at the academy. The third and youngest was somewhere among the partygoers.
"Yeah reminds me o' our trouble makers." Jazz agreed "makes me miss those days."
"Right Soundwave and Blaster were bad enough, Bluestreak is too much like you." Prowl told his mate.
"Yet looks just like you."
They wandered away from the bickering pair who no doubt would be making up later and joined the throng of other mechs and femmes who wanted to see the little thing.
Are you okay? Elita asked over their private line to Megatron.
This should be private Elita a celebration just between us three and our sparkling. He answered.
It will be after this we can vanish for a few orns I'm sure the others can handle things for that long she told him then turned to greet an older mech and show off the sparkling.
I know I can not wait. he answered as one of his men stopped to talk to him.
"A wonderful little creature sir." Shockwave spoke quietly.
"Yes, obviously since his heritage is as fine as it is." he said dismissively. The other mech bothered him slightly. He passed him to catch up with the other two. Yet another femme had stopped Elita. Firestar, he noted, a vivacious femme with five progeny between her and her sparkmates, Inferno stood behind her and no doubt Redalert was around somewhere with which ever of their brood they had brought.
The celebration that had spilled out into the city streets was finally calming after orns of Cybertronians had congratulated their beloved leaders in the god fortune the three could finally return to their home with the little sparkling who was already deep in recharge by the time they did.
Elita left him in his little berth and joined her mates on their own.
"he is so cute." She smiled as she slid between the two mechs.
"He is, apparently he takes after Optimus." Megatron murmured with a slight smirk.
"Since you were never cute." Optimus agreed.
"No I was not."
"Recharge both of you." She said calmly stroking first Optimus' face then Megatron's
"Is that an order?"
"Yes it is."
AN- like it hate i? wiant me to write the next part or just get baclkpt the present story?
coments are aprreicted and begged for