Disclaimer: I don't own transformers. I'm a single mother and I have a spork! Don't sue. This is another joint fic. I'm suppose to tell you all that MouseDragon is taking a brief hiatus from her own stories to help me work on mine. This story is dedicated with much love to my daughter Willow. Tills, I know you got your heart set on Prime being Bee's daddy, but I'm going with the orphan theory. Sorry hun.
"Speaking through the Communications Network"
"Speaking out loud."
Episode One- I'm bringing home a baby Bumblebee
"Hey Ratchet! Whatcha got there?"
The medic scowled at Sunstreaker and slammed the door to the med bay in his face, hiding the cloth wrapped bundle in his arms from view. "MED BAY IS CLOSED."
Sunstreaker of course, went to tell his brother.
Safely locked in his med bay, Ratchet allowed a smile to cross his face, looking down at the bundle in his arms.. Big blue optics looked up at him as the tiny sparkling clicked and whirred. "Primus your cute..." The sparkling emitted a happy little humming sound, then squeaked, burping unprocessed energon all over himself. Ratchet chuckled.
"Ratchet, the twins are plotting."
Ratchet smirked, cleaning up the little sparkling. "When are they not?"
"What exactly did you bring back with you that has them so interested?"
Ratchet put together a nest of pillows on the operating table, laying the sparkling in the middle and filled a make shift bottle with fine grade energon, tempting the sparkling with it as he ran scans, making sure the little one was healthy. "Oh...Nothing too exciting. Just a sparkling."
It took Prowl longer then he thought it would to bang on the med bay door. Smirking he unlocked it, not surprised to find not only Prowl, but Ironhide and Optimus standing there. Putting on his best scowl, he blocked the doorway with his body and stated firmly "Med Bay is closed. Come back later."
Optimus Prime stepped forward. Ratchet raised an optic ridge at him as he used his no nonsense tone "Ratchet..."
Ratchet grinned "No. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."
With that he shut the med bay door, leaving the stunned auto bots to stand there gawking as he turned his attention back to the tiny sparkling, who had fallen asleep with the bottle of energon. Ratchet felt his spark warm as he smiled down at him. "Pleasant stasis, little one."
"Ratchet."
"What is it now"
"The twins just had one of their famous fist fights. We need you."
"PRIMUS ALMIGHTY "
"I'll keep an eye on the little one if you like."
"He's in stasis. Wake him up and I'll remove your battle computer and weld it to your skidplate Prowl."
"That will not be a problem. I raised Jazz and Bluestreak, remember? Let me finish up here and I'll come get him before Ironhide drags the twins in."
"Fine."
Ratchet scowled. The twins would not be enjoying this repair session. Little glitches had done it on purpose, of this he was certain. Oh yes, he thought, looking down at the sparkling with a wicked grin. They would pay dearly for interrupting him.
