Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. this fic was inspired by two fics that I read on – "Oops, what do you mean oops" and "When trapped within." I thought it might be interesting to twist a few things around that I read in those two stories. This does contain slash and may have male preg in later chapters. No like – no read. This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
No one had any idea how it all happened, but the evidence was right here in front of them, from the overturned tables to the spilled energon to the mess on the walls and floors and especially what lay in the middle of the biggest puddle of energon, two messy, dirty recharging sparklings. But no, these were not just any sparklings; these sleeping little sparklings were none other than Elita One and Chromia. Optimus and Ironhide heard an explosion in the base, and realizing that the two femmes were spending time trying to see what Wheeljack had wanted to show them, both headed to the rec room from two different directions and managed to plow into each other, falling on their afts and waking the precious little sparklings with the loud thud that they had created.
Feeling the pulls in their sparks, Optimus, followed closely by Ironhide, went into the rec room, but neither was prepared for what they saw. The two femmes, feeling scared crawled toward Optimus and Ironhide. Optimus reached out to his sparkmate and soon the little red femme sparkling was coming his direction. Optimus could not believe his optics. He wanted to have sparklings with Elita, not take care of her as one.
Ironhide pulsed out for his sparkmate and the other little femme, black in color, came crawling for the weapons specialist, babbling in sparkling talk. Ironhide leaned down to pick the femme up, still baffled at what had happened to his sparkmate, as well as Optimus's sparkmate. Once the dust settled, and the femme sparklings were secure, Wheeljack was found, out cold on the floor, but still as an adult. And not only Wheeljack, but Magnus, who had the unfortunate luck of being in the room when Wheeljack had wanted to show the contraption lay on the floor out cold but online and as an adult. Whatever happened, must have only affected the femmes.
And fairly shortly after the two sparkmates arrived, Ratchet, Prowl, and Jazz came running into the recreation room, all wondering what the slag had happened. Prowl called for more assist as it was obvious that Wheeljack and Magnus needed to head to the med bay, but that is not what got Ratchet, as his jaw dropped wide open when he saw what Optimus and Ironhide were holding as well as the mess that was all over the rec room. Prowl, who had missed seeing the little femmes, was working on finally getting Magnus and Wheeljack out of the room when he finally noticed what the medic was staring at – two little femme sparklings crying and seeking comfort from Optimus and Ironhide.
Prowl's logic processor just about froze, except that Jazz, his sparkmate, stopped it by shaking the mech out of shock. Prowl still had to struggle to believe his optics. How in the world did the two femme sparklings get here? Optimus and Ironhide just looked at the others, realizing that their sparkmates needed to be checked over, but also felt that sparkmates were overwhelmed by too much going on.
Ironhide was going to say something when he felt a warm icky liquid run down his chassis. Ironhide, looked at the femme in his arms and then at his chassis. It took a minute and then, finally, Ironhide put two and two together and realized that his own sparkmate had lubricated on him. Even though Ironhide has raised sparklings before, they had all been mechs and hence it was easy to redirect where their lubricators went, but with a femme, there was no lubricator, just an opening that could not be redirected. And, after having Ratchet check Chromia and finding her healthy, Ironhide was allowed to leave the room and go clean him and his sparkmate turned sparkling.
Optimus, relieved that his mate had yet to expel anything on him, waited as Ratchet checked over Elita One, but the little one was so scared of the medic that she tried to bury herself deep into Optimus's broad chest, preventing Ratchet from doing a full scan. Optimus gently pulled his scared sparkmate turned sparkling away from his chest so that Ratchet could examine the little one, and boy did the little femme scream, even causing the normally stoic medic to cringe slightly. And after finishing the exam, Optimus brought the red little femme back close to his chassis, and she calmed down and went into recharge, her left thumb finding its way into her mouth. This was not something that Optimus had seen before, but then, he had not met her until she was a full grown adult and her parents were dead. Boy, Optimus thought, this was going to be interesting, as he headed back to his quarters with his tiny sparkmate turned sparkling.
Prowl and Jazz just watched all the excitement. Jazz was especially excited because he loved little sparklings. That was when the two noticed a device on the table. It must have been the device that Wheeljack was trying to show the femmes, but curious about something, Jazz found a button and pushed it, not realizing his own sparkmate was right in the way. Prowl felt something strange, and then nothing but fear and cold. Jazz's jaw dropped as he swore, it was not just something that worked on femmes, it would work on anyone who had a sparkmate.
Little Prowl started to cry, feeling scared and cold, his little door frames on his back sagging. Jazz reached out with his spark, and soon saw the little sparkling jump in response. Jazz did it again. And saw that the little sparkling was trying to figure out where that warmth and love was coming from and finally wiggled around on his tiny aft and faced Jazz. Jazz sent love through their bond one more time and this time the little sparkling, seeing where it was coming from, quickly crawled over and held his little arms up to Jazz. Jazz picked up the little one carefully, as it had been a while since he had worked with a sparkling. This was not going to be easy, for now Chromia, Elita One, and Prowl were all giggly sparklings ready to wreak havoc on the base and their mates.