Daedalion
Chapter 1-Reunification
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers. They officially belong to Hasbro and Takara. I'm taking them for a short spin.

Hot Rot fidgeted at in his seat, field buzzing with anticipation as the shuttle made its descent toward Autobot City. He wasn't the only one looking forward to getting off the ship, but they all had their reasons, some more personal than others.

Springer landed the ship without any problems, and he shot his friend a look as Ultra Magnus stood, starting to give them one of of his speeches.

:Five shanix he goes long: Springer commed Hot Rod.

:Nope. He wants out of this tin can as much as we do, and he's got old friends waiting: Hot Rod countered. :Plus there's no way he's gonna keep us long from everyone who's waiting to see us:

Springer exvented in a sigh. Hot Rod had him there. They both had family waiting to see them, family they each hadn't seen in four million years.

". . .And while I know you're excited to be among friends, I'm expecting the best of behavior from all of you," Ultra Magnus said, with a pointed look at Hot Rod and Springer. They exchanged a glance, and Arcee couldn't stifle a giggle at that fact.

"He's right, you know," she said, earning her own slightly less annoyed look from their commanding officer.

"Magnus, can it already," Kup said, putting an arm around the femme's shoulders. "I think we're all adults. Some more'n others, anyway."

Hot Rod stuck out his glossa at the ancient mech, who smacked him in the back of the helm with his free hand.

"Behave, or else," Kup said.

"I can only promise I'll try," Hot Rod said.

"Primus," Magnus muttered.

"C'mon," Kup said, heading toward the lowered ramp. Hot Rod, Springer and Arcee didn't have to be told twice, and watched with interest as the three youngsters took off down the ramp and onto the landing pad, where other Autobots were waiting.

And he grinned as Hot Rod ran straight into the waiting arms of his creators.

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Sunstreaker tried not to fidget, arms crossed, a slight frown gracing his face. Sideswipe kept up a running monologue about how he wished the shuttle would land already, and the yellow twin resisted the urge to smack his brother. Only a few years of actual waiting for them to see their only creation, and he'd to go the long way around—four million years of growing up without them.

"How can you be so calm?" Sideswipe finally asked.

"If you'd shut up, maybe you'd notice I'm not calm," Sunstreaker snapped.

"Do you think he missed us?" Sideswipe said.

Sunstreaker shrugged.

"Haven't you missed him?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Sunstreaker fired back. "I carried him. Of course I've missed him."

"What do you think he's like?"

"Hopefully not like us," Sunstreaker said. "Better."

Sideswipe wrapped his arms around his twin, pulling him close, ignoring how Sunstreaker stiffened at the public show of affection. "There's nothing wrong with us, Sunny," he said. "How many times to I have to tell you that?"

Sunstreaker pulled away, and shaded his optics against the glare of the afternoon sun.

"Well, you won't have to wonder much longer," he said, pointing at the shuttle, which was getting closer.

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The twins were nearly bowled over by the orange and yellow mech who barreled into both of them, throwing an arm around each, and pulling them close. Then each hugged him in turn, and looked over the young mech who stood in front of them.

"What?" Hot Rod said, his enthusiasm suddenly cooled. "Not what you expected?"

"Hardly," Sunstreaker said.

"Yeah," Sideswipe replied. "We're just happy you're finally here. C'mon. We'll introduce you, or would you rather wait?"

"Doesn't matter," Hot Rod said, as he took a glance back at his friends as he was dragged away by his sire and carrier.

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Optimus Prime couldn't contain the happiness and gratitude he felt. He knew it would be fleeting, but he was grateful for something good for once. The arrival of old friends, and the reunification of families, however small, was the happy occasion he imagined it would be. He glanced over at Ironhide, who had an arm around Springer, loathe to let go of the son he'd had to leave so many years before, and a living reminder of the mate he'd lost. Not far away, Ratchet and Wheeljack had their daughter Arcee between them, and Ratchet was glaring at any mech who dared come up and talk to their daughter.

And Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were coming his way with an unfamiliar mech between them.

"Optimus, we'd like you to meet our son, Hot Rod," Sideswipe said. "Hot Rod, this is Optimus Prime," Sideswipe said.

"It's good to meet you, sir," Hot Rod replied.

"Prime or Optimus will do," he said.

"Optimus," he said, trying it out.

The Prime raised an optic ridge at Sunstreaker, who shot a sideways look at his twin.

"How. . ."

"Nobody needed to know. Primus, we didn't think we were capable of creating a new spark. Guess we were wrong, eh, Sunny?" Sideswipe said. "And we left him with Kup. There was nobody else we would've trusted with him. And from the sounds of things, it's a good thing we chose Kup instead of the femmes."

"You're more fortunate than others," Optimus said, his optimism somewhat dimmed.

"Trust me. We know," Sideswipe said. "See you later."

With that, the twins dragged their son away.

"Nice going, 'Sides, making Prime feel bad. You just had to mention the femmes, didn't you?" Sunsteaker said, smacking Sideswipe in the head.

"I didn't mean to," Sideswipe said.

"I know," Sunstreaker said. "C'mon. Let's show Rodi around the city."