Yours, Mine, and Ours

Chapter 1: Meet Your New Sire!

Megatron

-Soundwave: Oldest youngling

-Starscream: sparkling

-Breakdown: youngling

-Dreadwing: youngling

-Knockout: sparkling (almost youngling)

-Airachnid: youngling

Optimus

-Smokescreen: youngest sparkling

-Ultra Magnus: Oldest youngling

-Arcee: youngling

-Bulkhead: youngling (same age as Wheeljack)

-Bumblebee: sparkling

-Wheeljack: youngling (same age as Bulkhead)

"I still don't know why they have to come here Sire!" a small, blue youngling asked her sire with a pout on her face and her arms crossed across her chest. "I don't wanna share my room! It's already really small!"

Optimus tried not to roll his optics, he really tried.

Ever since the adoptive Sire of six told his children about the new members of the family coming to join them, there had been mixed feeling about it all. The oldest children; Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack, weren't too thrilled that their home was being invaded by 'strangers', but Bulkhead and Wheeljack didn't mind that they got to finally share a room together. Optimus even got them bunk-berths! Arcee, and her biological brother Bumblebee, were more nervous than anything about the new younglings and sparklings coming to stay. They were the newest ones in the house as is, and were just settling into their roles in the family. Smokescreen, on the other hand, didn't really understand what was happening, being the youngest sparkling and all.

"Arcee, I have already explained." The Prime sighed, stirring the mix of sparkling energon for Bumblebee and Smokescreen. "Megatron and I are planning on bonding soon and both his children as well as all of you will become siblings."

Bulkhead looked up from his energon serving, "So, is he gonna be our new Sire or something?" the green mechling asked with energon dribbling down his chin.

Wheeljack swallowed quickly, "Or is it Carrier?!" The two laughed, causing the sparklings to begin to laugh along because there was laughter at the table. Ultra Magnus shook his helm with a huff, taking a drink from his energon cube.

Arcee looked at her adoptive Sire with wide optics shining. "We don't have to, do we?"

"No Arcee." The Prime smiled. "You may call him Megatron if that makes you more comfortable."

She nodded and let a small smile of relief form on her lips, finishing her energon rations in order to speed off and follow her older brothers out into the yard. Optimus shook his helm, turning back to the two sparkling who were making a mess of their morning energon. "At least you two seem content enough with this situation." The yellow and silver sparklings both grinned up at their sire, splashing more of the purple substance all over themselves and the table.

Megatron had his arms full with two fussy sparklings as he and his family made their way into Iacon on the public transit. Sitting on his left was his oldest youngling Soundwave, who was entertaining a hyperactive Breakdown. To his right was Dreadwing, who was looking out the large window in order to keep himself awake while Arachnid was curled up onto Megatron's lap, playing quietly with one of her dolls.

"Sire," Dreadwing began, "I still do not believe in this plan."

The gladiator frowned at his son, "Dreadwing, there is nothing to worry about. Optimus and his family are great Cybertronians. Optimus is a well-liked politician for Iacon and all of his children are adopted, just like you all."

The blue mechling shrugged, "How do you know it was not just for the press?"

Megatron's optics widened, "Who told you such things Dreadwing?"

"It was in the datapad Soundwave left on his desk." He whispered, earning a look from Soundwave sitting on the other side of their Sire. "Sorry Soundwave."

Their Sire frowned, thinking carefully about how he sound respond to his children. "While I am not overly pleased that you two are reading the tabloids, as you should both know that what is written in them is never true, I can assure you that Optimus Prime took in his children with loving intentions." The transit began to slow down, indicating that the stop was coming up quickly. "Alright children, this is our stop. It will only be a couple of blocks until we reach Optimus's home."

Soundwave took Breakdown's servo while Dreadwing carried Arachnid on his back. Megatron had his oldest younglings walk off the transit first and he carried the sparklings off in his arms. Starscream was trying to doze off while Knockout was still fussing a bit, a mixture of over exhaustion and wanting to play with his older brothers. The few blocks passed by with no one talking much. Breakdown would ask what the various buildings were and how much longer it was going to take for them to get to their new home.

The crowd turned the corner and got their first look at their new home. It was a large, four story manor that was gated in with a high fence surrounding the grounds. Megatron walked up to the gate and rung the buzzer. Without an answer from the other side, the front door opened and a large blue and red mech walked out the front door. "Megatron, welcome home." He opened the gate and watched as the large family walked up to their new home with shock on their faces.

Megatron, standing a little taller than the mech of the house, walked right up to the mech he planned on bonding with. A large grin was on his face, "Optimus Prime, I would greet your properly, but my arms are a little full."

He laughed, placing a kiss on the mech cheek. "We can greet each other properly later." The Prime whispered, causing a blush to form on his own face. "Right now, I believe this would be a good time for all of the children to get to know each other."

Optimus stepped aside in order to let Megatron's family into the house. As Megatron's children walked inside, they noticed more children standing in the foyer. Optics met optics, large and small, for the first time with a nervous kind of feeling in the air. "Children, welcome to you new home. I would like to introduce you to my children: Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Arcee. Bumblebee and Smokescreen are taking their naps up in the nursery."

Ultra Magnus waved at the new kids while Bulkhead and Wheeljack hid behind their older brother. Arcee, on the other hand, stood there with a scowl on her face as she looked over the strangers. Megatron cleared his throat, "And these are my children: Soundwave, Dreadwing, Breakdown, and Arachnid. These two sparklings are Starscream and Knockout. I thank you for letting us live in your home."

The room became quiet as the children looked each other over carefully. Optimus and Megatron met optics, trying to figure out their next moves carefully. "How about the sparklings are put into the nursery while the older children play in the playroom? Your belongings should be arriving later this cycle."

Megatron nodded, "That sounds like a great idea Optimus. Children, why not follow your new friends to the playroom? I will let you know when your things arrive so you can become organized."

"Yes Sire." Dreadwing said, setting Arachnid down and taking her servo. "Come on."

The oldest mechs watched as Ultra Magnus led all of the children, both his siblings and the children who were supposed to be his new siblings. Megatron shifted the recharging Starcream in his arms, "So, the nursery then?"

Optimus Prime led the way up the stairs and to the nursery. The door was slightly open, showing a tiny light coming from the room. When the door opened, Megatron could see four sparkling sized berths with safety rails on them. Two of them were occupied with recharging sparklings. "They look precious." The gladiator whispered, placing Starscream in the closest berth. "Hopefully they will all recharge for more than a klik." The politician gave him a smile as he watched the mech he was still falling in love with set the larger red sparkling down into the berth. Megatron put his digit up to his mouth and motioned for Optimus to follow him out. When both mechs got out of the room, Megatron grabbed Optimus by the hips and pulled him in close, "Now, how about that proper greeting?"

In the playroom, Optimus's children were playing at one side of the room while Megatron's played on another. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were working on building a new racecar set that they got on their last trip to the toy store. Arcee was playing with her dolls in their doll house while Ultra Magnus was playing a hand-held video game. On the other side of the room, Arachnid was the only one playing, and that's because she brought her doll with her. Breakdown had his optics glued on the green and white mechs. Soundwave was looking over a datapad that he subspaced while Dreadwing watched the door.

Arachnid, noticing Arcee playing with her dolls in their large house, walked over the blue femme. "You've got an Elita-One doll?" She asked, startling Arcee a little. "I've got Lancer."

Arcee looked over the purple femme with hesitant optics. "Yeah, Sire got her for me when Bee and I moved in."

"I've been asking my Sire to get me Elita for so long now, but he wants me to wait until my creation day to ask again." Arachnid explained, shifting her peds, "So, can I play with you?"

The tiny blue youngling looked at the doll in Arachnid's servo, then back at the house she was playing with. After a moment, she met optics with the other femme, "I guess so, but you need to be careful! Sire doesn't like us to play rough inside." Arachnid smiled, kneeling next to Arcee and the two began making up a game.

During this interaction, Bulkhead noticed Breakdown watching him and Wheeljack construct their racecar. The green mechling turned to his best friend, "Should we ask him if he wants to play?" Bulkhead whispered, glancing over at the blue mech. He caught the mech looking again and watched as Breakdown looked away quickly. "It looks like he wants to play."

"I mean," Wheeljack began, "if you wanna go ask him be my guest." The white mech was more focused on attaching pieces together than to worry about making new friends at the moment.

Bulkhead, not wanting to make enemies before trying to make friends, dropped his tools and made his way over to where Breakdown was trying to hide. "Hey, you wanna join me and Jackie?" the green mech asked, pointing to his best friend.

The blue mech looked to Dreadwing and Soundwave. The quiet mech looked up from his datapad and gave a single nod towards his little brother then went back to his reading. "Sure. Sire never got me a racecar."

"Jackie and I picked it out a few cycles ago." Bulkhead explained as the two made their way back to the toy car. "Opti-, I mean Sire, took us for a special treat."

Breakdown nodded, watching Breakdown pick up his tools again and begin to help Wheeljack. "So, what can I do?" He asked, sitting down across from the two friends.

Wheeljack, still very focused on the car project at hand, twisted a bolt tighter. "Can you read yet?"

"Yeah."

The white mech held the wrench out to Bulkhead, waiting for his friend to hand him the screwdriver. "Then you be the instructions mech. It's hard for me to read and build. And Bulkhead here isn't the best reader."

While Breakdown's feelings were kind of hurt that he didn't get to interact in a servos-on way, he still picked up the booklet and tried to find what step the other younglings were on. Before he found the right place, he looked towards where he left Dreadwing and Soundwave to find that Dreadwing was leaving the room, "Hey Dreadwing, where are you going?"

That questions caused everyone to look towards the door at the oldest mech. "I think I hear a sparkling crying. I was going to see who it was."

"I will go with you." Ultra Magnus stood, "Wheeljack, you are in charge until I get back."

Dreadwing raised an optic ridge at the taller mechling, "Soundwave is older than Wheeljack. He should be in charge." He stated when the oldest younglings left to go to the nursery.

The tall mech shook his helm, "So? This is our house. In a logical situation, if there were an emergency, Wheeljack would be able to safely get everyone out of the room and to the appropriate safety destination."

It became quiet as the two oldest younglings walked up the flight of stairs and walk down the long hallway to the nursery. Sparkling chatter could be heard from behind the door. Ultra Magnus opened the door slowly and saw four pairs of optics looking his way. "Did Sire not tell you two that you needed to rest for more than a couple of kliks?" The mech laughed, going over to the jumping Bumblebee. "Oh well, I suppose Sire will put you to evening recharge earlier."

Bumblebee, the tiny yellow sparkling, was just learning how to walk and didn't like to be held for too long. Magnus set him on the ground with a smile and watched him walk to Smokescreen's berth. "Smokey!" he screeched, holding himself up by holding onto the railing. "Smokey out!"

Dreadwing took Starscream into his arms, letting the sparkling wake up more as he watched Bumblebee wait for the smallest sparkling. Knockout was still in a recharge, so the blue youngling would let him rest longer. Smokescreen rubbed his optics, trying to get the sleep out from them as he cuddled up to his older brother. "Come on Bumblebee." Ultra Magus took his servo, leading him out of the nursery, "Leave Knockout to rest longer."

The tiny yellow sparkling was dragging Magnus out of the nursery, with Dreadwing behind him. Starscream kicked his peds, trying to let Dreadwing know that he wanted to walk like Bumblebee. "Alright Starscream, but stay close to me. I do not believe that Sire would like you to get lost on your first cycle here."

"Where Sire at?" The grey sparkling asked, taking Dreadwing's servo into his own.

He shrugged, "I am not certain. But he said that once our things arrived, he would let us make our rooms more comfortable."

Optimus was leaning on Megatron's chest as the two rested in the large berth. The Prime ordered the large berth after adopting Wheeljack and Bulkhead, especially after he ended up with three other bodies in his small single body berth. It seemed like the berth had more than just the purspose of having more tiny bodies occupy it, as Megatron and Optimus could both comfortably rest on the comfy surface.

"Megatron." Optimus sighed, snuggling into the warm armor, "I am so glad that you and your children are finally here with my family and I."

The gladiator smirked, pulling the red and blue mech closer to his chest, "And we are thankful that you welcomed us all into your home."

Optimus sat up, locking optics with his lover. "You asked me to bond with you. Not only did you ask to become one with me, but you asked to join my family and ask me to join your own. I would not have the arrangements any other way."

Before Megatron could make things any mushier, a loud crash and scream from down stairs caused both mechs to sit up quickly in the berth and make their way to the commotion. Once they reached the playroom, Optimus placed a servo over his mouth while Megatron tried to keep his temper. "What, in the name of Primus, is going on here?!"

Many pairs of optics looked to the doorway. Arcee and Arachnid had their servos fighting over the Inferno doll. Breakdown was sitting on top of Bulkhead while Wheeljack was holding a screwdriver right to the blue mechs face. Bumblebee was trying to escape the playpen and Smokescreen was tugging on the crying Seekerling's wing. Soundwave was trying to soothe a whimpering Knockout in his arms while also batting Smokescreen away from Starscream. Ultra Magnus had a fist ready to hit Dreadwing and Dreadwing looked ready to bite down on Ultra Magnus's arm.

"They started it!" many youngling voices cried, pointing to the ones they were fighting with.

Megatron shook his helm, "I do not care who started it, I want it finished right now."

The only noise in the room was of the whimpering sparklings in the playpen. Optimus stepped past the gladiator to get to the sparklings. "Smokescreen, we do not pull on our friends." He chided gently. "That hurts Starscream." Smokescreen and Bumblebee were taken into their Sire's arms. The Prime turned around, looking over all of the optics watching him. "I am very disappointed in you children. I thought I had taught you better." All of Optimus's children looked down in shame, not wanting to look their Sire in the optic. "Clean up the playroom and then go into the family room. Evening energon should be ready shortly, and I hope your manors improve by then."

"You as well." Megatron grunted, looking at his children while trying to comfort his crying sparklings. "I am so very disappointed in all of you, especially you Dreadwing. You are my oldest, you should know better."

With that, both mechs took their sparklings into the family room. "I apologize for my children." The Prime began once they reached the family room. Optimus and Megatron set down their sparklings to play on the rug together as they took a seat on the loveseat. "While Bulkhead and Wheeljack rough house with each other, they are never this violent."

Megatron sighed, watching Knockout toddle towards a stack of datapads on the floor. "No, it is I who should apologize. They were out of hand and out of line."

"Prehaps we need to establish house rules." The Prime said, "I had to give some simple rules to Arcee once she moved in and began acting aggressive. It helped her improve her social interactions with others."

The gladiator nodded, "That sounds like a great idea."

Evening rations, as well as moving in the other children into their new rooms, was an awkward affair. Arcee and Arachnid were still on edge with each other, and it didn't help that they had to share a room with each other. Ultra Magnus and Dreadwing kept glareing at each other from across their room while Breakdown refused to leave Soundwave's side with fear that Bulkhead and Wheeljack would gang up on him.

The sparklings, however, were getting along great. Knockout would show Smokescreen a colorful datapad, laughing with the youngest sparkling would clap his servos together in excitement. Bumblebee and Starscream were having fun seeing who could flap their (door)wings faster. Right now, Optimus and Megatron watched from the doorway as their sparklings were settling themselves down to rest with their energon bottles.

"Sleep well my sparklings." The Prime said, closing the door once he was sure that the sparklings weren't going to cry for their Sires. "May Primus give you wonderful dreams and answer your own prayers."

The gladiator smiled at the slightly younger mech, "You have such a way with sparklings." He whispered, following the mech to their shared room. "I am still not used to comforting and caring for sparklings."

Optimus opened the door, walking into his room and settling himself down on the berth. "I raised Ultra Magnus from the day he was created. His own Creators left him with me, unable to care for their son. Once you have cared for a sparkling on your own for a long time, you learn that they are the easiest to care for."

He laughed, "And I believe that younglings are easier. Soundwave came to me shortly after he became a youngling, then Dreadwing. Breakdown and Knockout came as a pair, and Starscream was left to me after his Sire passed on the job, he worked in the mines."

"The only thing that matters is that you love your children."

And I wrote another fic. Oops!