A/N: Hey there! I just felt the need to write something with lots of sparklings in it and some Megatron x Optimus :) So here it is! Enjoy, and R&R please? Thank you :)
Sparklings had already become a necessity. Cybertron's population was dwindling rapidly. The Youth Sectors had grown inactive. Most femmes were unwilling to carry, and so the responsibility had fallen on the mechs of Cybertron. The medical facilities were soon filled with carrying mechs, but even that wasn't enough to restore the decreasing population.
Orphan sparklings were currently the most valuable ones in the whole of the planet, with femmes and mechs lining up to the Youth Sectors by the thousands to adopt. Couples – whether femme and femme, femme and mech, or mech and mech, were requesting potential adoptive sparklings by the dozen. Forms were cluttered all over the Adoption Sectors' clerks' desks. Appointments where couples could come and choose the sparklings they wanted were made daily, sometimes as many as fifty in a single orn.
Most of these couples had no intention to carry a sparkling by themselves, and so sought for unwanted sparklings that were already created by others. Most of the orphaned sparklings were brought to loving and nurturing homes, where both foster Creators loved and cared for them.
A vorn later, the demand for orphaned sparklings subsided, and it was only then did one of the most financially powerful couples on Cybertron decide to head to the Youth Sectors to scout for sparklings.
Optimus Prime had always wanted to have a sparkling – several sparklings, in fact, but was unwilling to carry, being uncomfortable with it in the first place. Siring a couple of sparklings would be exciting, especially with Megatron as his sparkmate. The young couple had always wanted a family of their own, and being financially sufficient meant that they could afford to support a large family. Both had agreed to adopting about six sparklings.
"Oh, this one's adorable!" Optimus cooed at the tiny sparkling, who was probably half the size of its counterparts. The yellow sparkling gazed up at the large mech with its blue optics, warbled happily, and then stood up slowly, tottering over to the Prime's open arms, and collapsing in them with a small chirp. Optimus picked the sparkling up, rocking it gently, and looked over to Megatron, who was peering over his shoulder at the tiny sparkling. "I think I like this one. What's his name?"
"Bumblebee," the Eradicon-on-duty supplied helpfully. This Eradicon had been assigned to help Optimus and Megatron select the sparklings they wanted, and he held a large datapad in one hand, tapping the buttons on-screen with his thumb to access the youngling's file. "He was found near the waste receptacles on the outskirts of Iacon. He was nearly dead when he was brought back here, but we managed to nurse him back to health. He's a little more fragile than most sparklings, though. Raising him will take a lot of time and effort, sir. I don't think you'll want him."
"Oh, but I do," Optimus countered, optics still locked onto the small one in his servos, nuzzling against his chest plates. Bumblebee was downright adorable. Turning to his mate, he nodded to the sparkling nestled in his arms. "What do you think?"
Megatron was smiling, dentas bared. "I think he's all right."
"So that's the last sparkling you want," the Eradicon murmured, ticking off something on his datapad. "If you'll excuse me, Sirs, I'll go prepare the necessary paperwork for the six sparklings you've chosen."
Megatron nodded absentmindedly, watching Optimus run a finger down the sparkling's cheek plating, causing Bumblebee to chirp happily and reach out for his soon-to-be foster creator. Latching onto the Prime's chest plates, the youngling purred softly before yawning, burrowing his tiny helm on the spot right in front of Optimus' spark. Already Bumblebee had taken a liking to his the Prime and his mate. Megatron marveled at the scene, noticing how contrasting his sparkmate's bulked frame was compared to the sparkling's tiny protoform.
Bumblebee's optics fluttered close, and his tiny clenched fists rested against his equally proportionate chest plating.
"I can't believe we're going to be creators," Megatron murmured, staring at the sparkling in his sparkmate's arms.
"Creators of six sparklings," Optimus chuckled. "Ironhide, Breakdown, Knock Out, Ratchet, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee," he recited, listing out the names of all the sparklings they had seen that day and had decided to adopt. "Just think, we'll be able to bring all of them today. We can have a family today, Megatron. You've always wanted sparklings."
"So have you," Megatron retorted, but brought his olfactory sensor closer to Optimus' cheek plating, and nuzzled his sparkmate.
"And there will be a Pit lot of paperwork for us to settle with the Youth Sector social workers, but it'll be all worth it in the end," Optimus added, watching as Bumblebee slumbered in his servos.
Megatron nodded silently, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the sparkling.
"Sire!" Something tugged on Megatron's arm.
The large mech groaned, optics still shuttered, lying outstretched on the berth. He did not want to wake up, he was exhausted. Turning away from the source of the noise, he found himself possessively resting his arm over Optimus' chassis, pulling the other recharging mech closer to him, using the Prime as some sort of a heat source. "Go 'way."
"Sire!" The voice became impatient, and something scaled Megatron's back, and came to sit in between the two sparkmates. "Sire, wake up!"
"Five more minutes," Optimus groused, and snuggled closer into Megatron's embrace, optical ridges furrowing.
"Sire!"
"All right, all right, I'm up," Megatron yawned, a large servo reaching to rub his optics as he sat up. Almost immediately he could feel the tiny, heated frame of a sparkling scurry onto his thigh plates, reaching up to his foster creator. Megatron picked the youngling up, cradling him against his chest plates as he felt Optimus stir beside him. "Ratchet, I thought I told you that you have to learn to recharge by yourself. You're a big 'bot now."
"Nightmare," Ratchet whimpered, by way of explanation, and buried himself into Megatron's chest plates. In his peripheral vision, Megatron could see his sparkmate sitting up beside him on the berth and leaning against the headboard, optics flickering dimly as the Prime watched his sparkmate tend to their adopted sparkling. A quick check on his internal chronometer confirmed that it was about two in the morning, and Megatron had no desire to be kept awake at such an un-Primus-like hour.
"All right, all right," he mumbled, rocking the red-and-white sparkling gently. "Maybe you can recharge with us for tonight. But just this once."
Ratchet nodded, leaning his helm against Megatron's chassis, chirping softly.
A/N: This was somewhat of a drabble, and I'm not so sure what will come out of it, so if you could just drop an idea in the review section it would be much appreciated :) Thank you!
