I OWN NOTHING

alrighty now this little bucket of bolts has been rattling around in my tiny head so I wrote the first chapter out, I figured 'hey whats more aggravating than not finishing a story you've already stated and just made more?' ADDING ANOTHER TO THE LIST! lol so here it is anther story to add to the unfinished list and start working on finishing but I had to start it!

WARNINGS:

YAOI

MECH/MECH

Mpreg

ANGST

some mentions of HET couples

maybe and not limited to abuse or mentions of rape?

I down know what all exactly it will have in it cause right now I've only got basic and what I WANT and NEED to happen so I have destination ABC and no way to travel there yet lol. So just a heads up and be prepared it'll be a rollercoaster.

so please Enjoy.

The yellow mini bit was confused; the bots upon their return from their battle with the Decepticons all wore a similar expression. They ranged from scared, shocked, in First Aids case denial or disbelief even. Bumblebee stood loyally at the entrance to the Ark. He was waiting for his lovers to return; both Jazz and Prowl had answered the call for the attack but Bee had been unable to. He had been on shift and was scheduled to stay on ship along with Wheeljack, Hound, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Red Alert and a few others.

As other bots filed passed him one by one, Bumblebee began to worry. For a moment he wished he had fingernails like spike and other humans so he could chew them instead settling to bringing his servo to his mouth and nibbling nervously at the painted black metal, leaving silver scratches in his denta's wake. Jazz was normally one of the first to return leading a race with the twins or sometimes Tracks, but no the order of the returning bots was jumbled and complete mayhem. Some mechs in rows of three, some side-by-side and some by themselves. The fact that no one was in order meant that Prowl wasn't whipping them into a safe, smart and tactile formation for security purposes.

Finally it seemed like the last two vehicles where on the approach. Bumblebee felt the Energon in his lines run cold as a scraped up red and blue Semi and Silent white and red ambulance brought up the rear. Bumblebee froze in his gnawing when the Prime transformed and stood in front of the yellow mini bot, almost as if separating the Mini bot from the Medic. Bumblebee let the other bot drive by his optics following him before returning to the primes form before him.

"Bumblebee." The voice was soft yet as always held unimaginable strength. It wasn't truly demanding that his attention be placed on the Prime but almost requesting it.

Suddenly Bumblebee did what he had only ever heard of happening to bond mates, he tried to reach out in his three way bond. He had the mental image of three floating sparks and just as the smallest one beat a pulse in an attempt to allocate the other two, they vanished. Leaving a painful recoil in his chassis that doubled him over as his servos grasps at his chassis. His spark stuttered and then bounded in his casing as it throbbed in its search for its other halves. With every pulse it tried to spread and fill in the gap the recoil harder and harder on his spark with each expansion.

Bumblebee didn't need to look at the Prime to know what he was trying to tell the Mini bot. Both Jazz and Prowl hadn't returned with the others both the SIC and TIC where gone. "Pri-ime?" Bumblebee choked out, looking up to try and catch the others optics the usual feeling of being a sparkling trying to look at his creator gone and in its wake dread and pain. Bumblebee just barely controlled himself as he grasp desperately at the much larger mechs bottom windshield. Trying to claw his way to the larger mech and get the needed information that would stop his painful chest ache.

Bumblebee was young compared to his two other mates. The gap was no less than 7 vorns. Not to mention Bumblebee had barely been bonded with the other two for a stellar cycle. Such a fresh bond was still unstable and strenuous on the mates as it caused flutters in ones spark if too much time was spent away from its other half or halves in this case.

Bumblebee felt his legs collapse under him and only the Primes strong grasp around his waist kept him from falling to the cold hard floor as the yellow bot began to over ventilate. If just one of his mates had been terminated then he could crutch off the others spark and they-his, but with neither of his mates to crutch off of it cause the other to go into a panic. His spark fluctuated erratically, his systems slowly shutting down to handle the mental repairs as circuits were fried as they tried to handle the electricity that surged and whiplashed through his systems..

"Bumblebee!" the Prime exclaimed as he hefted the smaller bot to cradle in his arms as he began to rush off to med bay. The Prime suddenly felt the matrix within flutter in an unknown way to the Prime, almost as if it wished to quell the pain in the others spark before him. The Prime did a basic scan as he relayed his dilemma to the CMO so that the medic knew what to expect upon arrival. Bumblebee was much too young to be having sudden system malfunctions; his readings were erratic and strained the Prime noted almost as if-

As the Prime entered Med bay he was barraged by a red and white medic. "What the Frag did you do to him? You were only supposed to break the news to Bumblebee not break him!" the medic snarled as he wrenched the smaller trembling bot from the larger mechs arms. The yellow bots systems deep into stasis lock.

Prime just blinked unsure. "I merely stated his name before he collapsed in my arms! I couldn't even tell him what happened to Jazz and Prowl!" the Prime rushed out trying to defend himself as he eyed the wrench that was hovering in the air clenched in a red servo painfully.

The medic set the young bot down as he began to hook up one of his many machines to the medical port on the others chassis. "By the Allspark! He's in Bond Shock!" the medic yelped breathlessly as he quickly began to override the yellow bots system locks to open his chassis. The Prime quickly looked away before exiting the room to give the medic and espionage agent some privacy. Wait who has privacy when Ratchet was your medic? The Prime mused to himself not failing to hear the strangled yelp from First Aid from the back room.

Ratchet quickly eyed the trembling spark before him. It was obvious that the bonds between Prowl and Jazz had snapped and broken away, only such a traumatic event would cause such damage without there being anything physically wrong. Slowly Ratchet placed a small gold wire from one end of Bumblebee's spark to the other careful to place and attach the wire so it wouldn't hinder the others transformation or other functions. The sporadic pulse seemed to mellow out immediately.

Now whenever the small spark before him sent out its energy in an attempt to find its mates it was redirected and fed back to the younger's spark. It was a very deceitful method of treatment as the spark literally felt its own searching brush against itself. The spark was fooled into believing that its mate was responding with its own searching brush and nullified any rebound and whiplash that it had been feeling before.

Ratchet had been expecting something to happen but he hadn't thought this would happen. How could he, nothing like this had ever happened before. Of could that said it was well known to all medics that a sparklings' spark could not function with a mating bond so with that said it would make since that the sparkling would cruelly abandon, push out, and reject the mating bond. The sparklings would be fine as their sparks where capable to override the normal panic in an attempt to calm themselves and survive. That's all sparklings cared about…survival. However an older spark was stable and unable to fluctuate properly if it attempted to erase a bond, leaving the other in pain and distress much like Bee's.

Suddenly a shrill cry rang from the back room and Ratchet grumbled. "This is not how I planned on spending this solar cycle!" before storming into the back room. His optics had to reboot a couple times as he saw the havoc before him. The room was trashed broken glass everywhere and First Aid on the floor looking shell shocked as two crying black and whites sat on the birth before him. "What in the pit is going on in here?!" he demanded

The small red and white ambulance tried to look at ratchet as he stumbled over his words. "Ratchet forgive me, you see I've never taken care of sparklings before and I wasn't around when Smokescreen, Bumblebee, and the gestalts were growing up." The poor bot whispered sounding rather chastised-or terrified. "I was merely getting a scanner when Prowl screamed and I had never heard such a sound from anything in my life stream let alone Prowl, and I tripped and accidentally knocked over the tray and-' the smaller ambulance rattled on trying to explain the mess before the others optics.

The larger medic went over to the wailing Prowl and whimpering Jazz realizing that Prowl had quite the set of pipes on him. Pulling the sparkling with wings to his face plate he glared at him. Whether Prowl and Jazz where big or little it didn't matter, they were still SIC and TIC till replacements where made. The contingency plan was jazz and Mirage if something befell Prowl, if both fell by some miracle it was meant to be Mirage and Red Alert. Yet Said bots had yet to be informed of their new 'temporary' positions…at least he hoped temporary.

All he wanted to do was strangle and rattle the two bots by their little necks! How could they do this to little Bee? If one had perished Bee would have had the other, yet now he felt so alone and all because both TIC and SIC had been shot by that fragging TIC 'Con! Both had leapt in front of that shot both had been hit by the weapon. Once the retreating was done having thought they had not only killed Prime but his two right hand mechs as well. The pandemonium was quelled when a shrill cry ran through the air.

Ratchet could still feel the shiver that had run through his back strut. He knew that cry all too well, and every pair of optics had looked at the larger mech that had his front half twisted awkwardly as if shielding the world from a grievous wound. Rather shell shocked Prime rolled over unscathed and two small black and whites curled scared and trembling in his grasp.

Once initial scans read an all clear all the bot transformed and Ratchet had the Prime place the two bots in his hold. All of the bots were so shocked that the ride was silent even from the talkative Bluestreak.

Ratchet stood glaring at the whimpering sparkling before him. "Alright listen here ya little fragger you change back right now and I will personally beat the slag outta ya both!" Ratchet demanded rather childishly of the bots only giving a light shake to the whimpering sparkling.

The little mechs optics seemed to brighten and before Ratchet knew it he screeched in fear of the larger mech. Ratchet held the sparkling at arms length as he scrabbled back as if to get away from the wailing beast. He scrabbled back far enough to enter the main med bay and once the sparkling reset his optics on a yellow form he went silent except for the occasional hiccup from his engine as he tilted his helm and his wings twitched up into a 'V'.

The CMO turned his head to see what had caught the younger's optics when his own optics fell onto a still unconscious yellow mini bot. Looking between the two the red medic called out. "Aid! Bring that other little fragger in here!" he said meaning for him to retrieve the other bonded mate. Aid quickly rushed in mimicking Ratchets hold on Prowl. Ratchet looked at First Aid. "What are you doing?" he asked at the medic-in-trainings' actions.

First Aid looked between himself and the CMO. "Well…I just….I was never programmed nor was I taught of sparkling care…I thought since you were holding Prowl like that, that that is how I was meant to hold the sparkling Jazz… " The younger medic trailed off looking at the ground a light flush skittering across his cheek.

Then suddenly the whimpering stopped form the TIC his optics falling onto the recharging yellow mini bot just like Prowl's. the CMO eyed the two sparklings suspiciously before nudging the smaller medic and other sparkling back into the other room where once outta sight of the yellow mech both began to wail once more. A smile came to the CMO as he exited the room dragging Jazz and First Aid with him where both black and white's fell silent again looking at the yellow mini.

Slowly Ratchet approached and watched as Prowl fumbled with his small servos as if wanting the attention of the yellow mech. "Well I'll be an organics fury uncle …" Ratchet grumbled placing Prowl down as he snuggled into the larger yellow chassis. Plucking Jazz from the other bots still out stretched arms and placing the white next to the SIC bot hiccupped once more before immediately falling into recharge.

"Ratchet?" First Aid questioned the other unsure of what he was rambling on about this time.

"Well I seemed to be wrong." Ratchet finally turned to the other, a small grin on his face plate. "The bond wasn't expunged at all, it's just changed." First Aid looked at him like he had bubonic rust.

"Bond? Changed? What are you talking about Ratch?"

Both medics turned to look at the lancia to have walked through the door his helm fin brightening to stark white as he caught sight of Bumblebee under a sparkling blanket both snuggling firmly towards the spark. Before he could say anything else Ratchet spoke up. "I thought that as sparklings our pain in the aft SIC and TIC had refused their bond with Bee since it was such a mature and deep bond, but it didn't fade…it merely enhanced and changed it, that would also explain why Prowl and Jazz are having no ill effects from the bond 'breaking' between them it didn't it just changed 'frequencies'." Both Wheeljack and First Aid eyed the other with confusion. 'Frequency', many bots knew that bonds had their own but it was unheard of for a bond to change said frequency. With a sigh Ratchet continued. "Think about it, what bond is deeper and more encompassing and even stronger than two or in this case three mates?"

hope ya liked the first chapter I am actually already stating on chapter 2 so hope ya liked it. any way R&R please