::Bond::
Thought
"Speaking"
~Comm link~
… JettwinsareOOC; Idon'townTransformers… kaythnx, bai :D

He never thought it'd happen, but Jetfire knew what he had heard, and Ratchet never lied to one of his patients. The jet attempted to block out what his teammates were discussing and put his processor on other things, but that didn't really help with Jetstorm beside him, poking his shoulder-strut the whole time.

"They're talking about you…" he'd say.

"I know…" Jetfire would reply. "I wish they wouldn't… I'm sparked; it's not that big-a-deal…"

"Not that big-a-deal!?" Jetstorm repeated in shock: thankful that the others hadn't heard his outburst. "Brother, did you not hear what Ratchet said? A youngling can't handle a sparkling!"

Jetfire briefly ignored the statement and set his servos on his hips, watching the rest of the Elite Guard squabble over the situation they'd heard from Ratchet solarcycles before.

"I don't see why I can't…" he went on. "I mean, both of us are almost 100 stellarcycles of age!"

"… True… so, we can't be counted as younglings like we used to be…" Jetstorm admitted, looking at the floor. That was true; in the time they'd rescued Jetfire from the Decepticons, both the jettwins had aged a few orbitalcycles, and were almost full-grown mechs.
Blitzwing knows that… He still calls me 'his youngling' though, Jetfire thought with a small smile, remembering the last encounter he'd had with his bond-mate; which was a few solarcycles before-hand.

"We're teen-bots now anyway… I still don't think it matters…"

Jetstorm face-servoed beside his brother, but Jetfire didn't seem to notice. The older mechs and femmes seemed to have ceased their debate and returned to their duties… well, except Reggae and Nightmelody; the two femmes walking over to the jettwins.

"So… did Ratch find out how long or why you developed carrier protocols, Fire?" Reggae inquired, sporting the nickname she used for the orange-twin. Jetfire tapped his helm with a digit, keeping one servo on his hip as he thought.

"Well… he said I was created with them apparently, but no one knew until now, of course," he explained, exchanging a glance with Jetstorm. "Must have rubbed off from our carrier…"

"What about you, Stormy?" Nightmelody questioned; a little concerned for her spark-mate.

"Not me. I've got all mech and sire protocols," Jetstorm replied, not really wanting to brag before his twin. "But… I guess it's common for one in six mechs to get the carrier protocols instead of a femme."

"Well, just between us four, you're not the only one, Fire," Reggae spoke up, lowering her voice a little; her pale-blue optics hardly focused on one of them. "Jazz ended up with them too, but don't tell him I told you."

Jetfire and Jetstorm exchanged a soft giggle. That explains Jazz and Prowl's 'unexplained' sparkling…

"On another note, do you know if the little one's mech or femme yet? It'd be so cute if it were a femme!" Nightmelody giggled; her servos over her mouthplates. Jetfire blushed a little from the question, but brushed it off after a shake of his helm.

"Ratchet said he'll be able to find out in a few orbitalcycles time," he answered, uncomfortably putting a servo over his spark chamber. "Once it's m-moved to my gestation chamber…"

"Aww, don't be embarrassed about it, Fire. Me and Melody are gonna have to go through exactly what you're handling sooner or later," Reggae admitted with a soft vent. "The fun of being a femme!"

"Maybe sooner between Storm and me," Nightmelody added with a small grin. Jetstorm's optics shuttered in a blink.

"C-Can we, wait a few stellarcycles before that happens?" he wondered, shuddering a little before stepping in place beside his brother. "I-I want to live up t-to being an uncle first b-before I'm a sire myself!"

Jetfire laughed and shook his helm, waving them off as he ventured outside again for the decacycle, venting in the cool air before sitting down and leaning against the ship's docking-ramp.

"… It might be nice to have a femme…" he thought aloud, looking up at the blue sky above. "Wonder what Blitzwing thinks…"

At the thought of his bond-mate, Jetfire mentally whimpered. After Megatron had found out he and the triple-changer had bonded, Blitzwing took more damage than thought-for, all because Jetfire was an Autobot! Last he had seen him, the triple-changer's frame was shaped differently; Blitzwing explaining he'd taken up different alt-modes due to the damage.

"He's still a jet, but… I can't quite put my digit on his other alt-mode…" the teen-bot admitted, resting his helm on his servos. "Maybe I should ask him…"

"Ask whom vhat?"

Jetfire ex-vented teasingly, shooting his optics to one side as an elder Cybertronian wandered over to his position.

"Why, hello Blitzwing."

Heheh, sneaky hinting of JazzXProwl :3

So… If you're wondering, the jettwins are around about 95 stellarcycles this story and in 'Smitten Sparks'… but, as I haven't got my head completely around Cybertronian ages, I'm not sure how old that is in Earth-years, but I'm pretty sure it's equivalent to young-adults or something like that…

… I think their cycle is 'sparkling, youngling, teen-bot and then whatever gender they are, mech or femme'… Adults basically…

Another thing is:
Nanoklik = second
Klik = minute
Megacycle = hour
Solarcycle = day
Decacycle = week
Orbitalcycle = month
Stellarcycle = year
… just in case you're wondering, and this will be for throughout the story too….

… I'll stop my ranting now and go finish & upload Chapter 2. Sounds good enough? Okay…