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Summary: In which the war between Autobots and Decepticons never happened, Cybertron welcomes the birth of a new sparkling in vorns, Megatron becomes an Uncle and Starscream and Jazz fight to become Godfather.
It was mostly another peaceful day on Cybertron.
Iacon, the capital of Cybertron, buzzed with life early in the day, the bots going about on their daily lives while younglings played around on the streets, lighting up the place with their laughter while the two factions that ruled over Cybertron aided in the rebuilding and reconstruction of their war-torn planet over the vorns.
After centuries of war, the Fallen were finally defeated for good, and Cybertron was at peace at last.
Although, the main focus was of the little bundle of life that was currently residing within Metroplex, the giant city bot that had fused itself with the Citadel vorns ago and had been part of it ever since. No more than a few vorns back the AllSpark had once again been found, traced to a planet known as Earth. The sons of Sentinel Prime had promptly gone on a mission to retrieve the heart of their planet, but not before they recounted some amusing experiences they had there and the run-ins with surviving factions of the Fallen.
But all in all, the Allspark was home, Cybertron was well on its way to its former glory, and there was much hope for the sparking of new hatchlings, much of who had been lost when the Fallen had made to target the Youth Sectors, wiping out thousands of Hatchlings, sparklings and younglings.
Till this day it was grim memory for all the bots.
But now, they could move on from the shadows of the price of war.
Which was why the entire planet had celebrated as Sentinel announced news of the hatchling between Optimus Prime and Elita-One, who had bonded together, finally, after the war had ended.
Cybertron was truly well on its way to recovering its former glory.
And which was also precisely why, unknown to the bustling bots outside of the walls of Metroplex, it was complete chaos to those that were residing inside of the walls.
"Has anybot informed Prime yet!? No? Well somebot get him now!" Flamewar was yelling as bots ran all around carrying blankets, water and other necessities. Several stammers of 'Yes M'am!' were heard before the guards scurried off to do what they were told.
"Flamewar!" the female Deception turned her head as Arcee came zooming up to her. "I just heard the news and came back at once. How are both of them?"
Flamewar shook her head. "Not sure yet. Come on. Chromia and First Aid are with her now, and Primus knows that it's still several orns early for the hatchling to be hatched."
"Those that are hatched early…there's a chance that it could be…" Arcee trailed off hesitantly. Flamewar nodded grimly.
"Let's hope that Primus gives us all a miracle then."
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Several breems earlier…
It was a good day.
Welcoming the warmth on her casing before walking back into the room, Elita hummed softly to the presence of the other source of her warmth in the room; her hatchling, her precious treasure between her and Optimus.
As she reached for the sac hanging with the room, she felt it vibrate pleasantly to her song. Elita smiled softly. "Do you love it, little one?"
The sac pulsed gently. Elita stroked the sac, reaching out with her spark to the tiny life inside, smiling as it reached out back to her. "I love it too. As much as I love you."
"It's a pretty world out there, one I can't wait to let you see soon. And I'm sure your workaholic sire will have to take his time off work to play with you. And I totally approve because it'll be bad if he doesn't have time for both of us, right?"
The sac buzzed, almost happily. Elita beamed and pressed a kiss to the sac. A knock to the door drew her attention, but her hand did not leave the sac as she watched her visitors walk in.
"How's the little one doing today?" Chromia, Ironhide's beautiful bonded and her closest friend smiled as she walked in, First Aid trailing after her. "Although, by how you look, it seems the little one is doing great today."
"He is." Elita chuckled as she walked over to her friends. "He's more responsive today. I reached out with my spark, and he reached back to me. He can hear everything, it seems."
"How do you know it's a he though?" First Aid queried, curious. Elita shrugged. "Carrier's instinct. It becomes clearer as the orbital cycles past."
"Has it really been almost meta-cycle though?" First Aid wondered. "Seems like only yesterday that you and Prime sparked a hatchling."
"Time flies. Although we're left with only but an orbital cycle more before he's due." Chromia said as she and First Aid walked over to the sac for the latter to do his daily checks on the hatchling. "Have you fed him already?"
"A joor ago. Although I would think it's almost time for his meal again." Elita turned towards the cabinet to retrieve some energon for hatchlings when a sharp pain coursed through her spark, and she doubled over as another wave ran through her spark, her processor struggling to keep with the sudden attack.
"Elita!" Chromia ran over, First Aid close behind. "What's wrong?"
Elita did not respond, instead reaching out for her bonded, confused when she realized that it wasn't from Optimus. Chromia was here and there was no way any of her other friends could be in harm's way, so where was this agony coming from?
So lost in her thoughts she missed the pulse Optimus sent back to her in question from where he was at Vos with Megatron, overseeing rebuilding operations and ensuring that there would be no repeat of the bloody Gladiatorial games that Vos had been infamous for. The thoughts were cut short again as another wave attacked her, and Elita struggled to reach out with her spark to find the source of the pain…
A tiny spark reached back to her. Elita's sky blue optics widened as she heard the first drip drip sounds of the embryo liquid that was leaking of out the sac.
"Elita?" Chromia asked, reaching out with her spark to her friend, only to sense intense confusion and fear. "What's wrong?"
There was silence for a while. "…I think the little one wants out now."
"What?" First Aid said. "That's not possible it's not-" he cut himself off as he too, finally saw the slowly growing pool of embryo liquid on the floor. Chromia was stunned into silence. "But it's too early…" she whispered.
First Aid turned on his comm. "Red Alert?"
"Yes?" Red Alert responded almost immediately.
"Where's Ratchet right now?"
"Ratchet's out attending to patients in the city plaza with Perceptor. Why?"
"You might want to get the Hatchet back, like now, and get Perceptor too while you're at it."
"Is something the matter?" Red Alert sounded confused. "You know how Ratchet is when you disturb him-"
"The hatchling is hatching."
There was a long silence before the comm went dead. Knowing that Red Alert was probably contacting the other two, First Aid stood up as the other nursing bots in the room looked frantic. He rested his optics on Elita, who had since snapped out of her shock and was cooing to the sac while Chromia barked orders around to prepare for the delivery of the hatchling.
"Primus help us all." He muttered softly as he walked quickly towards Elita One, his processor whirring uneasily.
They were going to need it, because Primus knew that a hatchling that hatched early usually never made it past the first few orns...
A/N: So…depending on how it goes, I may or may not continue this fic. What do you guys think though?