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Chapter 2
Wheeljacks helm panels flashed through a rainbow of colors before settling on a soft blue. "Surely Ratchet you don't mean they-"
Ratchet nodded solemnly. "Yes, it would appear they have adapted to their bond with bumblebee and he theirs. The bond had turned into a bond between carriers and their sparkling(s). Prowl and Jazz as well seem to have changed their bond to that of kin. Their bonds are no longer lethal as they are just a different frequency. Bumblebee's spark acted as it did 'cause it was searching for its mates not it's offspring."
First Aid eyed the three on the medical berth a sudden horrified look crossing his features. "I believe we have a more pressing issue than just a spark broken mini bot then. I am hopefully not presumptuous in believing that it will force Bumblebee to raise the two as his own…inevitably driving a wedge between a possible rebonding with the three. It will cause too much awkwardness for poor 'Bee." First Aid finished sighing heavily through his vents.
"Wheeljack please before Bumblebee or the others awake can you take these energon samples and see if maybe you can find a way to reverse these effects?" Ratchet handed over two separately labeled test kits and ushered the engineer away, said engineer deep in thought over the new information only offered an awkward nod.
Bumblebee rebooted slowly an ache in his chassis that he feared to linger on. Just when he was about to sit up he stalled when a weight held him down. He could have struggled the weight off easily enough but as he on lined his sluggish systems he was shocked to see two small wings stick up and twitch right before his optics. Bumblebee would recognize those wings anywhere he smiled believing for the briefest of moments that it was all only a horrible defrag. Yet as he watched the wings in fascination he made notes on how they couldn't possibly be his Datsun's. The wings were much too small, the colors though where the same and even went as far as to spell 'police' on the two. Yet when Bumblebee reached up touch them a small disgruntled sound came from his left side. Slowly almost as if he was still in recharge and it was all just a messed up defrag he noticed a white, pouty, visored, horned sparkling eyeing him.
The visor dim as if weakened from starvation, yet instead of cry out like a normal sparkling would have had the decency to stay quiet and let the bot before him recharge. But of course once optic and visor contact was made; the consideration waned as he clicked and whimpered in slight pain and annoyance a pout seeming to form on his lips.
The world crashed down around him as he knew that face, it was Jazz and the twitching wings did belong to his Prowl yet what…how? He looked between the two trying his hardest not to crash as he eyed the sparklings. His vents couldn't decide whether to speed up or stop all together settling instead to cause a panting or gasping reaction from the yellow mini bot.
"Seems Sleeping Robotica finally got that kiss after the apple…" a gruff voice said Ratchet slowly going to the still prone mini bot trying to ignore the weird fish face that had settled onto the others face plate.
Bumblebee shuttered his optics before on lining them again, slowly he vented a breath before talking to the medic in surprisingly enough a very calm voice. "Ratchet? That was Slate Gray and the Seven Insectacons…. Sleeping Robotica was cursed to prick her finger on a surgical blade and fall into a sleep like 'death'-" the mini bot droned on for a moment before tapering off.
It took little time for Ratchet to realize that the spies programming had kicked in, this calm indifferent demeanor was protocol for spies to hack into when they feared torture was inevitable. Shutting their systems down in an attempt to relieve stress; Jazz taught the mini fragger well, Ratchet mused to himself. "Whatever! There are too many damn princesses and curses and sparkling stories!" Ratchet snapped trying to give the bot an air of normalcy in attempt to diffuse his killer-indifferent-self. Gently easing the TIC and SIC off of Bumblebee's chest plate
Ratchet tried to watch the mech for any sudden aggression much like a human would warily eye a mother bear and cub. Ratchet didn't miss the twitch of the servo nearest him as if the bot was going to lash out at him and keep the sparklings cradled into his chassis. Nor did the medic miss the deepening in blue of his optics as he watched the medic with intent. Ratchet didn't even need to be told that such 'bizarre' assurances had happened without the mini bot having even been aware that he went into cyber bear mode.
"Ratchet what happened to them?" the voice was mouse like and afraid causing Ratchet to make optic contact with the young bot before him once more, yet when he tried he noticed the others optics held only room for the black and whites. Bumblebee had taken the two bots right back from Ratchet-who was planning to move them away so he could rescan the mini bot- and placed them between his stabilizing servos, bending his knee so as to make a small corral for the sparklings. Both said sparklings didn't fuss when the yellow bot sat them down only staring up at him the occasional click or whimper from their vocals as they eyed their 'carrier'.
"Kid I… I honestly do not have the answer to that. Both Prowl and Jazz took Primes shot, but it obviously didn't offline them. We have Wheeljack and Skyfire looking into the science portion of it all with Perceptor leading as their medical guide. They are not only trying to figure out what has happened to them but how to reverse the effects as well. Till then Prime and I both agree that you will be put on the roster as inactive until further notice." Ratchet spoke almost methodically as he gently used one finger to gain the two sparklings attention wiggling the digit back and forth. Prowls wings flicked and twittered before his optics reset in a 'blinking' like motion his head gently canting to the side. Slowly his tiny servo grasped the medics' finger with all its might and brought it so his mouth sticking the digit in his mouth. The sparkling began to lightly teeth and gnaw at the digit as he flopped onto his black plated aft. Ratchet couldn't stop the smirk that made its self known on his face plate. Oh if only the SIC was conscious of the action, he would disassemble the medic alive if he held this against him….might just be worth the hassle.
Bumblebee looked appalled. Yet the look really wasn't aimed at Ratchet or the actions of Prowl, it seemed more focused on just trying to comprehend what had happened to his lovers. "Ratchet you can't do that! You can't take me off roster! I want to catch the Fragger that-"
Well He'd been wrong before the mini bot was appalled at his words… a hard whack with a wrench stopped the yellow bot short of continuing his train of conversation. "Bumblebee! You are not taken off roster because of mental instability! You're taken off roster on sparkling leave!" Ratchet stood up back strut straight as he crossed his arms he refused to let the other argue with him.
Bumblebee felt like he was about to crash! Again! First his lovers now him? What else could go so wrong! "How far along am I?" He tried to ignore the pain in his helm as he whispered his question a servo gently stroking his chest plate.
"What?" Ratchet asked completely taken aback for a moment as he tried to see where all the beetles rage had gone too he raised an orbital ridge when he saw the yellow mini bot stroke his lightly scratched chest plating. Ratchets finger removing itself from the lubricated wet orifice he let a small curl come to his lip plates as he wiped his servo dry with a rather grossed out sounding 'ehw'; the young Prowl looking rather put-out by the loss of his toy.
"How far along am I sparked?!' Bumblebee snapped turning an ire some glare onto the white and red as he dropped the small cloth in his servos. Bumblebee felt so much anger, and sadness, confusion…he knew it was his hormone programming causing such a whiplash in his persona because normally he would never yell at Ratchet, he assured himself.
"Wha-?" Ratchet blinked in confusion before he sighed heavily shaking his head, before double fisting the wrench and using it to bang his helm on. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Ratchet hissed out while Bumblebee eyed him warily. "You glitch! You're not with spark! Your bondeds need you to watch over them!" Ratchet snarled at the small bot first raised high prepared for another assault with a wrench.
Oh…maybe he wasn't hormonal, maybe he was just in shock and feeling a little more well endowed with nuts and ball bearings than he thought? Twin whimpers broke Bumblebee from his train of thought and he looked down between his stabilizing servos. His spark wrenched in two at the watery opaque looking optics that looked at him. Both Jazz and Prowl had managed to get on their servos and knees and both pawed gently at his yellow plating. "Ratchet what's wrong with them?" Bumblebee asked as he felt his arms wrap around the two small frames before him both nestling into his chassis as he pulled them closer; simultaneously they began to wail in a multitude of different tones and clicks, the pitches throwing both mechs for an audio feed back loop.
Ratchet blinked before wanted to face palm again. "Bee, open your chassis I need to see your spark." Bumblebee flushed as he looked at Ratchet. Sure he shouldn't feel so shy or abashed Ratchet was a medic and had seen more sparks than Bee had probably met bots! That didn't change the fact that he didn't like to bare his spark. Slowly the yellow mini bot retracted his chest plates baring his spark to the two sparklings and the CMO, careful not to harm the small bodies in his hold from the withdrawal of plating. Ratchet grumbled something to himself before removing the golden wire, plucking it from the others chest.
The sudden surge of electricity through the yellow bots system had him hissing in pained pleasure. Without hesitation his fans kicked on and vented out in gasping pants as he whimpered when pressure built under his cod piece. Ratchet winced and looked apologetically at the small bot before him. "Should have warned ya, the wire has a kick to it." Bumblebee glared at the medic as his spark stuttered and expanded once more in search of its mates. "Now, enough of that! You need to concentrate Bee, don't feel for a Spark feel for a form, a mass, a complete being." Ratchet reprimanded the young bot before him.
Bumblebee wanted to call the medic crazy but hissed as his spark bounded again. Venting hard and ignoring his heated systems Bumblebee let his spark search frequencies. It skittered when it saw a two way link with two more sparks and lashed out almost violently in its desperation grasping the new bond.
The wails stopped suddenly both visor and optics deepening in an almost hung over like look as their heads lolled forward thunking none too gently against the now closed spark chamber both releases a soft contented purr from their small engines. Bumblebee felt his spark and body drain of energy rather rapidly leaving him lethargic and weak. The feeling confused his CPU as he suddenly felt his preservation programming kick in and run system scans trying to find the leak in his systems that which was draining his energy yet on his HUD it showed an all clear.
Ratchet wrapped his left arm around the younger bot around his lower back plating for support, the other arm wrapped around both of Bumblebee's arms securing the suddenly slackened grip on the two sparklings. "Easy Bee." Ratchet said calming bumblebee's racing CPU as he gently laid all three patients down before he raised the padded railings on the berth.
"Ratch…what juz-" Bumblebee stopped and off lined his optics trying to get his gyroscope to even out and the world to stop spinning his grasp firming up on the two unmoving forms that clung to his chassis. For the beefiest of moment Bumblebee didn't hear the soft purring from the other twos engines' and he feared he had somehow caused grievous harm to his small lovers.
"That young'en -Ratchet let a soft chuckle loose as he stood back and tried to get the others attention once more.-was your first time feeding two hungry sparklings." Bumblebee looked at Ratchet in confusion but before he could talk Ratchet spoke first. "What you thought they ate energon?" Ratchet asked with a fond smile at the other. "If ya ask me though I think you may have over fed there 'Bee." Ratchet said while looking down to the unconscious forms the engines having mellowed out into silence. Both vented deeply with a small contented smile on their faces, Jazz even shifted and used a horn to prod gently at Bumblebee's chassis as he got comfortable.
"Sadly yeah…I did think that. So they feed off spark energy?" Bumblebee winced when Ratchet nodded. "Will it always feel so…" Bumblebee trailed off as he tried to reboot his smaller functions, like his optics.
"Draining? No, if done right you will barely even notice the feeding, but if you desperately gorge the poor creature then yeah it takes a pit of a lot from the carrier." Ratchet said as he watched Bumblebee shift on his back in an effort to get comfortable. "Here this should help." Ratchet attached an energon drip into the port in the side of his chassis making the smaller bot sigh and relax. When the feeling of cool energon flushing through his systems at a fast rate it took all of a nano klik for his fans to kick off and vent heavily with relief, the pain in his chassis and cod piece thankfully abating. "You are taking this much better than I could have hoped." Ratchet mused softly a fond smile gracing his faceplate as he rearranged the two sparklings into a more natural position.
Bumblebee looked at Ratchet then back and forth between his two…well what was left of his two mates. "I thought they were dead, I am just glad they are still online." Bumblebee whispered his optics fading lightly with affection as a smile crept upon his face plate, his servos trailing feather light caresses against their cheeks.
Ratchet looked at the three forms all of a klik before turning away. He felt terrible how messed up could this fragging planet get? Bumblebee didn't realize how bad this would turn out everyone but him saw the issue in Bumblebee being forced to raise his bond mates. "Bee?" the yellow mech arched his orbital ridges and hummed but was unable to spare any more than that for the medic. "You realize that only your spark energy can feed them for the next stellar cycle?"
Bumblebee's optics shot online as he looked at the medic. He had heard that any one could feed a sparkling….course no one said how just that it could be done. Ratchet sighed…he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Bee only you can feed them cause of your bond that you share. You would have to be offlined before they would event attempt to accept anybot else. They would know in their own sparks if you were still online. Even if they are programmed for survival it hasn't been unheard of for sparklings to starve to death because they refused to feed off another spark. Your bond you have with them now is the same as a carrier would have for their own sparkling. Do you understand?"
Bumblebee blinked then nodded. "I…I think so Ratchet." He was unsure and tried his hardest to comprehend it all but he felt lost without Jazz or Prowl to help try and….well he felt lost without Jazz there to help him understand by putting it into his words; and felt lost without Prowl making it worse with his logic on it all.
whelp that didn't take too long hope you like the second chapter... the muse just keeps dishing out TF FanFictions... weird... oh well please read and review
