Notes: Yeah! People are reading this fic and seem to be enjoying it. Plan is for Bumblebee to continue then the other Autobots to return and they decide to pair up with the femmes, a few forming a permanent spark relationship and helping to raise the sparklings (once discovered). Moreover, this is a bit more adult and smutty per reader requests but still not my main style of writing. I did try. Canon pairings to start so Optimus and Elita, Ironhide and Chromia, Ratchet and Moonracer for sure. Prowl to get a femme too and not sure who else yet.

CHAPTER TWO
THE DISCOVERY OF WHO IS COMING

Bumblebee snuggled, feeling the strong metal arms wrap around him, fingers rubbing across his helm as the femme voice murmured too softly for him to hear the words but enough to feel the emotion they carried. He sighed, opening his optics then blinked at the darkness.

"Here," a femme voice said, thermal images showing her armored hand sliding across the light sensor. The ceiling lights brightened, revealing Flareup sharing his recharge berth.

"Flareup. Why are you?" he sputtered, pulling back from her warm chassis.

"I wanted company and you were alone," she answered, her blue optics bright.

"I sleep alone. Do you know how dangerous it was for you to sneak in here?" He grabbed both her hands in his tightly. "I'm a scout! We react to protect ourselves. I could have blasted you before my optics were even open," he vented hard, distressing.

She raised on armored hand to cup his face gently. "You're on the injured list. Ratchet disabled your weapons and transform. I knew he would disable your instant reactions to prevent sneaking around those overrides. He did that to me last year."

"He never said," the young yellow armored scout grumped, fingering the broken tip of his horn. "Warned me repairs would be slow and some programs would be offline but not which ones." He glanced down at his leg brace, hating the external metal display of his injuries.

"I'm guessing your auto updater with Teletran is down too?" she asked, sliding up on one elbow to watch him more intently.

"Why?"

"Nothing happened, relax," she trailed one finger across the center of his yellow helm and out the tip of his intact side horn, watching him smile at the caress. "Your door is locked so we won't be disturbed. Elita and Chromia changed shifts and are recharging by now. Moonracer and Roulette are command deck. Firestar and Arcee were getting energon when I came here. The mech teams report signs of damage but no direct contact with the Decepticons. And you over slept your morning check-in with medical, being me today an hour ago."

He chuckled, rolling his optics at her. "House calls? I'm touched."

"Not yet but I would like too. Are you up to this?" she asked, relying on his answer. His external battle damage bothered her even as Ratchet's reports reassured her it was parts replacements and not spark threatening as it might appear.

"This being me fragging you?" he asked merrily, his lip plates forming a wide smile.

"Bee!" She gasped and giggled in embarrassment. "You make it sound so mechanical and plain."

"Hmm," he processed. "May I make your spark sing and your vocals scream as I delight your valve into ecstasy?"

She laughed, too embarrassed to answer, ducking her head down into the recharge covers. She felt his touch on her hip plate then relaxed as his deft fingers tapped out a sore spot. "How did you know?" She looked up and over at him.

"Way you move when you walk. Ironhide's entire hip was shattered and partially rebuilt, making him limp. I recognized the same hesitation, though smaller in your movements," he admitted, concentrating on moving under the edge of her armor to ease the sensor node.

"Ironhide? You don't?"

"Slag no!" he yelped, sitting up and nearly falling of the recharge berth. "I would never touch a mech like that and certainly not him!"

"Chromia?" she realized, mentally kicking herself for missing the obvious.

"Yes, Chromia. She came to med bay to adjust her finger cogs after helping him so much. Wore out a servo resetting his sensor relays. She explained how to ease a overworked node while Ratchet repaired her and I waited for my systems to be rebuilt."

"I bet she overworked on him," she purred, laying her head down on her arm.

"Processor out of the cleaning tunnels," he wriggled a stubby yellow metal finger at her. "Repairs are not replacements. This spot," he pressed as she writhed, shifting her leg restlessly from the feeling inside its neural pathways. "Is medical and not physical alone."

"You're the one that mentioned fragging me," she reminded.

"Is that all you want?" he asked leaning his faceplates close to hers. "I can do that and spark too."

Her valve cover slid over with a click as the transforming sound signaled the gap beginning to form in her chest plates. "How about both?"

"Can do," he smirked, sliding his hand down her hip plates and to her valve opening. Gently, he traced the edge with his fingers, feeling her lubricant beginning to seep. "I do need a medical opinion on my strength and endurance," he teased, slipping one finger in gently and teasing around the inner edge. Her reply was a low moan. Purple lubricant seeped down his fingers and he nodded. He pulled back, grabbing and removing his crotch cover before signaling his spike to release from its internal housing as his spark began to pulse.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Bumblebee opened his optics to darkness and frowned. A heavy weight lay against and partially on him, causing a moment of panic before his memory cores came online. "Flareup, I remember," he smirked, running one hand across her armor. He remote keyed the lights to their low setting, seeing her in full recharge.

"My energon alarm woke me. I need to refuel and it's almost noon," he realized, sliding out from under her and off the recharge berth. "Uh, clean up first," he realized, looking down at himself. Dark trans oil spotted his waist where his spike recessed as well as her purple valve lubricant. Absently, he rubbed at his chest plates, feeling an ache in his spark. She stirred, waking up and looking his direction.

"That was fantastic," she purred, totally relaxed. "Hmm, I don't hurt anywhere, my memories are great and you are a bad little mech. Teasing me and making me endure that many frags and spark overloads."

"You did ask for both," he leaned in, running his lip plates over hers before subspacing out a cleaning cloth. "We need to refuel. I don't keep energon in here." They both wiped away the obvious traces before leaving to grab energon and go their separate ways. Bumblebee went to the designated mech side of the wash racks and enjoyed the quiet of the room.

Flareup returned to the room she shared with the other two femmes and used their private wash racks. It had no mirror, broken the week before in an accident or she would have seen the small light essence forming under her spark when scrubbing at the yellow paint on the edge of her open chest plate but didn't.

Two hours later Elita tracked her down to ask about updating medical records and found them all in the recreation room.

:: Chromia, did I miss anything lately?:: Elita One sent on their internal comm line.

::No why? Perimeter sensors triggering?:: Chromia answered.

::Bumblebee is on the main couch, in full recharge with Firestar, Arcee and Flareup cuddling around him, also in recharge:: Elita One

::Awww, how cute. Poor mini mech took quite a beating. Nice to see the unpaired femmes getting protective over him. Beginning to worry only we mated femmes used our protocols:: Chromia

::I want them to use their processors. If they are playing and goofing off at night instead of recharging that does not leave them battle ready:: Elita One complained.

::Ease up commander. Our late night room check showed them alone in their own quarters remember? Bumblebee loves online games and so does Firestar. Arcee probably was listening to her music collection, practically beats out Jazz for number of songs and Flareup was reading med reports. Ratchet is hard enough to understand let alone his reports. She was worried about Bumblebee's injuries, mentioned it to me twice now:: Chromia

::Good point. The Twins would have been trouble or half the other mechs come to process it:: Elita One

::Only half? See you at shift:: Chromia teased then closed the comm line.

That afternoon, the first teams began arriving back, hitting the wash racks then their recharge berths for much needed recharge time. Optimus and his officers went to the command deck while Ratchet brought in Tracks and Brawn, both hurt from a cliff collapsing under their weight while investigating a possible sighting of Laserbeak. The femmes greeted their friends and fellow warriors but avoided Ratchet, knowing his grumpy attitude about accidents.

Recreation Room

Early Evening

Ratchet entered the recreation area, grumping about unnecessary injuries and thick-chipped mechs when he looked at Firestar, nearly tripping as his sensitive scans registered her energy signatures. "Primus!" he swore and moved towards her, his red and white frame weaving around the other mechs talking and sipping energon. "I need to talk to you in private right now," he cupped her elbow joint in his hand then frowned when she stepped back.

"I am not going anywhere with that attitude mister nasty bot. Show some manners," the femme growled, instinctively folding her arms across her chest protectively.

"I'm chief medical officer and I have the right to order you into med bay for your own good,' he hissed, not wanting to make a scene on what he knew was her condition.

"I'm fine. In fact," her lip plates formed a wide grin as her optics blazed. "I have never felt better. "

He vented softly, feeling the optics of the others in the room watching. There was no way she was going to go with him and he was not about to injure or risk injuring her to force her. "You are carrying a sparkling," he said.

Gasps met his announcement from the mechs as she giggled. "Sparkling? Hah! That would require that I…uhm…" she trailed off, counting rapidly and pulling internal medical reports. "Oh pit."

"You are?" Jazz's visor blazed bright blue as he moved closer. "You really are, I mean she is?" he asked Ratchet who nodded. He froze then up linked to the Autobot command deck.

::Hey all! Ratchet just announced Firestar is carrying a sparkling essence! There gonna be a baby bot here!:: Jazz

Optimus felt his jaw gears go slack behind his battle mask as Prowl twitched his monochromatic door wings, his logic glitch nearly offlining him. Ironhide raised an armored fist triumphantly while the other Autobots began chattering in their native language.

::Optimus to Ratchet. Can you confirm Firestar is carrying?:: Prime

::How slagging fast does news travel on this ship? Never mind. Yes, she is carrying a sparkling essence:: Ratchet

::How long?:: Prime

::I will know shortly, we are en route to med bay now. I am guessing about one earth day:: Ratchet

::How is that possible? There were no mechs around then:: Prime

::Bumblebee was:: Ratchet reminded then felt the comm line close with a snap. He had almost reached med bay with Firestar when Ironhide's frantic comm call boomed across his systems.

::MEDICAL EMERGENCY! REPEAT MEDICAL EMERGENCY ON THE COMMAND DECK:: Ironhide

::What happened?:: Ratchet pointed at Firestar for his assistant First Aid to attend to her then broke into a full tilt run for the nearest elevator.

::Prime is in stasis shock. Keeled over without a word:: Ironhide

::That all? Lug head! You had me worried. Slap him and bring him around. I am in the elevator now. Be there shortly:: Ratchet sent, waiting for the doors to open. They slid open and he shot out, running down the hall and around the corner. Arcee flattened against the wall as he passed then yelped as he tried sliding to a stop. Tried as he was going too fast, turning his upper body to get a double scan of her energy signatures. Force times mass times twist and KAWHAM! He fell hard, sliding as systems reset. A blurry Arcee moved into his line of vision.

"You okay? That looked like that hurt," she asked, bending down to help him up. His medically multi layered scanning optics focused on her chest plates and the unique energy signatures behind them.

"Primus! You're carrying a sparking too," he said quietly.

"What? No way, I was…with….uhm," she stopped, counting and pulling internal medical records.

::Where are you? Prime is coming around but dazed:: Ironhide

::With Arcee in the outer hallway from the command center. She is carrying a sparkling too:: Ratchet sent

::Two femmes? How the matrix spark did that occur?:: Ironhide

::I think I know but for now get Prime back in his chair and hold him there. His balance compensators are slow to rest. Be there shortly:: Ratchet

He strode onto the command deck, seeing Elita and frowned. He focused his medical scanners on her then vented in relief. 'Only her signature and nothing else. Then again,' he mentally kicked himself, 'She is spark mated to a Prime and would never look the way of another mech."

To be continued....