Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me. Has a slight Yaoi.

Paring: OptimusXProwl, Hot RodimusXArcee

Sparklings and their parents:
Hot Rodimus – Optimus and Elita
Arcee – Optimus and Prowl

Summery: (AU, G1) After many years of fighting, the Autobots bring peace to both Earth and Cybertron. Even though there was peace there was many Decepticons still about. Optimus Prime, who had been Prime for so long, is getting old, his old spark wearing down. He knows his time to join the Matrix is coming soon, but what will his passing will affect on one Autobot...

"blah" – Normal human speck
blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking

Forever In Your Arms
By Yami-Yugi

Chapter 2

It wasn't long afterwards everything was done, when old Optimus passed into the Matrix. In the quiet of the Medical Bay, a lone bot sat there on the floor, his back leaning against the medical table. It wasn't long until Ratchet and Jazz pecked into the room. "He's still there." said Jazz.

"He hasn't move from the spot since then." said Ratchet "Out of all of us, Optimus' death hit him the hardest."

"Has he let ya check the little one yet?"

Ratchet shook his head. "Not yet." he said "I think he's still grieving."

"I don't think he'll come out of this." Jazz said as he watched the second in command worriedly "And I'm also worried about his optics. They had been dimming since he gotten the virus."

"Yeah, I notice it was well. But he is not allowing me to check him over."

"What should we do?"

"I'm not sure."

- - -

It was the dead of night, but Prowl didn't leave his spot on the floor of Ratchet's med bay. His legs were pulled against his body, his dulling optics looking at the floor in a blank extremely sad expression on his face. ...O-Optimus... Why did you...why did you have too... ...No use thinking about that now though... He slowly glances up to stare at the ceiling for a while. He should get himself checked out soon... He unconsciously place a hand was the little sparkling was still growing. He didn't want the little one to be damaged because of the virus he had... Plus he did promise the dieing Optimus that he would... ...Might as well do it now... He slowly got up and went to find Ratchet since he was the only one in the room now.

- - -

After walking the halls he finally found Ratchet in the Rec Room talking with Jazz and Bumblebee. "It's gonna be tough with Prime gone..." Bumblebee spoke softly "I'm beginning to miss the big bot already." The other two nodded.

"...Ratchet..." the three heard a familiar voice.

"Prowl..."

"Ya okay Prowl?" Jazz asked.

"...Ratchet...can you..." Prowl started to ask slowly. Ratchet nodded.

Bumblebee looked a bit confused. "Jazz..." he started as he looked at him "What's going on?"

"I don't think I should say..."

"Ahhh come on Jazz. I'm not a little sparkling any more." Bumblebee said "I'm old enough to understand anything."

"I think Prowl should be the one to tell you, it's his news." Bee looked very confused as he looked towards the second in command. "I know you're old enough... but think about it, if you, hypothetically of course, were carrying something special would you want someone else to tell others?"

"I guess not..." Bumblebee said slowly, still confused.

"That's why I won't tell you." Prowl slowly looked towards Ratchet with his fading optics.

"Let's take a look shall we..?" Prowl just nods, and Bumblebee was still a bit confused.

"Would some one please tell me what in Primus is going on?" Bumblebee asked.

"...I... I have a sparkling in me..." Prowl finally spoke.

"OH!" Bumblebee started thinking. "Is that...even possible...?" he asked.

"It's rare." Ratchet said.

"Soo..." Bumblebee started "Whose the lucky bot that made it with you?" Prowl looked down. "What? Is it something I said?"

"Bee..." started Jazz "Think. Who just recently had passed into the Matrix?"

"Oh..."

Ratchet looked up at Prowl with a smile. "The little one is doing quite well." he said "I don't know why you are so worried. That virus isn't a treat to it. It's just messing up with your minor systems."

"...No it's not..." Prowl said slowly.

"What are you saying Prowl?"

"...It's nothing..." Prowl said "...Thanks for everything Ratchet...I'm not too worried now..." With that three bots watch Prowl leave the room.

"It seems he still worried." said Bumblebee.

"His optics still look to be dulling for some reason." said Ratchet "I'm a bit worried that Prowl still won't let me check it out."

"Unless it something he knows ya can't fix." said Jazz also as worried as the other three about Prowl.

- - -

Many mouths past and Prowl's optic vision systems were getting worse. It was also nearing the time for the sparkling that was in him to make its debut to the world. In Ratchet's Medical Bay, the only ones that as there with the second in command was Ratchet and Jazz. "It's almost time, Prowl." said Ratchet after he looked at the monitors "You ready?"

Prowl nods slowly. "...I am..."

- - -

After many hours of brutal pain, the little sparkling was born, and sadly at the same time the hardship finally fried Prowl's already deteriorating optics. "It's a femme Prowl." Ratchet said with a smile as he looked towards the second in command. He nearly drops the small pink sparkling in his arms when he saw Prowl's dark optics. "Prowl!"

Jazz and Ratchet race over to Prowl, fearing the second in command's spark had gone to the Matrix. "...I'm okay..." they surprisingly heard Prowl spoke weakly.

Ratchet came closer to Prowl and started to check his optic systems. "Primus Prowl, your optic systems are fried." He said "When did this happen?"

"...I knew it was going to happen soon..." Prowl said.

"Prowl, ya should have told us ya optic systems weren't working." said Jazz.

"You know I would have try and fix it." said Ratchet.

"...I knew you would but, couldn't..." Prowl spoke weakly.

"Don't tell me the virus did this?" Jazz said "I thought ya said it will only affect Prowl's minor systems."

"It appears I was wrong." said Ratchet "It seems to the virus, Prowl's optic systems were a minor system to it."

"Ya mean to tell me Prowl won't be able to see?"

"..."

"...I knew it..." Prowl spoke.

"You do know with this you can't do much as you use to." said Ratchet.

"...I know..." A sound of a crying sparkling could be heard. "...Can I hold her...?"

Ratchet smiled a bit. "Sure Prowl." He said as he gently places the little pink bot in Prowl's arms.

Prowl "looks" towards the sound the little bot in his arms. "...Shhh...its okay. Daddy's here..." he spoke softly "...Everything is going to be okay, Arcee."