Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. This fic was inspired by two fics that I read on – "Oops! What do you mean oops!" and "When trapped within." I thought it might be interesting to twist a few things around that I read in those two stories. This does contain slash and may have male preg in later chapters. No like – no read. This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
Jazz carried his rambunctious, bouncy sparkmate turned sparkling to the med bay, fighting the young one who was struggling to get out of the saboteur's arms. Jazz tried calming the sparkling down, and it worked somewhat until the two entered the med bay and little Prowl saw Ratchet. And Prowl, usually quiet and reserved, began beeping and biting like crazy. If Jazz had not been so experienced with biting sparklings, he would have dropped little Prowl, but since Sunny and Sides were well known biters, Jazz had learned how to deal with it.
BEEP CLICK BEEP CHIRP…BEEP BEEP!!! Prowl rattled off, not wanting to be handled by the old medic.
Jazz had tried to get little Prowl to behave, but no dice. Ratchet just laughed until he realized who he was dealing with. Prowl, usually reserved and quiet, was speaking his little mind, letting it be known in no uncertain terms that he did not want to be handled like he was being handled. Then Ratchet realized that now it was not only the femmes who were sparklings, but Prowl as well. Ratchet swore, as this day just seemed to be getting better and better. And having cleared Prowl, Ratchet went back to repairing Wheeljack and Magnus while Jazz scooped up Prowl and took his sparkmate-turned-sparkling back to their quarters. He was feeling torn, as he longed to have a sparkling, but he wanted it with his sparkmate, not to be his sparkmate.
(Optimus and Elita's room)
Optimus cradled the shaky little red femme. Elita was afraid, of what she knew not, but she felt scared. The only thing that comforted her was the huge red and blue mech that held her carefully far above the floor. Elita looked down really quick only to become afraid again and try to bury herself in Optimus's chest. Optimus, sensing the fear, gently cooed to the sparkling and rubbed her little back, not only calming her down, but also causing her to giggle and blush. Optimus was surprised, as Elita was never ticklish as an adult. In fact, she rarely laughed ever, as she was worn out from the war and worrying about her sparkmate. Optimus smiled as he realized that he was going learn more about his sparkmate than he ever planned.
Optimus tried to set the little femme sparkling down on the berth, but as he lifted his arm back up, he could she her little hands hanging on to his arm, afraid to let go of him. Optimus sighed, Elita was not making anything easy on him as she was very clingy and absolutely refused to let go. This Elita was easily scared and much less independent than she was as her adult self. And so, having no choice, Optimus carried the little femme with him as he headed for the wash room. Since the little femme needed a bath, it was time to run the tap and attempt to clean the terrified little femme off.
(Ironhide and Chromia's quarters)
Ironhide had just arrived back at his room, the strong foul odor from the lubrication filling his olfactory sensors, causing the mech to gag slightly. Ironhide took one look at the little femme and saw the indignant look on her cute little faceplate. Obviously, she was frustrated about something, and then he realized how he was carrying her, with her body far away from his own. She was having a little hissy fit as she hated the way she felt exposed, but Ironhide, still covered in lubrication fluid, did not want the femme to lubricate on him again and he did not want her to try and lick the lubrication fluid off of him, as she had already shown that everything she found went right into her mouth and Ironhide had a heck of a time getting anything away from the little femme, but he finally did manage to take away something she was not suppose to have.
And so, deciding that it would be easiest, Ironhide took the black femme into the shower with him. He wanted to clean her off, but as the reagent rained down, the little femme screamed, not out of fear, but once again, due to how she was held as she felt like she was vulnerable and could fall at any moment, and so she continued to beep, click, chirp, and squeak in fury, trying to get her Lugnut of a sparkmate to take care of her and hold her closer to his chest, which is where she really wanted to be.
Finally, unable to decide what to do first, Ironhide set the femme on the counter while he went to take a shower first. Chromia did not like being left alone, but her boredom was soon alleviated as she figured out how to turn on and off the faucet, causing the reagent in the shower to change from hot to cold and back. Chromia laughed as the loud mech yelled out and swore, as she thought it was funny. Ironhide finally got finished with the shower only to find Chromia about to fall off the counter. He ran to catch her before she could hit the floor. His head hit the wall, and the little femme laughed. Ironhide sighed heavily, this was not his day and he began to wonder if primus hated him.
(Prowl and Jazz's Quarters)
Jazz, embarrassed by his sparkmates outburst in the med bay, had run straight to his and Prowl's room. Prowl was still throwing a hissy fit until Jazz tried using his spark to send love again. Prowl felt the pulse and while looking up pointed to his little chest. Jazz, understanding, put his hand on his own chest to show the little sparkling where the love and warmth was coming from. Prowl, having thrown a hissy fit only a few seconds ago was now calm but dirty, as Jazz caught a whiff of something foul. Jazz removed the blanket that he had taken from the med bay and found that the little sparkling had made a waste dump in it, covering the little mech. Jazz was slightly grossed out, until he watched as his sparkmate dug into the waste and spread it all over his little body. Jazz, about ready to purge his tanks, got Prowl into the washroom as soon as possible.
Once in the washroom, Jazz started the reagent in the sick, filling it up as full as he thought was necessary for the little sparkling, but there was a problem, as the dirty, stinky little mech did not want to have a bath and kept trying to run away. Jazz, doing his best to reassure the little sparkling finally lured the little one in the sink to get him cleaned off. Little Prowl did not make things easy, but Jazz finally got the little one squeaky clean. Jazz was surprised to see that his mate was so different as a sparkling than he was as an adult, but the more he thought about it, the more jazz realized that he really wanted his mate back, but having no idea when that would be, Jazz would take good care of the little sparkling.
(in the med bay)
Ratchet was trying to repair Wheeljack and Magnus who had been damaged during the explosion. Fortunately, the machine had not actually exploded all together, or all would be lost. The problem was a key piece had blown and Wheeljack was needed to fix the machine, and so Ratchet worked on him first while First Aid tended to Magnus. And while Ratchet hoped things would get better soon, that was not going to happen as three disastrous tornadoes known as Sunny, Sides, and Bee ran into the med bay, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Ratchet just shook his head, this was not his day.
