Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to its associated appropriates and not me.
Warnings: use of profanities, mention of Mpreg
'Blah' – thoughts
::Blah:: - Radio Communication
:/blah\: - Inter. comm.
::/Blah\\:: Bond communication
"Blah" - Inter-dimmensional speech
It was one of those days that Ratchet wished he hadn't been on duty that morning. He had already dealt with the twins after they decided to stage a fight in the recreation room over the remote control for the large flat television screen that was in there … once again. It was becoming a regular thing with those two. Then Ironhide had come to him complaining that there was a glitch in his weapons system and wanted it seeing too immediately as he had plans to head on down to the firing range to blow the pit out of the targets. He was suddenly glad that Wheeljack hadn't blown up anything in his lab just yet or he'd have to resign his post. The pale yellow medic vented a sigh and took a sip of the warm energon from the mug that had been sat upon his desk whilst he scrutinised the medical notes from the most recent quarterly physicals. Ones a certain special ops officer and bearer of the matrix refused to attend, the former always made himself scarce so no-one could locate him whilst the latter proclaimed that he had important things to attend too. But with enough threats and cajoling the same pair would eventually show up for their physical exams and as usual this time round, both Jazz and Optimus had found better things to do then report to Ratchet.
So he was currently left to read the notes regarding those of a certain gold twin who had an extensive record of injuries that were either battle related or through acts of stupidity or anger. Ratchet knew from the length of time that he had known the twins that Sunstreaker had always been the quieter, less sociable of the pair unless someone ruined his paint job then he didn't shut up complaining. Whilst Sideswipe on the other hand, had always been the much louder one with the red pit spawn's mischievous antics regularly landing him in trouble with the officers and then subsequently in the brig. As much good as that did him, Sideswipe simply bounced back with an even better prank than his previous ones. The red Lamborghini's favourite victims had always been Ironhide, Red Alert, Ratchet himself and even on the occasion Prowl because he knew how sensitive the tactician's logic centre was which would freeze regularly if he found himself stuck in one of Sideswipe's illogical situations.
The CMO was drawn away from the data-pad containing the gold twins recent exam when he heard the doors to the med-bay whoosh open and hoped that it was neither the twins or one of their usual victims stepping into his domain. He heard a light tread in the footsteps as they approached his office that was only associated with two Autobots he knew of, although the slight limp in the usual steady gait sounded out who it was exactly. He pushed himself out of his chair and upright before making his way toward the doorway that would lead him into the main area of the repair bay, his optical sensors instantly settled upon the small, sleek silver form of the only resident Solstice as he limped toward him. The injury Jazz had sustained which was causing him to limp was several torn muscle cables in the saboteur's knee and thigh that had come from an intense sparring session with Mirage a few days ago, the session had landed the pair of them in the repair bay with dented armour plating and a couple of strain injuries. Ratchet had grilled the pair of them over their stupidity, but knew that neither would listen since the only way they could keep their senses honed like the way they did was by engaging in dangerous simulations and sparring sessions that he didn't approve of.
"What do I owe of this pleasure? And will I be expecting anyone else dropping by?" He asked catching the saboteur's attention. Finally one of the bots he had been hunting after had made his appearance in his med-bay except this time he had come on his own terms, unlike last time where Ironhide had bodily carried the silver Solstice into the Hummer's domain resulting in a few dented armour plates and wounded prides.
Jazz smiled at the medic's questioning but it faded as quickly as it appeared which Ratchet found was a rarity in the silver bot "It's just me today Ratch an' I need ta talk ta ya."
"Very well, over onto that berth since whilst you're here I might as well take a look and see how those injuries of yours is healing." The CMO said and the saboteur nodded, Ratchet watched as the silver mech limped his way across to one of the berths and perched on the edge of it before heading over to the side where he kept his tools stored, then he stepped back in the direction of the special ops officer with portable scanner now in hand. Jazz shifted himself so he could swing his left leg up onto the berth although he grimaced as he did so when pain spiked in the healing joint and leg, the medic ran the scanner he had in hand over the injury then tapped upon the small screen when it brought up the results "it's healing nicely considering I told you to keep your weight off it for one full week." The Solstice appeared slightly sheepish when he said that and he knew immediately that the saboteur had not followed through with his instructions "so what was it exactly that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"I need ya ta run a full system scan on me doc, somethin's not quite right." Jazz replied as he rested a clawed hand upon his armoured chest plating when the discomfort he had been experiencing the past few days started to make its return.
Ratchet frowned as he glanced at the saboteur "How exactly?"
"I'm not sure." Jazz began "but just lately I've been more tired an' Prowl would tell ya irritable although I haven't noticed that change." Although Ratchet would say differently, the medic had been hearing from the others that the silver Solstice was behaving differently but never got the chance to run a full systems scan upon him when he last had him in his clutches "an' ma spark's been achin' like its been stretched, especially more so today."
"When did these symptoms start?" The medic inquired as he began running the portable scanner over the lithe frame of the special ops officer, he knew there couldn't be much wrong with the silver mech as nothing showed up on his last scan a few weeks ago. But he decided to check over the results again once he had kicked the saboteur out of his med-bay and onto the light duty that he must have been shirking to be there.
"A few days ago at the very least." He replied then he noticed the look Ratchet was giving him, the very one that told him that he should have reported to the medic sooner to find out what was wrong with him "but they've been on an' off."
The medic disguised as a search and rescue Hummer scowled at him for a moment longer unhappy about Jazz leaving it so long especially if he had caught a virus or something just as serious before turning his attention to the scanner in his hand "Well let's see what we've got." He tapped a few keys upon the screen of the scanner to bring up the results which instantly revealed an echo in the saboteur's spark pulse, concerned he zoomed to get a better look at the silver mech's spark casing upon the screen and nearly dropped the scanner when he saw what was causing the faint echo.
"Ratch?" The special ops officer dared to venture when he saw the medic's expression.
"Well I know why you've been more tired recently not to mention irritable which is only one of the many symptoms you'll be experiencing from now on." The CMO responded as he caught the silver mech's gaze, Jazz managed to look both confused and concerned at the same time "when was the last time you and Prowl spark merged Jazz?"
The saboteur opened his mouth plates intending to reply before promptly shutting them again "It's been a couple of weeks but I don't understand what this has got ta do wit' it."
"Everything as I need to determine how far into the gestation cycle you are." Ratchet responded, Jazz simply stared at him trying to process the information divulged to him.
"I don't . . . are ya sure?" The special ops officer asked struggling to find the words to say with disbelief evident in the tone of his voice, the medic transmitted the data to the monitor behind the saboteur which revealed to the silver Solstice his own pulsing spark that was nurturing a much smaller one off to the side of it, both connected by long thin silver threads of energy "I'm in some deep slag ain't I Ratch?"
"Depends on how your bond-mate and Optimus will take to this news." The CMO responded as he watched the saboteur deflate at the thought of having to tell both of his commanding officers since he was now a liability. The medic could sense the one thing he had not seen in the silver mech for a long time; a deep and unparalleled fear "I'm gonna have to call them down Jazz and tell them."
The Solstice nodded although his demeanour quickly changed as the sudden overwhelming stress became too much for his systems to handle "Urgh frag." Jazz cursed as he curled in on himself slightly when his fuel tanks suddenly gave an unsettled churn before the sudden need to purge hit him. Luckily enough Ratchet recognised the signs immediately and shoved a waste receptacle under him just as the saboteur pulled himself up a little straighter before dry heaving once followed by the sickening splatter of liquid hitting the bottom of the receptacle on the second heave.
"Easy." The CMO uttered to him as he rubbed the 3IC's back plates as he continued to retch until Jazz finally collapsed on his side, the saboteur whined and pressed his facial plates into the soft padding of the berth. The medic removed the waste receptacle before making his way over to one of his storage cabinets, he made his way back with an injection pen and a vial of sickly looking green liquid in his hands "here I've got something to help with the nausea." He loaded the vial into the pen before locating the main fuel line in the saboteur's neck and swiftly injecting it. Ratchet heard Jazz vent a sigh of relief a few moments later before an azure visor glanced at him.
"Thanks doc." The saboteur croaked as he slowly unfurled his limbs "well this is slag-fraggin'-tastic."
"Jazz I know you must be scared right now, think I would be given the circumstances but I'll get you through this." Ratchet told him as he gripped one of the 3IC's forearms in a reassuring squeeze when he noticed how quickly Jazz was falling into despair.
"I know ya will doc." The saboteur replied as his gaze remained fixed upon the soft padding of the berth, his processor a whirl of so many possibilities at that moment in time. He vented a deep sigh out of his intakes before he settled his gaze upon the medic "but right now I'm not sure how I should feel about all this."
"Its understandable if you want to feel angry or scared, even overjoyed even if you didn't expect this to happen." The chartreuse mech told him "and as unexpected as this was, now's a good time as any for a sparkling to be born since we've not heard anything from the Decepticons."
"I know I just ..." The saboteur began before he swallowed thickly as he contemplated his next words carefully "Ratch what if ... what if I don't want this sparklin'? Not that I don't want it, but what Prowl doesn't want ta commit or he wants me ta get rid of it."
Ratchet turned to face the silver mech fully "Then that will be your decision to make Jazz, but even if that two bit sparkless fragger doesn't want to get involved even though he's your bonded, its your decision alone not his and either way I'll be with you every step of the way."
"I know, its just that ... I know him all too well an' I know th' last thin' he would want would be a sparklin' ..." Jazz began as he dug his clawed fingertips into the gel surface of the berth.
The CMO quickly cut him off "I think you underestimate Prowl, he may just surprise you." The saboteur didn't look all that convinced "let me talk to them and we'll decide from there on what to do next alright." The Solstice nodded stiffly, Ratchet gripped his right forearm in reassurance before he stepped away calling for Optimus and Prowl to head down to the med-bay at their earliest convenience.
Jazz sat on the berth he had taken residence up on with fuel pump beating wildly in his chest whilst clawed hands clutched onto the side of the berth, he drew in a shaky breath in order to calm himself but it did all of nothing. He couldn't help but allow different scenarios of how this situation was going to play out run rampant through his processor, he wasn't sure how Prowl was going to take the news that they had sparked a new life. Jazz knew the thought of having a sparkling was going to cause some problems especially since being the best in his profession, he was turned to most of the time when a mission that seemed impossible came up. Not to mention that both his and Prowl's positions simply could not afford a distraction like an infant. However there was a rather large 'but' beginning to form in his line of thinking. A sparkling would fulfil them as a bonded couple since most of their daily life revolved around work and wondering when Starscream would return to the planet with reinforcements. Not to mention that with the Allspark was gone, a sparkling created through the union of two sparks was something that was to be treasured. There was also the thought of terminating a young life before it even had the chance to experience life and that was something the Solstice knew he would never be able to bring himself to do, and if Prowl disagreed with him on this, he could go smelt in an acid pit as far as he was concerned. Jazz recoiled at that thought since he loved his bond-mate dearly and would never do anything to harm him physically or mentally. He was brought out of his line of thoughts when he heard the med-bay doors whoosh open moments later and glanced across to see both Optimus and Prowl step into the room, immediately both of their gazes were on him and he shrank into himself, he saw his bond-mate's door wings rise ever so slightly in concern before his private comm. link opened up.
:/Jazz?\: The Dodge Charger inquired.
:/Ratch is gonna explain things to ya.\: The saboteur responded as he watched the Hummer approach Prime and Prowl, Optimus managed to look both concerned and curious at the same time as he glanced from Jazz to Ratchet :/just what ever happens, know that I never meant for this to happen love.\: His bond-mate frowned at those words just before he was ushered into the medic's office, Ratchet shot him a parting look that told him everything was going to be alright before stepping in behind Prowl and Optimus and shutting the door leaving the Solstice alone to his thoughts.
The CMO could tell Jazz was scared of what the outcome was going to be as he shot him a parting look before stepping into his office, he moved around both Optimus and Prowl before sitting himself in his seat behind the desk then turned to the pair "I suggest you sit down for this one." He told them, Optimus immediately obliged whilst Prowl seemed a bit more hesitant "you too Prowl, I don't particularly want to be picking your aft off the floor if your logic chips decide to take a leave of absence on us." That earned him a look of surprise from the pair of them and the tactician sat down in the seat next to his commanding officer.
"What's this all about Ratchet?" Optimus inquired "is Jazz alright?"
"He's fine." The medic replied "in fact more than fine." Prowl glanced at Prime then turned his gaze on the medic with a frown upon his facial plates, he couldn't understand why then if Jazz was perfectly fine why he was still being held in the med-bay.
"Then if that is the case why are you still holding him here?" Prowl asked as he flared his door wings.
Ratchet turned to him "Because I need to run a few more scans on him especially with his new condition." That earned him completely bewildered looks and Prowl wondered if this was linked to what his mate had told him just before he left "Jazz is with new spark." All of the tactician's thought processes came to a grinding halt at that and his head begin to ache with the tell tale signs of his logic chips seizing up on him. Ratchet saw the way Prowl suddenly froze and snapped "don't you dare, Jazz doesn't need you freezing on him." The white and black mech managed to pull himself out of the haze that was the beginning of his processor shutting down on him but the ache was still there.
Optimus was still completely flabbergasted by the news regarding his chief of special ops "Ratchet are you sure?"
"Absolutely and from what I can discern from the initial scan I took, the sparklet is a couple of weeks old at best." The CMO responded as he watched Prowl closely, it looked as though he was still having trouble comprehending that his bond-mate was carrying a sparkling that they had created. They all knew that creating a sparkling through spark merging was an old practise that occurred before the war and was even rare back then, so it came of a surprise to find that Jazz had managed to conceive naturally.
"Are there any initial dangers to Jazz?" Optimus inquired. The very thought of a new Cybertronian life being brought into the world raised his spirits after bearing the burden from the loss of the Allspark, although technically it was not lost but it had certainly lost its usefulness like it had before. The remaining shard had been implanted in the saboteur's empty spark chamber and had revived the once lifeless shell. However there was the concern that Jazz's position as head of special ops had now become compromised, but Mirage was more than capable of performing the saboteur's field duties if and when need be. That and there had been no discernible Decepticon activity for the past four Earth years since the battle in Mission City, although they knew Barricade was still lurking around somewhere, but hadn't been able to get a fix on him despite their numerous sensor sweeps of Tranquillity and the surrounding areas.
"No more than what usually occurs during the gestation cycle although a close optic will have to be kept on him." The CMO replied. he knew he was going to have to brush up on his knowledge as it had been a very long time since he last delivered a sparkling.
"That's if the gestation cycle is allowed to continue." Prowl finally spoke up and both Ratchet and Optimus glanced at him with concerned looks upon their facial plates "Jazz and I are second and third in command, we simply cannot be distracted with raising a sparkling."
"You'll have to discuss this with Jazz before you start making any decisions that one or both of you don't agree with." Prime said to his first lieutenant "were we in the height of war I would have no choice but to advise Jazz that the sparkling would have to be terminated as we would not be able to spare him." The very thought of destroying a new life was enough to make the semi Peter-built feel sick to his tanks, a new life was to be cherished, not destroyed before it could experience life fully "speaking of which what would happen if the infant was aborted?" He turned this question on Ratchet who was sat back in his seat, a small part of the Prime hated having to ask the question but one he could not avoid.
"He would feel the loss as acute as if he lost a bond-mate." The CMO began "if the infant was aborted naturally, his own spark would simply absorb the energy but in the way we're talking of, the procedure alone is dangerous not to mention it could kill him by destabilising his spark."
"I see." Prowl said, he knew that it was nigh impossible for him and his bond-mate to even contemplate raising a sparkling when both of their positions were highly demanding, his logic centre and battle computer continued to bombard his processor with reasons why he should tell Jazz that the infant should be terminated. He also had to contemplate the consequences should it fall into Decepticon hands as it could quite easily be used as leverage against them. But he also knew that there was a risk that came along with the termination of the sparkling, he could very well lose his bond-mate in the process or afterwards which was an option he didn't want to contemplate. However deep down there was a small part of him that truly wanted this sparkling that had been created through the union of both his and the saboteur's sparks, the Charger argued against his logic centre and battle computer that maybe they might be able to raise this infant with no problem despite the odds given to him. After all Bumblebee had been raised during the height of war back on Cybertron, although the scout had never been in short supply regarding caretakers. But here on Earth there was so few of them and they couldn't possibly think to spare anyone to watch over a sparkling unless more of their comrades appeared in the near future.
"I suggest you go and speak with Jazz, I'm sure he is more than anxious to hear your decision." Prime told him. The tactician looked hesitant at first but then nodded and pushed himself up out of the chair, he headed toward the doors and out into the main medical bay. Both Optimus and Ratchet watched him leave before the CMO turned to regard his superior officer and good friend.
"Do you think this is wise?" He inquired after a couple of minutes.
Optimus glanced across to him as he sat back in his own seat "I trust them, I know they'll perform to the best of their abilities regardless, besides I believe they deserve a small measure of peace and hope in this seemingly never ending war."
Ratchet smiled "You know its going to be double the chaos with this sparkling as no doubt it will inherit at least one of their stubborn streaks not to mention temper."
"I am aware." Prime replied as he stood up "but I think it's good exercise for the 'bots, keeps them on their feet and out of trouble." Ratchet simply smiled at that, it was true. Caring for Bumblebee during the war back on Cybertron had kept the more juvenile of the Autobots, aka the twins, out of trouble when looking after him.
"How do you want to go about explaining this to the humans?" The CMO inquired "most of them could barely wrap their heads around spark bonds, and now that Prowl and Jazz have opened up a new can of turbo-worms with their recklessness..."
The semi Peter-built vented a small sigh, although he couldn't help but snort in amusement afterwards at Ratchet's comment about his two Lieutenants. Prowl and Jazz had a flair for doing the impossible and proving everyone wrong "With the utmost caution, sparkling creation is a delicate subject."
"Well it looks like I've got a lecture to plan, but first I think we ought to make sure they haven't maimed each other out there." Ratchet said jokingly as he also got up from his seat and marched across to the door and opened it. They found the pair of them seated upon the same berth together, seemingly motionless. But from the smallest hints of body language spoke that they were simply communicating over their private comm. link instead since talking through their bond seemed to be out of the question. Both the Dodge Charger and the Solstice registered the Semi Truck and the Hummer making their way across to them, they glanced at them until the saboteur turned his attention back toward his mate and nodded. The tactician shifted his gaze from the saboteur to both Optimus and Ratchet.
"We have reached a conclusion." He told them before he spared another glance with Jazz who was now clutching both of his hands "we wish to keep the sparkling." A small smile suddenly twitched the corners of their commander's lip components at the news, Prime had been hoping deep down that Jazz would be able to convince his bond-mate to keep the last possible infant Cybertronian.
"Very well then." Prime said as he pulled himself up to his full towering height as he addressed the pair of them "you have my congratulations." Both Jazz and Prowl glanced at one another completely bewildered over the fact their superior officer was allowing the gestation cycle to continue.
"Thank you sir." The both of them replied.
"Now I suggest the pair of you return to duty unless Ratchet requires you any longer." Optimus told them as he glanced at the medic when he spoke the last of the sentence.
"No they're both free to go although Jazz I would like to see you back in here in a few days time." Ratchet responded, both officers nodded and slipped off the berth before they headed out of the med-bay together. The CMO turned to the large build of the Semi Peter-built noticing the faintest of smiles upon his lip components "well things are certainly going to get interesting around here."
Optimus smiled fully at that "Yes they most certainly will." Prime finally took his leave and stepped toward the doors and palmed the keypad upon the wall next to the doors. They whooshed open in time to see a red blur better know as Sideswipe shoot past with a rather ticked off neon green? Sunstreaker upon his tail. Optimus vented a heavy sigh and stepped out into the corridor. He began walking in the direction the twins had taken off in, thanking Primus that they weren't heading toward the recreation room where there might be humans lurking about. Yes a sparkling and the rules that would be imposed with it would definitely curb the extracurricular activities of the two Lamborghinis. Speaking of the aforementioned, he could hear them fighting just around the next corner and knew that it would be best to separate them now before either one of them landed the other in the med-bay and Ratchet's 'good' graces.
"Come on Sunny you know it was just a practical joke." Sideswipe said as he tried to grab a hold of his twin's fists in order to prevent them from scoring hits that would do more than scuff his paint.
"You glitch, you know how much I hate anyone fraggin' messin' with my paint job." Sunstreaker bit back as he kept his brother's bulk pinned beneath him. Optimus shook his head and decided to intervene, he roughly grabbed one of the delicate fins on the side of the gold twin's helm and yanked him up and away from his brother before grabbing one of Sideswipe's helm horns. Both yelped in indignation at being manhandled then proceed to vocalise just how painful the simple grapple hold was. Prime had seen Ratchet and Ironhide on many occasions grab one of Jazz's sensitive helm horns in order to subdue the saboteur, it worked spectacularly despite his misgivings that his medic and weapons specialist shouldn't really grab the sensitive appendages, and now he was implementing the same method to the twins.
"Ow, ow, ow Optimus." Sideswipe whined like a youngling as he attempted to free himself whilst Sunstreaker had long stopped struggling only to level a dark glare that could kill had it been possible at his leader.
"Care to explain to me what is going on besides the glaringly obvious?" Optimus inquired. Sunstreaker swiped his left leg round effectively kicking his twin in the shin guard when Sideswipe refused to utter a word about the prank that he had been hoping to pull on Ironhide rather than his brother.
"Ow what the frag was that for?" Sideswipe proclaimed loudly as he glared at his twin.
"This is your line idiot." The gold Lamborghini snapped back.
"Well?" Optimus rumbled.
Sideswipe shrank under the gaze levelled at him, he opened his mouth plates ready to buy his way out of this situation, but instead decided to play ignorant of the fact that his twin was coloured a sickeningly neon green colour "Someone seems to have siphoned the water out of the pipes in the wash racks and replaced it with neon green paint."
"I wonder who that someone could be." Sunstreaker growled.
"Alright Sunstreaker report to Wheeljack and inform him of the situation then you are to report back to me, is that understood?" Prime ordered.
The gold front-liner glanced up at his leader, clearly mortified about that idea "Are you slaggin' kiddin' me? It's bad enough slag for brains over there has already fragged up my paintwork, and now you're asking me to go to Wheeljack? Make him go."
"Sunstreaker." The semi Peter-built rumbled in warning.
"Fine I'll do it, but if my paint gets slagged any more than it already is, there's gonna be hell to pay." The gold Lamborghini pointed the last of that sentence toward his brother who simply looked at him indifferently, after all Sideswipe was use to his twin's surliness when it came to his paintwork. The large red and blue mech released Sunstreaker from his grip and watched as the gold (although now currently bright neon green) front-liner disappeared down the hallway in a sulk.
Optimus glanced down at Sideswipe who smiled up at him with a sheepish grin "You and I are going to have a nice long talk." If the red Lamborghini had been capable of gulping he would have done so as he was tugged toward the Autobot Commander's office by his helm horn. He knew he was in for the Primus of all lectures regarding the health and safety of his fellow Autobots not to mention the potential hazard to the humans. The Autobot commander palmed the key pad on the side of the doors and they whooshed open, he stepped inside and pushed Sideswipe toward one of the chairs near to the doors whilst he stepped round his desk and sat down. Prime picked up one of the data-pads and skimmed its contents "take a seat Sideswipe, we'll wait for your twin to appear so I don't have to repeat my lecture twice."
The red Lamborghini drew one of the chairs out and sat in it heavily, had it been Prowl about to deliver the usual lecture Sideswipe would have already been trying to plead that he was innocent contrary to belief and evidence that he was a hundred percent guilty of the crime he had just committed. A few minutes cycled by before Sunstreaker appeared in Prime's office, he sat down heavily and sulkily in the other seat completely ignoring his twin. Optimus placed the data-pad he had been skimming through down upon the polished surface of the desk before settling a stern gaze upon the two Lamborghinis.
"It appears that the rules and protocols regarding extracurricular activities in the base seems to have been ignored by the pair of you." Optimus began as he sat forward "I have stressed numerous times before that infighting and pranks that could harm the humans are not acceptable." Sideswipe shrank slightly in his seat whilst Sunstreaker remained indifferent "the irresponsibility displayed by the pair of you could have put the humans lives at risk and therefore for the next three days the both of you will be assigned additional communications duty on top of Prowl's original punishment for your behaviour this morning." Sunstreaker's indifferent look turned to one of horror then quickly dissolved into righteous anger at those words, Sideswipe immediately contemplated which was probably the quickest way of off-lining himself as he knew his twin was going to give him hell once they had left their leader's office.
"Yes sir." Both of them replied.
"I cannot stress what the implications might have been had one of our human allies been in the wrong place at the wrong time." Optimus said as he steepled his fingers whilst he scrutinised both twins "the pair of you will report for your assigned punishment at oh seven hundred hours tomorrow morning." The two Lamborghinis uttered unintelligible responses. Prime knew that the kicked turbo puppy looks the twins were wearing was just a façade, the semi Peter-built had known them long enough to know that Sunstreaker without a doubt was probably contemplating about forgetting the protocols in place altogether and throttle his twin there and then. Sideswipe on the other servo was too predictable and no doubt contemplating how he could perfect his future pranks "you're both dismissed."
The two Lamborghinis nodded and murmured a 'yes sir' before they got up from their seats and headed toward the door, Optimus watched as the pair of them left and just before the doors slid shut he heard the distinct sound of Ironhide hollering for the red Lamborghini's head to be brought to him on a pike. The doors cycled shut but not before Prime saw Sideswipe transform into his alt. mode and peel down the corridor, Optimus sat back in his seat and vented a deep sigh out of his intakes; it seemed bringing the twins under control before the sparkling arrived in the world was certainly going to be an arduous task no matter how he looked at it. The Prime resisted the urge of letting his helm drop to hit his desk before he wearily pushed himself up out of his seat, he made his way across the room then stepped out of his office. There were just some days that he felt he was the leader of dysfunctional younglings rather than an army as he trailed after his weapons specialist and the problematic red Lamborghini
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