Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara. A shame…
A/N: Something about Megatron and starscream's sparklings. WARNING: sparkling cuteness ahead! Fluffy and cute as death! More ruckus and laughable misunderstandings are up ahead!
Sparklingnapped!
Chapter 2: ho no, Autobots!
Little did the Decepticons know that, the same day, an Autobot's scientific team was on a survey mission in the Californian plateau of the Sierra Nevada. To be honest, the team wasn't even supposed to go as far as that valley, high in the Sierra. They were supposed to survey a lower plateau, near the desert area, but as usual, something unexpected happened.
Something that had taken the shape of an oddly coloured jet…
The scientific team, whom included Perceptor, beachcomber, and Jazz and Sunstreaker as an escort, had reached the research area at midday, around noon in Earth time, and now, it was nearly night time. The two scientists were putting away their tool when a very familiar noise attracted the attention of one of the escort.
"Decepticon jet coming in!" Shouted Sunstreaker as the familiar frame of a purple and black jet rushed overhead, disappearing soon behind a mountain cliff higher on the Sierra.
"Yah, that looks like ol' Skywarp. But what is he doin' here all alone?" Commented Jazz once the Decepticon was gone. "Usually, when there's one, there's more of 'em…"
"I say we go and see what that no-good scrap pile's up to! Kickin' some Decepti-cans may be fun."
Sunstreaker seemed ready to jump in and run after the D-Con jet tailpipe right away, but then, a reasonable voice cut in the heated atmosphere. Perceptor had taken a step toward the two hot-headed mech and seemed a little worried, and annoyed. He wasn't the type to jump without thinking first, and so, he played the Devil's advocate whit those two trigger-happy idiots.
"I don't know if you had noticed, gentlemechs, but that cliff his at least a mile higher than our current location. By the ground paths, it'll take at least an hour to reach it. And the night'll fall in less than half an hour. I don't want to be trapped in the cliffs in the complete dark, that's dangerous and suicidal."
Sunstreaker shot him a glare that could've melted carbonated ice, not too happy to be denied his jet-judo time, and Jazz sighed deeply. At least, he seems to understand the dangers of such an initiative. Being TIC, he had to.
"Percy's right. Hum, let me think…" It was then that his gaze fell on the booster pack than Sunstreaker had "borrow" from his brother before going earlier this day. "Hey, I have an idea! Sunny, can I borrow those?" Asked the saboteur, pointing to the boosters on the warrior back.
"Huh? Why for?" Replied the yellow warrior, a little puzzled.
"If I take those, I can be up here in less than fifteen minutes, and back before nightfall." Explained the monochrome mech patiently, as if he was talking to a particularly stupid sparkling. "And beside, I'm lighter than you, Sunny…"
"Hey!" Protested the Lamborghini, angered by Jazz's tune toward him. "Don't talk ta me like I can't understand!"
He took a step toward the Porsche, as if ready to punch him in the face, but again, a more reasonable mech stepped in, interrupting the incoming ruckus.
"Calm down, Sunstreaker!" Said beachcomber, putting a hand on the heated twin shoulder. "Jazz's idea may be harsh and incredibly dangerous, but… It's so crazy it may just work. Percy? What do you say?"
The microscope stayed silent a couple of minutes, thinking it through very carefully. It seemed really stupid and suicidal to him, but then again, if the Decepticons were up to something, they were better to know it as soon as possible… Finally, the scientist reached a decision and talked again.
"I think it's crazy but I also think than it's better to know if the 'Cons are up to something now either than later. Besides, if you think you're up to it, Jazz, then I can't really argue with you, can I? Okay, then, do it…"
Jazz grinned wickedly and put the boosters on. To reach the top of the cliff, it took him three jumps, but finally, he gets to the higher plateau and landed behind some boulders. Putting the boosters down, the saboteur looked above the top of the rock that was hiding him, and he saw the three D-Cons jet, along with none other than Megatron himself and a couple of Casseticons.
But what in the Pit were they doing here? There was nothing of interest in those cliffs besides some interesting – for the scientists - rock formations. Megatron was talking to Starscream calmly, almost… friendly, even. That was weird… But things became even weirder when the Decepticon Leader put an arm around the smaller jet waist and embraced him in a… hug!
*Huh? What the…? What are they doin'…?* the Porsche asked himself, completely dumbstruck.
Shrugging that disturbing image aside, the black and white mech get closer, trying to hear what was being said between the two D-Cons top officers.
"It's nightfall, time to return to base, Starscream. Take your wing mates and go retrieve the little ones."
"Yes, Megatron, dear… TC, Warp, come along!" Shouted the noisy jet in the direction to his two wing mates. "Time to gather your passengers and return to base!"
*what the pit…? Who are those… little ones? And did Screamer just call Megs "dear"?*
Before he could think further about that utter weirdness, a sound attracted his attention, coming from a spot close to him, to his left. That sounded like bird chirps, but with an electronic quality to it. That was a strange noise, and the saboteur decided to investigate the thing. It may have something to do with the "little ones" Megatron mentioned… But he had to hurry because Screamer and co were coming that way. Quickly, Jazz pulled the bushes that covered the source of the noise away and his optics widened when he saw what they were hiding.
"Sparklings? What are Sparklings doing here?"
They were three, and deep in recharge. They may be the little ones Megatron was referring to. Yes, it must be… But why did the 'Cons had Sparklings with them? They didn't seem hurt in any way but it didn't mean that they weren't in danger… The Decepticons were the most ruthless being in the universe. It would be crazy to let Sparklings in reach of any of those psychos. Especially Megatron and his bitch Screamer…
Not thinking further, Jazz snatches the three recharging sparklings gently and cradled them before quickly going back to where he had let Sunny's booster pack. He put it in again and, just as he was about to activate them, he heard a screechy and high scream coming from Screamer, right from the spot he had taken the little sparklings away.
"MEGATRON! THEY'RE GONE!"
Jazz was surprised by a scared wave of chirps and clicks. Looking at the three little sparklings, he saw they were awake and starting to squirm in his arm. Jazz tightened his grasp to avoid dropping them, and shushed them gently, trying to make them be quiet. But the little infants were scared to death, which was a fact. Jazz narrowed his optics, wondering what those slaggin' 'Cons could've done to the babied to make them be so afraid.
"Shh, that's alright, you're safe now…" Cooed the Porsche gently as he made his second jump down the high cliff.
As soon as he arrived, he was circled by very incredulous mechs, whom were looking t the infants he was holding in his arms. Whose infants were starting to wail and cry loudly…
"MA! MA!" The silver one was screaming at the top of his vocals, trashing like a little devil to get free.
"DAAAAA!" The blue and black one screamed along with his sibling – if they were siblings.
The third one, the red and blue, was only screaming nonsense and wailing louder than the two other together.
"Can't you shut them off?" Asked Sunstreaker as he put his hand on his audio receptors, wincing at the sound. "They're gonna sold us out with that tantrum!"
"Better get going now… the 'Cons are just up that cliff! I'll explain once we're in a safe distance!"
"You are gonna take them with you, Jazz. You had taken them away, after all. I don't want a trashing Sarkling inside MY beautiful chassis!"
Grumbling, Jazz transformed and secured the sparklings inside of his alt. mode. But they were still trashing and wailing, screaming like banshees. This was going to be a long trip…
oOo
Up the cliff, Starscream was in complete hysterics, an hour later, when they couldn't find his sparklings anywhere. He was screaming at the top of his already high vocal processor, and Megatron was starting to get very VERY annoyed by this. Loosing patience, he slapped Starscream across the face to make him regain his cool a little. And that seemed to work. He stopped screaming to put a surprised hand on his stinging cheek, looking a little angered.
"Get a HOLD of yourself, Starscream! Screaming isn't going to help!"
"Yes, Megatron… Sorry… But I'm scarred! What if they're dead, or badly hurt? I can't take it…"
"They-are-not." Megatron said, slowly and clearly, putting both hands on his mate's shoulders and shaking him a little. "Do you hear me, Starscream? THEY ARE NOT! I will find them, even if I have to rip this planet apart t do so!"
At that, the red and white jet had a weak and faint smile, and nodded. Of course he knew it. Megatron'll do anything to get his offsprings' back. He wiped his face to erase the tears and straightens himself, putting a hard and cold expression on.
"Yes, my Lord, I hear you! We'll find them, and I'll rip apart whoever had taken them, I swear it." He said in a dangerously hard tune, optics burning like the Pit itself.
"That's the Starscream I know and love! We will retrieve them soon, and I'll rip the Spark of the fools that had dared took what's mine. Slowly and painfully…"
After that, TC and Warp returned. Ravage wasn't back yet, and Megatron had just contacted the Nemesis to have some reinforcement. Soundwave was on his way with the Coneheads, the Stunticons, the Constructicons and the Triple-Changers. Megatron had ordered to gather as much troops as possible. The search and rescue is going to be massive, and whoever had done it was going to feel like the hell was raining on the Earth.
"Thundercracker, Skywarp, report! Have you seen anything?" ordered Starscream as soon as the jets landed.
"No, sorry, Commander. Nothing." Said TC sadly, but Skywarp had something else to say.
"I saw a couple of Autobots not too far from here. They're heading north-west, to the Ark."
"Autobots? It wasn't supposed to be any Autobots around here today!" Cut Megatron harshly. "Did you see if they had the sparklings?"
"No, Lord Megatron, sorry. I couldn't read any signature others than the Aurobots'. If they had them, I have no proof about it." He saw the pained expression that crossed Starscream's face at that news, and put a reassuring hand on his wing mate shoulder. "Hey, Commander, cheer up" We're going to find them! We'll blast the Autobots back to Cybertron if we have to and you know it!"
"Hum… Maybe the Autobots have them. I'm going to speak to that idiot Soundwave! He had to make sure than the area was PERFECTLY secure before we get here! Well, if the Autobots did have them, I'll tear their pathetic base apart piece by piece to get the triplets back! Prime'll pay for such a stunt…"
At that moment, the expected reinforcement arrived, leads by Soundwave. The Communications Officer landed in front of his Commander and then… got hit in the jaw hard enough to make his topple over and land on his back. Dumbstruck, the navy blue mech looked up to his fuming Leader, who was towering over him with clenched fists, optics bright with rage.
"You were supposed to make sure that the area was perfectly safe, Soundwave! How could you explain this, though, hum? WELL?!"
"My Lord… I did. Unexpected developments must have occurred. Speculation: unregistered Autobots movements, or unexpected human activities in the area."
"That is not my problem, but yours, and you failed me, Soundwave! I'm very disappointed on you… We'll discuss this further once that matter is settled!" Megatron replied coldly and harshly, letting no doubts on the way he intended to "discuss" the matter.
"Yes my Lord."
Starscream could've sworn he heard fear in the emotionless mech voice as he says those simple words. He couldn't repress the wicked grin that crossed his face. How often as HE been in that position, not so long ago? Seeing somebody else being on the receiving end of Megatron's wrath was very refreshing. And quite amusing, because it was Soundwave, one of Megatron's most trusted soldiers.
oOo
Jazz and the team get back to the Ark after what seems, to the saboteur though, like an eternity of wail and cries and trashing. As soon as he transformed back, he and the other team members had to run to catch the little ones, because they were trying to crawl away as soon as they touch the ground.
"No no no! You're going nowhere, you lil rascal!"
"DAAAAAAA!" Wailed the silver one as Sunny caught him. "DAAAAA!"
"Rhaaa! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!"
The yellow twin squeezed and shook the sparkling in the hope to make him quiet down, but he was a little too rough, and he saw dents in the tiny armour when hi hands had squeezed. Ashamed, he released his grip and Cradled the crying sparkling to his chest – but not too close – gently. He had stopped wailing and screaming and was looking at him with scarred optics, full of pain and tears.
"WHAT IS THAT MESS!?" Shouted a very grumpy and very recognizable voice at that moment, surprising the four Autobots. "Well? What that all about?"
Ratchet and a couple of other Autobots had gotten out of the Ark as they heard the racket outside the gates. Among them were Optimus Prime, Prowl, Ironhide, Sideswipe and Ratchet, of course. And a couple of minibots, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper. Jazz get to Optimus first, still holding one of the sparklings, the blue and black one, who had calmed down a little after Sunny's outburst. He was looking around with feared and lost optics. His gaze fell on Optimus and he tiltes his head, his tear-glazed optics pleading.
"Ma?" (Optimus is red you can make the link! XD)
"Sparklings? What's that, Jazz? Where did you find those? I think explanations are in orders."
Optimus let his optics fell on the little sparklings Jazz was holding, and narrowed his optics. Now that they were in the light coming from the Ark, little winglets and vents could be seen on the little ones frames. Seekerlets. Only Decepticons had seekers. And those were sparkling seekers.
"Sparklings seekers?!? Jazz, where in Primus did you found those?!"
"Great! We have baby Cons aboard! Just great!" Sighed the medic after picking the one Sunny was holding not too gently, and examining him a little. "You do realize than their creators will come to get them back, don't you? Whose brilliant idea was that anyway?"
Clicks and chirps.
"Yeah, lil one, I know… Those idiots are a lost cause." Ratchet cooed at the sparkling as he tickled his little silver belly, making him giggle. The sparkling tilted his head and chirped interrogatively, tears still running from his red optics. "Yeah, they are! You're a smart sparkling, aren't you?"
Giggles and coos. Ratchet took also the remaining one, the red and blue, and examined him as well. The three put together, he could see a pattern taking shape. He slap his palm on his faceplates whit what look like complete disbelief.
"Prime, I think I can say whose sparklings are those… And you won't like it one bit."
-TBC-
Hahah" Just a BIIIIIG misunderstanding! R&R, please!