If you have any ideas, please let me know! This story doesn't seem to like me that much. Alexis
Taking care of his close friend's only sparkling was extremely easy that night. Chromia had greeted them at the door, and when the situation had been explained, she gladly took the sparkling while Ironhide retrieved some Energon from the kitchen. The sparkling slept the whole night laying between them. The following morning hadn't been so easy. He'd woken up crying, and neither of the adults could calm him is seemed. It took the sparkling crying himself out for the house to regain some sort of quiet. Ironhide had kissed his sparkmate good bye and headed off to see his two closest friends.
Optimus had just finished purging and was laying back when Ironhide walked in. "Ironhide. How was he?" Ratchet asked.
"Fine until he woke up. Then he freaked," Ironhide replied. He walked over to Optimus. "How are you?"
"I've been better," Optimus responded. His voice was rough and his optics were dim.
"Optimus, meet your sparkling," Ratchet said as Ironhide handed the yellow sparkling to his sire. Optimus gently hugged his son to his chest. "Does he have a name?"
"Bumblebee. Elita told me once that if she ever had a son with her colors, that would be his name," Optimus replied. He stared at a spot on the wall. Ironhide put a servo on his friend's shoulder.
"You should rest, Optimus. We need ya back to normal. He depends on ya the most," Ironhide said. Optimus nodded. He watched Bumblebee for a moment, before gently handing him back to Ironhide. Ratchet left the room, and Ironhide took the stool that was placed not that far from the berth Optimus was on. "You're gonna be fine. You'll be back to leadin' us to victory before ya know it."
"I don't want to fight in the war at all Hide. I'm only fighting because it is my brother that started it. And I am the only Prime we have right now... Ironhide, what happens if Bumblebee really is the next Prime? When I'm gone, he'll have to take my place. This is why I never wanted to be his sire. I should've never bonded to Elita. Then Bumblebee and I wouldn't be in this situation," Optimus growled. He coughed and tried to relax.
"Don't think like that, Optimus. Yeah, he might have ta take your place, but I hope that will be in a long, long time. You loved Elita, with your entire spark. So why would you even think of not bonding to her? You both wanted that. Bumblebee'll grow up to be a fine mech if you raise him. If you'll let him close to your spark. You both lost Elita. But you have each other. Don't you forget that Ratchet and I are here for ya too," Ironhide stated. Optimus looked away. Ratchet entered the room again, this time pushing a mobile crib in front of him. He motioned for Ironhide to move and pushed the crib up beside Optimus' berth. Ironhide placed Bumblebee in the crib and moved back.
Bumblebee opened his bright blue optics and looked around. There was a pull in his spark to the red and blue mech on the berth beside him. The other two mechs scared him slightly. He reached out a tiny servo to the mech that felt familiar. He chirped and whistled as the mech moved his own giant servo to touch Bumblebee's. A purr left his vocalizer and the mech moved his servo to cup Bumblebee's helm. Bumblebee accepted this mech as his sire. The one he was supposed to be with. He fell into recharge with his servos wrapped around Optimus' wrist.
Optimus looked to Ironhide and Ratchet with a silent plea for help. He had no idea what to do with his own sparkling. His spark accepted Bumblebee, but he was still unsure of what to do. Ironhide grinned before saying a quick good bye and leaving. Ratchet raised his servos before leaving Optimus with the sparkling. He sighed and looked down at Bumblebee. Raising him couldn't be that bad, could it?