Rating: T
Warnings: mechpreg, mpreg, emetophilia, and one pissed off medic.

Author's Note: Holy fucking shit, look who updated, wow. Aren't you all proud? I'm trying to get my muse back for this. I'm trying my best, I swear! Also, sorry this is so short, I know, I suck. But anyways, enjoy.

Re-Population - Chapter 4

Predaking ducked as various tools were chucked at him, wincing at the harsh clangs that resonated off the metal walls.

"You idiotic, irresponsible, thick-headed imbecile! I should throttle you, right here, right now! Primus, I'm so angry, I can't even see straight!"

If one were to look closely, you could see steam blowing out of Ratchet's seams. He grumbled, mumbling out in frustration. He pinched the ridge between his optics, growling in irritation.

"Ratchet?"

The medic looked up long enough to see Ultra Magnus step into the medbay, before he closed his optics to calm himself down.

"What is it, Commander?"

"I was curious of all the commotion. Did you find something wrong with the younger Predacons?"

His optics shot open before he grit his denta. "Oh, I found something wrong alright." He looked and up and turned, chucking another tool at Predaking's helm, hitting him square in his temporal plating.

"These two young mechs experienced their first heat cycle, and THIS," the medic pointed hard at the oldest Predacon. "Sulfuric dollymop sparked them!"

He watched as the Autobot commander's optics grew as wide as one of Cybertron's moons, jaw lax in shock. He closed his mouth, swallowing.

Ratchet sighed in aggravation, plopping down on an empty medical berth. "I'm too old for this."

Predaking popped his head up from his hiding spot, seeing that the medic had run out of various objects to chuck at his helm. He sighed before he stood and walked over to Magnus.

"If I may ask, what exactly does "carrying" mean?"

The Autobot Commander looked at him. "Are you serious?"

The largest Predacon was taken aback. "... yes?"

"You knew enough that interfacing would help with their heat cycles, but you did not know enough that it would leave them sparked?" Magnus said as he pinched the bridge between his optics.

"I'm still not sure what sparked-"

Magnus help up his servo. "Just… just wait until Ratchet cools down. He'll explain everything… but not before he leaves a few more dents in your helm…" he grumbled out that last part.

The Predacon sighed before he nodded in understanding. With that, he turned and walked back to Skylynx and Darksteel. He winced when he heard horrid retching fill his audio receptors. In front of him, the youngest of the three, Skylynx, had his head in a waste bin, convulsing as he vomited violently. Then there was Darksteel, who groaned as he held his abdomen in obvious pain as he curled himself into a ball.

Predaking sighed and walked over to Darksteel, rubbing his back, trying to comfort the younger. However, he quickly regretted his action and recoiled back when claws lashed at him and the smaller mech snarled at him.

"This is all your fau-!" he covered his mouth again and purged again into the waste bin.

The oldest Predaking stepped back slowly, not wanting to caused Darksteel anymore stress than necessary. Instead, he turned to Skylynx and went over to his berth. He received a different reaction from him as the smaller Predacon clung to him, pulling him down to lay with him in the berth.

Predaking blinked, "... Skylynx?"

"Shut up… I just… need you to lay with me…"

He sighed before he climbed into the berth with Skylynx, feeling the younger cling to him and hold him close. Then, after what seemed like forever, Darksteel had stopped vomiting and slumped against his berth, his breathing heavy before he began to snore softly.

Predaking sighed then looked down at Skylynx, who had also fallen into recharge, and the eldest Predacon couldn't help but think that he looked so… cute. However, when he was just beginning to admire the younger's features, the door opened and heard someone say his name. He turned his helm and saw Ratchet standing in the doorway, still looking rather miffed.

"Come, your majesty. We have much to discuss and you have much to learn." he held a wrench in his servo.

Predaking gulped before he slinked out of Skylynx's grasp, following Ratchet out, his helm already hurting from what was about to come.