Sorry to have left you guys with a cliffhanger there (I'm like addicted to them though) anyways, here's chapter 4; Birth

Sorry it's so much shorter than all the other chapters.


Nightstar dropped her glass of Energon and collapsed to the floor with a shriek of pain. She curled up around her spark. It felt like her spark wanted to break out of her body. She screamed again.

Sideswipe grabbed Nightstar and tried to get her to uncurl. "Nightstar!" He bent down over her, tying to see what was wrong. Sunstreaker looked on helplessly for a few seconds and then sprinted out, looking for Ratchet. Sideswipe pushed on Nightstar's shoulder. Reluctantly, she stretched out. Sideswipe reached over to touch the spot above her spark but yanked his hand away. "It's burning hot!" His hand was physically unharmed, yet, when he'd touched her chest, it had felt like he thrust his hand into a smelter.

"Sideswipe… It hurts… I can't… make it stop…" She rolled across the steel floor.

Nightstar whimpered and curled up again, hugging her legs tightly. Sideswipe helplessly held her shoulders. "It's okay, you'll be okay…"

Sunstreaker dashed into medbay. He scanned the room, desperate to find the CMO. But the medic was nowhere in sight. "Dammit Ratchet! Where are you?" He ran out, praying Ratchet was in the central room. If Ratchet wasn't in the communal area, where else could he be? He streaked into the room and skidded to a stop. "Ratchet!"

The medic looked up from his seat, somewhat alarmed by Sunstreaker's agitation. "What is it?"

"Nightstar's screaming and freaking over something! She just collapsed and-" Nightstar helpfully chose that instant to scream again. The agony was impossible to miss. "You've got to help her!" Ratchet got up and was at the door faster than one would think possible.

"Where?"

"My quarters!" Gasped Sunstreaker, realizing his systems were overheating. He bent over and let cool air circulate through his vents. The medic yelled something and Sunstreaker stood up quickly. Ratchet snapped a terse order for him to go and get the medic's tools out and to clear anyone in the medbay out, then he took off for Sunstreaker's quarters at a run.

The other Autobots looked at each other in consternation. What could be happening to the femme? Nightstar was very popular; the mechs liked her independent and cunning attitude, she was a fellow soldier as well as the hope for the entire species.


In Sunstreaker's quarters, Sideswipe was gripping his spark-mate's shoulders desperately. "Nightstar… Nightstar," He called to her fearfully in Cybertonian. "Nightstar, it's alright, it's alright…" Nightstar managed to look up at him. Her jaw was trembling and her arms shaking. Sideswipe had never seen her so obviously terrified; Nightstar was a fearless warrior, and confident fighter. She had been a Decepticon assassin for most of her life; trained to ignore pain, trained to be emotionless. Yet here she was, screaming and trembling in pain and fear. He knew that if she was scared, he should be.

"Sideswipe," She managed to whisper. "It hurts… make it stop… Please." Helpless, Sideswipe hugged her to him, even though the heat radiating off her spark hurt, he tried frantically to comfort her. Nightstar gripped him with surprising strength, her pain and fear giving her extra power.

"It's okay, it's okay," murmured Sideswipe, trying to reassure himself as much as Nightstar. "Ratchet can fix anything, he always has before. Nightstar, you'll be okay." You have to, he thought, holding her close as she writhed and struggled against the agony in her spark.

Nightstar started to scream again, this time so loud that Sideswipe winced in actual physical pain as the high sound hit his audios. Her grip suddenly went slack and she forced her scream down with a chocking sob. "Please…" She whispered, no longer aware where she was. "It hurts too much…" She began shaking uncontrollably.

Her vice-like grip returned and she clung to Sideswipe's arm like a drowning human; the Mech felt the armour bend under her seemingly delicate fingers; it hurt, but worse was his fear that she was dying. He didn't hear the door open, nor did he see the medic's shadow as he came into the room.

Sideswipe looked up with relief as Ratchet pushed him out of the way. Nightstar was gritting her teeth, trying not to cry out in pain again. Ratchet forced her to straighten out. "Hold her." He growled at Sideswipe. He checked something on her chest and surprisingly, he smiled. "It's alright, you just have a lively sparkling that wants out."

Nightstar jerked her head up to look at the medic. "It hurts." She whispered, optics unusually bright.

Ratchet nodded. "You'll be okay, just relax…" He gently lifted her up. "Sideswipe, I sent your brother down to medbay already, go down and help him get my scalpels out."

Sideswipe hesitated. "What's wrong with her? It she going to be alright?"

"She's fine, it's just that the sparkling wants out and wants a body of it's own now," Answered the medic soothingly. He was a bit concerned by how much pain the femme was in, but he needed to reassure both Nightstar and Sideswipe. "Relax. The sooner she's in medbay, the sooner she stops hurting. Now go!"

Sideswipe ran as fast as he could down to the medical sector of the base, not even aware that the other Autobots had all come down to see what all the screaming was about. Ratchet however, was in no mood for an audience. "OUT! All of you; yes even you Optimus. If you want to help, get out of my way!"

The others moved back and out of the way, but Nightstar's pain-filled whimpers were impossible to ignore. Ratchet carried her quickly down to the medbay and scowled at Optimus as the Autobot leader looked inside with concern. "I said OUT!" The medic roared. Wisely, Optimus retreated. Ratchet saw that the twins had set out every single blade, knife, and surgical tool that the medic owned. "Sunstreaker, lock the damn door. Sideswipe, come here and help me hold her down."

Ratchet put Nightstar down and had Sideswipe hold the femme's shoulders. "This will hurt for a bit," He said, for both Nightstar's and Sideswipe's benefit. "Okay, a hell of a lot. But don't move, understand?" Nightstar nodded weakly, her face contorted in pain. "And Sideswipe, don't let her move, even though she will fight and scream and struggle" Sideswipe nodded, if he were human, his face would have been white. As it were, his optics slanted unusually, showing his concern.

Sunstreaker made to walk out, figuring he'd just be in the way, but Ratchet had other ideas. "You, Sunshine, get over here," Obediently, Sunstreaker came over. It was a mark of his concern that he didn't react to the name-calling. "Hold her legs for me, keep her from moving around." Sunstreaker nodded and grabbed Nightstar's legs.

Ratchet picked up one of his scalpels and carefully cut into Nightstar's chest. The femme gasped in pain and tried to yank herself free, but Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's weight kept her motionless. The medic swiftly opened Nightstar's chestplate and then he put down the scalpel and picked up a delicate laser tool. With precision born from eons of experience, Ratchet cut into the femme's spark casing.

The effect was immediate; Nightstar relaxed. Her optics still glowed with pain, but it was now controllable. "That's better." She said weakly.

"It hurts from the pressure of an extra complete spark." Replied Ratchet. "You two, back off." The twins stepped back to give Ratchet working room.

The CMO gently carved the casing open. With a thoughtful sigh, he removed the top of it, revealing a bright light; Nightstar's spark and the new spark within.

But something was wrong, Sideswipe could see it in the lines of disbelief etched in Ratchet's face. Had something gone wrong? Was Nightstar dying? The scarlet warrior felt his spark constrict in dread.

Slowly, Ratchet reached into Nightstar's chest. When he pulled his shaking hands out, all of Sideswipe's fears evaporated, and the red mech grinned evilly, as if he'd planned this little surprise all along, not like he could have.

Sunstreaker took one look at the medic and let out a roar of laughter at the delightful sight. Even Nightstar managed to raise her head and let out a weak giggle at Ratchet's expression.

Gently cradled in Ratchet's hands were two glowing sparks. "No…" Moaned the medic. "Not twins… Not again…"


Outside the door, all the other Autobots had heard was the sudden explosion of laughter. They glanced at each other, unsure what to think. "What was that?" Asked Bumblebee in concern.

Ironhide shrugged. "I dunno, but it's a good thing right?"

"I hope so." Answered Prowl.


Ratchet sighed. "Good thing I always have more than one blank laying around." He examined both sparks with curiosity. "This one's a mech," He looked at the other spark, which glowed much brighter. "But this one's a femme."

"Twins of a different gender?" Asked Sideswipe in disbelief. He was resting one hand on Nightstar's forehead.

"I've never heard of this happening before," Replied Ratchet. "But evidently it's possible." He carefully put each spark into a blank body. Each was about knee-high to him and without weapons or heavy armour. "There, they'll wake up in a few minutes."

Nightstar sighed softly, exhaustion setting in. Ratchet sealed her spark compartment and fixed her chest. "You, get some rest." Nightstar closed her optics and fell asleep instantly.

Sunstreaker walked over to get a better look at the sparklings. "So which is which?"

Ratchet pointed to the one that was blue with angular arms and legs. "That one's the male. The green one is the female." The little femme was a bit rounder than her brother. She made a squeak and sat up, looking around brightly.

Sideswipe smiled. "Hey kiddo, welcome to the land of the living." The tiny automaton looked at him and squeaked again. She slid down to the floor and tried to run towards him, but instead she tripped and fell. Laughing, Ratchet bent down and picked her up.

"Seems healthy enough, strong to... Most sparklings take longer before they try to walk." He set her back on the table before turning to the other. "Ah, you're awake too." The little mech looked at him sagely.

The female tried again; with an extraordinarily loud squeal she jumped down and this time succeeded in her bid to pounce on Sideswipe. Taken off guard, the red mech fell down. Laughing, he gently roughhoused his daughter. "Agh! You got me!"

Sunstreaker watched his brother in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Laughed Sideswipe, sitting up with the sparkling clinging to his shoulders. She made a clicking noise and sighed sleepily.

Ratchet smirked. "Little one already tired herself out. Put her down to rest." Sideswipe put the sparkling down, only for her to pounce on Sunstreaker.

"Squeeeeeeeeeee!" She clambered up the confused mech's arm and perched on his head. Sideswipe howled with laughter.

"She's mine alright!" He grinned. Ratchet shook his head in disbelief.

"Primus almighty," He said aloud. "Why must I suffer so?" The small mech made a clicking sound and grabbed Ratchet's arm. "Yes little one?"

The sparkling raised his arms, asking to be picked up. Ratchet was not immune to the time male's charm and bent down and lifted the sparkling into the air. He looked at the mech's optics, a bit surprised. "He has silver optics! That doesn't happen too often."

Sideswipe took his little one off Sunstreaker's head before the yellow warrior had a fit. "She's got gold ones," He noted. "Won't they change colour?"

"Only Allspark-created Transformers' optics will change colour. Femme-borns optics will remain the same unless surgically changed." Replied Ratchet. He examined both sparklings thoughtfully. "Fitting that the first sparklings of Earth are so different," He murmured. "They're our future, the hope for our species. It's fitting that they are unique."

Nightstar rolled over and tiredly opened her optics. "Loud." She muttered groggily, her systems still in recharge mode.

Sideswipe grinned at her. "Sorry, the little ones are rather excitable." He held up the small female for her to see. "See?"

Nightstar smiled. "Yeah." She closed her optics again and fell back asleep. Maybe realizing that she was also tired, the small femme in her "father's" arm started squirming until she was loose. Then she climbed up onto the table beside her creator and curled up and fell asleep. Ratchet walked over and put the small male, who was still clicking happily, next to his twin where he also curled up for a rest.

Sunstreaker grinned at the CMO. "So Ratchet, how's life treating ya?"

Ratchet gave the yellow Lamborghini twin an evil glare. "Shut. Up."


Wheee! That's it for now. I need to work on my other stories. But don't worry, I'll work on this one again later, this is just the end to the first story arc. I just reallly need to get back to work on "Never Again" .

Okay, you all knew that Nightstar was gonna have twins, didn't you? But I couldn't resist Poor, poor Ratchet. Ha ha.

Okay, so, also, I don't really have any name ideas for the sparklings, so suggestions would be nice

Comments are loved, constructive critissm is thanked and flames... well, those just get a couple of giant baby robots unleashed on them XD