::Bond::
Thought
"Speaking"
~Comm link~

I woke up in the med. bay with the faintest pain in my helm. My frame still ached so I refused to let myself sit up and wonder how I actually got inside the base, but I did have enough strength to look around; finding Jetstorm in recharge on a chair beside the berth, an offline data-pad balancing on his lap. I'd only ever seen my brother reading when he was extremely worried or concerned about something… and that something this time was most likely me…
Cautiously I reached over and proceeded to poke him; my brother sheepishly onlining his optics and grinning at my attempt.

"Nice try…"

"But… you…?"

"I was only resting my optics. Who knows when you'd wake up?"

That made me swat him over the helm. Jetstorm flinched back and dropped the data-pad, straightening himself up before he scooted over and sat closer to the med-berth.

"So… uhh, I should probably tell you what Ratchet found, huh?"

I wanted to slap him again, but instead I held myself back and let him talk. From the way he was clenching and unclenching his servos, something told me our medic had found results he didn't really want to know about…

"… The sparkling's okay though, right?" I interrupted before he could continue. Jetstorm calmly nodded his helm.

"Yes, its fine; no harm at all. Your spark on the other servo…"

"Was the slightest bit corrupted, and has dragged back the sparkling's disconnection from your spark a few solarcycles," someone cut in from the doorway. I didn't even need to guess who that was…

"So… the sparkling won't 'out' in the time I want it to?" I asked sceptically, finally managing to get myself into an upright position. "But, won't that affect Blitz-… uhh, the sire when they find out?"

"The question is does the sire already know!" Ratchet insisted in slight irritation, wandering over to us. "Because I found inserts of CNA written in your spark chamber that I don't like the look of… They practically scream 'Decepticon'…"

Jetstorm's jaw dropped and my tanks churned; both from me being nervous and sparked…
Running out and being sick in the washrack sink made me miss whatever else the medic had to say…
Ratchet knew it; he'd found out Blitzwing was my bond-mate. Just the way he said that, he knew it was a Decepticon I'd bonded with; who else could it have been while I was on the Nemesis anyway!?
About fifty times emptying my tanks later, I still sat in the washracks; water trickling down the front of my frame, servos lain on my protoform. Blurr was beside me, keeping a close watch; even though I'd told the Blue Racer about a million times I was fine, he insisted he stay seeing as no one else would. I commed Jetstorm a few times inquiring his whereabouts, but he said I should stop worrying about him and worry more about myself… Might as well…

"So,uhh… What'sitactuallyfeellikebeingsparked?" Blurr questioned, breaking the silence between us. I tilted my helm sideways to look at him and slightly shrugged.

"I would call it a virus, but… Ratchet said not to treat it that way…" I explained, brushing my digits through the water around my thighs.

"Well,youarepurgingalmosteverytwokliks. I'dsayitwasavirusifIdidn'tknowwhatwasreallywrong," Blurr went on, uncomfortably clicking his glossa. "But,sometimesIguessyounevergettoexperienceitcause… Itprobablyhappenstoofastorthesparklingofflinesorsomething… Wouldn'tthatbehorrible!?"

I ignored that last part, sub-consciously nodding my helm as I put a servo over my spark chamber. What I had to focus on now was keeping the sparkling… I reminded myself; sparkling's' alive. The more time they spent attached to my spark; they would keep on growing and adapting to their own protoforms… This scared me a little; what if they didn't move to my gestation chamber in time?

"… Blurr, have you ever had a spark-mate?" I asked out of curiosity. The Blue Racer's optics shuttered in a blinking fashion, and he turned his helm to one side.

"No, I… I-I never…" he admitted; speaking softly. I slowly shifted my optics in his direction.

"Would you?"

"It… It would be nice…" the EGO* continued, tucking his tires underneath him as he sat up on his knees; servos resting on his thighs. "But… I never, really processed it before…"

I kept my optics on him for a while, wondering why he'd slowed the pace of his vocal processor. It was rarely that he often did that so others could catch up to what he was saying, but I guess he caught on to my misunderstanding of his words from earlier… or he was lying, but I didn't dare ask…

"Anyway… Youfeelingbetteryet?" Blurr then cut in; voice returning to normal pace. I hesitantly nodded and got to my pedes, stumbling a little as I steadied myself on the wall.

"I'll live," I admitted, leaving the washracks and wandering off to find the others, but all I really felt like doing was recharging… and I was hungry… "I guess a little energon won't hurt…"

So I ventured down to the storage room, cautiously sliding open the door and slipping inside. Few containers lined the walls, and every one I peered into was almost empty. As usual, energon's getting harder to find on this planet…
But I shrugged off the thought and dug through one of the crates, settling down against the wall with a reasonably full cube but didn't drink it straight away. Ratchet had said the sparklings' movement had been delayed due to what Blitzwing had done to me, but I didn't feel any different, except for the uncomforting double beat in and around my spark chamber. That would take some getting used to…

"I feel so confined…" I murmured, looking around the room in wonder. "They're all getting so protective over me just because of two little sparklings… that they don't know about… And worrying I won't make it through…"

But I knew I'd make it through; nothing was going to stop me from keeping these sparklings safe, or keeping myself clear of Megatron's rage if and when he'd managed to track me…

*EGO = Elite Guard Officer…
Yeah I'm too stuffed to write the whole thing…

Short and sweet little chappie from Jetfire's P.O.V, and a little questioning time there from Blurr… Yeah, I had no idea how to explain what happened, but I tried… *le-shrug*

Um, next chappie probs from Blitzwing's P.O.V; Seekers in the midst somewhere as well as a *coughs* slightlyOOC *coughs* Megatron angered at a certain triple-changer…

So yeah…
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