Soooo sorry for the wait guys! I didn't do my school work and my momma got made at me and took my laptop. The only way I am able to post this is on my momma's computer. Hopefully I can get my other stories up sometime this week.

Okay enough blabber. On with the story!

Knock Out's P.O.V:
Well, things have been going as they normally did before I told Breakdown but with a little twist.

Breakdown would assist me whenever or whatever I need and I mean whatever. Whenever the morning sickness would come, Breakdown would always hold my shoulder platings to keep me from falling into the waste bin and it was Breakdown who would allow me to leave early to recharge while he worked on what I needed done. And as of late my peds had been starting to hurt and guess who it was who would rub them?

I was grateful for the help since the little parasites were taking such a great toll on me. I would have to take in an extra cube of energon every day and I would have restless night because of the fluttering feeling coming from my midsection.

Today was relatively peaceful; there had been no Autobot attacks and I had a full nights recharge for the first time in a few solar-cycles. This had caused me to be in an over chipper mood but no one was complaining about so what the scrap.

"Breakdown, hand me that laser cutter would you?" I asked Breakdown and he did as asked. "Now hold still Dreadwing, I need to seal the cut before you tear it again." Even though Dreadwing, Soundwave, and I were with spark lord Megatron still had us on working duty; which meant for Dreadwing he was still a soldier and still Megatron's second in command.

As I closed the cut, I allowed Dreadwing to sit up. "Okay that should do. You can go now Dreadwing but try to hold off on any extreme working." I said with a chipper smile while Dreadwing only growled and scowled at me as he left. When Dreadwing would have his mood swings anybot around was at his mercy so you had to watch what you said around the giant seeker.

Once Dreadwing was gone, both Breakdown and I sighed in relief. "I thought he never leave. The way he acted around that cut one might think he had a virus or it the cut was fatal." Breakdown stated and I nodded in agreement. "Dreadwing's mood swings are definitely more 'erratic' than mine. Just be grateful that Soundwave doesn't show his emotions; from what he told me he's been have midsection cramps that feel worse than the gladiator pits."

Placing the laser away Breakdown came over with a concerning look. "Shouldn't we give him a check over if he's having pains? Couldn't it be something serious?"

I shook my helm and walked over to the computer. Pulling up Soundwave's photo I pointed to his midsection. "Since Soundwave's frame is much more slender than mine or Dreadwing's he's going to feel slight pains as his frame shifts for the sparks he's carrying. Plus he and Dreadwing have four sparks to deal with whereas I only have two. Thank Primus that I'm shorter than most on this blasted ship."

Breakdown chuckled and continued on with his work.

At hearing his familiar friendly tone, I smiled but it quickly disappeared as the stupid fluttering sensation started up again. Giving off a groan, I leaned over a medical berth and placed a servo over my bulging midsection. "Sparklings acting up again?" Breakdown asked as he placed a servo on my shoulder plating. "The parasites always seemed to be active when I finally am given a break or when I feel any sort of release. They're just pit bent on causing me discomfort!"

Again Breakdown laughed and I shot him an angry glare. "And pray tell what's so funny about my discomfort Breakdown?" "Nothing K. O, just that even after two earth months you're still calling the bitlets 'parasites'. I've started to call them Sparklings and I just thought that by this time you would-"

Slamming my servos into the berth, enough to leave sizable dents, I turned around to face the now confused Breakdown. "These are nothing more than small versions of the Drones; they don't think, they don't feel, and they are far from being a SPARKLING!"

I held on to my angry face for a few nano-klicks just staring up at Breakdown until I realized that I had snapped at him. "Forgive me Breakdown, I... Lost control." Breakdown didn't reply but only continued to look down at me with puzzlement.

After a while I turned back to the computer and shut down Soundwave's information.

"I… need some air. I'll be out on the outside runway if anyone needs me." Walking out of the med-bay, I made my way through the halls that would lead me outside.

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Once I was outside, I sat down a few feet away from the edge. I knew it wasn't the safest place to sit but this was where the wind blew the strongest.

I always enjoyed having the wind blow across my face and my joints. Back on Cybertron, before the war even started, I lived in the higher class city and worked in Cybertron's most renowned medical building. The building was so tall that it reached the seeker flying area. Whenever I found myself free from my duties, I would be out on the top of the building watching the seekers fly by and have the wind blow over my chassis.

This was one of my favorite pass times, next to racing of course, and I could just sit up there for breems without even noticing the time went by.

As I watched the clouds fly by the Nemesis, I closed my optics and placed my servos over the bulge that was my midsection. As the fluttering sensation died down, I thought about what Breakdown had said back in the med-bay.

He had called these 'parasites' Sparklings and in some sort he was right. They had already formed their starting mold of there protoforms, even if to me just looked like a gray block with stubs coming out of it. But still Breakdown was right; they were now considered the early stage of a sparkling.

Rubbing the bulge to try and stop the sudden flutter that acted up, I thought about a time I had seen a young Cybertronian couple who were the caretakers of twin Sparklings. That family looked so happy that I grew envious at them.

To be honest, and yes a Decepticon can be honest, I truly wanted to raise a sparkling of my own but back than to have the privilege to raise even one you needed to be bonded to another and one of the bonded needed to have the time to raise it. Both of which I didn't have.

"You know Lord Megatron would throw you across the Nemesis if he saw you that close to the edge Knock Out?" Quickly removing my servos from my midsection, I turned around to see Breakdown standing above me with a smile.

"Maybe if he throw me hard enough he could offline these parasites and save me the time and trouble they'll cause." I said this with a tone that showed that I didn't enjoy any of this and Breakdown could see that. "Come in Knock Out, you don't mean that." Breakdown said as he took a seat down next to me. "Oh yes I do; every bit if it."

I turned away from Breakdown but I could tell from the silence he was hurt in some way. "So you would rather have Megatron offline the Sparklings before you even get to see them?" It wasn't my mood swings that caused what happened next; what Breakdown had said caused me to cry.

"These things are not Sparklings. Their just Drone clones that once they're out of my system will be remolded to be mindless soldiers. I'll never be able to teach them things, I'll never take them racing, I'll never watch them grow at a normal pace; By Primus they won't even know who I am!"

I could feel the tears run down my face as the fluttering in my midsection went wild. These feelings I was getting from inside were nothing more than fluxes; that and nothing more. They would never be able to feel love and they would never be in my life.

Feeling a larger servo come over my shoulders, I soon found myself wrapped in Breakdown's chassis. For a few klicks all we did was sit there listening to my tears fall out. After a while my tears fell silent but Breakdown continued to hold me close.

"What's the point in trying to care for something that won't be able to care back?" I asked quietly; not really thinking that Breakdown would answer.

"For starters, knowing that these Sparklings are coming straight from you should be one. Another is that they share half of you CNA so if anything they'll look half like you. You may not get to raise them Knock Out but you'll have the chance to look at them when they come and remember them."

I knew Breakdown was trying to raise my spark but at this point I still couldn't see how anything could raise my hopes right now.

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Bumblebee's P.O.V:

It was really quiet at the base today. Raf and the others were still in school and Arcee, Bulkhead, and Optimus were out on patrol. Ratchet, like always, was at the computers typing away and I was just sitting in a corner reading a datapad.

The datapad was something I normally wouldn't read but with the things going on, I decided that it might be good to study on Cybertronian 'head problems'.

The datapad didn't offer much help. It simply stated that sparklings and there care takers, once they established a bond, were able to talk, and feel the other. The same was said for siblings but it was even stronger; especially if they shared a split spark.

I didn't know if the first part of the datapad was right since Ratchet and Optimus never formed the bond with me, they said they didn't want me to feel their pain when they were out fighting, and the second part I knew I never would experience since I was an only child. From what I know of.

Ratchet never did tell me a lot about my past, only saying that Optimus and he found me in an abandoned building with my caretaker holding me in her offlined servos. I don't remember my caretaker, I was too young at the time but the one thing that I do remember is something bright red standing over me and then running away right before Optimus and Ratchet came into memory.

Suddenly a whine entered my hearing receptors pulling me out of the datapad. Looking around I saw that no one was in the room besides me and Ratchet so that only meant one thing.

Standing up, I began to walk over to the hallway that led to my room. "Ratchet, I'm going to go lay down for a bit." Ratchet looked away from the computers to me and nodded. "Very well. Rest well Bumblebee."

Nodding back, I quickly walked down the hall to my room and shut the door behind me. Walking over to my berth, I sat down and wait a few moments before I sent a quiet message.

:: I'm here. What's wrong ::

I waited a few klicks and sure enough… the voice answered back.

:: I'm sad. ::

:: Why are you sad? ::

Ever since the time I nearly drove off the road and told Optimus and Ratchet about hearing the voice, I have been talking to it in secret. Optimus and Ratchet didn't have a clue as to what I was hearing and Ratchet decided that it was lack of recharge.

But lately the voice has been talking to me and usually it was at the worst of times. I nearly got my servo burnt off because of the voice coming in during battle. I knew it might be dangerous to talk back to it but something about the tone and friendliness of it pushed that feeling away. So, every night before I went into recharge I would talk to it at least a few minutes and it wouldn't bother me during times when it shouldn't.

:: the one who is holding me doesn't love me. Thinks I am mindless… what is mindless? ::

I couldn't help but laugh quietly at hearing this. This voice was so innocent I couldn't think it was any form a danger.

:: you are not mindless; far from it. Whoever is saying these things doesn't know what they're talking about. ::

Over the other end I could hear the voice give a childish laugh and it made me smile inwardly.

:: The one who holds me is now sad. But friendly voice is making it better. ::

Whoever this voice was had a special name for each bot it knew. I was Family, why I don't know, 'The one who holds me' I figured was one of its caretakers, and 'Friendly voice' was somebot its caretaker must know.

:: Family, how come you won't come see me? ::

This was a normal question I got from the voice and I answered it like always.

:: because I don't know where you are. ::

I knew the voice was never happy that I said this but it was true. I didn't have the slightest clue as to where they were or who they were.

:: I'm sleepy family. ::

A yawn came from the other end and I nodded in agreement.

:: I think it is best that we both get some rest. ::

:: Goodnight Family. ::

And like that the voice was gone and the line was silent.

Turning over in my berth, I offlined my optics. Allowing recharge to take me but not before I quietly whispered.

"Goodnight"

Okay, really short CHPTR but I figured this is a okay area to stop for now. The next CHPTR I think people are going to be really sad and angry with me. But I will now spoil it for you.

Until next time,

Girl Supersonicboy OUT!