Chapter 6 is here to stay!

Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.

Warnings: none that I can think of.

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Chapter 6

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Optimus was currently lying in his berth, his antennae sensors hurting like the pit from his team, Agent Fowler, Mrs. Darby and the kid's disapproving rants of him interfacing with Megatron while he was in heat, when the seeker wasn't in his right mind and drunk, although they seemed to forget in that moment that Megatron was a Decepticon.

Mrs. Darby and Ratchet were the loudest today.

He groaned at the processor ache he had. He just wanted to stay in his quarters today, and forget everything around him for a while.

But it appeared Primus was mad at him too, when his comm. link went off, making him wince in pain.

"Prime, we are receiving a transmission from the Nemesis!"

Optimus snapped up, optics wide. He quickly ran out of his room and into the control room, where everyone was. Ratchet was giving him the cold shoulder, when he entered.

"Play transmission," Optimus ordered.

Ratchet did it without looking at Optimus. Breakdown's face appeared.

And boy did he look ticked, his amber optics narrowed in a murderous glare at Optimus.

"You…you Prime's….you and your fragging…libidos…Slaggit!..."

He was suddenly shoved from the screen replaced by and equally pissed off looking Knock Out.

"Hello Autobots," he said. Then he glared at Optimus, "Hello Prime."

Optimus sighed, "Great, now the cons are mad at me."

Arcee scoffed, "What do you want?"

Before he could say another word, Knock Out was shoved out of the way, and replaced by Barricade who looked absolutely tickled.

"EEEEEE!" he squealed, making everyone wince, "You brilliant, BRILLIANT Autobot! I gotta remember to throw you, what humans call, a baby shower when this is over!" the he chirped and waved at Bumblebee, "Hello my little Honey-Bumble!"

Bumblebee slumped, bowing his head and making an annoyed whirring noise. Raf snorted, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Honey-Bumble?" Optimus asked, quirking an optic brow, and looking at Bumblebee with an amused look.

Bumblebee whirred, "I'm not answering to that."

Barricade pouted, "You're no fun, Bee."

"And you're insane" Bumblebee whirred and beeped back, arguing.

"And that's why you wuv me," Barricade purred, smiling.

Bumblebee sighed, "Sad, but true."

"Oh, so this is Barricade?" Raf asked.

Barricade nodded, clapping his hands, "OOOOH! Is this the human friend you were telling me about last night in the woods? You know, when you had me come about oh…."

A muffled yelled was heard, and suddenly Barricade was gone before he could finish his sentence, and replaced by a blue, grey and green seeker mech.

"If you did ANYTHING to my baby brother without his permission Honey-bug, I swear on my father's grave YOU are going to be next on my hit list!" Obsidian snarled, causing Bumblebee to flinch.

Then, he turned to Ratchet and smiled, "How are you, my Hatchet?"

Ratchet slouched, "Not now Angel Wings."

Optimus spluttered in shock, a he looked from Ratchet to Obsidian.

"But I miss you so much!" Obsidian whined. Then he growled, "Come on old man, work with me here!"

Ratchet snapped up and glared, "Listen here youngling seeker, if you all sent this transmission just so you could all talk to your partners and/or bond-mates, so help me…!"

Obsidian giggled, before he grew serious "No, actually, we do have some news for you Autobots. Soundwave, if you will."

He stepped away from the screen, replaced by the blue, black and silver flier.

"Lord Megatron wishes to form a temporary truce with you Autobots."

If it wasn't the fact that Soundwave had said it, the Autobots would have laughed their afts off. But Soundwave never made it a habit to tell jokes.

Ratchet's optics narrowed, "Does Megatron's condition have anything to do with this?"

Before Soundwave could answer, there was the sound of someone purging in the background. Then, a loud groan of misery.

"Oh….."

The Autobots looked at each other in confusion.

Arcee blinked, "What….?"

"Oh Primus, make it stop….."

Megatron appeared behind Soundwave, looking utterly and completely miserable. Optimus looked away, blushing deeply at the sight of the silver mech he had fragged only days ago.

When Megatron saw Ratchet he groaned again, "Make it stop, Amma, it hurts….."

Everyone froze. Amma was a Cybertronian term that sparklings used for their adopted or surrogate carriers. Megatron had always called Ratchet his Amma, even as he got older.

Ratchet's optics widened then in surprise, not expecting that Megatron would ask for him.

But his expression softened, as he went into his creator mode, "Tell me what hurts."

"The purging my tanks. I forgot about this part. OH!" Megatron suddenly bent over and heaved.

A large hand rubbed his back, as he purged. Optimus blinked in surprise, then concern.

Mrs. Darby suddenly covered her mouth, like she was shocked, like she had just realized something. She turned to Ratchet, with wide eyes.

"Ratchet….." she started, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Bulkhead looked back, "What? What's happening?"

Ratchet turned to Prime, his optics wide with deep rage, "Prime, you better thank Primus that I'm not about to weld you to the ceiling!"

Everyone turned to look at Optimus, with worry and suspicion. Prime tilted his helm in confusion.

"What's wrong Ratchet?" he asked.

Before he could answer—or snap at him—Megatron reappeared, red optics blinking in surprise at the sight of Optimus. Then they narrowed angrily, as he bared his teeth in a growl.

"YOU—YOU FRAGGING PIECE OF—KNOCK OUT!"The medic jumped when his name was called, "WHERE'S MY SCREWDRIVER?"

Knockout blinked in surprise and confusion, "My lord, I don't have your screw driver. I didn't even know you-!"

WHACK!

"OOOOOOW!"

"Never mind, I found the wrench Amma gave me for my spark date!" Megatron chirped, smiling like a happy kid who just received a birthday present.

"Curse you Autobot medic!" Knockout snapped, his hand over a dent in his helm.

Ratchet smiled, "That's my boy."

Optimus flinched, as he remembered that wrench leaving dents in his helm and other places when Megatron had gotten it.

"Optimus, I swear if Megatron wasn't pregnant, I'd-!" Knockout caught himself too late, and his optics widened to astronomical proportions, as he slapped his hands over his mouth.

Megatron blinked. The he roared, and tackled Knock Out off screen, as the Autobots stared, their jaws hitting the floor.

Obsidian appeared, wincing, at the muffled yelling and screeching of metal in the background.

"So, yeah, Megs is pregnant, and uh, we were wondering if he, Knockout, Soundwave and my Ma could come and move in with you guys, just until the sparkling is born, since he's more familiar with Ratchet and the sparkling's sire is Prime."

"Why Breakdown and Soundwave? Knock Out would be good for extra medical help, but why those two?" Arcee, the first to snap out of her shock.

"Breakdown, my mother, because he's had experience in carrying and raising sparklings, and would be good support for Megatron and Soundwave because a happy Knock Out is a likeable one. Well, tolerable at least."

A muffled, "I heard that" was heard from behind Obsidian, along with a loud clang of metal against metal. Optimus stared at the screen, ignoring the glare from Ratchet.

Everyone looked to Optimus, waiting for him to say something.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

Prime smiled. Not one of those gentle, soft smiles, no, he was beaming and showing his "teeth".

"I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" he yelled, voice booming out through the base, and causing everyone to jump in shock.

Then he grabbed the nearest object—who happened to be Bumblebee—and twirled around with him laughing and whooping.

Bulkhead snorted, and smirked knowingly. Optimus has always wanted a sparkling, always wanted something to call his that would carry his lineage. Everyone on the base knew this, but if they knew it would cause a reaction like this…..

June smiled shaking her head, she's seen this behavior before in other fathers who have found out they are going to be a dad, including her dead husband. Typical Daddy to be behavior.

"So, I take that as a yes that the four are allowed to come down?" Obsidian said.

Optimus stopped twirling with the golden mech, and then returned to look at the screen.

"Yes! Send them all here immediately, please! Ratchet, send them the coordinates for the space bridge," he said, nodding vigorously. He laughed and then hugged Arcee, who yelped at the sudden contact, but smiled anyway, in unsure congratulations.

Obsidian slapped his hands together, smiling, "Right away sir."

Then the transmission was cut.

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