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Units of time as I use them:
Astrosecond= .273 seconds
Klik= 1 minute
Joor= 3 hours
Cycle= 1 day
Breem= 1 week
Groon= 1 month
Stellar cycle= year
Meta cycle= 5 years
Deca cycle= 10 years
Orn= century
Vorn= 5 centuries
:underline:- spark twins talking
:bold:- bonded mechs talking
:italics:- comm link
Don't own Transformers!
Chapter 8
Slowly, Ratchet came out of recharge. The medic released a groan as his processors were killing him. That wasn't the only thing that was killing him, either. His valve was rather sore, and he felt as if he had spent an entire groon doing nothing but interfacing.
That was impossible, though. Ratchet didn't go for casual interfacing. He wasn't the type to do any such thing. He interfaced with a mech or femme because he was in a relationship with them.
Ratchet onlined his optics before taking a look around. He instantly noticed that this was not his berth room. Where was he? Once Ratchet's processors were able to take in the items that were set up in the room as well as how they were set up, the chartreuse mech instantly came to the logical conclusion that he was in Optimus's quarters. He had seen this berth room once before.
Now for the big question. Why in the Pit was he in Optimus's quarters!
Ratchet sat up. Or at least attempted to. A strong arm around his waist prevented the medic from actually managing to sit up. He chanced a glanced down and was unsurprised to find that there was a red arm wrapped around his waist.
Primus! What in the seven levels of the Pit happened!
Ratchet managed to squirm his way out of Optimus's arm without rousing the Prime from recharge, for which the medic was thankful. He had intended to simply get out of the berth, get out of his Prime's quarters, and get back to his own quarters before Optimus came out of recharge. Maybe he could figure out what had happened once he got back there. His last clear memory was of going to Optimus's office to give him the medical reports that the Prime had requested from the last battle. What had happened since then?
However, Ratchet had only shifted away from the Prime a few feet when his memory from the time during the mating cycle finally loaded up and was integrated with the rest of the memory files that the medic had.
OH, SWEET PRIMUS!
Ratchet could not believe that he had targeted Optimus during his mating cycle. Then again, he could believe that he had targeted Optimus. He was in love with the Prime, which was why the mating cycle had ended up making him go after Optimus.
Ratchet was so embarrassed at the way he acted when he chased Optimus. He had made such a fool of himself in front of everyone on the base. There was no way that he was going to be able to show his face to everyone else again.
Ratchet released a frustrated sigh as he remembered everything he had done while under the influence of the mating cycle. He had to admit that knocking Sunstreaker and Sideswipe around wasn't that unusual. He just normally used a wrench instead of his fist.
However, handing Megatron's and Soundwave's afts to them in the middle of a battle certainly was not what something that he normally would have risked. Granted it was nice knowing he had shown Megatron a thing or two, but still!
Ratchet groaned. He had made an utter fool of himself, and he was going to kill the first mech or femme who decided that teasing him about it was a good idea.
For now, the medic needed to figure out how he was going to apologize to Optimus for the way he was acting. He couldn't imagine the amount of horror that the Prime felt at what was going on. Not to mention the embarrassment that Ratchet caused the Prime. How was he ever going to manage to look Optimus in the optic after this?
It was then that it occurred to Ratchet to check to see how long it had been since he had entered the mating cycle. He frowned when he saw what day it was. But that couldn't be right. If it was, then there should be a few more breem of the mating cycle to go. If he was out of it, then that meant that he was-
"Ratchet?"
Ratchet released a startled yelp at the unexpected questioning tone from his berth mate. The medic had jumped and ended up losing his balance, starting to tumble off the berth.
Optimus quickly reached out and grabbed Ratchet by his arms before pulling Ratchet toward him to keep the medic from falling off the berth. In his haste to keep Ratchet falling off the berth, the Prime pulled him so hard that Ratchet ended up flush against the Prime's chest.
Ratchet felt even more embarrassment race through his circuits at being held in his Prime's arm and at being held right against his chest. As if making a fool of himself hadn't been bad enough. He had to add to his embarrassment by being held by his Prime in such a way.
"Are you all right, Ratchet?" Optimus asked gently.
"I'm fine, Optimus." Ratchet murmured, trying to control himself. He might not be under the influence of the mating cycle any longer, but it didn't mean that he didn't desire the Prime any longer. He had wanted the Prime for quite some time.
"Are you certain?" Optimus was a bit stunned that Ratchet had yet to jump him. He had gotten used to being either jumped or roused from recharge by Ratchet virtually molesting him. Not that he had minded that. "Ratchet, are you back to normal?"
Ratchet steeled himself before he pulled back from the Prime to look the red and blue mech in the optic. "Yes, Optimus. I'm back to normal. The mating cycle is over." He was nervous. What did he say to Optimus after all that had happened? For that matter, how did he act around him after spending so long chasing him and trying to seduce him? What did he say to him after spending the last few breem in the berth with the Prime? And what did he say to him since it would seem that he was now sparked?
Optimus was glad to hear that. For one, it meant that he wouldn't have to run all over the base to get away from Ratchet anymore. Granted, he hadn't had to do that for the last two breem, but that was besides the point. Second, it meant that the Prime would be able to get back to his duties and take the pressure off of Prowl and his sire. Third and most important, it meant that Optimus could have that conversation with Ratchet. "Ratchet, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Swiftwind told me that when a Praxian is in a mating cycle, they only chase someone that they are in love with. Is that true?" The Prime didn't think that Swiftwind had lied to him, but he wanted to hear it from Ratchet.
Ratchet had had a feeling that that question might come up. He hated that he was going to have to tell the Prime the truth, but he wasn't about to lie to this mech, of all mechs. "Yes. It's true, Orion." He was startled. Why in the name of Primus had he just called the Prime by his original designation?
Optimus was thrilled to hear that. It meant that he was going to get everything that he wanted. Hopefully.
Ratchet had to steel his nerve once more before he chose to speak. "Optimus, I-" He was cut off by the feel of his Prime's lips on his. The medic was stunned. Of all the things that he had expected, being kissed by Optimus wasn't on the list.
Optimus hadn't been able to contain his excitement. It meant that Ratchet really was in love with him, which was exactly what the Prime had been hoping to hear. He had kissed Ratchet without even thinking of it.
Ratchet's shock slowly melted away as he came to the realization that he was being kissed by the mech that he loved with all his spark, something he hadn't thought would happen. He finally reacted by starting to kiss Optimus back, wrapping his arms around the Prime's neck.
Optimus slid his arms around Ratchet's waist as he held the chartreuse medic close to him. When he had heard from Swiftwind that a Praxian in a mating cycle targeted someone that they were in love with, he had been thrilled to learn that it meant that Ratchet was in love with him. It wasn't something that the Prime had expected, but he was overjoyed that it was true. It was more than he had expected to happen.
Finally, the two broke the kiss, but remained where they were, enjoying the closeness.
"So, can I assume that you feel the same way?" Ratchet asked.
Optimus smiled at him. "Of course. I wouldn't have merged with you otherwise. It was the only reason that I spent five groon running away from you. Prowl told me un-bonded Praxians will target a sire they trust to spark them during a matting cycle. It wasn't until Swiftwind told me that they only want a sire they are in love with to spark them that I decided that giving in would be a good idea."
Ratchet sighed. "I should have known Prowl telling you would be a bad thing. He never really listened to me when I tried to explain to him and Smokescreen about the mating cycle. It wouldn't affect Prowl, so he saw no reason to learn about it."
"Hmm. Swiftwind said as much." Optimus agreed. He was glad to hear that Ratchet really did love him. It made things a lot easier now. "Ratchet, considering everything that I know now, do you think that we can start a relationship?"
Ratchet smiled. "Of course, Orion." That was the mech he had fallen in love with, after all. It wasn't the title of Prime that he loved, but the mech behind the title. "Besides, I think that would be a good idea, all things considered."
Optimus was a bit stumped at just what the medic meant by that.
"Trust me when I say I do love you, but I think it would be better for the sparkling's sake if its creators were in a relationship." Ratchet explained.
"You're sparked?" Optimus couldn't stop the words from tumbling from his vocalizers.
Ratchet laughed. "I wouldn't be out of the mating cycle yet if I wasn't, so I'm fairly certain that I am sparked."
"That's why you hadn't already jumped me." Optimus muttered.
Ratchet was now trying to figure out if he should be horrified about that. "I feel like I should apologize for the way I acted on the mating cycle. I know I didn't give you much of a choice, but I'm rather certain that you didn't appear dignified to anyone in the last five groon."
"Tell me about it." Optimus shook his helm. "Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were the worst."
"That I can believe." Ratchet sighed. "I suppose I hardly appeared dignified, either. I can't imagine what the humans thought."
"I believe shocked and horrified fairly much describes how they reacted at the start. Once everything was explained to them, I believe it went to pure amusement." Optimus scowled. "Everyone seemed to enjoy seeing me jumpy and tiptoeing around, as the humans would say."
Ratchet sighed. "I'll never live it down."
Optimus chuckled. "I believe a few wrenches could change everyone's processors."
"Probably." Ratchet agreed. He knew that he probably needed to go see First Aid to confirm that he was carrying. "I suppose I need to go and see First Aid."
Optimus reached out and placed a hand on Ratchet's shoulder. "I don't think he'd enjoy being roused from recharge. It is late, Ratchet. It's something that can wait until morning."
Ratchet realized that Optimus was right. It could wait. "All right. It can wait."
"Good." Optimus then pulled Ratchet down to lay beside him. "Then we can get some more recharge ourselves."
Ratchet felt a bit uneasy recharging in the berth with Optimus despite the fact that he had spent the last few breem interfacing and recharging with the mech. He supposed it couldn't kill him. It didn't take Ratchet long to settle down and curl up next to Optimus, who kept his arms wrapped around the medic. "I suppose I do need to talk to my creators considering the fact that they've only seen me a bit crazed since they got here."
Optimus chuckled. "Yes, well, they understood. And got a kick out of everything just like my creators."
"No wonder they're all friends, right?" Ratchet asked.
"Right. I will say that they all seem to enjoy the idea of being grand-creators. Especially my creators." Optimus remarked.
Ratchet realized something. "Oh, slag it! I forgot!" He instantly sat up.
"What?" Optimus was both shocked and worried, sitting up as well.
Ratchet sighed. "My carrier was a pain when I was carrying Prowl and Smokescreen. I believe the humans refer to it as being a mother hen, which was the definition of the way she acted. Going through that again will drive me to insanity."
Optimus chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Ratchet. "Don't worry, Ratchet. Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and Jazz are all sparked. I'm quite certain Starlight will be just as concerned with them, taking some of it off of you. Especially Smokescreen and Bluestreak since this is their first time carrying."
Ratchet frowned. "Jazz?" He glanced back at Optimus.
Optimus nodded. "They decided to have another one now, too."
"Four sparked mechs." Ratchet muttered.
"Yes, and you're the only one who has any experience in caring for a sparked bot as well as delivering a sparkling." the Prime replied.
"It's a good thing I'll be almost a full stage behind the others. They'll need me to show them what to do." Ratchet stated.
Optimus nodded his helm. "Now, stop worrying about what your carrier is going to do."
Ratchet nodded before lying back down with the Prime.
Optimus chose not to mention the fact that his own carrier might become a bit of a mother hen. No need in worrying Ratchet anymore than necessary.
Prowl was playing a game of chess with his brother-in-law Hot Shot.
Jazz, Smokescreen, and Bluestreak were all talking about carrying as all three of them were having twins. It was a big topic for the three sparked mechs.
Others were talking about random topics, some were discussing Decepticon activity, and others were talking about personal matters with their friends.
The humans were involve in the various conversations that were taking place.
Sarah Lennox was visiting with Annabelle as was Rachel Epps and her son, Michael. The two women were talking with the three sparked mechs about how they were doing.
Lennox and Epps were currently talking to a few of the others bots in base.
"So, any word on the doc?" Epps asked suddenly.
Prowl glanced over. "Not as of yet, Sergeant Epps. We have not heard from either one of them. I'm certain that Ratchet will wish to speak with First Aid as soon as he can."
Hot Shot looked over. "So, who did end up winning the bet on doc and Optimus, Jazz?"
Jazz grinned and started to answer.
"Bet!" came an angered growl.
Every mech and femme in the room froze at the very familiar growl. All optics and eyes turned to find Ratchet and Optimus standing in the doorway to the rec room.
Optimus looked very uneasy as he took a step away from Ratchet, figuring that he should have mentioned to Ratchet before about the bet. He really hadn't even thought of the bet though, if he were completely honest with himself.
Ratchet glared at all of them with a look that could have killed Primus himself.
:If looks could kill, I believe would be the appropriate human phrase to describe this.: Nemesis stated to Alpha Trion over their bond.
:Indeed.: Alpha Trion agreed. He himself was uneasy due to the fact that he knew he had been one of the winners of the bet.
"What bet?" Ratchet growled.
Jazz suddenly felt very afraid and truly hoped that Ratchet would at least let him live long enough to give birth to his and Prowl's twins before committing a murder. "Um, well, you see, Ratchet, we were sort of, um, entertained at watching you chase Prime, so we sort of had a bet about if Prime would give in or if he wouldn't. Added to that was what groon of the mating cycle he'd give in during."
Another growl escaped from the medic.
Everyone looked terrified from Prowl right down to the lowest ranked human in the room.
Optimus didn't feel afraid because he hadn't been in on it, though he was rather worried for everyone else on the base.
"Who started the bet?" Ratchet snarled.
"Um, I did." Jazz's voice was rather small from the fear.
"And who was involved?" Ratchet asked.
"About everyone on base." Smokescreen answered, not daring to lie to his carrier when he was in this state.
Epps, Lennox, Sarah, Rachel, and every other human in the rec room all quickly came to the conclusion that a wrench-throwing, shouting bloody murder Ratchet was scary. A quietly growling Ratchet who had not thrown a thing was downright terrifying. Shit in your pants terrifying, in fact.
"What made you think this was a good idea?" Ratchet demanded.
"Um, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time." Jazz replied.
Ratchet's restraint broke.
A wrench went sailing through the air.
"OWWWW!" Prowl instantly clutched his helm. "What was that for!"
"I'd never hit a sparked bot!" Ratchet retorted. He glared at Jazz, who felt the overwhelming urge to cower behind his mate at the moment. "However their mate is another story!"
Prowl was the one who now felt the overpowering urge to cower behind his mate.
"The one who thinks that teasing either of us about this is dead. All video images had better be destroyed or deleted. And if I have to go through every processor on this base, I will." Ratchet's tone was deadly and it was a promise. All Autobots knew that much. Ratchet turned and walked out past Optimus
Optimus was rather amused and decided that this was Primus's way of getting back at them for the way they had acted while he was being chased by Ratchet.
"FIRST AID!"
The medic in question jumped at the sudden shout from his mentor before scrambling to his pedes and dashing out the door at lightning speed.
Optimus followed the medic in amusement.
"I'd say that went pretty well." Sideswipe said cheerfully.
"Pretty well?" Lennox looked at him, incredulous. "Pretty well! That was damned scary!"
"Yeah. I've never seen doc bot so pissed before. I thought we were all going to die." Epps stated.
Prowl moaned, rubbing his helm. "I wish I was."
Hot shot sighed in relief. "At least he didn't target me."
"Why would he?" Smokescreen asked.
"You helped with the bets. It means I'd be his target." Hot Shot answered.
"And here I thought you loved having Ratchet for a carrier-in-law." Sunstreaker teased.
"Not when he's royally slagged off like he is now."Hot Shot replied.
Prowl winced. He had a feeling that his carrier was going to be hard to deal with for the time being. And he was going to have to talk to his mate about not pissing Ratchet off since it would seem that Prowl would be the one to pay the price for Jazz pissing Ratchet off.
"So, since the immediate threat is gone, who did win the bet?" Sunstreaker asked.
Jazz's happy demeanor had quickly returned as he grinned. "There ended up being four winners. Alpha Trion, Starlight, Sarah Lennox, and Prowl."
Bluestreak laughed. "You might be safe from Ratchet's wrath, Mrs. Lennox. However, I'm not certain the other three are going to be safe when Ratchet learns that they won." He then looked over at his sire with amusement. "Especially you, Sire."
Prowl groaned. He was so slagged when Ratchet found out all of this.
Alpha Trion and Starlight both feared that they were going to be in deep slag as well once Ratchet learned they had not only been in on the betting, but that they had actually been one of the winners of the betting.
Ratchet couldn't believe that they had made a bet about whether or not Optimus would end up sparking him. For Primus' sake! Having a sparkling was not something to be betted upon! If it wasn't for the fact that Jazz was sparked, Ratchet would have really let him have it.
First Aid was tentatively following his mentor. It was never easy dealing with Ratchet when he was a in a bad mood, which was most of the time considering how Sideswipe and Sunstreaker tended to annoy him with their pranks combined with Wheeljack's numerous explosions. Not to mention any other injuries that tended to come up during the cycle.
Optimus, on the other hand, wasn't afraid of Ratchet. Sure, he was wary of Ratchet when he was in a bad mood, but he hadn't done anything to piss the medic off. Which meant that he was safe for the time being. He knew that Ratchet was certain that he was sparked, but Optimus wanted to be there himself to know for sure. And to make sure that everything was fine.
Ratchet entered the infirmary and was a bit surprised to find that his sire was in the infirmary. Then again, he supposed it shouldn't be that big of a surprise to find Swiftwind there since Swiftwind was a medic as well. Considering that Ratchet had been unable to perform his duties while he had been under the influence of the mating cycle, it only made sense that his sire would be here to help First Aid, Perceptor, and Jolt out.
Swiftwind sensed his son's approach, which meant that Ratchet was out of the mating cycle. Which meant that he was most likely sparked. He smirked and said, "So, I see we're finally out of it now."
Ratchet glared at his sire. "Oh, do not start with me!" He was hardly in the mood for teasing.
Swiftwind was used to Ratchet's temper. After all, he had admitted earlier that Ratchet's temper had come from both his side of the family and Starlight's side of the family.
First Aid was more than a bit surprised that his mentor would snap at his own sire like that. Then again, this was Ratchet, so the medic probably wasn't scared to snap at anyone like that.
"The only reason that I am here is because I strongly suspect that I am sparked. I just want to make sure I am right." Ratchet told them.
"Uh, of course, sir." First Aid had been the one handling the sparked mechs for the most part, so he had become rather well-versed in what he needed to do to determine if a mech were sparked and how to care for one. He quickly went to get what he needed to ensure all was going accordingly, though Ratchet would be only a breem or two along, considering the amount of time that he and Optimus had been locked in Optimus's quarters.
BOOM!
Ratchet sighed. "If I didn't already known that Wheeljack was on Earth, that would have told me he was."
Swiftwind laughed. "Say what you will, but your brother hasn't changed at all. You have to admit that."
"The cycle that Wheeljack actually manages to invent something without causing it to blow up first is when I give up being a medic and return to being a politician." Ratchet retorted.
Swiftwind snickered. "Then you're stuck being a medic for the rest of your function." The old medic looked over at First Aid. "You tend to Ratchet. I'll go see what needs to be done about keeping my other son online." Swiftwind grabbed a medical kit before heading for the infirmary.
"How many times has he nearly blown up the base?" Ratchet asked.
"I lost count after the 10,287th time he was in here." First Aid replied.
"That many in only four groon?" Optimus asked.
Ratchet snorted. "You should have been around when he first started inventing. I swear he had five times that many in half that much time."
"And he's alive why?" Optimus asked.
"Me." Ratchet retorted. He shook his helm. "After the first thousand explosions, no other medic would care for him."
"I don't blame them." First Aid stated. He shook his helm. "I was glad when Swiftwind offered to handle Wheeljack."
"The things we do for family." Ratchet muttered.
Optimus smiled behind his combat mask. He knew that Ratchet really did love his brother and worried about him every time he had an explosion. He also knew that Ratchet tended to care for Wheeljack's injuries because he didn't really trust many other medics to take proper care of his brother.
First Aid then started to do a thorough examination of Ratchet's systems in a normal capacity. He needed to make sure that everything was running normally from the mating cycle. He had read up on Praxian mating cycles and talked to Swiftwind. There were some Praxians who would come out of a mating cycle with their levels in dangerous zones. Thankfully, that wasn't the case here. Which meant that there would be no problems with the sparkling if Ratchet was indeed sparked. "Ratchet, could you open your chest plates for me, please?"
Ratchet did as asked. He wasn't too worried that he wasn't able to sense the sparkling considering the fact that it would be so soon. He wouldn't be able to pick up on any newspark until he was in about the second to third groon of the first stage.
First Aid noticed that Ratchet's spark was a deeper blue than it usually was. It meant that he was only a few breem along, which would coincide with the amount of time that Ratchet and Optimus had spent locked in Optimus's quarters. Not that the young medic intended to mention anything of the sort in front of his mentor. He valued living far too much. Within a few more breem, the small, gold spark of the sparkling would emerge from within Ratchet's spark and be seen. "You're defiantly, sparked, Ratchet. Your spark has already deepened in color. I'd judge that the sparkling's spark will emerge from yours in three or four breem."
Ratchet nodded his helm. "I thought as much. I would still be in the mating cycle otherwise." His thoughts instantly turned to the other three sparked mechs on the base. His medic programming drove him to want to know about their states. He was also a little more concerned considering the fact that all of the ones that were sparked were a part of his family. "How are Jazz, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen?"
"Oh. They're all fine. Everything is going accordingly. And all three of them are having twins." First Aid stated.
"Twins? I'm not surprised Bluestreak is having twins since he has two mates. Each one probably sired one of the sparklings. Smokescreen has the predisposition of having twins, so that's not surprise." Ratchet mused.
Predisposition? Optimus wondered what kind of predisposition would mean that Smokescreen was more likely to have spark twins.
"As for Jazz, that is a bit surprising." Ratchet stated.
"Actually, they're having split-spark twins. I discovered that the spark had split only a few breem ago." First Aid added.
Ratchet nodded. "Split-spark twins are very rare. I just pray that they don't turn out like Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."
"Considering the processor-aches and crashes that they have caused Prowl, I'm more than certain that Prowl is going to ensure that they do not turn out like them." First Aid remarked.
"Yes, and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker will have their hands full with their own sparklings." Ratchet hoped that being creators would help Sideswipe and Sunstreaker act more their age.
First Aid nodded before he walked over and got a cube of medical grade energon which he handed over to Ratchet. "Lucky for us Wheeljack was able to find a way to use various minerals from Earth to create energon. The only thing he didn't have was Cybertronium, which we have managed to accumulate a large quantity of, so we're good for a long time. Even by our standards." First Aid told him.
"That is a good thing." Ratchet agreed. He was glad that they wouldn't have to rely on solar energy any longer since energon was much better for their systems, especially carrying bots.
"And you know that you'll have to take in-" First Aid started.
"I know, First Aid. One cube of medical grade each cycle during the first stage, two cubes during the second, and nothing but medical grade in the final stage. I've been through this before, First Aid. I know what to do and expect." Ratchet assured him.
Optimus made a mental note to have Ratchet refresh his memory on what to expect.
"Sorry. I've had to tell Bluestreak and Smokescreen since this is their first time, and I had to refresh Jazz and Prowl's memory." First Aid replied.
Ratchet waved him off. "No problem."
"Since you work in medbay on a regular basis, I see no reason to set up a scheduled appointment. Check-ups can just be done in-between patients." First Aid told him.
Ratchet nodded. "Meaning in-between my brother's various disasters."
"Pretty much." The young medic agreed.
"Just out of curiosity, Ratchet, what did you mean when you said Smokescreen had a predisposition to have twins?" Optimus wondered if this would apply to them as well.
Ratchet turned his focus to the sire of the sparkling. "When a carrier is sparked in a set of spark twins, that carrier has a predisposition to end up carrying spark twins themselves. Since Smokescreen is a carrier and in a set of spark twins, he carries a predisposition to carry spark twins."
"So then you-" Optimus started.
Ratchet nodded. "I carry that same predisposition as well. In fact, I'll be shocked if it's not spark twins."
At least Optimus could prepare himself.
First Aid sighed. "I suppose I had better be prepared for four sets of twins then." He shook his helm. "Just what is with your family and twins?"
"I don't know, First Aid. We have a tendency to have twins." Ratchet replied.
First Aid wondered if it was too late to resign from his duties as a medic and become a soldier.
Ratchet closed his chest plates back. "In any case, First Aid, I'll leave the medbay to you for the time being. I'll resume my duties tomorrow, so you can have the day off. I'm fairly certain that you have done a great deal of work while I was incapacitated."
"You might say that, and I'll gladly take the day off. I'll leave all the medical files on your desk. Smokescreen and Bluestreak are both due for a check-up tomorrow." First Aid told him.
Ratchet nodded his helm in agreement before he hoped off the berth. "Come on, Optimus."
Optimus was a bit startled to find that Ratchet was giving him an order, but considering the horror stories he had heard about sparked bots and their emotional state, he chose not to argue as he followed the CMO out of the medbay. "And just where are we going?"
"Well, if I don't say a decent word to my carrier, she will have a fit. Besides, I'm quite certain she would like to know that I am sparked." Ratchet sighed. "That will be fun."
"Why?" Optimus didn't see the bad side to it.
"You'll find out when she does." Ratchet replied.
Optimus wondered what could be so bad about Starlight knowing that Ratchet was sparked, but chose not to question it. He himself was becoming rather excited at the fact that he had a sparkling, possibly two, on the way. At least his own creators would be off his back now.
Although the best part of all this, the Prime mused, was the fact that Ratchet was in love with him, had agreed to a relationship with him, and was now carrying his sparkling.
Primus was truly smiling on the Prime.
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