Author's note. Sorry for taking so long to update, been busy with University. I'd really appreciate some ideas for this story, you'll be credited if you do. I do know how this story ends and I do have a couple of ideas, but I need more. Any suggestions, anything at all. There will be jumps in time with this story, because I can't write a day by day account that spans about seven months. Just a few mini plot ideas would be nice.

By the way, Megatron's rant about Optimus near the end of this is inspired by Life on Mars when Gene Hunt calls Sam Tyler a "great, soft, sissy, girly, nancy, French, bender, Man-United supporting poof." Ahh, the days before political correctness.

Enjoy and please review.

Previous chapter.

"Alright Prime, what are you looking so smug about?" Megatron demanded.

"Oh just about the fact I'm going to be a grandfather" Prime said proudly as Megatron's jaw dropped.

"WHAT" he roared as several Autobots in the background laughed. "Damn you Prime", Megatron thought as he glared at the Autobot leader. Grandfather?

"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, Prime" Megatron snarled at Prime who he knew was grinning behind his mask. "Last time I checked you are not the Creator of either Skywarp or Thundercracker, so how in Primus's name are you going to be a grandfather?"

"Because my daughter is expecting, that's how Megatron" The red and blue mech replied smugly.

"Arcee is not the creator of that Sparkling, you ridiculous Autobot" Megatron growled. "So how does that make you its grandfather?"

"You've forgotten the bond, Megatron" Prime reminded him.

"Bond? What does that have to do with anything?" Megatron demanded.

"It's Arcee's first time remember, and if you knew anything about Carrying Femmes is that they only act as Carriers after they've had their own. Inexperienced Femme's don't know how to limited the bond connection between them and the Spark they carry" Prime said quietly. "My daughter's going to bond with that child, fully bond meaning it will be hers in a sense. Therefore I will have responsibility for it."

Megatron wanted to smash his head against the nearest wall, he had forgotten about the bond and its possible repercussions. When a Femme fully bonded with a Spark, that created a link between them, which could not be rid of easily. Slag, this was going to cause problems. Trust Skywarp and Thundercracker to get him into this mess. Grumbling, he glared at Prime before saying.

"This doesn't change anything Prime that Sparkling is going to be raised to be a Decepticon no matter who its Carrier is."

"I'm aware of that" Prime replied calmly, before saying slyly. "Besides, at least it's going to have you as a..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Prime" Megatron snarled. "I will be nothing of the kind, I am not a soft sparked, sentimental fool of an Autobot. And don't you forget that."

"I'll try not to" Prime said sardonically before saying "I think neutral ground might be best for us when Arcee meets Skywarp and Thundercracker, somewhere quiet and sheltered, perhaps."

"Fine" agreed Megatron, relieved the conversation had turned in this direction. "They wish to be with her very soon but I convinced them to wait a week."

It had been difficult to get Skywarp to agree to this as he was already pining for his Sparkling. He had needed Starscream to talk Skywarp out of hanging around the Autobot base. Megatron shuddered to think what the hyperactive Seeker would be like when it was time for Arcee to give birth.

"There is one condition, Megatron" Prime said firmly. "I want an Autobot to be with her, preferably one of my medics."

"Fine" growled Megatron "But make it that Protectobot First Aid and I don't want your trigger happy Weapons Officer near my Seekers either."

"Fair enough" said Prime and the two started discussing locations.

Arcee slowly walked from the Med Bay to the Rec Room, Rachet had been telling her what to expect during her carrying period. The situation still seemed very surreal but she knew that would pass, in fact not carrying a Spark would be surreal once she delivered. At least according to her mother and Chromia, who had both Carried several times.

Her father had gone off to contact Megatron, apparently the Seekers wanted to keep in touch and spend time with her. She wasn't all that sure about that, the two expectant parents had been that close to keeping her locked up in their room. She hoped the other Autobots would be okay with her Carrying, she knew them all and they were a good bunch but still she was Carrying a Decepticon Sparkling.

"Arcee, wait up" a voice called and turning she saw her brother HotRod running towards her. Skidding to a halt, he eyed her somewhat shyly and then said.

"Hey."

"Hey" she murmured back softly, waiting to see how he would react.

"So" he began. "You've talked to dad and been checked out and stuff."

"Yeah" she said as HotRod gave a nervous smile.

"I can't believe it" he said gently. "My baby sister is Carrying."

"Roddy" she said as he enveloped her in his arms. "I can't believe it either, this is just so...surreal."

"Yeah but it'll be okay, dad the others will make sure of it" HotRod said, hugging her tightly. "I wish I could've been with you, even if I'd been made to sit on Skywarp's lap."

Arcee laughed at this as she hugged back, and then released him to start walking along the corridor, her brother's arm around her shoulders. For just a moment she could forget but knew it couldn't last so she said.

"You're not mad that I didn't say anything, Roddy?"

"Well, I'm sorry you didn't tell me but it's cool" HotRod replied. "I know how hard it can be telling someone something that's big, there's been times I kept things till I worked up the nerve."

Arcee smiled as HotRod squeezed her shoulders gently.

"Don't worry" he said. "From now on, I'll be there every step of the way. Though I still think a few Decepticons could do with a few good knocks."

Arcee giggled as they entered the Rec Room and HotRod lead her to a table. As her brother looked at her curiously, she said.

"I don't think you need to worry about that" she explained. "Weren't you there at the earthquake sight, Ratchet threatened to neuter poor Skywarp."

That statement caused her brother to grin very evilly as she continued.

"Dad's gone to give Megatron a good talking to, how do you think Megatron will take the idea of Optimus being a grandfather?"

"I think he'll blow a circuit" HotRod laughed before his face turned serious.

"Arcee" he asked gently. "Will you tell me what happened or is it too uncomfortable?"

After assuring him the subject wasn't that unpleasant, Arcee told him everything that happened to her while she was a captive. By the end of it, HotRod looked slightly grim.

"Optimus's right, it was stupid of them to just carry you off like that, even if they were desperate. I mean, you're the one who's got responsibility now, the least they could've is asked you."

Arcee sighed heavily.

"That's what dad said, but there's nothing we can do about it now. I'm a Carrier and it's something I've just got to cope with."

"Yeah but still I don't want Megatron doing anything like that ever again" HotRod said firmly as he considered the problem. Glancing at his sister, a truly sinister smile spread across his face. Recognising the ominous signs of her brother with a plan, Arcee calmly asked.

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

"Just going to show a certain grey Mech the consequences of messing with this family" he replied grabbing a cup of Energon then pulling Arcee to her feet to run out of the Rec Room to put his evil plan into action.

The Nemesis.

Megatron sighed as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his head. Today had been a somewhat stressful one, first that foolish Femme had nearly gotten herself killed, then that cranky Autobot Medic had given him a scolding, (well, at least Prime had been included in that too), he'd had to deal with hysterical Seekers and then with Prime.

Megatron scowled, damn Prime and his logic, they'd had a pretty heated argument about the situation which ended with the both of them feeling hard done by. The crowning moment of the day of course had been when that incoercible red and blue truck had had the nerve to be happy. All that ridculous nonsense about being a grandfather, only a great, soft, soppy, human-loving, dim-witted fool of an Autobot come up with such sappy optimism.

Megatron shuddered, Prime knew he couldn't stand that sort of thing. Maybe a drink of High-Grade would help him forget this day even took place. But then Computer buzzed with an incoming communication and frowning he answered.

Which turned out to be a very big mistake.

"Megatron" a very pissed off looking pink Femme said coldly. "What's this I hear about you having my daughter made pregnant, against her wishes?"

The poor tyrant really did want to bang his head against the table and scream with vexation. Were those damn Autobots not going to leave him alone? How come no one was blaming those accursed Seekers, it was them who had Sparked, not him. And now he had to deal with an angry Elita One who looked like she wanted to castrate him. When this was over, he really was going to need that High-Grade.

Author's note. Poor Megatron, when in doubt blame him for everything, why don't we say global-warming is his fault next. Next time will be about Arcee meeting the Seekers and probably her telling her mother about her pregnancy. Again, I really need some plot fillers, anything will do. Wacky Seeker fun, brooding Optimus, annoyed Megatron, anything.

Till next time.