Summary Will Ratchet find a cure and will Prowl be saved?

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Problems Solved

Ratchet jumped out of his seat and ran out of the medbay. This was it. This was the cure! Now all they had to do was give it to Optimus. But how? Maybe Ironhide or Jazz would have an idea. He walked into the rec room and saw Sideswipe staring at Red Alert and Inferno, who were making out on one of the couches.

"Sideswipe, they're in love. It's not a show."

Red Alert and Inferno jumped apart.

"Have any of you seen Ironhide?"

"He's down in the shooting range."

"Of course he is. And I'm guessing Jazz is with Bluestreak."

Red Alert nodded his head. Ratchet smiled at the Security Officer and headed for the shooting range.

Ironhide smiled as he hit another target dead centre. His mind wandered back to last night. According to Ratchet, the virus was going to get worse as time passed. A cure had to be made quickly. Ironhide knew Ratchet could do it. But could he do it fast enough?

"Ironhide! I did it."

The older mech jumped in shock.

"Did what?"

"I found a cure. But we have to get it to Optimus, quickly."

"How?"

"I have no idea."

"Hey, what about Jazz? Could he give it to him?"

"He could inject him with it. Ironhide, that's a brillant idea. I have to go tell Jazz."

Prowl sat on the berth, watching Megatron pace in front of him. The Decepticon leader knew he was pregnant.

"I thought you'd be happy about this. It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"We do not even know if it is my child or not. That is not what I wanted."

"Pity. Not like you can do anything about it."

"Actually there is."

Prowl stared, confused at Megatron as he communicated with the Medbay.

"There. All taken care off. Tomorrow, Hook is going to remove that spark from you and I'll implant one of my own and we're all happy."

He walked out the door, leaving a distraught Autobot after him. This was very bad.

Jazz stared at his commander. Optimus stared back.

"I'm sorry Jazz. What did you say?"

"I want to interface with you. I need contact with someone other than my son. Please Optimus."

The old Optimus would have said no straight away and offered to talk to Jazz and help him. But this wasn't the old Optimus. No, the new Optimus had no problem with jumping Jazz., who landed on his back on the floor. He quickly flipped them over, so he was on top.

"Close your optics."

"What?"

"It's that or I blindfold you."

Optimus shuttered his optics and Jazz shivered as he looked down at his leader. Primus, why was he doing this? Right, for Prowl. He was all that mattered. Jazz rested his head on Optimus's shoulders and took the needle of antidote out of his sub-space. He licked and nipped at Optimus's neck cable, while runnings his free hand down his chassis. This had to seem real. Optimus had to be distracted. He took a deep breath and jabbed the needle in Optimus's neck. The bot convulvsed on the ground and Jazz jumped off him. After a minute the mech fell still. Jazz called Ratchet, worried. Did it work?

A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, is Optimus cured and will Prowl lose the sparkling?