Mending Shattered Sparks 10

Topspin and First Aide open a three way com-line with Rodimus. This way Rodimus can hear everything they are saying and add his input as well, but they can keep the conversation silent so Elita can rest. They also attach monitors to Rodimus as well. The last thing they need is a sick Prime on their hands, too!

So far Elita's readings are taking her back to where she was when first admitted yet also improving nicely. Rodimus' condition doesn't seem to change at all physically. Emotionally of course he is concerned, but he's not panicking. This is a very good sign.

Jazz and Magnus bring him his daily reports once they learn he is staying next to Elita for medical reasons. This way he is able to maintain his duties. One of the most touchy of events of the day is that the femmes are to arrive the very next night after Elita has come out of her coma. Plans need to be finalized.

Jazz organizes a plan to have them all settled into their quarters. Hopefully a good long rest and then individual medical check ups the next day will help to delay them from seeing Elita. The check ups will be done in the clinic down the hall and not here in the ICU ward, so that should help as well. Jazz winks to both of the leaders, "Operations specialist at your service."

Rodimus chuckles lightly shaking his head. "Well, just make sure that Topspin gets a little time with one of our new arrivals."

Jazz smirks, "As long as you make sure our VIP patient stays well."

Although they are using very soft voices, they are surprised when a mutter comes from Elita. "Go away, Jazz. Too early." And she has enough energy to roll onto her side pressing her cheek into the warmth of the chest beside her. "Ummm."

Rodimus cups an arm behind her so that she doesn't slump back down. Ultra Magnus cocks a brow and a smirkish grin comes across Jazz's face to say something randy. Even though Rod is quite a bit younger than Jazz, his glare is pretty potent to deliver the silent message. So Jazz just raises his hands in silent defeat and leaves the room beaming.

Ultra Magnus is the one who leans over his shoulder and actually says something, "Don't do anything I wouldn't."

Rodimus watches the newly bonded mech stride out of the room with a rather spry step to his gait. It leaves the young Prime wondering if Magnus is giving a warning or an encouragement. After all, Magnus and Chromia did finally spill the beans about bonding while still back at the femme base.

Like a switch in his head, Rodimus thinks about Chromia. She's become so much healthier now that she has bonded with Magnus. Moonracer even looks brighter just by spending more time with Perceptor and clearly there are romantic feelings there!

Rod looks back down to the femme curled next to him. There's no question about the deep feelings he has for her. This is not youthful crush any longer. He knows that he has come to truly fall in love with her. But, what of her? Is he still just Hot Rod to her?

"You think too much," she mutters.

"I do?" he nuzzles her audio.

"Um hum. I can hear your processor running over time. Shhh, it keeps me awake and I'm so tired." She slides a hand up over his cheek and pats it weakly.

Rod's cheeks warm up to her touch, but his spark is twisting in knots. Does she even know who she is snuggled up against? Worse, does he want to know? He waits a few moments and then finally asks. "Do you know who I am?"

Even though her head feels like lead and it takes a whole lot for her to look up to him she does. "You told me to call you Rod."

That's still not exactly the answer he's looking for, because she could be a bit delusional. "Elita, I'm serious, do you know who I am?"

She closes her optics again and lets off a frustrate sigh. "Rodimus Prime. Worry-wart of the galaxy."

Although he should be upset by the jab, it's a huge relief that she doesn't think he's the incarnation of her mate or any one else. She knows exactly who he is, but does she know where she is?
"One last and then I will let you rest. Do you know where you are?"

"Safe," she sleepily replies and begins to breathe a little heavier. That's all Rodimus needs to know and he too can get some rest. Not just physical rest, but his spark can rest easy, too. Elita is right where she wants to be. With him.

~~0~~

When Skyfire and the other fliers land back in Iacon with all the rest of Elita's Femme division, it's a huge sigh of relief to all. First Aide doesn't have to nudge Topspin too hard to be at the landing field to greet his Sweetspark home.

The Wreckers and Femme's have had a very tight relationship even though they were stationed so far from each other. They were like life lines to each other to remind them they haven't been abandoned by the others nor stranded out alone in the universe.

Some of these Wreckers have a sibling relationship with the femmes and others they have dated. A few, secretly bonded, with only their medics knowing. The trick had been to keep from making sparklings.

Now, it doesn't matter any more. Some of the couples nearly conceived right there on the tarmac! But for Topspin, just scooping that sky blue femme into his arms and swinging her around is all he needs. To feel her in his arms and taste her lips once again brings his spark swelling.

"Get me out of here, Topspin, please," she pleads into his audio letting him know this is not enough for her.

"Alright, love," he keeps her against his body and whisks her upstairs to his private quarters. He coms Rodimus and First Aide on the way informing them that he will be off duty for the rest of the night. Both of them chuckle, but say little else.

For the first time in a very long time, Topspin doesn't have a thought for anyone else on all of Cybertron. All his attention is on getting to know the feel of his sparkmate against him and knowing, he will never have to say good bye again.

They push the limits as to how long two sparks can stay merged. They fall asleep still physically connected and she awakens a few hours later to her mate kissing and tasting her skin again. It's perfect. There may not be much actually sleep, but there sure is vast amounts of rest and relaxation.

~0~

First Aide is not jealous though of Topspin taking the night off. For the femme he has been interested in (but not gotten a chance to actually court) hears about him holding the med-bay down while Topspin gets a much needed break. She figures this is her perfect opportunity to get some alone time with First Aide. So far they have only talked in group settings, but now she can talk to him more privately. No intimate physical stuff, just getting to know each other better.

First Aide is startled out of the movie he is watching in the office by the chime at the triage door. This night of all nights, he is not expecting any patients. Most everyone is going to be in their berths (either alone or with a companion). "Coming!" he calls and punches the pause on the movie.

In the triage room, a mixture of emotions flits over his face. Concern at first for a patient, delight at seeing Vial, fear something might be wrong with her, and then joy at seeing her smile with a tray of goodies. He sighs audibly and beams a smile back at her.

Vial steps up to him, "I heard you were holding down the bay and figured you could use a little snack and maybe some company seeing how things might be boring tonight."

First Aide takes the tray from her and laughs lightly with his cheeks burning, "I'm so glad you did. I only have the one patient and she's doing just fine right now. It would be great if someone got me caught up on what's going on."

Vial slips her arm through his elbow with a blush of her own. "I can do that. Can I see Elita first, though?"

First Aide nods. It's only one visitor and Vial is not likely to make a ruckus. After all, it does seem she's more interesting in seeing him than buying her way in to see Elita.

He leads the way, setting the tray down in his office on the way. Vial doesn't go into Elita's room when she sees Rodimus also asleep at her side. She knows it's not easy for a Prime to get a decent night's sleep either. Instead, Vial just gazes through the glass at the pair. First Aide puts a comforting arm around her shoulder and she leans into his support.

"Is she really okay, First Aide?"

"Yeah she is. We are still trying to determine if it's the Matrix or another spark near hers that his helping. For now both of them are resting well and she's improving."

Vial slips and arm around his waist, "They look so perfect like that. They would make a good pair."

First Aide feels his spark skip a beat and looks down to her. This is one of the reasons he feels so drawn to her. She's so wonderful and compassionate.

Vial can feel the warmth of his gaze and looks up to him. As soon as she sees that loving look in his optics, her cheeks burn deep. Yep, they have a connection, too.

"That they would," he whispers. With a squeeze to her shoulder, he leads her back to the office where they snuggle down on the couch and continue to watch his movie.

~0~

When Topspin finally arrives back at the med bay, he bumps into First Aide backing out of the office on tip toes. Both of them gasp, but manage not to make any other sounds and head into the triage room to converse.

"Had a guest up here last night?" Topspin smirks.

First Aide scowls, "Snacks, movie, and catching up. Nothing more. She conked out, so left her tucked in there. And I would appreciate it if no other rumors are spread. She is a respectable femme!"

Topspin's brows shoot up at his partner's defense. He knew First Aide was interested in someone, but now it's clear he in LOVE with someone. Being there himself, he knows good and well not to tease when the spark has it's sights set. "Of course not, First Aide. Thank you for staying over past your shift. If you want to go, it's alright."

First Aide yawns but thumbs towards an empty ICU room. "I might just help myself over there. It won't be long until it's time for the check ups and I know you could use the help. Did you get any rest?"

Topspin chuckles and pats the white shoulder guard, "Yeah, I did. Right where it counts," he pats his other hand over his spark.

The white mech beams for his friend. "Good."

~0~

Check ups go well. A few are a bit low on certain minerals that were very hard to get out there on the secluded base and a few they automatically hand the fortified Energon when they state they are trying for a sparkling. Both First Aide and Topspin know they better get birthing facilities set up ASAP and study up on their sparkling care! Looks like they will be quite busy in a mater of lunar cycles.

After the check ups are done, and Jazz and Magnus have assigned new duties here in Iacon, it's time to tell the femmes about Elita's condition.

There's no way all of them can go into her room, it's just not big enough. So the officers bring the femmes into a meeting hall. From there, they do a live feed from Elita's room so they can see for their selves she is resting. The camera is carefully positioned as not to show Rodimus at her side. Then Topspin lets them know she is improving, but not out of danger just yet.
It's when they start asking about Rodimus Prime, that Jazz and Ultra Magnus have to get a bit elusive as to him being on an extended mission. They don't want rumors or unneeded worry going through Iacon about Lady Elita or the well being of the new Prime.

~0~
Quietly, Chromia, Moonracer, Firestar and select others come in to check on both Rodimus and Elita over the weeks. Slowly, Elita is able to handle Rodimus putting his chest plate back on and moving off the berth into a chair beside her. She becomes more and more alert as each day goes by. Each day they talk more and more. Laugh, play a few games together to pass the time, slow walks out on the medbay terrace, and even have a few frustrated disagreements. Some are so harsh it causes him leave the room only to return a short time later for them to resolve the problem.

In other words, they date and court. The process of courting and dating is to know each other outside the bounds of social protocol, work environment, or other forced situations. These are the times they can talk about their thoughts, their dreams, their worries, their frustrations….

Elita knows she's in love again. She knows Rodimus is. It's that look in his optics when he doesn't think she sees him looking at her. It's the way he holds her hand and soothes the finger tips in a way Optimus never did. It's the way he tucks her hand under his chin when he falls asleep.

Then the day comes:

"Rod, I'm feeling a lot better. I don't want you to be caged in here with me forever. You have duties and there are femmes-" she tries to nudge him.

The thought of any other femmes has him cutting her off to finally admit out loud, "No Elita, there are no other femmes for me."

"Rod?" With his hand that is holding hers, she lifts his chin to face her. "Thank goodness."

His optics go wide. She feels it too! He moves their hands from his chin to hers and brings her closer. It's a very light kiss. A first trembling kiss with a huge sigh of relief. With that kiss they both KNOW it. Their feelings are true and real.

Rodimus grazes a thumb over her cheek and beams. "Hi."

Elita giggles and leans forward to wrap an arm around his waist and snuggle into his warm frame. "Hi."

With a hand cupping her helm to his chest, and the other still holding her hand to his spark, they just breathe together.

When they don't return from the terrace in a reasonable amount of time and yet both of their monitors are reading completely calm, Topspin and First Aide go looking for the pair. What they find is Rodimus cuddling Elita in his lap. Not like he had held her before as a guardian, but in a more romantic way now. There's something about the way she plays with the flames over his chest, and he fiddles with the lines to her shoulder guards as they talk quietly that lets it be known their relationship is no longer plutonic.

Topspin clears his throat expecting them to jump apart. Instead, Elita leans against Rod and slips her hand down to his belly. "Can I leave the med bay yet?"

The CMO gives a cheeky grin, "Oh and where would you like to go?"

Rodimus' cheeks might flare up but Elita just laughs, "Oh really? Like you didn't see this coming?"

Topspin steps closer and begins removing the monitors from Rodimus. "No, I didn't for sure, but I am pleased to see it. Your spark might not be one hundred percent, but I have a feeling, it might be very soon. Just give it a little time before you try for a sparkling."
Flushing, Elita is disappointed when the medic doesn't remove all the monitor wires from her like he did with Rodimus. "What gives?"

Topspin turns to Rodimus though, "Get her out of here. I don't care where you take her, but until her spark is at a hundred percent, I want to keep an optic on it. I will of course not reveal anything and won't bust your door down just because of an increased sparkrate. Only if it goes into the red line."

Rodimus swallows down a tight lump in his throat. "Is-is it safe to merge?"

Topspin crouches down a beside the nervous mech and the femme who already knows what a spark merging can do to the body's systems. He weaves their fingers together and holds it between his two. "Chromia and Magnus are doing just fine. In fact, she has a little sparkling growing in her chamber and you know how sick she was. Perceptor and Moonracer finally took the plunge. They aren't expecting yet, but she is doing fabulous. Something about the dating process helped prepare her weak spark for the merge. Chromia and Magnus are just two tough warriors who just- well defy things."

Rodimus flits his optics between Elita and the medic before asking, "You mean… you think we're ready?"

First Aide can only chuckle as he answers, "Rodimus, I think the proximity of a reaching spark helped soothe a damaged and worried one. And then, time and nature has taken it's course. Don't leave her poor spark lingering any longer or we could lose her again."

Rodimus' optics go wide again with fear! To think that leaving her spark reaching and begging for too long could make it break down again is too much! He clutches her to his chest and mutters sweet things into her audio.

Elita is caught up in the love of this mech. "Rod," his name is huskily whispered, "please…"

With passion provoking him, Rodimus is on his pedes taking his love up with him. First Aide dashes ahead of them clearing a path from the medbay to the Prime's quarters. Sure a few heads turn and a few questions are raised, but none of them stop.

With the door closing behind the couple, First Aide seals it with a quarantine lock from the outside. This will keep even Jazz out and limit communications to only the most vital of messages.

While First Aide is escorting, Topspin is comm-ing Chromia and Ultra Magnus with the news that Elita and Rodimus are soon to be sparkmates. Chromia of course is elated for her friend who is not only in love, but going to be healthy and happy again like herself. Ultra Magnus beams in his own delight. Now he and Rodimus will really have something in common: mated mechs! Hopefully parents as well! He knows this will also get Rodimus back to work again which is something Cybertron really needs. With Elita at his side, Magnus knows Rodimus is going to be a wonderful Prime.

Hand in hand, Chromia and Ultra Magnus make their way to the planning room where the others are waiting for Rodimus' daily meeting. It's going to take all they have to keep this secret, but know they must! Just outside the door, Magnus pulls his mate up against his strong frame with a proud smile. "I know how we can keep the focus off of Elita and Rod if you're ready."

Chromia loves it when Magnus gets this away: unconcerned to show his affection for her in public. She loops her arms around his neck bowing it down so she can peck at his lips. "I would love to announce that the beloved Ultra Magnus is going to have a little sparkling riding his shoulders soon."

His optics twinkle and breaks into a wider smile (if possible). "I am very much looking forward to that. You are going to be a wonderful mother."

She pecks him once more, "I am a very lucky femme."

Jazz opens the door to look for Chromia and Magnus only to be quite surprised to find them right there like this! Like the parting of a theatre curtain, Magnus and Chromia's intimate kiss is now center stage. Jazz's gasp breaks the moment.

"Something you would like to share with the class, General?" The Specialist finds teasing words to add to the moment.

Magnus cuddles Chromia tenderly to his side with both arms as he brings them both into the room. "Actually, we do."

Chromia wraps her arms around his thick waist and buries her cheek into his chest. She hasn't felt this shy in public for a long time. But Magnus is holding her in public like the treasure he truly feels their love is.

Ever so warmly he lift her chin so everyone can see how in love he is. "My wonderful sparkmate and I are expecting a sparkling."

Tears of joy slip down Chromia's cheek as the room cheers for them. Everyone knows that just like this couple, Cybertron is ready for a second chance and a rebirth. What better symbol than what stands right before them: A guardian of the eons along with a widowed warrior to make a new life together with peace and a new future.

~0~

While the others are cheering Magnus and Chromia's news, Rodimus is bringing Elita into her new home. Their home.

He takes her directly to his seldom used berth and ever so carefully lays her out before stretching himself at her side. He doesn't want to rush this, no matter what his hammering spark is saying.

Elita reaches out and strokes the tip of the spoiler making him shiver. With a warm hand, he cups and strokes one of her horns. A light moan escapes.

As the caresses continue, it is Elita who removes his chest piece. On top of that, she removes the Matrix dropping it carefully to the floor. Rod takes a huge sigh of relief. This is her way of saying she wants to be with Rod, not the Prime. Likewise, Rod removes her chest piece bearing Optimus' Autobot shield that they had exchanged on their bonding night. He taps it and looks deep into her optics, "I want you to keep this. I know it's tradition to exchange, but I don't want to wear his, I want you to. It's your shield and I never want to you to stop loving him."

Elita shoves the chest piece out of his hand sending it crashing to the floor and pushes him to his back. She doesn't kiss his lips, she goes right for his spark sending him arching and whining in need.

"Oh Primus, Elita!"

Yes the younger mech had done some foreplay but never completed the act of interfacing. Certainly he has never let anyone play with his spark, and the experienced femme licking, nibbling at his chamber doors is going to make him embarrass himself. "Uh, umm, Elita!" Now he is whining in concerned of an early overload.

"Let go, Rod. Primus it's been so long, I'm almost there myself!" She too is whining and curling her pelvis against his.

Rod's spark chamber doors snap back flooding her face with his pure essence. He tries to dip his helm down so he can look at her, but his back is arched so far off the berth he can't, leaving him groaning.
"Rod," she huskily whispers his name and then he FEELS her. Not just her body sliding further up his, but her spark bleeding into his.

Rod can feel and see how she was smitten by him back at her base when he came to bring her to Iacon. He can see how she admired the way he chased after her femmes in his younger days but was honorable not to be too reckless with their sparks. Out for fun, not to break a spark or toy with anyone's feelings. On top of that, she saw his potential all along and is pleased to see she wasn't wrong.

If a spark could blush it would right now. Instead, Rod just pulses back how much he has always admired Elita. His younger self was envious that she was already spoken for. He tries to hold back one more thing, but can't because Elita is too good at knowing when someone is hiding something. Most certainly when a sparkmate is trying to hold back as not to concern her. Elita makes it be known, she won't let him hurt alone and needs him to be completely open and honest with her.

With a reluctant sigh, Rod gives up trying to keep up the barrier. The intensity of his anger with Optimus for leaving her behind makes her gasp. How could her mate leave her all those vorns to wonder and worry for him? It's the cruelest thing Optimus has ever done and makes Rod so mad at his hero. To Megatron, Optimus gave more kindness to than to his own sparkmate.

"Shh, Rod, it's okay." Elita actually says it out loud, but it doesn't calm him just yet.

He had always been torn between the hero Prime-Optimus stood as and yet so angry at how mated-Optimus could treat the very love and sacredness of bondhood. It was like he made a choice and it was the wrong one. He sacrificed Elita's spark to save Cybertron.

Elita sees that not only is Rod upset at what Optimus did, but he's afraid he might have -and will!- make the same decision. This is one reason that once he took on the mantel of Prime, he planned to never bond and put a mate at risk. And then he did the unholy and feel in love with her.

"Oh Rod…," she sags down.

Rod knows it's too late, their sparks are fused together. Their sparks are forever bound together until death. Shameful of his rash and emotional move that now puts her in danger, he turns his head away only to see the Matrix laying on the floor gleaming back at him. Is he like Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet, or can there be another way?

Elita feels Rodimus pulling his spark back from hers and as his hands push on her shoulders pushing her away and she knows she has to do something fast before he breaks the connection.

With the half the strength she has regained in recovery and some of Rodimus' energy from the merge, she uses all her warrior skills to her advantage.

Rodimus gasps feeling his spoiler gripped tightly and shoved back to the berth. Elita pinches his ribs with her knees and her calves to his hips. Then she locks the top of her pedes over his thighs.
"You listen to me, my Sparkmate!" She growls with narrowed optics and slams her chest to his.

Lastly she shoves her spark deep and hard into his. Like a shot, her spark punches right to the back of his spark chamber and bites in as hard as her teeth sink into his neck.

Rodimus is left crying out in spark-overload.