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Sunstreaker hovered in the doorway, his blue optic peeking around the edge of it, studying the form of First Aid who was leaning against the high rail of the Observation Deck, rumours had been flying. Very interesting rumours about the 'reproduction' talk that First Aid had given, the fact that said Medic was now… the life of the base was making things even stranger. The usually reserved little Medic was chatting to everyone, bright lively.
Something was going on.
Everyone had noticed, they just hadn't said anything. Not with Ratchet following like a bleeding shadow wherever First Aid went. Overprotective and over-geared… No one wanted to get near Ratchet if they had even remotely ticked off First Aid. Pranking either would mean Sunstreaker and Sideswipe would be cut into tiny little pieces and atomised within the blink of an eye by either one of the pair. He did not want to spend time in the brig with that paintwork again…
Something was going on and Sunstreaker really, really wanted to know what it was.
He had to figure out someway of finding out. But what was left to him? The direct approach? Sunstreaker didn't do subtle well.
Actually he didn't do subtle at all.
Slowly he was approaching the little Medic, being careful to be quiet.
"I can hear you, Sunstreaker." The Medic spoke aloud, his gaze remaining directed towards the distant city, his shoulders slumped slightly, clearly agitated over something but not about to give that information up. It was rare to see First Aid without Ratchet. Maybe that was the problem?
"So what is it?"
That visored head turned towards him, head cocking slightly in question, clearly trying to work out what to make of Sunstreaker. "What is what?"
"Why are you so darned happy all the time? I mean… I get you with Ratchet, right? I get you being 'cheerful' about being with him even more or whatever. But seriously, you glow." A hand gesturing towards the Medic and attempting to indicate the certain 'happiness' factor that remained in place even when First Aid was slightly grumpy after having to deal with the other set of twins on base.
"Glow?" Glancing down at his hands, he was assured that he didn't seem to be 'lighting up' in any other fashion then his armour seemed to glint in the warm sunlight. But a quick scan of the Internet, gave him a sudden understanding about his 'glowing'. "I have good reason to glow."
"What is it?" Sunstreaker questioned again, rocking back on his Stabilisers, lips pressing together firmly, clearly not liking that First Aid knew something important… and wasn't telling.
"Have you ever imagined a miniature Ratchet?"
Sunstreaker shuddered at the thought, optics flickering wildly in distress at even the suggestion of Ratchet having anything to do with a Sparkling. "Never going to happen."
"Have you ever imagined two miniature Ratchets?"
Two little terrors? Both wielding wrenches and coming after him with their creator? The sheer horror of that was incalculable. Twin Ratchets?
His processors glitched rather badly.
Twins?
"Imagine two little miniature Ratchets with my inventiveness."
No… no no no no… that was…
"Imagine if they were real." A hand was lightly stroking over the warm chassis before him, a smile touching First Aid's lips as he tipped his head up to give Sunstreaker a warm 'look'. "Imagine if they existed right now…"
"YOU AND RATCHET ARE HAVING TWINS?!"
"Yes."
Sunstreaker stared for a moment, optic ridge twitching helplessly before he froze in realisation, First Aid was carrying. The horror was real. The new pair of Twins was real… Sunstreaker and he were so dead…
First Aid chuckled happily to himself as he stepped over the collapsed frame of Sunstreaker, only giving the Mech a slight glance. "I didn't think you would take it this well." And soon he was off towards Medbay, leaving an offlined Sunstreaker in his wake.
First Aid was humming quietly to himself, attempting to fill the void that echoed within his own processors, Ratchet was off with Mikaela Banes, the human girl who had come in with several questions for Ratchet. The lime green Medic had been 'told' to take Mikaela to somewhere in the city and give the girl a chance to get to know more members of the Autobot team a little more closely. The girl had taken a liking to Ratchet and especially the hologram that flickered in to life to greet her… the flicker of attraction in the girl's eyes as she looked his Bondmate up and down rubbed him the wrong way.
With a cheerful smile he had convinced his Bondmate that it was a good chance for Ratchet to get some air, they had both been cooped up a little on base, First Aid not minding, but Ratchet needed to stretch his frame and enjoy himself out on the roads. The chance to talk to the human seemed to please Ratchet… First Aid had clamped down on his emotions, shielding them as best he could through the Bond.
He was jealous.
Jealous of the human girl… who sometimes held Ratchet's fascination when he got a chance to ask some interesting questions about human physiology or psychology.
First Aid wasn't meant to get jealous. He was overly compassionate… he was meant to like everyone… but he didn't like the girl. Didn't like…
Suddenly the door hissed open behind him, the Medic blinking slightly as he turned around, a bright smile plastered across his mouthplates, optics narrowing behind his visor as he regarded the human that stood there in the doorway. Not detecting any injury or physical abnormality as he ran a pulmonary scan, he was trying to be friendly and cheer up out of his 'rut', trying to remind himself of Sunstreaker's reaction to the news.
"How can I help you, Liaison Dobson?"
No one liked Liaisons… Especially not this one…
"The development division has a new request for you."
Request? They had made requests before about some files on Transformer physiology, at least they were only provided with the basics and a few 'demonstrations' of certain parts and functions during basic repairs. But the humans had accepted the condition that the Autobots would provide them with information they deemed safe and not harmful in the future. A Mech or two had allowed some of the Scientists to run a few exercises or 'tests' when both parties had been interested.
"In the interest of science and with the permission of Director Theodore Galloway, the US governmentinsists that you supply us with access to 'Sparklings', considering the nature of your race, it should be no difficulty to provide us with a Specimen for…"
"Specimen?" First Aid was jerking back slightly, unable to believe that the man had just referred to Sparklings as something… "You understand what Sparklings are?" Maybe he was misunderstanding the human? That had to be it…
"They are 'undeveloped' robots, the basic form of things like you. What possible excuse can you come up with to denying us access? Denying our request to obtain one of these Sparklings for study… It has been reported there are two. What harm…"
"What harm? What harm!" First Aid was pressing a hand protectively over his chassis, stepping back almost fearfully. None would ever suggest that he… that they would even suggest 'taking' a Sparkling… Optimus would never allow it. There had to be some mistake. "You would take a Sparkling from its creators for experiments? You would…" How could any…
"You are a machine correct? You can simply build another one. There is no need to get emotional over it, I'm certain your Prime or whatever will… agree… It is for the good of humanity that we understand…"
"The good of humanity? What do I care for humanity if they would condone such a thing!"
The Liaison was staring hard at First Aid, clearly unimpressed over the 'little' Mech's behaviour, he knew well that he had approached the right one, the smaller 'stripped' Medic was always far more docile and easier to convince over things. They would get their Sparkling… He didn't understand what the fuss was about, they were machines, they could simply make more. Like machines building more machines… a mechanical process…
"We have a right to one of the Sparklings, you are on our soil at our convenience the least you could do…"
"A right? A right to one of my…?" An arm wrapped tightly about his chassis, protecting the two Sparklings that grew within, this human… wanted to take one of his twins? And the American government condoned this? Condoned this travesty?
"You will release the Sparkling into the care of the science division by the end of the... "
"Get out."
The human stared at the sudden anger that had appeared on the Medic's face, what was the big deal? What did these piles of scrap care for 'little transformers' anyway? "I have Director Galloway's permission to force the issue."
"I said get out! I will not have you come in here and tell me I have to give up one of my Sparklings to the filthy hands some scientist to be an experiment!"
"Not an experiment… a…"
"I don't care what you call it!"
"Just you wait, you'll hear about this." The human stood firm clearly not about to take any 'crap' from the Transformer before him. "I have permission to use force if necessary. Your cooperation is not necessary…"
Galloway had gone to far!
No one could order him to give up his Sparklings. He would… he would protect his Sparklings with his life.
"GET OUT!" He roared, hand scooping up one of the wrenches from the nearby tool tray, flinging it so that it landed with a dangerous clatter against the decking just before the human. "Get out of my Medbay before I don't miss on purpose."
The human took a step backwards, suddenly realising just how much danger he was in. Another step when another tool clattered even closer to him, the human almost lubricating himself with fear as the small Mech was coming towards him a wrench waving dangerously in one hand.
"GET OUT!!!!!!" Aid screamed, charging at the human, angry beyond all reasons that someone would think for a moment he would ever give up one of his offspring to some biological… for any reason. He was furious at everyone, abruptly clamping down around his Bond, effectively ejecting Ratchet from his mind. He was too angry…
The human vanished out the door 'screaming' all the way down the corridor… several Mechs being alerted on the way that he feared for his life… Ironhide and Smokescreen the first to respond to the human's distress, both figuring that Ratchet was on the loose again and needed to be calmed down… It had been quite a while since the last person had run screaming from Medbay, lubricating the floor along the way…
The moment Ironhide stepped into the doorway a wrench was flung with deadly accuracy to clip close to the Mech's audio and slammed into the wall behind him, denting it with a loud hollow ring of metal. Ironhide was staring at the frame of a very pissed off First Aid. He had never seen the little Medic look even more than a little 'angry' when people had insulted Ratchet in front of him. But nothing like the snarling, furious little Mech that stood behind one of the Med berths clutching at his chassis in a attempt to protect something.
"Get out!" Another tool thumped against the wall in warning, Ironhide took a step backwards, something was definitely wrong. "I won't let you take them from me! DO YOU HEAR ME! I WILL NEVER ALLOW THOSE FILTHY HUMANS TO EVER TAKE MY SPARKLINGS FROM ME!"
Ironhide and Smokescreen stared in amazement at the little Medic, both of them caught in the delight of knowing that there were Sparklings… two Sparklings alive and well… here on Earth. The large black Mech had feared with the destruction of the Allspark… it would be impossible for them to reproduce… to have Sparklings of their own…
But this… it was truly wonderful news.
Soon enough the pair of Mechs were being ejected from Medbay in a rain of tools and vicious cursing in Cybertronian, leaving Ironhide to call to call in Rodimus… hoping that the Mech's bodyguard might be able to do something… or even the Prime to calm the furious First Aid.
They too were ejected in quick succession, Streetwise ducking at a hammer flow over his head as the doors closed. He had never seen his brother so angry or hurt before… He had tried to reach through their bond to him but was rejected just as sharply.
Soon enough Optimus was arriving with Ultra Magnus the two Primes staring at each other and ducking slightly as the sound of several more items hitting the closed doors made them wince.
"Liaison Dobson seems to have upset Ratchet…"
Rodimus glanced at the door before stepping clear away from it. "That isn't Ratchet."
"Then… who?" Who would be able to trash medbay like that…
"First Aid." Roddy whispered softly, a hand lightly rubbing over the arm of the Mech beside him, rubbing lightly at the warm armour in an attempt to comfort Streetwise who was distressed over his brother's chaotic emotions.
"You cannot be serious… that cannot…"
The voice was clearer that time, using the most colourful language either Prime had ever heard, some that would even make Ratchet wince.
"He's carrying."
That explained it. Before Prime was suddenly getting a rundown of what had been said to First Aid, the sweetest and most gentle of the Autobots and understood very well why he was so angry. He would be too!
"Have you…"
"Ratchet." Rodimus greeted with a slight hopeful smile, hoping that maybe the lime green Medic would know what to do about First Aid, but…
Ratchet carefully stepped through the doorway, ducking instantly to avoid the flying wrench that was aimed at him, catching sight of his distressed Bondmate, his Spark aching in his chassis to know that someone had so upset his entire frame twisted with anger that someone had said something… He didn't know what it was… But he wanted nothing more than to catching the little Medic up and cast out all that anger and horror…
But first he had to get close enough.
"Aid." He called softly, shifting slightly and not going after the Medic knowing that if he did he might end up on the wrong end of that wrench himself.
"Go away."
Ratchet was startled by the words as he watched First Aid retreat from Medbay and into Ratchet's office, that head down, shoulders twitching with strong emotions. Ones that he could feel seeping through the grip on their Bond, he was attempting to sooth, offering love and gentle reassurances that everything would be all right but the walls stayed up.
"Aid, please… talk to me."
"Go away!"
Aid was angry with him too. First Aid had never been angry with him… and it made his Spark ache horrible at the sudden realisation. He had done foolish… something he didn't quite know that had added to the sudden feelings ranging through his Spark. What had he done?
Mikaela… He knew he shouldn't indulge the human girl so much, but he thought First Aid had encouraged him to interact with others and a sudden flash of understanding of a little part of why there was such anger turned towards him. First Aid had been jealous over him! But something worse had set the Mech off… Something that made his Spark suddenly dim within his chest knowing that whatever words had been said…
"What happened, Love?" He was slowly approaching the beautiful Mech, knowing that he had to make up everything to First Aid right then or…
"They… they want to take my Sparkling… they… they said they would force me to… give it up."
"What!" Ratchet was stunned. Stunned and horrified and suddenly he was just as angry, someone had said that to First Aid? He… Primus! "I would never let anyone take them, I would frag them until there was nothing left…" He would kill whoever had done that… had thought they…
"Go away." Came the soft whisper…
"Aid…"
"Go back to the human girl."
"Aid… please…"
"Leave me alone."
"No."
"Why… why weren't… you here?"
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