Author's Note: XD CLANG!!!!!!!!! I love this chapter. XD makes me laugh. welllllllll poor Magnus. hehehehe... maybe! I suggest reading Phoenix13's Baby Blunder. XD SOOOOOO amusing! Though never allow Ironhide to name his Sparklings.... he already named his only Femme Canon...

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"I do not usually pry into the personal matters of my subordinates unless it interferes with the safety and security of the Autobots and the human public." Blue optics were gazing squarely at Omega Supreme, or at least the head component of said Mech, who was seated on the other side of the desk from him, many had noted the developing relationship between the Autobot's Field Commander and the Cybertronian Guardian with a smile and a warm happiness. None had considered the implications until the last battle.

Omega was associated with the Autobots, the Guardian had willingly come and sideded with them, ordering him to do anything was not something anyone did without reason. Optimus had ordered Omega to go after Megatron, but the giant had ignored him, going after those who had dared to pursue Ultra Magnus.... Omega had protected Magnus, before finally going after the Decepticon Leader. In the Guardian's optics, Magnus came first.

That was a liability. They needed to be able to depend on Omega... the Giant was the largest of their kind....

"Either you reconsider your actions... or I will be forced to talk to Magnus about this. I would rather it remain between us..."

The grey and orange Autobot was sitting bolt upright in the chair, feet swinging slightly as they did not quite reach the floor. Omega looked... pale. Almost drawn.... Upset tanks and several bouts of weakness had caught him after the battle, he hadn't seen Magnus since, he was still concerned over the half repaired hearing of the Field Commander, his audios still not having completed their recovery.

"I protect." Omega said steadily, jaw clenched and knowing that if Optimus talked to Magnus... it could mean the end to their relationship, it could mean the end to everything. But the desire to protect the one thing that had come into his existence... the one thing that made his existence worth it... The Autobots could go to the Pit, Magnus would be protected. His Spark flickered at that thought, the emotions stronger than he expected, his optics dimming... How could he... think it? He was loyal to the Autobots... but... but... Magnus....

"I know that Omega, but I need to know I can rely on you when I do..."

"You do not understand, Sparkling." Omega suddenlz rumbled, those green optics lifting to regard the Prime with a look, one that spoke of the true age of the old Guardian. He had been there since the beginning, he had developed his own Spark from nothingness, had suffered at the hands of the Cybertronians when they had shut down the others of his kind, they had been a threat.

Prime was surprised at the tone he was being regarded with. "Omega Supreme."

"I was created to protect. Protect Cybertron, Protect Crystal City, Protect Iacon, Protect Autobots. Protect Ultra Magnus." It was his purpose, his Spark knew nothing more than the joy of that love he had been given and the joy of protect the one that mattered most to him.

"I understand..."

"You do not, Optimus Prime. I am not like you." Optics narrowed, clearly not knowing what to make of this meeting between them. Would they attempt to shut him down if he got out of hand? Would he too suffer the fate of the others? It frightened him. They had a tool that could destroy him if they used it. Another complete shutdown would offline him permanently. "My Spark formed on its own. I remember well what your kind did to me and the other Guardians."

"I don't question your loyalty to the Autobots..."

"You do. You do otherwise I would not be here."

Omega's Spark suddenly jerked sharply within his chassis, green optics going wide the moment he sensed...

The door suddenly hissed open and the massive bulk of Ultra Magnus stood there, blue optics flickering from the sight of Omega to Optimus and back again. Before taking one look at the emotions on his lover's face and instantly his expression turned dark, for once Magnus was certain something was extremely off... though Optimus Prime had a right to be concerned... this was.... not the way to approach the situation.

"Omega?" His optics narrowed on Optimus's facial plates after a long moment, "Sir."

Prime said something...

And Magnus stood there... as if he hadn't heard.

Omega sighed softly, knowing that Magnus's hearing was still glitching up a storm, especially after the recent battle... the loud sounds having sent the fragile circuits for a loop. "He can't hear you."

Optimus froze in his seat. "What...?"

Magnus was flickering a glance at Omega, finding the smaller Mech coming to his side, an arm instantly settling about the slender waist, drawing him closer, and felt the soft fingers agaisnt his armour relaying the message of Prime's words. Before a touch of something akin to horror came to the Mech's face when he knew his deficiency had been revealed to his commanding officer.

"In the last major battle, Soundwave fried his audio receptors. The last little skirmish shook them up again..." Green optics pinned Optimus in place, lips trned down into a deep frown. "I've been making sure that he receives the treatment he needs but First Aid agrees with my assessment that all we can do at present is wait until his hearing returns on its own."

"I should have been informed."

"Blow it out your aft, Prime." Omega whispered softly, tired and really wanting to be back in their berth curled up in Magnus's arms.

"Why...?" The black and blue Mech was questioning his smaller lover on exactly why he was in Prime's office...

Omega gave him an answer.

Suddenly, the two big Mechs were arguing... though he couldn't hear what was being said... as they were doing it through internal comms. Both Mechs were bristling...

But Omega's tanks suddenly and rather abruptly rebelled against him. A hand covered his mouth, optics wide and he was tugging himself free of Magnus's warm grip, diving for the waste disposal basket loosing all that he had had before the battle in one painful purge. Green optics closed tightlz against the feeling before shuddering sharply, feeling all the strength leave him in a rush.

Powerful arms were easilz scooping him up, terrified blue optics stared down at him, before he ignored Optimus and was sprinting out the door and instantly heading for Medbay...

"Tell me what's wrong!" Magnus demanded sharply for First Aid, the big Mech was leaning against the edge of the Medical Berth, one hand stroking slow circles over the warm chestplates, desperate to know what was wrong with his lover... he had never seen.... Omega so much as injured... the sight of the purging and half offlined had frightened the Spark out of him.

"This is perfectly normal." The little stripped medic huffed softly, visored optics turning from Magnus to gaze down at Omega almost affectionately, a hand lightly squeezing the little Mech's shoulder, delighted to know that he was not the only one carrying. Though it was a rather large surprise... he had not thought this particular pair would be the next ones to... Spark...

"If you don't... I swear...."

Green optics brightened slighty as he realised where he was, head twisting to gaze at First Aid....

"You.... no..."

"I know well how it feels. These two little delights of mine are just as bad when it comes to upsetting my tanks, its why I am prescribing Medical Grade from now on, and you need a full check up and shots as well."

"We.... we... only did it once!"

First Aid couldn't help a burst of laughter at that, optics lifting to examine the poor Field Commander who clearly hadn't a clue what they were talking about. "Well I have to say he's a potent Creator then. Or... you both were quite receptive to it... I've heard of it..."

The poor little Mech was turning suddenly to Magnus, staring up at the big frame what was hovering worriedly over him.

'Magnus.'

Omega suddenly found himself being kissed, all air being sucked from his chassis as he lifted his head and gave into the contact willingly. His processors going on vacation as that clever glossa was...

'Stop... please... I need to... Magnus...'

That dark helm lifted only when he was satisfied that Omega was indeed in one piece.... that he felt fine again to his Spark. His glossa flickered over his lips softly, unable to help but delight in the taste that lingered there, before his head dipped slightly, studying him. "What... what is it?"

'I'm.... I'm carrying...'

Blue optics blinked once. "O...meg...a...?"

'We... we have a Sparkling.'

And the next thing they saw was Magnus crash to the Medbay floor, optics dimmed and it was clear that Ultra Magnus had just fainted and gone straight into stasis lock with a loud clang...

"He took it well." First Aid mused.

XD SPARKLINGS!!!!!!!!!!! this is Optio Magnus XD so we have Tourniquet and Red Cross, Optio Magnus... all we need is XD Valour Prime!