Chapter 9 WHOOOO!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: none that I can think of.
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Chapter 9
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Optimus hummed softly, as he lied there on his berth, holding a data pad for first time fathers. Ratchet had given it to him, in order to prepare for the sparkling.
That is, if Megatron actually KEPT the sparkling. He hoped the silver seeker would, and it just might end the war between their factions.
He had gotten into a little snit with Arcee over it earlier. He understood her contempt, but he would not stand for her comments towards his sparkling being half and half. And after that, she had simply silently fumed.
Bulkhead, surprisingly was taking it better than expected, considering Breakdown was there.
They had a long history that even Optimus didn't know about.
He noticed Soundwave seemed a bit attached to Bumblebee. He would sometimes see the spy sitting beside the yellow and black mech, and study him carefully, despite his face mask.
Megatron was still purging at the most unexpected time, and he was not allowing anyone to visit him in the med. bay at all, except Ratchet, Breakdown and Knock Out.
Ratchet had informed Optimus that the sparkling would be born around the month of December.
Prime smiled to himself. A sparkling. His very own little sparkling to love, cherish and adore. And to make it better, it was being carried by someone he cares for deeply.
Then, Optimus sighed, and his smile disappeared. Considering the circumstances of this thought, Optimus felt a little guilty. This was Megatron's first carrying term, his first time carrying a sparkling, and he was acting like it was the most normal thing in the world.
How was Megatron feeling? Was he mad? Happy? Sad?
He sighed heavily. Ever since Megatron had come to spend his carrying term in the Autobot bay, he had practically banned Optimus from it. He respected the seeker's request, but he felt a little hurt that he couldn't be there to watch the sparkling developing in Megatron's gestation chamber.
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Megatron consumed the energon formula, humming softly, as he kept caressing his abdomen.
He's been doing it a lot since he conceived, like he could feel the little one that was growing inside him. His curves were starting to disappear, as his abdomen started to become swollen. He's done nothing for the past two months but stay in the med. bay, and drink formula and let the medics look after him. He was getting an ultra sound soon of the sparkling, to see how it was developing.
Breakdown was currently asleep in a chair beside the silver seeker, snoring gently.
Since he had come here, Megatron was surprised to see how well his Decepticons got along with the other Autobots. And a few of the humans. A few days ago, he had seen Miss Darby and Knockout having a conversation about medical information. Knockout explained how it worked on Cybertron, and June told Knockout about the things on Earth.
And a few hours ago Breakdown had been listening to a mixed CD from the younger female human, Miko of human rock music.
But he hadn't really seen any of the other human children around. Ratchet had banned them form the med. bay so Megatron could have a peaceful carrying term.
Suddenly, the doors to the med. bay slid open. Megatron looked up and blinked in surprise, when he looked down and saw two of the male humans. Younglings, to be exact.
Tilting his helm, Megatron made a questioning chirp.
"Uh….hey…."
Megatron quirked an optics ridge.
"Um, listen, have you seen Bulkhead, or Arcee around?" the elder youngling asked, a little skittishly.
Megatron shook his head, "No I have not little ones. I believe they went on patrol this afternoon. I…..overheard them talking."
There was a moment of silence. Megatron tilted his helm.
"Is there something you need little ones? Ratchet is out with Miss Darby to get some supplies, and Breakdown is currently asleep, and I'm not sure where Optimus and Bumblebee are," Megatron said softly.
The older youngling started, "Uh….well….."
"We were hoping to see if Ratchet had any information on carrying terms," Raf blurted.
Megatron blinked in surprise. Then, he smirked.
"Come here, little ones. I shall tell you about this," he said, turning so his feet were dangling off the side of the berth. He placed his hand down for them to climb on.
"What about Breakdown?"
"He's slept through the bombing of Iacon, younglings, I think we'll be all right."
They were hesitant for a minute. Could they trust the Decepticons leader? When they looked at him, he looked sincere, and Megatron smiled, as they climbed onto his palm.
They were so small, that they reminded him of sparklings. He settled them on his on his chest, so they would be comfortable. Despite his down-grade, Megatron was still quite a large mech.
"Now, where would you two like to start, before the Hatchet returns?" Megatron smirked.
"The Hatchet?"
"That's what me and Prime called Ratchet, because sometimes his patients came out with a few dents after they went to see him," Megatron said, "But despite his attitude, and temper, he is a very sweet and caring mech under all that tough plating."
The younger one tilted his head, "You sound like you knew him very well."
"I do Younglings. We have….a LONG history together. But let's not get into that, I have some questions to answer. Where would you like to begin?" Megatron said gently.
It's been a while since he had explained the Cybertronian carrying methods to younger mechs and femmes, but after so long, he still remembered all the facts and details.
And, despite his disdain towards the human race, he found these humans….cute. They seemed a bit shy about a few things at first, but as they got into it, he saw a certain glow in them he hadn't seen for years since the war started. Sparklings and younglings were so scarce, that he had almost forgotten their innocent curiosity.
When the humans asked if they could touch his abdomen to feel the sparkling, he gently lifted them up and laid them down on it.
"It's pedes have started to develop slightly by now. You should be able to feel it kick a little," Megatron explained.
The younger of the two, Raf as he had been told, yelped when he felt something nudge his belly.
"I felt it!" he squealed excitedly.
Megatron laughed a little, "Yes, I thought you would enjoy that. Sparklings, no matter what Pits the hormones bring you, always are worth these little moments."
The children stayed there for a few more minutes laughing and smiling at feeling the Cybertronian life beneath them.
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When Jack came home that night, he felt a strange content feeling within him.
After spending the afternoon with Megatron, he felt like he and Raf had witnessed a different side of this supposedly bad mech. He didn't tell Arcee about, because he felt that she would be angry with him and not allow him to experience that again.
It had been strangely wonderful.
When he had lied down on the pregnant mech's belly and chest, he had felt so warm, like a cat lying in the sun. And feeling the sparkling kick was….out of this world.
And he and Raf had learned a lot about how the pregnant mechs and femmes handled their carrying terms. Many went through mood swings, hormones, cravings, cramps and other things that humans went through during pregnancies. Even cesarean cuts were used, and transformers could have Miscarriages or still born's.
It was strange how similar their races were.
Jack went to bed thinking about his experience with Megatron. The silver seeker was kind to him and Raf, like a mother was to their children. And he kept calling them little ones and younglings in an affectionate tone through most of the experience. But he could also detect a small hint of sadness in the seeker's tone. At one point the mech had reached up and touched his scars in a sad way, like he was longing for something he had lost. What had the silver mech lost to make him act like that? Whatever it was Raf and Jack didn't push it.
It was strange experience and yet….he had like it. It made him feel….safe.
Jack sighed and went into a peaceful slumber.
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