::Bond::
Thought
"Speaking"
~Comm link~
Personas

I left Jetfire to rest and recover before quietly slipping out of the med-bay and pacing the walls outside. Hothead was giving me a processorache due his excessive curses and insults, and Random wasn't any better, but I had to stay strong and positive… No matter how badly I wanted to rip the Seekers' helms off!

"… Could jhou shut it for just a nanoklik!?" I snapped; Hothead falling silent and Random's cries becoming unwanted whimpers. "Zhank jhou…"

"Vell, do jhou have a better idea? Nozhing ve can do about ze sparklings' health, now is zhere!?"

"I said shut it!" I demanded again, smiling sheepishly as I got a glance of confusion from a few Autobots while walking down the hall, then slipping into Jetfire's quarters. Did they not know I was a triple-changer or something? "Jhou couldn't be any more annoying!"

"At least I'm using our processor and zhinking of a plan!"

"I… I-I just vanna see Aero and Sky…"

I uneasily ex-vented, rubbing the sides of my helm as though to calm my personas. Maybe seeing the sparklings would make me feel better, but Ratchet was still over-looking them to see if they were okay. He wouldn't mind if I took one look, right?

"If I get hit in ze helm vith a wrench…" I warned with a sharp growl, leaving Jetfire's quarters and ducking back to the med-bay; a servo on the door. "Jhou two von't be talking long."

"Vhatever…"

"Can ve see them now?"

Just to make Random happy, I slipped inside, noting Jetfire was still in recharge and where I'd left him. I then let my optics trail over the closed door before me, guessing that's where Aerofire and Skystorm were. That thought was answered when I heard their soft, unhappy cries…

"Vell… Isn't he a horrible medic…?" I inquired to myself, quietly sliding open the door and shutting it again as I entered. The two sparklings were still in their crib; Aerofire's helm facing my direction, crying and uncomfortably kicking the air with his pedes as I walked over. Skystorm lay beside him, whimpering. He was probably trying to figure out what was wrong with his brother…
The tubes attached to their tiny frames got me worried; it all just looked too much for sparklings of their size.

"Hey now… It's okay, sveetspark…" I called softly, rubbing Aerofire's cheek with a digit. His cries became hurt whimpers as he directed his gaze and looked up at me; servos reaching for comfort. "I know… I vant to hold jhou so badly, but I can't…"

… Maybe I could. Ratchet was out and Jetfire was asleep; surely one little hold from his sire wouldn't do anything…
Cautiously, I reached into the crib and put my servos around him; Aerofire squirming slightly as I lifted him out and then cautiously did the same with Skystorm. I then sat back on the low berth beside their crib and held them before me, smiling at their happy giggles and clicks. Both of them truly did look so much like Jetfire, but one could tell my colours suited them all the same.

"Jhou really are somezhing," I admitted softly, laughing lightly as I supported Skystorm in my lap and held Aerofire up to my faceplates; said-sparkling's digits delicately tapping my malfunctioned optic and forehelm. I ignored the horrid look of the tubes still attached to him and focused on the giddiness he was sending to my spark. I don't think I've ever felt so much joy… "My little Aero… My mechling… or, nekoling, from zhe looks of it…"

At a soft beeping, I lifted my helm and glanced in the direction of the tone; a light at the end of the crib flashing red. Curious, I allowed myself to swap personas and soon Random was tapping away at it.

"Ooh, vhat's zhis zhing for?" I abruptly asked aloud, looking back at Aerofire and Skystorm. The sparklings only clicked out another synced giggle and Aerofire tried grabbing my servo. Hesitant, I drew back from him and set him back in the crib, reattaching a tube that had come loose. "No sveetspark… I don't vant anyzhing to happen to jhou…"

Once I'd put him back and he was hooked up, I set Skystorm back down beside him and the red light abruptly stopped flashing, but then they both started crying. I watched them in pity.

"No, no, no; sveetsparks, please; no crying!" I coaxed, peering over the side of the crib. "I'm still here, see? Look, look… Sire's, still here…"

I slowed my vocaliser; Ratchet's words hitting my processor like a pain-staking ache. He said they probably wouldn't make it after what Megatron had done to them, and the thought of it made me panic a little, but I hastily shook it off and ex-vented heavily.

"Jhou don't need to cry, sveetsparks…" I called softly, setting my digit on Aerofire's middle; said sparkling emitting soft sobs as he gripped onto it. "Zhat's it… It's okay…"

Resting my helm on my opposite arm as I draped it over the edge of the crib, I dimmed my optics a little as I watched the sparklings settle and fall into recharge; Aerofire's servo still gripped around my foredigit. They were both so precious and vulnerable at this age, and no matter how badly I wanted to get back at Megatron for hurting them, I'd probably wind up helpless too; after all, I was still in recovery myself from the last few times he'd attacked me…

"… Jhou'll make it…" I whispered unexpectedly; Hothead's words leaving my mouthplates like I hadn't even felt the swap. "Both Jetfire and I know jhou vill…"

It was like my systems were dragging me into recharge, so I gave in and let them; awkwardly setting my visor aside before offlining my optics with the smallest of a smile.


Naww, now dere's some father-son time between Blitzy and de sparklings :3

I've done some bits between Jetfire, Aero and Sky, but that didn't feel as "Awwww!"-moment did it?
Yeah, didn't think so…

Next chapter in Blitzwing's P.O.V again, and… yeah, I won't say anything or I'll spoil it…