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Ariannith - Sorry! I've got two other TF fics I'm working on and then after I'm finished with those, I'm finishing up the others I've put on Hiatus! I also have school, but I wish I could update more often.
bee-roxs98 - lol I wonder what Primus would say if he did read them...lol! Especially since A Spark's Desire has him in it.
Little Yellow Camaro Girl14 - Prowl and Jazz aren't together yet. They'll eventually get together, but not until much later. Plus, there won't be a lot of excess relationship when Sidney isn't around 'cause it's in her POV through the story. Lol and yes, little sparkling Bumblebee.
warriorkat21 - ...lol yes. It was Bluestreak. ^_^
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Duvet - I'm happy to hear you say that =) I shall try to put in more cute moments.
SilverIcy - lol! I know right. The mother Prowl thing makes me laugh and yes, Jazz and Prowl are going to get together.
hermonine - lol I think Prowl does pretty good.
Suzumehime - lol No, but nice try. Mirage wouldn't yell for Ratchet...well, I suppose he would if it were an emergency.
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Transformersprincess - I know right! Jazz and Prowl are awesome.
StingraysandLambos - lol! Awesomesauciness? Nice word =3
PixlePrime - lol I know. It's a cute scene.
Snow Kyuubi - No, but nice try. It's Bluestreak. =)
Noella50881 - I'm glad you're looking forward to it!
forestreject - I know right XD
Poiseninja - Haha she's named in this chapter ^_^ Normally I don't approve of Yaoi, but since I think of Cybertronians as both male and female (seperated by a few slight changes - like chance of budding from the spark, spark coloring, and frame) it seems perfectly fine. In this instance, both Jazz and Prowl are both sires (males) so they have a very low percentage of sparking their own sparkling.
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Wicken25 - lol It's not Blurr, it's Bluestreak, but I remember telling you that lol. ^_^
gemava - lol! I also do have a pairing for her for this story, well, the next story because this is only the first half...or, well, i believe the romance part will be pretty long. Or I might just change the category lol and keep the stories together.
Adorkable93 - Ahh, well, that's something that I've always done. I've done it in every single story of mine =3 It makes me feel closer to my readers.
To the one who has no name - Thank you for your kind words!
Chapter Eleven
Family
I could feel Prowl's protectiveness flare to life as he cradled me to his chassis, sending the new mech a fierce glare. The fluid continued to roll down my cheeks as I let out a distressed wail, wincing when my throat cables sparked painfully. I was sure that Prowl could feel my distress through our bond for he did two things. One: his glare hardened and the new mech stiffened nervously. Two: he started to gently rub my back with two of his large fingers.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" the new mech exclaimed. He was still really loud and I didn't like it. My audios were sensitive and I didn't like the loud noises. I let out a smaller squeak, pressing myself against my lalaith's chassis.
"I didn't mean to, I mean, I didn't know, I mean – sorry!" he exclaimed again and I cringed back from his loud voice. Prowl sent comforting emotions to me and I calmed down slightly.
:Be calm, little one. He won't harm you.: Prowl sent to me over our bond. I sniffled and clutched tighter at his chassis as the tactician stood.
"I suggest you stop talking for the moment, Bluestreak." Prowl said in a calm tone, "You are scaring my femme sparkling with the volume of your voice."
The one named Bluestreak stopped talking, but I was still slightly wary of him. He looked nervous as he peered down at me, moving ever so slowly so he wouldn't scare me even further. Was I that rare of a being?
:Scary. Talk loud.: I whimpered and Prowl started to stroke the top of my helm once again. It felt nice and I felt myself relax once again despite the fact that the new mech, Bluestreak, was still hovering over us.
"I, um…wanted to see if Ratchet had fixed her yet. He said nobody was allowed to see her until her vocal processor had been fixed." The new mech, Bluestreak, said slower and quieter. Now that he wasn't talking as loudly as he was before I pushed myself up higher in Prowl's arms. I was curious, and I wanted to see more of this new bot.
"Ratchet has been unable to acquire new wiring for her vocal processor." Prowl said and I slumped a bit against his chassis. I was now wide awake and there was no chance in Hell I was falling asleep with this new mech here. As I said before, I was curious. Prowl glanced down at me and then at the new mech.
"Bluestreak…" he started, a little wary at first. "Would you like to hold her?"
I couldn't help but let out a little chirp and Bluestreak gave out a little nervous laugh.
"Are you sure that's alright?" the blue and silvery-white mech questioned as he leaned forward.
"Why don't you ask her? She can understand us." Bluestreak's face changed from nervous to one of a shocked curiosity. He leaned over me even further and lowered his voice so he wouldn't startle me again.
"Can… Can I hold you?" he questioned, optics dimmed as if waiting for my rejection. As if I was going to reject him. Sure, Bluestreak was scary at first, but he looked like such a sweet guy.
I smiled and looked up at him, reaching my arms out to him and squeezing my hands.
:Boostweak. Hold.: I said before I felt myself mentally twitch. So I couldn't even pronounce his name right? Then why could I pronounce Prowl's name? This is getting annoying. I could feel Prowl's amusement through our bond and, apparently, he had a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong? What did she say?" he questioned, pausing halfway between reaching his giant hands out for me.
"I am unsure whether or not I should relay how she pronounced your name." Prowl said in an amused tone.
"She said my name?" the blue and silvery-white mech questioned with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Over our bond, she did. I am now her Lalaith. Jazz is her Adair. We formed creator bonds with her when her spark reached out toward ours." The tactician explained. He held no embarrassment when he explained that his bond with me was a maternal one instead of a paternal one. Bluestreak's optics flickered between us, but his small and exited smile did not falter. Instead he just asked another question.
"How did she pronounce it?" Bluestreak questioned as he slowly picked me up and cradled me in his large arms.
"Boostweak…" Prowl said with a straight face. I couldn't help but to laugh, but I winced when my throat cables sparked painfully. I whined lightly, not liking the stinging sensation that it always left behind. Bluestreak was very gentle with me and turned to Prowl.
"I know that you've got some things to do. I can keep an optic on her. You've probably already fed her, but since Ratchet can't fix her yet, do you think I could show her to some of the others? I'm sure she'd want to meet them." Bluestreak questioned and I laughed again despite the stinging sensation. He was such a chatterbox.
"I do not believe that it will harm the femme." Prowl said slowly, "Just be careful and bring her back to Ratchet if she gets hungry. She'll most likely find a way to tell you."
Bluestreak made to say something, but Prowl shot him a warning look.
"But… If any harm befalls the sparkling while in your care, Bluestreak, not only will I deal with you… Jazz will have something to say, as well." The white mech threatened. "Trust me. I will know." He gave Bluestreak another warning glare before he finally turned and made his way to the door.
I nodded my head and gave Bluestreak the cutest look I could muster, making my optics larger than normal and biting my little lip. The blue and silvery-white mech let out a little warble and hugged me to his chest. I sent a small wave of affection towards Prowl as he left and received one in turn as he gave me a small smile.
Then it was just me and Bluestreak.
"So, uh…shall we go?" he questioned nervously as he carefully held me pressed against his spark. It was as if he had never held a sparkling before. He glanced left and right at the door, almost as if he were afraid that Ratchet would catch him stealing me away. I giggled at the thought, almost used to the small sting that the spark of my throat cables would leave behind.
I had to commend Bluestreak. He held me protectively to his chassis the entire time. We met many mechs along the way to wherever we were going, but I didn't see as many femmes. I wondered why. I tried to remember each of their names, but there were a lot of them. One of the ones I could remember was Blaster because he was so much fun. He was a large red mech that had a visor like Jazz. Perhaps that was another reason why I liked him so much.
Our destination turned out to be some sort of recreational room. There were a lot of mechs in there. There were a few femmes, but not many. When Bluestreak entered, a few heads turned towards him. It wasn't until he sat down at some sort of table that everyone hushed.
"Is that a femme sparkling?" One of them questioned as Bluestreak gently sat me down on the table. I had practiced this part to perfection. I rolled over with a small squeak and pushed myself up so that I was sitting on my behind. At least I was able to support myself. It was probably because I was no longer hungry and I had more strength and energy to work with.
I looked up at all of them with wide optics, scanning over all of the faces. Most of them looked the same, but there were a few that stood out to me. I recognized the twins – the golden and crimson warriors – and smiled at them. The crimson one chuckled and reached down to rub my helm, drawing a purr from my damaged vocal processors. Almost instantly a lot of the faces broke into a smile, but there were still a few of them scared me.
The golden warrior – Sunstreaker – growled at one of the ones who had made some sort of comment about me. I couldn't hear what it was, but I could hear Sunstreaker's response.
"I suggest you leave, Huffer, or you'll deal with the business end of my blades." The warrior growled, optics literally glowing as he stared down at the offending Autobot. The smaller mech scowled before slowly exiting the room. Sunstreaker didn't relax, though, and he glared at the others. It was almost as if he were daring the others to make some sort of comment about me. It was pretty endearing all things considered.
We stayed in the Recreational Room for several hours before I grew weary. Prowl sent me gentle waves of reassurance and Jazz sent me warm and fuzzy feelings as well. I blinked several times and it was Sunstreaker that noticed that I was getting tired. I couldn't help it. I let out a small yawn and several of the mechs stopped talking to watch me. It was kind of awkward being stared at considering it was just a yawn. I tried to stay awake because their conversations were really interesting, but I was losing the battle pretty quickly. I hardly protested when I felt myself being picked up by Sunstreaker. I only rubbed my optics and blinked before giving him a small smile and a quiet purr.
"The femme looks tired. I'll take her back to the Medical Bay." He gruffly said, "Besides. Your conversation bores me and I need to wax my armor." He said as if justifying his actions. He cradled me to his chest a lot gentler than I thought he was capable, but that just proved that he was a big softie on the inside. We were about to leave, but Sideswipe spoke up with a teasing voice.
"Aww, Sunny, looks like you've got a little sunspot, there." He said, motioning to me. I looked down at myself and back up at Sunstreaker for a few seconds before the joke hit me. I let out a giggle while the mech holding me let out a metallic snort. You know, I liked the name.
"Shut it, Sides. And don't call me that." Sunstreaker growled as he held me closer to his chassis. I protested lightly. It wasn't because he was hurting me, but it was because I liked the name.
"Aww, it looks like she likes the name. You two can be the Sunnys!" his brother laughed, "Sunny and Little Sunny." I cooed at this idea. I liked it a lot.
"Don't call me that." Sunstreaker grunted, looking down at me. We stared each other in the optics and his facial expression melted. A small smile formed on his face plates. "She does look like a little sunspot, doesn't she?" he questioned.
"Sunspot…?" I jerked my head up and cooed loudly, happy to see that both Jazz and Prowl were standing in the doorway. Jazz came forward and gently took me from Sunstreaker's arms. There was a sudden sadness in the warrior's optics, but I didn't think anything of it at the moment.
:Ada Jazz…: I cooed through our bond and he brought his forehead to mine in a soft nuzzle. I couldn't help it, but I loved the mech already. His actions spoke very loudly and I could feel the affection he had for me as well. I poked around Prowl's bond as well and, even though his feelings were more reserved than Jazz's feelings, I could feel the affection he had towards me.
:'Ey, there, lil femme.: he chirped back at me. Prowl came over to gently rub my head armor. It did nothing but to make me even more tired than I was before.
"I was just tellin' Sunny that the little femme looked like a Sunspot against his armor." Sideswipe spoke up with a grin. "The little femme seems to like the name, too."
"Sunspot, eh, Prowler…?" Jazz questioned in a thoughtful tone.
"It sounds like a good name." the tactician nodded in a thoughtful manner.
:Lala Prowl… Like name… Want name.: I said in a happy voice.
:You like the name 'Sunspot?' What about your real name?: he questioned back. I drew back a little bit, not wanting to tell them that I had no real Cybertronian name. Both of them picked up on my sadness and they sent me reassuring feelings.
:No name… No real…: I warbled sadly.
"It seems like Sunspot likes her new name. You have chosen well, Sideswipe." Prowl said with a small smile. I smiled widely myself and let out small pulses of happy feelings before I felt my optics flicker off.
:Sleep well, little one.: I heard both of them say at the same time. Man, they were good. I groggily said something I couldn't remember before I slipped into the land of sleep.