Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. This is based in the Transformers animated universe. This fan fic was requested by and Taylor, Sirius, and Diana are the creations of :iconeomonmoonbertlotanis:. Glider, Squirt, Spoiler, Hope, Colossus, Bruce/Barrier, Barry/Bouncer, Skybolt, Blackbox, Moonbeam, Fireseeker, Blade, and First Responder are my little creations. There is some implied slash here, but nothing blatant. Taylor and sari are rescued, but how will their sparkmates take the devastating news? This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
And as Jazz watched worriedly, he could see that Taylor was struggling with sparking the three very large sparklings. And since Taylor was slightly father along that Sari, Ratchet was able to devote his time to Taylor. Jazz just watched as Taylor groaned, moaned, strained, and pushed the first large sparkling out. Jazz was worried that Taylor would pass out, but with a strong pulse of encouragement from Jazz, Taylor finally managed to spark the first sparkling, and to her and Jazz's horror, it was the spitting image of Megatron. Jazz swore, and he was even more pissed now, but Ratchet reminded him that though the sparkling may look like Megatron, it may not have the tyrant's personality. Jazz was unsure of this, but when he picked up the little sparkling, he could see the deep blue optics, and when the sparkling woke it drew instinctively close to Jazz. Jazz was happy that this one did not have Megatron's personality, but it was still hard to take. And so, frustrated, Jazz named the little one Spoiler.
And as soon as the first was laid aside, the second large, though slightly smaller than the first, sparkling emerged. It was a little femme who was the spitting image of her mother Taylor except for the coloration was reversed. Jazz was not sure what to say, as the beautiful little femme recharged peacefully, not crying and letting out only a small squeak when poked by Ratchet. Taylor, attempting to get the third sparkling out, once again allowed Jazz to name the little one, but Diana, seeing the little sparkling came up with a name that fit the little one well, Hope. Jazz and Taylor liked the name as did Diana, though Sirius was none too sure about it. And once Hope was delivered, there was one more sparkling for Taylor to spark, and this one was the biggest one yet.
And tired as she was, Taylor pushed herself to force this last large sparkling out. And once she summoned all her remaining strength and energy, she pushed fiercely, vigorously, and rigorously and finally pushed the last sparkling out of her. But things were not so simple as when this sparkling was born, not only was Taylor bleeding from scrapes inside her port and sparking canal, but also the sparkling came out with the energon cord around its neck and deep purple in color with minimal signs of circulating air. Ratchet hastily cut the energon cord and unwrapped the cord from the mech sparkling's neck. This mech was far bigger than either its brother or sister, but fortunately, removal of the energon cord rendered the sparkling viable and it soon screamed louder than anything the Autobots were used to other than Bee's whining.
But the strange thing was its alt mode; it could either be a seeker or a racer. And though triple changers were usually small, since Megatron was the "data donor", the large size did not surprise Ratchet or Jazz. And with the size of this one, Jazz could only think of one name that would fit, Colossus. And finally, with all three sparked, and Taylor passed out and recharging on the berth, Jazz took Diana and Sirius to meet there new little siblings, though animosity toward Megatron still burned brightly in the back of Jazz's processors, as Megatron had once again tried to kill his mate. Ratchet quickly repaired the damage done to the inside of Taylor's port before heading over to check on sari, who was already screaming that the first one was on its way out.
Meanwhile, just as things were settling down for Jazz and Taylor, Sari was starting to give birth to the protoforms floating inside her. Though Ratchet had determined that these sparklings were somehow all transformer, that did not make things any easier for Sari or her sparking experience, and while Bouncer and Barrier were with Bulkhead watching, Sari was squirming and writhing in intense pain on the large med bay berth. And as Sari swore in every English word she knew and Cybertronian word she had learned, Ratchet was surprised by what came out of Sari's mouth as he asked her to push the little ones out. Sari obliged, but far from quietly.
Sari strained, groaned, and screamed as her first sparkling came out, a beautiful little femme. Ratchet was absolutely amazed as the small femme reminded the medic of an old friend named Arcee, except this newly sparked femme was silver and red in color and had wings. And since Sari was screaming in pain, as the pain meds that the medic had given her were not touching the pain, Bulkhead swiftly named the precious little femme seeker Glider and then went back to sending loving pulses to his sparkmate to help her make it through this sparking just as he did when Sari had sparked Bouncer and Barrier. Bouncer and Barrier were eager to meet their new sibling, but it was all Bulkhead could do to hold the two sparklings still until Sari was able to spark the second twin and final sparkling.
The second sparkling was a mech, but silver and green in color with wings with deep blue optics, much like a seeker. Bulkhead, realizing who Megatron must have used to impregnate his own sparkmate, named the little mech Squirt, as he was smaller than his sister and he decided to "squirt' his sparking fluids everywhere. But while Bouncer and Barrier were now allowed to interact with their brand new siblings and Sari lay resting peacefully on the med bay berth, a deep hatred and anger was brewing in the far in the back of Bulkhead's concerned processor, and things only got stranger as Bulkhead and Jazz shared a "look" and merely nodded at each other. That look alone spelled out trouble. And who was going to be the recipient of the trouble? One only had to look at the sparklings to know who the anger and hatred was drawing these two sparkmates to do.