Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers.

Author's note: Special Thanks to Trickster91 for giving me the idea of making Prowl "babysit" and DrMario1992 from DeviantArt for RPing and giving me new ideas. And Chaos Knight, have fun blowing things to kingdom come, girly.

Ch.21: Sparkling Sitting

"I am just wondering," Prowl drawled with a serious expression. "What did I do to you?" He looked over at Optimus and the Autobot Commander shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Prowl, we need you to do this. It has to be someone responsible," Optimus said.

"I understand that," Prowl growled. "I meant what is he doing here?" The Second in Command pointed irritably at the mech beside him.

"Ratchet said we needed more than one mech for this mission," Optimus muttered sheepishly.

Prowl hissed and glared at the mech beside him. Beachcomber grinned merrily at Prowl.

"Hey, dudes," Beachcomber suddenly said. "I was, like, wondering why they're all, uh, little." He gestured vaguely at the sparklings and the little human child.

Joey had been placed on an empty berth in a box and she stared up at the adult mechs with her big eyes and sucking her thumb. She slowly removed her thumb and pointed. "Pehvuh," she said with all the intensity a small child was capable of.

"What?" Prowl growled with a scowl.

"Pehvuh!" Joey squealed and she flailed her chubby little arms. "Issa pehvuh!"

"I believe she is attempting to enunciate the word… pervert," Perceptor chimed in from his corner of the med bay and Wheeljack snickered.

Prowl glowered at the scientist and the engineer as they worked to reverse the effect of the machine that had changed the younglings into sparklings. "Wheeljack. MUTE IT."

"Dude, that's so fraggin' cute. I mean, I mean… uh, that's real cute. Hey, what's a pervert?" Beachcomber asked.

"MINE!" Sunstreaker screamed as he and Sideswipe fought over a box of spare parts Wheeljack had given the sparklings in an effort to quiet them. The younglings had been placed in a large pen to keep them out of trouble and to keep Blurr in one place. The little blue speedster was darting randomly around the pen, ricocheting against the walls. Bumblebee and Bluestreak were both curled up sleeping in a corner. Tracks and Hot Rod were scuffling and growling at each other.

"MINE, MINE, MINE!" Sideswipe shrieked as he kicked at his twin.

Prowl's optic twitched and he glared at Optimus. The Autobot Commander flinched. "I, uh, have to go do important stuff. Yeah, I have all kinds of things I need to do," Optimus muttered and he all but ran from the room.

Prowl heard another snicker and he wheeled around to glare at Wheeljack. The engineer hastily resumed his work. The black and white mech turned back toward the younglings. The little human flailed her arms at him.

"Pehvuh!"

"Real cute," Beachcomber said jovially.

"Are you sure that is a wise idea?" Perceptor demanded and Prowl snapped his head around to stare at the engineer as he yanked wires.

"I know exactly what I'm doing. Who's the engineer here? You or—"

There was a thunderous explosion and Perceptor and Prowl both dived to shield the little ones. Prowl's optics strained to find the engineer amid the smoke and debris and he groaned as he spotted Wheeljack. A tiny grey sparkling with ridiculously large blinking panels on his head sat up and whimpered.

Prowl tipped his head back. "Primus, why do you hate me so?"

Author's note: Sorry for the short little chapter, guys, but finals start for me next week. Once they're over, I'll start posting longer chapters again.