Poor sick Clare! Unfortunately in order to progress with the story she must change back...I kinda want her to stay though. Anyways I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Some small smut between Jazz&Prowl in this one. Also some more serious smut between the twins and Clare at the end! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! IT IS RATHER DESCRIPTIVE! NO LEMON THOUGH!

(Prowl's POV)

Two more solar cycles had gone by in which Jazz and I tended to Clare diligently. Caring for a sick sparkling was more difficult than I had expected it to be. From the constant screaming and crying, the purging all over, and the stress that overwhelmed both of us from seeing her so distressed; all of it was a trying experience.

She had gradually recovered over that time, purging less, crying less, and refueling more. It was safe to say that she was almost completely over it. Ratchet had agreed with my assessment after scanning her this morning.

Now both Clare and myself were in my office while I worked. Most everybot on base was busy with patrol, or training, or ornly checkups. That was why I had to bring Clare with me while I worked.

It wasn't too much trouble right now because she was in recharge in my hold, where she had been for most of the morning. That meant that she would be waking up soon for a feeding.

I had prepared my office with a pen for her to play in while I worked. Toys lined the padded floor of the pen, along with a blanket for her should she want to recharge in there.

Our time with her as a sparkling was coming to a close soon. I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible before she changed back. It was fortunate that I was able to have her for the day. If Wheeljack finished on time either today or tomorrow she would be changed back.

The thought filled me with equal parts sadness and relief. In a way I wanted her to stay as she was so that Jazz and I could care for her longer, at the same time Clare had her memories and her human family unit to consider as well. It wasn't fair to want her to stay when doing so meant that she could never go back to them. She would always have to be here with us, and as much as I wanted that her human family had cared for her with love since she was a sparkling. It would be selfish.

I was brought out of my musings when a soft pressure fluttered against the sides of my hold. A sense of curiosity and love drifted through the bond, prompting me to reach into my hold to retrieve the small sparkling contained within.

She chirped at me after I withdrew her. "Daddy! I awa'e no'!"

"I can see that Clare. Did you have a good recharge sparklet?"

"Mm hmm uh huh yeah! Bu' I ungwee no'!"

I could not help but to chuckle at her. "Yes I am aware. Would you like to refuel now?"

She nodded eagerly. "Yes pease!"

Shifting her back into the crook of my arm, I brought the bottle to her mouth. Her mouth latched onto the tip and suckled the energon down vigorously. Bright sapphire optics drifted around my office while she sucked each drop out of the bottle finishing quickly.

I held her for a while forgoing my work for once. Normally I would not, but this could be my last day to hold her like this.

A soft questioning chirp came from my sparkling. "Why ou sad?"

"I do not want you to grow up." I told her honestly.

"Bu' I onwy a widdle giwl. We don' jus' get big in one day!"

My chassis rumbled with a laugh. "No I suppose not." If only that was true for her. Come this time tomorrow she would be an adult. Granted only if Wheeljack did not blow himself trying to finish his aging beam. From what I had gathered from his reports the latest one, in a series of over a dozen, was functioning with a very low self destruct percentile.

That meant that he would most likely finish it, if it did not blow up sometime during that time span. With Wheeljack it was hard for even my logic center to always come up with an accurate outcome for his experimentation.

"I be widdle fo' wong time!" She told me seriously. "My birfday no' tiw Febiarwy nineteenf. Den I be phwee yews old!"

"Three years old?"

"Mm hmm uh huh yeah! I be phwee yews old! Peetty soon I be 'llowed ta go ta skoo'!"

I was pretty sure that the minimum age to attend school was five years of age excluding what the humans called Pre School. She seemed so excited to chat about it that I had not the spark to tell her she was wrong.

"We cowor in skoo' n we leawn da alphawet. Umm we leawn ta coun' too!"

She prattled on about the things that human children learned in school. I already knew since Cybertronian younglings attended school as well. There weren't any schools left intact there now, nor was there any real reason to build more when we could not reproduce any longer. Before the Allspark had been destoroyed, when there was hope I had wanted to rebuild the schools as soon as we rebuilt the cities. It looked like that would not happen, and it saddened me to think about that.

"Ou sad 'gain?"

Yes I was. Looking at her made me think of all the good things that had been lost during the war, the younglings and sparklings, the femme bots, our cities, homes, our way of life. All of it gone.

I forced myself not to feel the desolation that normally accompanied those thoughts. It would do no good now, it never would. What was important was putting an end to the war, and then focusing on what we did have left. What we still had to live for. For me it was Jazz and Clare. As long as I had them I could perservere, if only for them.

"Daddy I kno' wha' wiwl ma'e ou feew betta!"

My lips tilted into a small smile. "What?"

"We go pay!"

"Go play what?"

"Sie wawk chawk! We dwaw wit' it!"

I had to look up what this sidewalk chalk was to understand what exactly she was talking about. What I found was similar to drawing sticks on Cybertron, only these were made specially for drawing on concrete not paper. This was not something that we would have on base either. Of course she did not know that.

"We do not have any sidewalk chalk sparklet."

She gave a scandalized gasp. "No chawk?"

"No chalk. Would you like to paint instead?"

"Yea! Yea! I pain'! I pain'!"

"Ok let us go get some paint and paper for you to use."

A series of happy chirps escaped her as I picked her up and shifted her into my hold again. I felt her shift to the side closest to my spark where it felt like she curled in on herself. She sent waves of warmth and comfort to me over the bond.

It was a quick jaunt to the supply room for some paint and brushes, then to the rec room where I procured some paper from Epps and Lennox. Our human allies looked at me oddly when I told them what the supplies were for. I half expected them to say something to me but they did not.

Dismissing their reactions, I made my way back to my office. I set up some paper on the floor, with several plastic cups filled with a small amount of paint in each. Just to be safe I had even grabbed a tarp from the supply room to put down underneath her area. I was positive that it would ensure she did not make a mess.

Once I finished setting that up I took her out of my hold and sat her down near her supplies. "Ok sparklet there are rules to painting in my office. One: Do not paint on anything but the paper! Two: Do take any of your supplies off of the tarp. Three: Only use your paint brush to paint, not your servos. Can you do all of that?"

"Yea! Mm hmm uh huh yea!"

She quickly became engrossed in her activity, leaving me with time to start working on my reports.

Every breem or so I would look up to make sure that she was following the rules I had given her, and she seemed to be. Her papers were mostly covered in splotches of multicolored paint with no real semblance of shape or order. I smiled softly before returning to my work.

Work today consisted of organizing patrols, ordering necessary supplies, and looking over reports from the other Autobots. Mission reports, patrol reports, and overviews. The monotony of it soothed me.

A considerably amount of time passed in which I was able to get most of it done. Just as I was filing the last report Arcee entered my office to drop off more.

"Here are the new patrol reports, and some more supply requests."

I took them and sat them on the corner of my desk. "Thank you Arcee."

"Wheeljack also asked me to inform you that he should be finished with the aging beam by this time tomorrow."

"Very well. Have you informed Jazz yet?"

"No he hasn't returned from patrol yet."

"I will tell him when he returns. You may return to your duties."

She froze when she turned to leave. "Where is Clare at?"

I shot up out of my seat. The paint, and paper lay undisturbed in the corner, with no sign of my sparkling. My doorwings hitched higher on my back, optics shooting wildly around the room. All of my protective programming came online filling me with an all consuming need to find her. But she was not in the room. No heat signature could even be picked up on my scanners save for Arcee's.

My legs hurriedly carried me out the door to my office. Arcee followed after me.

She must have gotten out when Arcee had come in!

Jazz prodded at me over the bond upon sensing my distress. His own worry crashed into me with the force of Ironhide's leviathan cannons going off. [Prowler? Wha's goin on?]

[Clare managed to get out of my office when Arcee came in to deliver some more reports. We are looking for her now.]

[Didja try contactin 'er over da bond?]

That question gave me reason to pause. [No I have not.]

[Try it.]

As I continued down the corridor I focused in on the link tying me to Clare. I prodded at it to try and get her attention, to get her to respond to me so that I could figure out where she was. Her slight curiosity passed back into me but she did not respond like I hoped she would.

She was not too far away, certainly not anywhere outside of base. Somebot must have seen her. I needed help looking for her though, so I opened my comm. link to the public station.

Voices assaulted me right away each engrossed in their own conversations. :Attention all Autobots, this is SIC Prowl! Clare has wandered off and I need everybot to be on the look out for her.:

:I'm over by training room B so I'll take a look around here!: Flareup responded.

:I'll check around the med bay.: Ratchet.

:Checking around my lab.: Wheeljack.

:Mia and I will check outside just in case she got out somehow.: Ironhide.

[Da twins an' ah are off of patrol, we're on our way back. We'll 'elp look when we ge' dere.]

[Alright. We'll keep looking until you return. I hope that we find her before then.]

We had to find her. Sparklings could get into a slag load of trouble without proper supervision. Something told me that Clare would only be worse than an average sparkling. If I had met the twins as sparklings I had no doubt that they would be a lot like sparkling Clare.

Oh Primus we had to find her before she set something on fire or caused an explosion!

(Jazz's POV)

Nobot had found Clare even when we returned back to base over a groon later. The public comm was a mass of voices speaking rapidly back and forth, frantic clicks mimxing with frustrated growls. By now everybot on base was included in the search, even patrols had been put on temporary hold so that we could all look.

The twins and I immediately started looking around the living quarters. I checked our quarters for her but Bob was the only one present in the room. By now I was starting to get very worried. A sparkling could not cover that much ground so where could she have gotten to?

Upon stepping back into the hall the twins approached me from going to check their room. They hadn't found her either.

"Where the pit could a sparkling hide? We've checked almost the entire base already!"

"I dunno Sides. Dey ca' fit in almos' any'hing if dey wanna. Have we checked ven's yet?"

Both mechs grimaced at me. "No. The femmes and you are the only ones that can even remotely fit in them."

That was true. "Have we checked da supply rooms?"

"No not yet. We should do that next." Sunstreaker suggested.

"Righ' le's do dat."

Together the three of us made our way towards the supply room closest. I doubted that she could get in, in fact checking living quarters was stretching it. She could not open doors, nor did she remember the codes to get into anything.

My audios picked up something as we were passing Skids and Mudflaps' room.

"Tinkle tinkle widdle staw! How I woner wha' ou awe! Up above da wowld so 'igh! Like a diamon' in da sky! Tinkle tinkle widdle staw! How I wis' I was whew ou awe!"

Our peds screeched against the floor as we spun around and backtracked to where the sound of my sparkling singing resonated from. The door to the room was slightly open allowing us to clearly hear her from outside. Just listening to her singing eased my fears and anxiety.

[We foun' 'er Prowler. She was insi'e Skids an' Mudflaps' room. Going ta get 'er no'!]

[I will call off the search before joining you there.] Prowler's relieved voice responded, the distress weighing on the bond immediately lifting a considerable amount.

The twins and I crept into the Chevy twins room. My jaw dropped when I saw what Clare had been doing to entertain herself.

She had somehow gotten onto the berth where Skids and Mudflap were recharging, she dipped a paint brush into the pink can of paint sitting beside her and made a long stroke right on Mudflap's face.

Both were covered, absolutely covered in paint. For that matter so was she. It seemed that she had raided the dumbafts paint supply because cans were laying spilled all over the floor, and she was covered in all kinds of colors from white to black and everything in between.

"Da isy bi'sy spidew cwawled up da watew spou'! Down ca'e da wain n washed da spidew ou'! Ou' ca'e da sun n dwied up aww da wain n da is'y bi'sy spidew cwawled up da spou' gain!"

I couldn't help but to smile at her singing her silly little songs while she painted them in their recharge. "Sparklet wha' are ya doin'?"

She squeaked in surprise dropping her brush on her leg helm whipping around in my direction. "...I pain'in Sits n Mudace."

"Why?"

Her lips titled down into a small scowl. "Cuz dey gotted me sick!"

The twins and I laughed. Sparkling vengeance. "Ya 'avin fun wit' dat?"

She chirped happily. "Mmm hmm uh huh yea! I ma' em pink cuz I no like pink! Ma'e em ugwy pink!"

"Ya go' some pink on yo'rself too."

Her happy chirps turned into a horrified gasp when she looked down at the pink splotches on her front. "No pink! Ma'e Sits n Mudace ugwy pink! I no be ugwy pink! I wanna no' be ugwy pink!"

I approached the berth to pick her up. Paint smeared all over my chassis since it had not yet dried. Looks like a trip to the wash racks was in order. Then if I could get her to settle maybe a nap was in order, after a bottle.

Before leaving I took several still photos of Skids and Mudflap for later. The twins quickly did the same.

We slipped out of the room then and headed towards the wash racks.

Clare chirped in displeasure about her pink paint during the brief walk there. Her displeasure lifted when she realized where we had ended up. A string of excited trills left her as I filled her designated wash basin with warm solvent.

As soon as I put her in the basin she started splashing the liquid everywhere. Drops hit me, the floor, the twins, the walls while she giggled gleefully.

Cleaning her was quite the task with all of her squirming and splashing. She would unintentionally flail away from me in her excitement forcing me to pull her back so that I could reach certain areas.

Several times she tried to get out of the basin to crawl over to where the twins were washing themselves. They would grin when I grabbed her form up, each time she let out a displeased trill when I put her back in the basin.

After almost a breem all of the paint had been scrubbed off leaving her with her normal bright silver and blue finish. I pulled her out of the basin and dried her off with a towel.

[Jazz where are you?]

[Clare was covered in pain' so ah took 'er to da wash racks ta clean 'er off. We jus' finished. Wait fo' us at da room.]

[Ok.]

I stood and opened my chest plates to put her in my hold.

Just before I went to put her in my hold she held her arms out for the twins. I handed her over to them so that she could give them what she called, 'bye bye cuddles.'

She nuzzled each of their cheeks before kissing them. "Buh bye Sies n Sunny! We pay waiter ok? Be goo' so daddy don' put ou in da bwig. I wuv ou!"

Sides gave a goofy grin and kissed her little cheek back. "We will be good Clare." It looked like he wanted to say more but he bit his glossa to keep it in.

Sunny kissed her helm, a small smile on his lips as well, optics shining with a light that I had never seen before. He held her for another klik before handing her back to me.

They waved at her as I placed her in my hold. Then their gazes shifted to mine briefly, brighter than I had ever seen before. I held it for a few astroseconds before leaving the room.

I doubted that anybot besides the other had ever said those words and meant it, and Clare had meant it. She was very fond of them in any form though she seemed to not know what to say to them before. I often sensed her internal struggles to determine the full extent of what she was feeling. Sparkling Clare knew though, everything was straight forward.

It seemed that she had overcome some sort of barrier or boundary when she had uttered those words to them. Things would no doubt change when she changed back as well.

Now more than ever the thought of her changing back made my spark ache. If she could just stay like this I wouldn't have to let her mate so soon. I wouldn't have to hand her off to any mech. I would have time. Time to watch her grow, to carry her in my hold, time to help her through growing up.

But the truth was that I didn't have much time anymore. Come this time tomorrow she would be her old self. As happy as that thought made me...it saddened me as well.

I didn't want her to grow up.

Those thoughts plagued me even after I entered our quarters where Prowler was waiting on one of the chairs near my sound system. He had sensed my thoughts, the unease, and the reluctance. He understood. He always did, and he was always there to comfort me.

A servo beckoned me to come to him, it pulling me down to sit sideways in his lap once I was close enough. His arms wrapped around me protectively, feelings of comfort through the bond warming me.

[There is no shame in wanting her to remain the way she is Jazz. Even I would not mind if the situation could stay like this for longer. But it is not our right to keep her like this when it was not a natural change. She will be our sparkling in any form, no matter what. Remember that.]

[I know Prowler. I know. But just because I know that doesn't mean that it makes everything ok. These last few days I got to experience something that I thought would never happen to me. I got to feed my sparkling from a bottle, I got to hold her when she was sick, I got to care for her when she wasn't able to care for herself. And no matter how much I know that she has to change back...the selfish part of me wants her to stay like this. It wants to keep her this way so that I don't have to watch her choose a mate...or mates. I don't want to hand her over to somebot else knowing that it's forever. I want to keep feeling her in my hold near my spark where she's safe...so that I don't ever have to watch her leave and return to her human family unit. For the first time in so long I really do want to just be selfish even if I know that I can't. It wouldn't be fair to her or the twins, or Sam and his family unit. They're a part of her as much as we are.]

Prowler tilted my helm back so that his lips could find mine. Strong servos gripped the center of my back struts turning me so that our chassis were pressed tightly to one another's. My legs slipped on either side of his thighs allowing our sodpieces to scrape against one another's.

A jolt of pleasure shot through my abdomen causing me to groan softly, hips subconsciously bucking forward in an effort to seek the sensation out again. Servos slid down to grip my hips as a rough glossa pushed inside of my mouth. Mine tangled with his as I rocked slightly against his sodpiece. The pressure was becoming intense. It made us both growl.

[Opi? Daddy? Wha' dat soun'?]

Both of us immediately stilled upon hearing our sparkling's curious question. We had almost forgotten about her since she was being so still and silent. I had actually thought she had fallen into recharge.

[Nothin baybay spark. Daddy an' ah were jus' talkin.]

[Ok. C'n I come ou' no'? I ungwee.]

[Of cou'se sparklet.] Looks like interfacing would have to wait.

Prowler gave me an amused look when I moved to sit sideways in his lap again. He grabbed her bottle from subspace as I quickly retrieved Clare from my hold. She chirped in excitement when her optics landed on her energon.

My mate took her from me to feed her.

I leaned my helm on his shoulder and watched her suckle down her bottle. It would be one of the last times we would ever have to do this... My spark twisted painfully when that fact reared its face again.

But I understood that what would soon happen had to happen. Even if I still didn't want it to. Until then the three of us would spend every astrosecond between then and now together.

If only it didn't have to come so soon...

The next solar cycle came sooner than I wanted, along with a report from Wheeljack stating that his aging beam was ready to use.

We all stood around the hangar Clare in my arms, Prowler to my right, the twins to my left.

Jacky stood in front of us aligning the polarities of the device so that it would age her back to where she had been prior.

Last night she had recharged in my hold curled close to my spark...like she would never do again. All I could think about were all the things we would never do together, me feeding her, giving her a bath, recharging with her in my hold. None of it would ever happen again.

Those thoughts plagued me when Jacky turned and held out his servos for her. I didn't want to let her go. I didn't let her go until Prowler nudged me gently, and when I did it was with great reluctance.

We kissed her helm before he took her away from us to sit her on a table.

She chirped in question at Jacky when he pointed the aging beam at her.

"Sit still Clare. This won't hurt you I promise."

The sound of the gun reached my audios not even an astrosecond later.

One astrosecond passed...

Two astroseconds passed...

Three astroseconds...

Then the gun fired off a bright blue beam that collided with Clare's chassis. She squeaked in surprise as her frame was encompassed in a bright light for a second time, the force toppling her onto her back.

Giving us all a clear view of how her frame lengthened and distended into her normal size.

When it faded she was laying there just as she had been before Jacky's beam had hit her. Her systems were operating sluggishly and her optics were closed.

I was torn between being relieved that the aging beam had worked, and wallowing.

One thing that Prowler had told me rang true... She was still our sparkling no matter what. It was that thought that made this situation a little easier.

Ratchet decided to take her to the med bay to monitor her condition.

The twins, Prowler, and I followed along behind him.

Even if I was a little saddened about her turning back I still loved her, and I wanted to make sure that she was ok.

We'd stay in the med bay for a while, at least until Ratchet told us that she was well. Then life would go on like always...but I would never forget the feeling of carrying my sparkling in my hold.

Not ever.

(Clare's POV FINALLY!)

My helm was pounding when I came to. I heard a monitor beeping somewhere near me the sound telling me that I was in the med bay. But I had no idea why I would be here. In fact I was having a difficult time remembering what I was last doing.

The only thing that I could remember were two faces, one red, one gold. Sides and Sunny. After that things got blurry and indistinguishable no matter how hard I tried to recall. It was frustrating me.

I forced my optics to open squinting them against the bright white light. It made my helm pound like crazy.

"Sweetspark?"

I turned in the direction of the hopeful sounding voice. The flash of red made me wince. "Sides? What the pancake happened?"

It wasn't Sides who answered me. "You got hit with Wheeljack's aging beam baby. It turned you into a sparkling."

My helm whipped to the left where Sunny was standing. "What?! What do you mean I got turned into a sparkling?"

He plopped down on the berth next to my helm. "Exactly what I said. Wheeljack turned you into a sparkling for the last six earth days. It took him that long to make another aging beam that wouldn't blow up in his face."

Nothing that he was saying made any freaking sense! I got turned into a sparkling? Could that even happen? And oh Primus what if I did or said something embarrassing? Did they have to change my robo diapers? Oh probably not since Cybertronians didn't really use the bathroom. Once again I was pissed off due to the fact that in my human form I had to. So not fair.

"Ok so let me get this straight!" Taking a big breath to steady myself I continued on. "Jacky turned me into a sparkling for almost an entire week? During which you all had to take care of me?"

"Yes."

"Did I bite anybot or do anything else equally embarrassing?" Not that biting was really embarrassing... I'd totally bite the shit out of a twinkie person if they existed. Umm yeah random thought there. Blame it on the helm ache.

Both twins shared a strange look. "No you didn't bite anybot, but you did paint Skids and Mudflap pink because they got you sick."

"Really? I got sick?" No recollection of that came to mind which was probably a good thing. Who wanted to remember being sick? Not me. I didn't have memories of it? Well it still counted!

"Yup! The dumbafts removed your sync blocker, and you in your sparkling curiosity connected to the internet where you contracted a virus. Jazz got them back for that too."

"How?"

"He strung them upside down from the ceiling painted with little yellow flowers." Sides was grinning as he said it.

I busted out laughing despite the throbbing in my helm. The mental image of that was so freaking hilarious that I almost choked because I was laughing so hard. "P-Pic-ture-s? Pl-ease! Mu-st s-ee!"

"Of course we got pictures sweetspark! We'll show you later on." Sides sat on my other side and it was then that I realized Ratchet was absent from the room.

My attention was quickly diverted to the two mechs who laid down on either side of me. They scooted in close and wrapped their arms around me both nuzzling my helm with soft purrs. My own purr rose up in my chassis as I nuzzled them back. If I really had been turned into a sparkling then I was glad to be back as I was now.

"Where are opi and dad at?"

"They had reports to file, then Jazz had patrol."

Well I would see them later. For now I quickly found myself being pinned to the berth and kissed senseless. Like they were both all over me giving me no time to even breathe as they switched back and forth, glossas shoving their way into my mouth, servos wandering over my frame.

The room became so hot so fast. Everything felt so intense.

I had to force my helm the other way so that I could talk. "Did-did you guys miss me that much?" The question was barely out of my mouth before Sunny's mouth was back on mine again.

Sides took it upon himself to answer the question since Sunny was too busy shoving his glossa down my throat. "Yes of course we did. I do have to say that sparkling Clare was fragging adorable though. Maybe later we can show you some vid files that we took?"

"Mmmmphhhmmmm." I hummed rapidly losing the ability to speak with those sinful touches creeping down my frame. It was already making me tingle like crazy.

Heavy breathing filled the room, soft mewls and growls from the three of us bouncing off the walls.

One of their servos moved down between my legs causing me to snap out of the haze taking over. We were in the med bay after all. The last thing that I wanted was to have Ratchet come in and see what we were doing. "We should stop."

"Why?"

"Because Ratchet could come in and see...and he'll wrench you two for messing around in his med bay."

Sunny pulled away with a contemplating expression. "Well if we leave the med bay it won't be an issue."

I frowned at him. "No because then he'll be slagged off that you stole one of his patients. So as much as I don't mind the idea it's not going to happen." It only took me a moment to realize that I had inadvertantly issued a challenge to them with my words. Telling either of them that an idea they were entertaining was not going to happen was like telling Skids and Mudflap to grow a processor. Not a good idea.

"Is that a challenge?" Sunny smirked.

Oh shit...oh slag...oh poptarts! "Let me reword-" Whatever I was going to say cut off with a loud squeal when my golden afthole swept me up from the berth. I couldn't even get myself situated before they were out the door.

Too late I guess.

By the time we got to their room my spark was racing, cheeks were burning hot. I knew why they brought me back here, and it was to fool around. Seriously the first thing they want to do after I turn back is molest me? Did I just ask that question when I already knew the answer? The twins were horndogs.

They tossed me onto the berth, their forms clambering up after me. Heat rolled off of all of our frames making the room feel like it was well over a hundred degrees. Servos were on my chassis, thighs, abdomen, immediately creating friction causing the heat to keep growing.

I arched my back with a gasp when a firm pressure started up against my valve covering. One of them, I didn't know which, was firmly rubbing circles around my covering stimulating the nodes beneath. The beginnings of my frame sparking in pleasure only fueled their actions.

Whoever was rubbing my apex tugged at the plating there making me tilt my helm down at where a gold wrist was buried between each thigh. Sunny was looking down at me expectantly, waiting for an acknowledgement to either keep going or stop.

Sides leaned down to nibble at my neck cables while I mulled the situation over. I mewled softly hips leaving the berth as I unconsciously thrusted them upward. Sparks danced across my abdomen when his digits rubbed against me again. Before I even comprehended what had happened my valve covering popped off. Whether it was him taking it off or me opening it I had no freaking idea.

Nor did either of them give me any time to think about it.

Sunny suddenly grabbed me and rolled until I was sitting in his lap facing him, exposed valve pressed against his sodpiece, servos gripping my hips. He leaned down to kiss me at the same moment that he jerked my hips forward causing my external nodes and opening to slide over his sodpiece.

My mouth fell open with a gasp. Pleasure lanced through every sensory receptor. He repeated the motion several times, working me up until I started doing it all on my own.

I rocked against him repeatedly as we kissed heatedly. He would groan and I would gasp or mewl, both of us sparking together. Servos gripped my aft from behind, one sliding around to the front to rub at my nodes while I ground myself against Sunny. I arched harder with a near scream, every part of me nearly seizing violently.

All the sensations, grinding against Sunny, Sides rubbing my nodes and kissing my neck cables again; all of it was just too much for me. I felt myself reaching my peak. My breath coming out in pants and mewls everytime as my peak climbed faster and faster.

Plating shifted beneath me exposing Sunny's spike. It was more than surprising, almost to the point that I pulled away but when he made no move to put it in me I relaxed slightly.

The chords near the tip slid out to seek out my valve. I stiffened when they prodded at my unused external ports.

"Relax." He urged me. "This is just like what we did in your holoform. I'm only going to plug into your external ports, not penetrate you."

I nodded hesitantly and he connected them to my ports. There was a series of soft muted clicks when they connected, along with a slight pinching sensation. All of that was drowned out immediately when a wave of what felt like intense static hit me. I was not expecting what would happen, nor was I prepared for it.

A wave of what was almost like warm erotic static hit me making me cry out. It was almost like when my consciousness had first expanded when bonding to my creators, only it was on a completely sexual level. Every move we made against one another was intensified by at least ten fold by our connection.

Flashes went off behind my optics as I literally went limp.

Just when I thought that it was too much Sides lifted me so that he could slide his spike underneath me. His cables sought out the ports Sunny wasn't using and connected to them.

My hips started going wild instantly, this time actually did make me scream like I was being murdered. I couldn't even hear or see anything else past the roaring in my audios and the flashes going off in my optics.

Within a klik it all came crashing down on me in the form of a massive overload unlike anything I had ever felt. I arched, crying out as sparks shot out of every part of my frame, wetness gushing out of my valve opening.

My frame went limp from pleasure overload. They continued moving me for another few kliks until both stiffened and groaned as they overloaded. More warmth pooled between my thighs.

I lay slumped against Sunny panting tiredly, hardly paying any mind to either of them when they retracted their cables from my ports. It was slightly disconcerting to be connected to them, then not but it wasn't like we could stay like that forever.

They moved me onto my back allowing me to get a good look at the transfluid and lubricant coating my lower half. Both used cleaners and polish to clean all of us off, before popping our coverings back on and laying us all down together.

We were quiet for some time while I regained my breath. All of that had been completely unexpected. I had thought that maybe they would feel me up or use a digit to bring me to overload. Never did I think that they would put us all bare interface array to bare interface array, and forget the whole port syncing. That was completely mind numbing, though I did not regret it.

I was feeling lethargic and a little tired now that it was all over. "Did you guys miss me that much?"

"Did it feel like we missed you that much?"

I smacked Sunny's chassis. "Don't you get smart with me you giant perv!"

"You liked it, you always like it." He countered.

"I have to agree with Sunny sweetspark. As embarrassed as you always are you don't turn us away nearly as much as we expected you to. Then again we are gorgeous mechs so why would you want to?"

I rolled my optics playfully even though Sides was behind me and therefore unable to see it. "Oh Sides you make such a good point."

"I know I do." He stated smugly. Aft.

"I'm still not going to do anything that I'm not ready for, even if you are too gorgeous to deny as you put it."

They both cuddled closer with a chuckle. "We'd never ask you to, there's no honor in taking an unwilling femme."

"Honor Sides? Really? How about the fact that it's immorally wrong?"

"That too."

I giggled before turning to cuddle into his chassis. Sunny spooned up against me from behind so that I was completely caged between the two.

My spark suddenly fluttered and jumped, something it had not done before. As soon as the sensation came it was gone too fast to really contemplate it. So I shrugged it off as unimportant, or maybe it was just like the butterflies I sometimes got when I was with them. That seemed more believable. Yeah that was probably what it was.

I was too tired to question it more. My optics were feeling heavy, frame exhausted from everything that had happened.

My recharge protocols took over lulling me into unconsciousness.

The last thought that I had was of how warm and secure I felt being cuddled between the two, and that I could get used to going under like this.

Maybe one day I would be able to.

Maybe.

R&R! It's a tiny bit shorter than it normally is but this one was really hard for me to write for some reason. Literally it took me like three or four days which is unusual for me! I do hope that you guys liked the Clare/Twins smut in there. I thought it was high time for some more. Now for some reviews!

Sorana3- I think that Sunny would make a great creator too. You'll have to wait and see what I come up with later! As for the dresses maybe I should put them on my profile instead? That way everyone can check them out!

Coolgal02- She is adorable! I may add the dress links to my profile so that people can look at them! If I do so then msg me with your favorites!

HeartsGuardianSol- Well I have a hard time seeing Prowl as the pranking type so yeah... Rest assured the twins did get brigged because of their little stunt!

himelove22- I love my take on sparkling Clare! Does that sound conceited? Anyways yeah they are lucky that Jazz didn't do more to them.

leebee14- Everyone wants to beat the Chevy twins all of the time lol. Really they should have known better though.

Muirgen79- Yeah and those two can be scary parents...*shudders* At least she doesn't remember having the flu though! Lucky jerk...

CastielLunaWinchester- Not gonna lie if I was that age I probably wouldn't be able to say Optimus either. It's a trippy name. NP about the dresses though! I epically suck at fashion so yeah I feel you...

DarkshadowXsunny-sides- Well he'd probably freak out majorly...it is Sam. And yes I love putting the twins into situations like that!