Author's Note: Sorry, this one is a bit shorter than usual. But my muse is being lazy. -.-' The song for this chapter is Precious Cargo by Steve Jablonsky. Thanks to mcrmy246 and Draconia Snowmatle-Snape for adding this fic to their favs or alerts!

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"You're going on a mission? Let me come, then!" Silvermoon said. Prowl shook his helm immediately.

"It's a dangerous mission for official officers only. Besides, I would never forgive myself is something were to happen to you," he said.

Her face fell. "And what do you think I'd do if you never came back?" she whispered. Silence fell, and Prowl could tell she was being haunted by the thought. He hugged her comfortingly.

"But I will come back," he said soothingly.

"You can't promise me that," she whispered. His mentally vented. How do you take care of a femme who was so stubborn?

"Well I do promise that I will find you afterward. Even if we have to meet in the Well of Allsparks, I will find you." His voice held no room for argument, and she knew he was thinking that if he broke his promise, he would... Well, he didn't know what he'd do. "Okay?"

"Okay," she said, pulling back. Then Bluestreak woke up from his mid-cycle nap. He yawned noisily, then stared at them with wide optics.

"Were you two just hugging? Why? Does it have to do with why you were recharging together? Are you a couple?" He hoped down from the small berth that Prowl had installed just for him and watched, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Bluestreak. We are a couple. And I have to go on a mission now, okay? Will you listen to Silvermoon?" Prowl stated. The SIC kneeled down before the young 'bot, looking him in the optics.

Bluestreak looked at Silvermoon, sizing her up. "Alright," he said carefully. "I'll listen to her. And if you're a couple does that make her my carrier?"

Prowl stifled a laugh. Silvermoon didn't bother to hide hers. She knelt down next her mechfriend. "Not if you don't want me to be," she said gently. The tactician gave her a thankful look.

"What makes you ask that?" Prowl asked. Bluestreak looked at him.

"You're my sire. Well, not really, but I'm going to call you that. Is that okay? And if you two are together, that would make her my carrier," he babbled. Prowl shuttered his optics at the sudden flood of youngling-logic.

Silvermoon smiled at the youngling, then returned her optics to Prowl. "When are you leaving?" she murmured.

Prowl stood up, his hydraulics hissing slightly. "At the end of the solar cycle," he said. She stood up as well. "We will be traveling when it is dark, and Jazz will be left in charge, with Kup as his backup. Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Perceptor and I will be departing. We should be back in a few solar cycles," he summed up. She nodded, her optics darting quickly to the desk. Prowl smirked. "Yes, you will still be filling in for me while I am gone, if you do not mind."

"No, it's fine," she said, a smile gracing her features. "It's not exactly that hard, there's just a ton of them." Prowl nodded in understanding. He'd thought the same thing countless times. "Now, if you're leaving later, you need to get some recharge now. I'll take care of the datas for you."

Prowl felt like protesting, but he knew she was right. He would be diving a long ways later to make it to the Falls, and he needed to conserve his energy.

Silvermoon stood at the entrance to the base next to Prowl. The small group was getting ready to depart, and she was saying her goodbyes. Ultra Magnus was talking to Kup, who was trying to catch Jazz for calling him an 'old fart'. Perceptor and Ironhide were watching the going-ons while Optimus was trying to restore order.

"This is like a sparkling-sitting center," Prowl observed dryly. Silvermoon smirked. Bluestreak was standing next to the SIC, not-so-patiently waiting to gain his attention.

"Prowl. Prowl. Prowl. Prowl. Prowl. Prowl. Prowl," he was saying. After what seemed like an eternity to the mechling, the tactician tilted his helm down. "You'll come back, right? 'Cause if you don't, I'll be sad, and Carrier will be sad, and the whole base will be sad because we were!"

Prowl held back a chuckle, noting how Bluestreak was dead serious. The term 'carrier' being applied to Silvermoon made him smile internally, however. "Yes, I will come back," he soothed the youngling. "Then the whole base will not have to be sad."

"Okay," Bluestreak chirped. He ran over to Jazz, trying to get the saboteur to give him a piggyback ride. Silvermoon watched him with a small smile. Then she turned her optics to her mechfriend.

"Stay safe," she said quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck while he had his arms go around her waist.

"Do not worry about me," he said back, equally as quiet. "I will return." He pecked at her lips, then let go and took a step back, right as Optimus regained order.

"Now then," Optimus said, throwing a glare at Jazz and Kup, the former of the two putting his servos behind his back struts and whistling innocently. "We will be back in about three solar cycles. Jazz, comm. me if any issues arise." The Prime waited for his TIC's nod, then announced, "Autobots, roll out!"

Optimus, Prowl, Ultra Magnus, and Perceptor transformed. The microscope was transferred to Optimus' trailer, which was hooked up by Jazz. Then the group started to drive, putting distance between them and the base quickly. Prowl used his rearveiw mirror to watch the form of Silvermoon, who was now holding Bluestreak, shrink, until they faded in the distance.

Silvermoon vented, reaching for Bluestreak as he darted past her again. He squealed and moved just out of her reach, laughing. She considered sending a message to Prowl to see if he could talk some sense into the youngling, but decided against it. The group had only been gone one solar cycle, and she didn't know where they were or if he could even accept a comm. right now.

"Bluestreak, get back here!" she yelled, running after him as he took off into the hall. He laughed loudly as her servos swiped at the air where he had been standing an astrosecond ago. Running after the mechling, Silvermoon dodged Bumblebee, who grinned at her and ran after Bluestreak as well. Together, the two 'bots herded Bluestreak around. He would get too close to one of them, dodge their servos laugh, and take off again. Silvermoon was grinning, despite her slight annoyance. She should be working on Prowl's datas, after all. Bluestreak led them all around the base, and even Ironhide started chasing the youngling when he had streaked by the training rooms. Circling around the base, the group started to get close to the main entrance.

The huge door slid open, revealing a large, winged mech, flanked by four other seekers. Bluestreak squeaked, coming to a halt and staring up at the large mech. Silvermoon used this to her advantage and grabbed the mechling before he could scamper off again. He squealed, feeling nothing but air under his pedes, then grinned up at Silvermoon.

"Aw! You got me! Can we play again? Please? That was so much fun! Prowl never plays with me like that!" Bluestreak chittered. Silvermoon smiled at him, then focused on the newcomers.

"Can I help you?" she asked. Bluestreak climbed out of her arms and up to her shoulder, wrapping his legs around her neck, holding onto her helm with his small servos. The biggest seeker, who was a light beige color, took a step forward.

"Ah, yes. My designation is Silverbolt. These are my brothers, Air Raid, Fireflight, Slingshot, and Skydive. We came from Vos as soon as we could, to aid the Autobots in the war," Silverbolt explined.

"Okay," Silvermoon nodded. "Optimus Prime is out on a mission right now, but I'll comm. Jazz for you."

.:Jazz, we've got some seekers that want to be recruited here at the entrance.:. -Silvermoon

.:Al'ight. Ah'm on mah way.:. -Jazz

Silvermoon's optics refocused on the room, only to find Silverbolt looking interestedly at Bluestreak. The brother that he had mentioned to be named Skydive was asking Bumblebee a few, quiet questions. Ironhide was watching the whole group, making sure it wasn't a 'con trick.

"Is he yours?" Silverbolt asked, noting the differences in the frames of the Praxian and Silvermoon.

"By adoption, yes," Silvermoon answered. The seeker nodded, then jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of Jazz, who had snuck up on the group quietly. The saboteur smirked.

"Yor tha recruits?" he asked. At Silverbolt's nod, the TIC continued. "Mah designation is Jazz, thi'd in command of tha Autobots and head of tha Special Ops."

Silverbolt proceeded to introduce himself and his brothers, while Silvermoon had her optics drawn to Ironhide. His optics were dim, indicating he was communicating over a comm. link or bond, and he was twitching a bit, meaning he was in pain. Silvermoon ventured closer to Ironhide, the other mechs oblivious to Ironhide's spasms or the femme's departure.

"Ironhide, what's wrong?" she asked quietly, not gaining the attention of any of the other mechs.

His optics brightened momentarily as he came back to his senses. She watched him look around the room quickly before focusing on her. "Chromia's having the sparkling," he grunted. Then he turned and ran off, leaving Silvermoon to stare after him.

"Wha's 'is problem?" asked Jazz, moving to stand next to Silvermoon. She turned to the saboteur, her optics brightening with the sudden excitement.

"His sparkling has decided to come into the world," she said, lifting Bluestreak off her neck. "Watch him, with you?"

The mechling was deposited into the TIC's arms without waiting for answer. He opened his mouthplates to protest, but she was gone before he make a sound. The seekers looked at each other in astonishment. The same thought ran through their processors; This base is slaggin' crazy.

A/N: Yes, there's the Arielbots! And Chromia's in labor! :D More sparklings will be running around the base soon!