So many claim to know me... But they know nothing. So many so called friends, have haunted me in my search for what was there all along... Only to trick me into false hope with empty promises of caring and understanding. I have finally... Awoken... To understand... None of them ever ment anything in the first place... Because my true friends, never left me. Forever they been by my side... Watching over me, loving me, understanding me with all that they are. They do so without arrogance... Without judgement... Selflessly... They give all of themselves... Perhaps this is why I am so disgusted... By the lack of all that they are, which I find here... On this plane... But I am better... Then all of this... My soul knows truth... Those who truelly know me... Show me, not through words. Not once, but always. Nothing ends this love, that only grows, like a wild tree ripping free of the soil to dance wildly in the sunlight... They seek not to change me... To make me become something I am not... Only... To encourage me to join the dance... To embrace the sun that reaches down to warm my tear stained face in blissfull compassion and forget the agony of the scars that time has branded into my soul... They do not seek to conform me to the way they are, but rejoice openly in the beautifully unique being that I am becoming... My beloved gaurdians... Who have been with me, not just for a handful of lifetimes, not just for moments in time... But for all existance... From the moment of my first thought... As they will be with me at my last... To know this love... To know... With all that I am... Of what surrounds me... This... Gives me peace... Gives me strength... Gives me hope... I am all that I am, because of the beauty, I have been shown... With all that I am... I rejoice... The existance of they who watch over me... To you, who has been by my side... To you who has held me up, at times when I have felt myself about to fall into an endless abyss... To you who has watched, to you that has protected and tought and loved... I honor you... With the life I choose to dance... The colors I choose to paint existance with... I honor you... And I thank you... For teaching me... That there are those who understand... With all that they are... What it is... To love with all that is you, to dance like no one is watching, to shatter, utterly and completly, only to be rebuilt into something greater then you are.
Life throws things at you sometimes, that bring you to your knee's. Pain unmeasurable. But it is that pain, which molds you into who and what you are. Put your faith in your creator, get up... and dance.
Ok, on to the fanfic. This is going to get odd so I'm going to explain things. Transformers, I have decided, due to the lack of femme's in the series and such, are transgendered. There is no male or female, they simply are. Therefor... Ironhide is capable of carrying and giving birth to young. Don't like it? Tough. I'm writing this for me.
Chapter 26, a new day. -Two weeks later-
Ironhide's sensors snapped on and he sat up with a jerk. His eyes moved to Jazz, who slept peacefully beside him after a night of passionate love making, then to his abdomen, where he had felt something that he hadnt felt in 10 million years. It couldnt be possible. The allspark was gone. In an uncharacteristic trembling manner, he gently shook his bond-mate awake. Jazz mumbled, blue optic's brightening. He saw the expression on his lover's face and sat up abruptly.
Jazz, sounding worried "Hide? Wazzup?"
Ironhide, staring straight ahead, grabbed Jazz's hand, slowly moving it to his abdomen. Jazz's optic's widened at what he felt pulsing there. There, within Ironhide's creation cortex, was a tiny, pulsing spark.
Ratchet was in his medbay, working on a report and watching Sparkplug drawing on the wall with a red crayon, when the sound of Ironhide crashing down the hallway was heard. Moments later, to his alarm, both Ironhide and Jazz came bursting in.
Ratchet, sounding alarmed "Ironhide what the..."
Ironhide, without waiting for an answer grabbed the tool Ratchet used to take pictures of internal functions and held it to his abdomen. Ratchet's report clattered to the floor at the picture that flickered onto the screen. There, inside Ironhide's creation cortex, was a sparkling.
Ratchet, for once in his life, unable to find the words to articulate what was going on in his head "It...How?"
"Matrix did it!"
Three wide sets of optic's turned to the little sparkling drawing on the wall. Sparkplug giggled.
"Matrix made it so babies could get made. He told me"
The sound of a crackling voice over the com-link broke them from their dazed thoughts
Optimus Prime "Bring her here"
Ratchet scooped up the little sparkling and followed by Jazz and Ironhide, walked into the back room where Optimus was still recovering from the sparking.
Optimus, calmly "Congradulations Ironhide.It seems you and Jazz are the first recipients of the joining of two matrix's."
Ratchet, Ironhide and Jazz just stared.
Ironhide "What?"
Optimus, smiling softly, still sounding remarkably calm "The joining of two matrix's. Sparkplug now is the one and only Prime and you, now carry the very first new sparkling of our race."