I do not own any of the Transformers characters, only the sparklings...
I don't own the songs used... This is pure fiction
Jazz and Prowl love
Last chapter...
The 4 pregnant Autobots had scans on their sparklings, revealing...
Ratchet and Mirage are expecting non-identical twins, a mech and a femme, Sideswipe is expecting identical twin mechs, and Jazz with identical twin mechs and a femme, but the mechs are suffering from twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome.
Let's read on, for the next 9 deliveries... I know I'm going fast with the stories, but want to get as much excitement and information into the chapters.
'I'm worried Prowler...'
'I know Jazz. I am too, to be honest.'
The parents had just left the medic bay, knowing the identical twin mechs growing inside Jazz, were suffering from twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, meaning that one twin was bigger than the other, because he was receiving more nutrients than his twin, and so they had to be closely monitored, incase something goes wrong.
'Bro, you don't look happy at all. What's wrong?' Bluestreak asked, stridding up to his brother and Jazz. When he saw their worried glances, he gasped. 'Don't tell! One of the triplets is dead! Or dying! Injured?'
'No Blue...' Jazz replied. 'Just...' he couldn't bring himself to say it.
'What's going on?' Proton approaches the 'group'.
'Dad...' Prowl began. 'It appears that we're expecting identical twin mechs and a femme, but the twins are suffering from...'
'Twin to twin transfusion syndrome?' Proton finished.
Prowl and Jazz both nodded.
'Yeah. I've heard about it on Cybertron.' Proton replied. 'But all the twins who suffered from it, they've all survived. It's rare that they don't survive. It only means 1 twin is bigger than the other.'
'Hi mummy!' Jenno called, rushing up to her parents. She saw the worried glances. 'Is something wrong mummy? Daddy?'
'Nothing, sweetspark.' Jazz replied.
'Ok...' Jenno didn't sound convinced. 'Don't daddy have work?'
Prowl looked at the time. 'Primus, I'm almost late! And I'm never late!'
'Good timing that I reminded ya daddy!' Jenno showed off her credit for remembering.
Prowl turned to Jazz. 'Will you be alright this afternoon?'
'Yea Prowler. I'll be fine.'
Prowl smiled and gives Jazz a kiss. 'Stay safe...' and he heads to his office.
As the pregnancies progressed... so did the mood swings...
Late April 2005
'SMOKEY! YOU GOT MY CUBE YET?' Sideswipe was heard calling from his chamber, down the corridor.
Smokescreen rubbed his helm from exhaustion. He turned to Bluestreak. 'I'd tell you, bro, If I did have an energon chip to gamble with Bosch everytime Sideswipe's mood swings kicked in, I'd be a millionaire. I'm just glad it's nearly time for the twins to arrive.'
'Same with Ironhide. If he had energon for everyime the doc's mood swings kicked in, he'll be rich aswell,' Bluestreak replied. 'Well considering even if he wasn't carrying, Ratchet still has mood swings.'
Smokescreen laughed. 'Pregnant or not, Ironhide would be richer than me, for all those mood swings kicking in from the doc. He only has to deal with the mood swings for another week, as Ratchet is soon to spark the twins.'
'Double trouble for the doc. They'll be more mood swings then.'
The brothers laughed.
'SMOKEY!'
Smokescreen grabbed a cube. 'Gotta attend to the love.' as he dashed out the room.
Bluestreak shrugged his shoulders. 'Guess I'm on my own till my nephews are born. Should I settle down one day...? I've got plenty of time.' and he took a sip of the cube.
With just days to go until his twins were born, Ironhide was experiencing more mood swings from the pregnant medic than ever. A load of wrenches lay all over the floor, along with a grumpy medic!
'Hey doc... Take a break, ya need it at this time.'
'IT'S APRIL FOOLS DAY 'HIDE!' the medic shouts back. 'THOSE TWINS WILL BE PLAYING PRANKS ALL OVER THE PLACE!'
'Hey! Ya need to calm yaself down! Ya worried about this day, then risking the twins' lives!'
'Hey 'hide, you're right. Primus, I'm always grumpy!'
'Ya not all the time doc. You're calm during the deliveries of Jazz and Prowl's sparklings, even when Jazz was screaming out loud, and with Sideswipe, even though ya hated all his pranks and jokes, ya did everything in ya power to save him during the birth of his son. Ya everyone's hero when it comes to repairs.'
'Thanks Ironhide. That's a boost of strenght. But seriously, Sunstreaker will be pulling pranks today. Sideswipe being left out raising those twins growing inside him.'
'He's old enough to handle his life Ratchet.'
Ratchet agreed with Ironhide, then he felt that familiar twinge. He groaned at the pain increasing.
'It's time?' Ironhide asked.
Ratchet nodded.
'It gives me great proudness, to announce to you all...'
Optimus was stood infront of the crew, giving the small 'speech.'
'... to announce Ratchet has successfully given birth to twins earlier today. Both sparklings and Ratchet are doing fine, so I do remind you all to leave the newly born twins in peace, and let Ratchet and Ironhide be.'
'On April fools?' Sunstreaker asked. He turned to his pregnant twin. 'That's even better!'
Sideswipe laughed.
Jazz sat in the corner all by himself, with Jazzo beside him. The nearly fully grown sparkling, who had reached his 8th sparkday last month, seemed worried for the way his mum had been acting lately, and wanted to know.
'Mum? What's wrong, ma?' he asked.
Jazz turned to his son, and sighed. No point keeping it from Jazzo. 'There's a slight problem with ma little ones.'
'Are they hurt?'
Jazz shook his head.
'Injured? Fighting? Starving?'
Jazz shook his head to all those.
'Dying?'
Jazz flinched, his processor repeating those words Ratchet had told him. 'regular check ups on the twins incase his spark can't support his system' 'Something like that.'
'I don't understand ma.'
Jazz bite his lip, wondering how to explain, without upsetting Jazzo. 'The mechs... 1 is stronger than 'is twin. He is growing more than 'is twin. If that continues, tey ned to be delivered early than expected.'
Jazzo wraps his arms around Jazz for comforting, and places a hand on Jazz's bump. 'Elp ya brother...' he whispered. 'Save energy for 'im.'
Jazz smiles.
The next day... Ratchet and the twins were allowed out the medic bay... well allowed to go outside it, after all Ratchet pratically 'owned' the medic bay.
Ironhide came out carrying a small bundle in his arms. Some mechs in the rec room walked over to see the sparkling.
'Our son,' Ironhide replied, lifting the corner of the blanket away, revealing a small red and grey mech, who looked up at all the optics staring down at him.
'Aww...' everyone cooed as the big bright blue optics stared back at them all.
'I'm dying to know who's the femme look like!' Redalert asked, with a small chuckle.
'What can I say, like her mom.' Ironhide replied.
'So the femme looks just like her 'mum'?' Bluestreak asked. When Ironhide nodded, he burst out laughing. 'What was Ratchet's reaction?'
'Don't even ask that,' Ironhide replied.
'I just did!' Bluestreak reminded him.
'Ok bro,' Smokescreen calmed him down. 'What did you name them?'
'This is our son, we named 'Steelhide',' Ironhide replied.
'Steelhide? Oh... Iron and Steel. Like father like son,' Smokescreen replied.
Ironhide nodded. He flinched as SteelHide thrashed about in his blanket, so his dad covered him with the blanket, as he fell into recharge.
'And the femme?' Bluestreak asked, hiding his laughs.
'Amaryllis.' Ironhide replied.
'Amaryllis?' the others were all confused. 'Why Amaryllis?'
'It's from the Greek language.' Proton walks over to them. 'It's Greek for the meaning, 'Fresh, new sparkling. The name of a rare flower.'
'That's a good choice.' Bluestreak tells Ironhide.
'Glad of ya approval Bluestreak.' the red mech replied. 'Now if ya excuse me, this little mechs needs some energon.'
'You do that Hide. Congrats on the twins.' Proton replied.
'Now I know how ya feel...' Ironhide tells him, nodding towards Bluestreak. The silver mech pulled a face at Ironhide.
Jazz watched the group from afar, and frowned seeing little Steelhide healthy and well. He looked at his bump, and rubbed it, sending love to the triplets, as 1 gave an almighty kick. He cried out from the force.
'Jazz!' Prowl had entered when he heard the cry from his bondmate, and rushed over to him. 'You alright?'
'Ya Prowler... sparkling hurt meh that much!' he managed to reply.
'They are getting strong. Come. You need rest.'
'Could weh say ta same for that little twin?'
Prowl didn't respond. He helped Jazz manage to make his way to their shared chamber, and of course Prowl's office, as Jazz was laid on the berth to rest.
Meanwhile...
'I look ready to pop, Hound,' Mirage said.
The blue and white mech was seated on the end of their shared berth, a huge bump stood a mile before Mirage did.
Hound walked over with energon, and gives it to Mirage. 'Hang in there, my diamond. Only a few weeks to go until we're holding a new mech and femme, and make Nitro happy.'
Mirage nodded in agreement. 'He'll be so happy with his new brother and sister. I can't wait...'
Hound lays a hand on Mirage's bump, wanting to feel the twins moving about inside. 'They're really active. Shouldn't be too long now.'
'I hope so. They take up all our love space Hound.' Mirage replied. 'I miss the good night cuddles, when now, you could hardly gets your arms around me.'
'But in doing so, I can feel the twins moving.'
Mirage nudged Hound's arm, giving him a smile. 'I can't wait for the arrivals...'
During the next few weeks...
Late May 2005
'Open wide...'
The little white and red femme opened her mouth, and tucked into her energon, giggling.
Ratchet walked over to the red and grey mech, and then the sparkling tucked into his energon.
Ironhide walked in with FirstAid, and set the mech on the berth, so FirstAid ran over to see his twin brother and sister.
'Biggy bro!' Amarayllis chirped.
'Big bro-bro!' Steelhide chirped.
'They're awesome!' FirstAid gave Ironhide a hug. 'Thanks dad! And mum.'
Ratchet rolled his optics.
Meanwhile, in Mirage and Hound's quarters...
Mirage was leaning forwards, against the berth, Hound rubbing his back.
'You OK, Mirage?' Hound asked, worried for his bondmate's safety, and their twins.
Mirage took a deep breath. 'Yeah Hound. Sparklings really taking my energy away...' He winced when a sharp pain caused him to crouch down.
Hound helped him to his feet. 'I'm taking you to Ratchet now!'
Later that day...
All the Autobots stopped what they were doing, and looked up towards the med bay, at the sound of Mirage's screams, followed by a high pitch wailing.
Hound stepped out. 'Our daughter has arrived!', wiping the leaks from his optics.
Nitro squeaked, and ran up to his dad, giving him a hug, and followed him into the med bay.
Minutes later, a low pitch crying sounded.
'That's the mech,' Sideswipe sighed, patting his 8 months huge bump. 'Guess I'm next.'
Jazz didn't really believe so. He had his regular scans, and so far no change in the mechs, but the femme grew healthily while her brothers were suffering. It didn't seem fair. He truly reckon that soon there would be a change in the mechs, and then they'll need delivering.
Mirage needed a lot of rest, so some of the Autobots, including Optimus, all came along to see the twins.
Hound was holding their son in his arms, while the femme was sleeping with Mirage.
'Didn't really see your daughter then. She has the same colours as Mirage.' Optimus said.
'It's ok sir. And before Mirage fell asleep with our daughter, we chose names for the twins,' Hound responded. 'We're naming our son, Hund.'
'French for HOUND.' Bluestreak raised his optic. 'Spike mentioned about the french language. What about your daughter?'
'Mira.' Hound replied.
'The first 4 letters of "Mirage",' Proton said.
Hound nodded, turning to his sleeping bondmate and daughter. 'Our twins, Hund and Mira.'
Nitro was sat beside Mirage, looking at little Mira, sucking her thumb, both deep in recharge. Then little Mira yawned, and opened her optics, revealing bright sky-blue optics, and looked up at her brother.
'She's cute, dada!' Nitro called out.
Hound knelt down by Mira, and tickled her chin, making the sparkling squeak in delight.
The happy couple left the medic bay hours afterwards, with the 2 new additions to the family. Both sparklings were pronouced healthy, and were enjoying the life around them.
Hund would crawl around investigating all the new 'bits' around him, while Mira loved to stay with her parents; she did love their cuddles.
Jazz, now 7 months, could feel something wasn't right with the mechs. There wasn't a kick, or movement in a week. Prowl had noticed a lot of change in Jazz, and was worried. Ratchet expected Jazz to be pregnant for about 9 months, until the triplets would be cramped, and needed delivering.
'Dad, I can definitely see the change in Jazz,' he wanted to talk about the problem, and relieve it. 'I don't know what I can say to Jazz. We're both worried about the triplets. I can't say anything to cheer him up, unless he's been told for certain that the sparklings will be fine.'
'I understand, son,' Proton replied. 'I notice it too. All you can hope for is the next scan to reveal the results of the change in the mechs.'
As the 2 set of twins grew up, and their personalities coming through, Sideswipe and Smokescreen were preparing the berths for the twins.
'Everything's all set now,' Smokescreen stood back, admiring the new work.
Sideswipe was sat in the desk chair, his huge bump stood out more than the rest of him, and he smiled at the work. 'Thanks Smokey. Everything is definitely ready now.'
'It sure is. Dad's proud to welcome another set of twins into the family tree.'
'He sure is happy,' Sideswipe chuckled. 'Twin sons, twin grandsons. What next? Twin great-grandsons?'
'Could be.' Smokescreen raised his optic, in the 'exactly' way, to symbolize for definite. 'Bro passed the gene on, so now Dyon, or even Harmony could have twins when they are older.'
'Or my son with Jenno. Since the bond they formed since birth, they are both getting on well with each other.'
'Jenno saved Sunswipe from death. He should be grateful.'
'Yeah... But after what happened when I almost went offline sparking Sunswipe, what would happen with these twins?'
Smokescreen sighed. 'You've got Ratchet incase something goes wrong like last time, and you have me now.'
Sideswipe smiled. 'I'm glad I've got you to assist me.'
'And you're gonna put up with me for life.'
Sideswipe laughed. 'Energon please!'
Smokescreen nodded, and left the room.
He walked down the corridor and entered the rec room. Sunstreaker was there.
'How's bro?' the yellow lambo asked.
'Fine,' Smokescreen replied.
'Why do I feel a little worry in your tone?'
Smokescreen sighed. 'After what happened with Sunswipe, he's worried the same will happen with the twins.'
'Sides has us to assist. Feels like Bluestreak is being left out.'
'Yea... But I know Bluestreak is already a brilliant uncle to his nephews and nieces.'
'Yeah... I heard you and bro. Guess you better hurry and get the cube to him, before he goes 'into 1'.' Sunstreaker remineded him.
'Oh yeah.' Smokescreen picked a cube up. 'Catch you later.'
'Ok.'
As that week passed...
Jazz, now 7 1/2 months was worried now.
It was time for another scan on the triplets, and he was worried if something would go wrong. Prowl went along with him, to keep him in comfort; both were worried incase something went wrong with the triplets.
And it was bad.
'The mechs are different sizes now. 1 is smaller than his twin.' Ratchet points to a small blurr, and the bigger blurr next to it.
Jazz did cry. Prowl wrapped his arm around him, comforting him. But he already knew nothing would make him happy until the sparklings were given the OK for being healthy.
'What are the options, doc?' Prowl asked.
'Well, they can continue growing until the 9 month mark, to ensure the sparklings will all have a better chance of living when born. Or if I was to perform the C section now, it can be crucial to the sparklings' survival. I suggest leave it until you're 9 months gone, then come back for the C section. If the next few scans show more disastrous change, then they will need delivering. But first, come back every week for scans, to check on them, until the right time.'
He let them go out the med bay.
They had to deal with this new situation for more than a month, but Jazz was weak from what he heard, and so Prowl had to carry him to their chamber, where Jazz fell asleep in his arms. He just prayed to Primus that everything would go well.
Sideswipe, due in July in 2 months, was at 8 months pregnant, and very happy with the progress made...
He patted his bump. '8 long months gone already, just 2 to go.'
Smokescreen walked in with energon, and gives a cube to Sideswipe, and the cube was gone before Smokescreen could say 'Here's your cube.'
'You are going to lose all that weight once they're born.' he told Sideswipe.
'What got me to carry them?' Sideswipe replied.
Smokescreen smiled, and gives Sideswipe a hug. 'I can't wait for them to be born.'
He turned around when he spots his younger brother walk by the door.
Sideswipe looked at Smokescreen. 'Go help him.'
Smokescreen nodded and chased after Prowl.
'Hey bro!'
Prowl turned around. 'Hey Smokescreen...'
'Let me guess, it's happening with the sparklings?'
Prowl nodded. '1's bigger than the other. He's only a little bigger... It's just I don't like the way it's upsetting Jazz. I hate to see him suffer...'
'Well I know nothing I say will cheer this all up, but when they're born, give them all the love they need. I just hope those Decepticons aren't planning anything.'
'We haven't heard no scrap or plots from them in months. Something is definitely wrong bro, I know it.'
'But they haven't attacked in a while, Prowl. Let's get on with the new arrivals due, and hope everything goes well.'
As those weeks passed...
Late June 2005...
Sideswipe was berth ridden! Unable to walk, or get his own energon cubes, Smokescreen had to do it all.
Sunswipe would sit by his mum, and be patting his 9 month bump. 'Does this mean these are my step-brothers?' he asked.
Sideswipe nodded. 'Can't you wait to meet them?'
Sunswipe nodded. 'I can't wait mummy! I'll be the best big brother for them!'
Sideswipe smiled at his son, before a slight twinge took affect, and he groaned. 'Ow. Your brothers are really active.'
Sunswipe clapped childlishly. 'Can I feel them?'
He gently placed his hands on his mum's bump, and felt the kicks from inside. Then he drew back. 'They're turning?'
'Go get Smokescreen!' Sideswipe winced, with a small cry.
Sunswipe jumped off the berth, and ran out the room.
Smokescreen was in the rec room with Bluestreak and Proton.
'How's Sideswipe been, son?' Proton asked.
'Somewhat good. He's been berth ridden due to the massive size. But the doc said it'll all be over next week when they arrive. Everything's all set for the birth.' Smokescreen replied, sipping his energon.
Sunswipe ran into the rec room, and saw Smokescreen. He ran up to him, and hits his leg.
Smokescreen looked down, and picks him up. 'What's wrong Sunswipe?'
'Mummy in pain!' Sunswipe panted, catching his breath.
Smokescreen widened his optics, and ran out the room, energon spilling on the floor. Bluestreak jumped back not to get any spilt on his armour.
Sideswipe rolled over in pain, and winced as a contraction hit! 'OWW!'
Smokescreen ran into the room, and placed Sunswipe on the floor. He rushed over, picked up Sideswipe, and rushed to the medic bay.
Bluestreak ran off to find his twin, while Proton had gone searching for Ratchet to notify him about Sideswipe.
Bluestreak found his twin comforting Jazz. 'Sideswipe has just gone into labour.'
'But doesn't he have 4 weeks to go?' Prowl replied.
Bluestreak nodded. 'No stopping his labour now. Dad's gone to find the medic. Probably spending time with Hide.'
Ratchet was indeed. In his office, in the medic bay back room, with SteelHide running after his dad, and Amaryllis just shaking her head at her twin, FirstAid gleaming proudly at his brother and sister.
They all froze when Proton entered. Steelhide and Amaryllis hid behind Ironhide and Ratchet when the tall white and black came closer.
'Sideswipe's on his way Ratchet, in labour,' Proton told him.
'Damn!'
Ratchet pushed passed, and began setting up the equipment needed for the delivery. Proton and Ironhide both assisted, until Smokescreen rushed in with a screaming Sideswipe in his arms.
'Lay him down here!' Ratchet ordered.
Smokescreen laid Sideswipe gently on the berth, the red lambo wincing in pain.
'Oww!'
Ratchet checked over him, as Proton left the medic bay, Ironhide ushered the sparklings out, letting Ratchet get on with his work.
Proton headed to find Bluestreak, and found him with his twin and Jazz.
'Sideswipe's in the medic bay now, all safe and sound.'
'That's good...' Prowl replied, turning to Jazz, worried about. He looked back at his dad. 'Jazz's been sad since learning the twin is smaller than his twin.'
It was then that Jazz bowled over, lying on Prowl's lap, clawing at his armour.
Proton rushed over and helped pull Jazz off.
'Jazz!' Prowl gasped. 'What in Primus name are you doing?'
'It hurts!' the visored mech managed to reply. 'The sparkling's kick!'
'They're really active now.' Bluestreak said.
Then the sound of dripping made all their optics widen. Of course Proton was the 1 who had Jazz in his grip when he pulled him off his son, noticed the energy drops on his foot...
'Eww!' Bluestreak covered his optics.
'Get him to the medic bay!' Proton ordered.
Immediately, they were all on their feet. Proton carried Jazz to the medic bay, followed by Prowl.
'Bro! Look after the sparklings!' Prowl told him.
Bluestreak nodded, and rushed off to keep Jazzo and the others company.
Medic bay..
'Oww!' Sideswipe gasped from another contraction.
'Calm down Sideswipe. Breath on this!' Ratchet hands him the gas and air, as the red lambo took deep breaths.
Fast footsteps sounded. Ratchet turned towards the entrance, and gasped when Proton and Prowl rushed in, with a screaming Jazz. 'Not him too.'
'Yes. Jazz too.' Proton replied.
Ratchet smacked his head, and set up the other berth. 'Wheeljack! Perceptor! Get in here! It's a double birth!' the medic shouts into his comlink.
Immediately, Perceptor and Wheeljack rushed into the medic bay, and assisted the medic. Proton gently laid Jazz on the berth, the mech screaming in pain.
New travelled fast...
All the base had learned Sideswipe AND Jazz had both gone into labour! They all waitied anxiously in the rec room, awaiting the news that all 5 sparklings were OK.
But news came with Jazz...
'Due to the size of the twins, 1 being quite large, he's stuck!' Ratchet told Prowl. 'He'll need to emergency C-Section, NOW!'
Perceptor and Wheeljack set up the curtains, and drew them around Jazz's berth.
With Prowl's help, they carefully helped Jazz sit up.
'Jazz,' Ratchet said, as the visored mech looked at him. 'The sparkling is stuck. You need to C-Section immediately. What will happen is you'll get an injection, that will numb your body. You'll only feel small tugging as we pull the sparklings out, but nothing more than small tugs. Once born, the sparklings will go into these incubators that will help them breath.'
Jazz nodded, and held Prowl's hand, as Ratchet injected the fluid into his back.
Sideswipe took deeps breaths with the gas and air. 'Uurrggghh...' he moaned during the deep breaths.
'You're doing well Sideswipe,' Perceptor said, looking in the birth hole. 'I can see the top of the head. It's a blue colour.'
Smokescreen smiled, and squeezed Sideswipe's hand, showing the red lambo of how proud he would be.
Wheeljack assisted Ratchet in performing the C-Section on Jazz. Both had face masks on, and of course Prowl had to. A curtain was pulled over Jazz's chest, so he couldn't see what was going on.
Everyone were waiting anxiously in the rec room, as screams and cries where heard coming from Sideswipe, but not from Jazz.
'I guess Jazz needed the C-Section then.' Proton said.
'Is that bad dad?' Bluestreak asked.
'No, son. But it does mean Jazz will need to stay in the medic bay longer than Sideswipe. Giving birth naturally then the C-Section takes the mother less time to heal. I just hope the triplets are OK.'
Jazz squeezed Prowl's hand when he felt the sharp tug inside him. Prowl's whispers kept Jazz calm, as Ratchet carried on working.
Sideswipe clasped Smokescreen's hand, and pushed with all his might.
'1 more and you have a sparkling,' Perceptor said.
Sideswipe gave it all he had, and a sparkling's cry caught the whole medic bay's attention, including the rec room, as Perceptor holds up the small blue, red and yellow sparkling, with blue doorings, and yellow horns on his head.
Smokescreen wiped his tear away. He was a dad now! Perceptor weighed the sparkling, and wrapped him warm in a blanket, and hands him to Smokescreen, who craddles his first son. Sideswipe looked up at their son, and strokes the sparkling's cheek,
'Oohh..' Jazz took a deep breath.
'Sorry about that Jazz. I haven't performed a C-Section since delivering Prowl and Bluestreak.' Ratchet said, continueing his work. Prowl smiled.
Perceptor prepared the incubators, as the moment was nearly there.
'A ha... found them,' Ratchet said, and begins working. With a few tugs, and a sparkling's cry alerted Jazz and Prowl.
Wheeljack and Ratchet worked behind the screen, and Ratchet lifts up a black and white sparkling, with red horns, white doorwings with the number 4 on each one, and a visor over his left optic. The sparkling wailed loudly.
'That was the mech taking all the energy?' Jazz asked.
'Yeah, this is he,' Ratchet replied, and hands him to Wheeljack.
Wheeljack cleaned the sparkling, and checks him over. 'He's 15.6kgs Ratchet.'
'That's only premature by a few pounds. He'll be fine, but to be safe, he needs the incubator.' Ratchet said, continueing his work.
Sideswipe gave an almight push for the twin. He felt bigger than his twin already born.
'Another push Sideswipe.' Perceptor said.
Sideswipe complied, squeezing Smokescreen's hand.
Ratchet found another sparkling, and gave a tug, pulling it out. The sparkling gave a high pitch cry as it was born. 'It's the femme.' the doc said, handing her to Wheeljack.
He cleaned the sparkling, and weighed her. '13.9kg.'
'She'll need a week or 2 in the incubator,' Ratchet said.
Wheeljack nodded, and placed the femme inside the incubator.
'Push Sideswipe!'
The red lambo gave it all this effort, and a sparkling was born. He looked as Perceptor lifts up another blue, red and yellow sparkling, who looked exactly like his twin.
'Congratulations, Smokescreen and Sideswipe, you have identical twin mechs.' Perceptor said.
Smokescreen gives Sideswipe a kiss, now the proud father of twins. Perceptor brought over the crying twin, and places him in Sideswipe's arms. Perceptor cleaned up the berth from the births, and checks Sideswipe is OK.
'And you're OK, Sideswipe. No breathing problems.' Perceptor assured them.
'Thanks Perceptor,' Smokescreen said, and looks back at his twins.
The eldest was sleeping in his arms, while the younger twin was in Sideswipe's arms, leaning his head over his mother's spark chamber, sleeping peacefully.
Ratchet continued working to get the last sparkling out, the mech who was suffering the twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. 'He must be really small then.'
Rumerging around, he sighed. 'He must have died. There's no sign of him.'
Jazz let out his tears, giving Prowl's hand a squeeze. No matter what, he would see himself as a mother of 8, not 7. Prowl felt the same, wanting to be a father of 8 and not 7.
'Oh...' Ratchet gasped. 'Found him!'
The parents sighed with relief.
'And he's really REALLY tiny! He's slightly bigger than my hand,' Ratchet said.
Jazz and Prowl exchanged worried glances.
But Ratchet got to work, and pulled out the small sparkling, which didn't cry when born, like his twin and sister.
To show the proud parents, Ratcthet held up in 1 hand, a tiny white and black sparkling with red horns, white doorwings.
'e's really small doc,' Jazz gasped.
Ratchet hands him to Wheeljack, with a small wristband on his wrist, reading 'Fragile. Handle me with care.' Wheeljack cleaned him up, weighed him, and placed him in the seperate incubator.
Ratchet stitched up Jazz, as Wheeljack gasped at the weigh in. 'Ratchet, he's only 9.8kg!'
'That's way too premature. The smallest sparkling to survive on Cybertron was 11kgs. I'm sorry you two,' Ratchet turned to Jazz and Prowl.
'No!' Jazz cried.
'Then we'll make his life worth fighting for doc!' Prowl said.
Ratchet nodded in agreement.
The rest of the Autobots knew the sparklings were all here, and had come in to see.
'We only heard 4 cries. What about number 5?' Bluestreak asked.
He caught his brother and Jazz peering inside the incubator, where Bluestreak laid his optics on a tiny bundle. He walked over and peered inside. 'He's really small. Dad, look.'
Proton walked over and peered inside. 'He is small... Primus, he needs a miracle!'
Born July 1st
Outside the base, on the hill top...
3 figures all stood in a row, facing the base below.
'They'll be surprised to see us, after such a long time,' a deepish, femme spoke.
'Ya think man, it's been over 4 millions years since teh all seen us,' a beatish, mech spoke.
'I can't wait to see my twins from so long. I hope our pal took care of them all.' another mech spoke, but he sounded more charming and calm.
The birth of all 9 sparklings has arrived and gone...
The medic twins, the invisible and scout's twins, the twin's twins, and the premature triplets. What will become of the tiny little sparkling.
Read on to find out. Please review if you haven't.
