Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. This is another little dream/nightmare story from a plot bunny that visited me. This has slash and m preg. No like – no read. This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy!
Bumblebee was confused, as he had woken up in a very strange dark room. He looked around and saw oversized furniture as well as toys, but it did not make sense. Nothing did. And while he was looking, he saw the metallic bars in front of him. He did not know how he got captured, but he knew he had to leave. And so, with a lot of effort, Bumblebee finally got himself up onto his aft. He was able to see better, and now realized that the top to this prison was open. Hoping to escape, little Bee (though he did not know he was little yet) tried several times before he was able to get himself up over the bars and onto the floor on the other side. He was not sure what was going on, but thought that keeping quiet was probably best.
And upon seeing the opened door on the other side of the room, Bumblebee tried to walk, but his legs refused to bear his weight. It was at this point Bee made a terrifying discovery – he was only a sparkling. And so, having figured that out and not wanting to know whose sparkling he was, Bee silently scurried out the door and crawled down the long hallway that lead toward the stairway. As he was crawling, Bee stopped by a room, and was shocked by who he saw in another crib, it was little Bulkhead and Optimus, both of whom had crawled out of the crib and were going with Bee, crawling down the long hallway towards the steps.
As the three crawled on, they passed a room where they heard loud snoring. They peaked in, as the door was open. The shock that met their optics was indescribable as three sets of optics laid eyes upon their "creators" Longarm and Wasp, and Wasp was expecting. Not wanting to be taken care of by these bots, all three little sparklings quietly crawled along and crawled down the stairs silently. And with very little effort, the three managed to find an unlock door and soon were gone, out in to the big scary world, but the three figured that together they would be safe and hoped that they could find good Autobot creators to take care of them.
Wasp aroused suddenly, from a dream, with a strange, worried feeling in his gut, as if something was not right. And no, though he was 8 months along, he had never had morning sickness once. Wasp continued to fret, though over what, he knew not as he was on bedrest. Soon enough, Wasp's worrying woke his sparkmate, Long Arm, who looked at his mate with a strange look.
"What is wrong dear?" Longarm asked as he lovingly stroked his sparkmate to soothe the bot.
"I have a bad feeling that something has happened to the sparklings" replied Wasp, looking into his sparkmate's optics with all seriousness.
"Oh they are probably just sleeping quietly for once. Don't worry about them, go back to sleep and you will see them in the morning" replied Long Arm, falling back into recharge.
"Alright, if you say so" replied Wasp, as the bot soon fell back into a restless recharge, still unaware that he was right, that something had happened to the sparklings.
Meanwhile, as the sparklings crawled through the streets, they found that finding a good Autobot creator would be easier said than found. But nevertheless the three little sparklings plugged on throughout the night until they made it to a nicer looking part of town. Thankfully, all the little sparklings knew that they had Autobot symbols on them and so that they knew that they would be accepted by real Autobot creators. And soon, the three little sparklings crawled up to a particular step, and Optimus, being the tallest one, reached up and pressed the door bell.
Inside the house, Prowl and Jazz were just getting their little ones up when they heard the door bell ring. Jazz, the pregnant one, soon looked out and found the three lost little sparklings. He took one look at them and brought them all in, hoping nothing and no one had followed the little ones. Soon enough, Prowl and Jazz had incorporated the little ones they found into their brood and let all he other Autobots know by secret code that the sparklings were theirs so that if any Cons came around, the Autobots would not send these precious sparklings back to the Cons. Fortunately for Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bee, Neither Longarm nor Wasp had told anybody that they had any sparklings yet.
That same morning, over in the Decepticon area, Wasp and Longarm woke and found the house eerie silent. Wasp worried, passed out, while Longarm searched the rooms, and realized that all three of the little ones were gone and there was no way to find them as it was obvious that they had been gone for some time. Longarm walked back to his mate, saddened. Where could the little ones have gone?
Meanwhile, Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bee were happy where they were, with Prowl and Jazz as well as their other sparklings. Bee, the smallest one, was happiest as Jazz loved to hold him, and Jazz was rewarded when he heard Bee say this
"Mama" said Bee.
Jazz and Prowl, proud of the little one, praised the little one, who was slightly behind his larger counter parts. But the best thing of all was that all three of the runaway sparklings felt safe and content. And as Bee fell into recharge for a nap after having drunken a full bottle of low grade energon….
Bee suddenly sat up in his berth, laughing at the absurd dream he had just had. It was craziness, and Bee knew it, and so laughing a little bit, Bee soon curled back up and fell back asleep, snuggled in between his two bond mates Optimus and Bulkhead.
Meanwhile, in a prison somewhere faraway, Wasp woke up in a panic. He had never pictured himself as a pregnant mother nor would he ever let his sparklings crawl away. Wasp splashed some coolant on his face before trying to go back to sleep, hoping to have a good dream this time.