Alright, this is for the people who begged me to update even though I was working on revising the first fifty chapters.

Thanks to:

LittleMissDreamer7 - Lol I know. Well, we do have a couple of days break in the fall (like a four day weekend) and then almost a month off for winter break between semisters. Then, it's about three months for summer vacation and about a week for spring vacation. I shall try to update!

FoxyAlterEgos - lol =3 thanks for the review.

GaarasMyBoyzz - I survived the hurricane =)

BumbleBee's Angel - here is your update.

fanmanbookman - I apologize once again. I probably should have put a warning at the beginning, but, then again, almost nobody reads my authors notes.

gemava - like, what are you hoping for? a mark of Primus or something? I might be able to come up with that, but I don't want to have her turn into a mary-sue or something like that 'cause she's already the new Allspark.

Mrs. Godric Bringham - lol was that a 'I liked it'?

FORD B - Yeah, that was kind of awkward to write, but I promised...so I delivered.

freeprincess - lol yeah...like I said I just combined everything I've read about interfacing =3

The Result of Squffie - lol! My family and I all have countries that we are. My oldest sis is Greece, I am America (I got him on a quiz), my other sis is Russia, my dad is Germany, and my mom is Latvia (she just chose the country.)

musiclovr16 - aww thanks for the review.

Coka Cookie Cola - lolz yes she did. A sexy bumblebee. thanks for the review!

warriorkat21 - lol! yeah, I tried to make him spazzy.

SamWhitlock - You didnt think you'd like the story or the lemon? I mean, I like constructive criticism =)

psychicgirl32 - lol I'm glad you think it was good. =3

Jasha Maroi - Aah, should I have put a warning up? I mean, several people asked for a lemon, so I gave them a lemon. *shrug*

bee-roxs98 - Silvershot is going to have a chapter to himself soon. Well, mostly to himself. It's going to have Ratchet, Prowl, and Jazz in it, too.

Itany - lol! Well, I'm glad it was good enough for your expectations. Yeah, they can interface like three ways, but they each have different meanings and stuff.

shippolove844 - lol thanks for the review.

thablueGRRL - thanks for the review!

XxLadyChaosxX - right so I sent you a message for the first review you left. The second review - it is purely creative liberties. I've done my research. I've conversed with people about how they think Cybertronians interface. In the old G1 cartoon version, they did it with cables to uplink. Others think that they can interface just with their sparks and exchanging energy, but they can choose who they bond with. Even others think they have male and female parts like humans. I basically just mixed everything together about what I researched and read together to create this chapter. So, it's not totally wrong.


Chapter Fifty One

Cybertronian Illness


Time moved fairly quickly after the Halloween party. Sam forgave Ariastra for her little temper tantrum, but Mikaela had insisted that she didn't have to apologize. Ariastra was bonded to Bumblebee and this, in comparison to humans, meant that the two were married. It was like Sam didn't want them to consummate their marriage when the two had the right to do so.

Ron and Judy spent Sam's winter break on Diego Garcia, along with Sam and Mikaela, spending time with Ariastra, Bumblebee, and little Silvershot. They had fun spending time with the other Autobots, but there have been recent sightings of Decepticons. They were always brief, and they never targeted a human area, so there was no cause for concern…just yet.

It wasn't until February that Ariastra began to feel strange. It wasn't that she was hurting or that she was feeling dizzy. It was more like she was tired. Her processor and systems seemed to be running slower than normal. She recharged more often and after two weeks of this behavior, Chromia went to talk to her daughter.

Ariastra? Are you busy at the moment? She sent a private communications message to the black and red femme. She was in her and Bumblebee's shared quarters, spending time with her youngling.

No, not at the moment. Silvershot and I are spending some time together, but we can make room for you.Ariastra replied with a happy and curious expression. Chromia frowned at the way her exhaustion carried over to her through their messages.

If I'm not interrupting anything. The blue femme replied with a cheerful voice. It was slightly forced but Ariastra didn't catch it. Her sisters gave her encouraging smiles and Elita gave her a pat on the shoulder plates. She was not one to openly talk about such things, but she had a suspicion of what was going on with her daughter. She had never experienced it, of course, but that did not mean she didn't have knowledge of it.

You aren't. We're just chilling.She replied and Chroma cycled her intakes in the form of a sigh. She nodded to her sisters and Elita, making her way to her daughter's room.

Before Chromia had contacted her, the black and red femme had been lying on her back with Silvershot on her stomach. He had gone through another growth spurt and now stood t about mid-thigh level. He had to scan another alt mode, too. He now took the form of a tablet pc. He was still the cutest thing she had laid optics on, however, and nothing would change that.

"Momma feeling better?" he asked, nuzzling into her chest. She was in her larger form, somehow feeling a lot better if she were in that form. She didn't feel so confined. A sudden energy jolt shifted in her chest and she jumped, but played it off as something that would happen from time to time.

She wished Bumblebee were there, but he was busy with Sam. It was a Wednesday – another few days before he would be able to come back to Diego Garcia.

"Yes, my young one. Momma's feeling better with you here." She said with a smile. Silvershot cooed in content, nuzzling at her chest plating. The gentle action caused her to wince – the area was very sensitive for some reason. Another energy spike flared in her chest and she couldn't hold back the worried feeling that had begun to develop.

Bumblebee had almost immediately contacted her through their bond.

Ari? What is it? What's wrong? He questioned in a concerned voice. Nobody had told him about her sudden lack of energy and sluggishness. They didn't want him to worry when he was taking care of Sam. She decided that he didn't need to know at the moment, but another spike of energy – stronger than the last two – caused her to pause and reevaluate the situation.

"I don't know what's wrong… she started, slowly sitting up as Silvershot twittered nonsense …my chassis is sensitive and my spark is having energy spikes." She continued. She was slowly putting two and two together, but she had no idea if it were true. She and Bumblebee had interfaced several more times over the months, but sparking a child so soon was nearly unheard of. Perhaps she was twice as fertile because of the extra Allspark energy?

She became nervous. If she was carrying, what was happening to her now? Was this something that was normal?

I want you to go see Ratchet. He'll know what's wrong. Bumblebee sent several chirps and whirrs of concern through their bond and she gently embraced him through it. She let out a chuckle as he hugged her back a bit more fiercely. He was a protective young bot.

"But what if he's busy? He's been in meetings with Optimus lately. The soldiers are trying to start up a new organization called NEST. It's because of all the Decepticon sightings in unpopulated areas." She paused as she felt her energy level being drained a bit, "So that when they finally target inhabited areas, they'll be ready."

Then go see Jolt. He's been training underneath Ratchet long enough. Bumblebee grumbled, I don't see why you haven't told me this before. How long have you been feeling this way?

"Um…for about two weeks?" she quietly responded.

And you didn't tell me until just now? He questioned in a hurt tone. She sent her shame and remorse through their bond and he tightened his embrace.

"I didn't want you to worry. The Decepticons might be after Sam and you're his only defense." She whispered as she nuzzled into his hold through their bond. She felt his reassurance and acceptance.

Don't worry. I trust Ratchet and Jolt, even though I haven't known the latter for long. He said, They are trustworthy mechs.

"I know, love. I love you." She sighed over their bond.

And I love you, My Princess. He cooed. She was about to respond, but she felt another little energy spike. She brought up a hand and rubbed at the sensitive armor covering her chest. It was then that she heard a knock on the door. She slowly got off the bed, feeling a bit lethargic, and answered it. Chromia let out a breath of air, similar to a gasp, at the sight of her dimmed optics.

"Primus, Ari!" she exclaimed, taking the youngling from her arms. She gave a small sigh of relief and invited the blue femme into her quarters. She shook her head and, instead, invited her to go outside. Her excuse was that the black and red femme needed some outside time. Ariastra nodded her head and the three of them slowly walked outside, where Prowl greeted the two of them.

"Greetings." He said, nodding his helm as the two femmes walked by. His optics widened slightly as he spotted Silvershot in Chromia's arms. The youngling ducked his head down shyly and Ariastra laughed.

"Why are you not with Optimus, Ratchet, Dad and the military men?" the black and red femme questioned. He looked to her, optics occasionally shifting towards the youngling being held by Chromia.

"I am on my way to the meeting. Optimus requested that I retrieve the data pads regarding the Decepticon sightings." He replied dutifully as he held up said data pad.

"Ah." Ariastra said with a nod. She noticed that his optics kept shifting to her youngling and she smiled. "Would you like to hold him?" she questioned and Prowl's optics brightened a little bit.

"If it would not cause trouble." He said, "But it seems as if your youngling is afraid of me. The logical choice would be to let the young one decide." The tactician said with a nervous twitch of his mouth. It had been a long time since he had seen a youngling, let alone hold one, and he didn't want to botch this up.

"Alright." The black and red femme turned to her child. "Silvershot, would you like Prowl to hold you?"

He had gone quiet while burying his face in Chromia's chassis. He peered up at the large highway patrolman colored mech. He hadn't changed his pain since coming to Diego Garcia and she had a feeling that he wouldn't unless Optimus asked him to. After a few minutes of deliberation, he nodded and Prowl's optics lit up like a light on a Christmas tree.

Prowl carefully leaned down and offered the servo that was not occupied to the youngling. Silvershot carefully climbed onto Prowl's offered servo, staring up at him with bright optics. Ariastra smiled as the two stared at each other for a few moments. The small silver youngling smiled and let out a couple of chirping noises and cooed. Prowl shifted so that he was holding Silvershot protectively in front of his chassis, a rare smile spreading across his face as well. It was then that Airastra had an idea.

"Prowl, would you like to watch Silvershot for the day?" she questioned, "'Shot, is that alright with you?"

"Can he, Momma?" the little youngling asked with wide optics. His voice was filled with excitement.

"I would be honored to watch the little one. I will teach him about tactics if he so wishes." They all looked at the little youngling and the two femmes laughed when he nodded his head before turning to Ariastra.

"Prowly's cool like Jazzy!" and the two femmes laughed even harder.

"Well, there you have it, Prowl." Chromia smirked before grabbing the black and red femme's arm and leading her out of the hanger. Now they could have girl talk without having to scar the youngling's processor for life. The two walked by the warrior twins, who were basking in the sun, and waved as Sides let out the Cybertronian version of a whistle. Ariastra laughed and flipped him the bird before settling in the sun next to Chromia.

"What did you want to talk about, Mom?" she questioned. Chromia felt her spark swell when she felt her daughter use the term and nervously twittered. She cycled her vents before deciding to come straight out with her suspicions.

"You and Bumblebee interfaced on Halloween, right? How many times would you say you've interfaced since then?" she questioned, causing Arianna to choke on air. Her intakes sputtered and she started to cough.

"W-what?" she coughed out, "Um…I don't know. Maybe a few times a month for…about three months?" she sighed before realizing that her mother had the same suspicions that she did.

"I think we have the same suspicions, but I have to tell you that Cybertronian pregnancies are different than human ones. I suspect you are in the stage where the small spark is trying to separate from yours. It goes to the sparkling chamber after that…" she trailed off with a worried expression.

"What is it?" the black and red femme questioned with a hint of concern in her voice. She brought up a hand as she felt her spark give off another energy spike. To think that it was a little spark trying to separate from her own was kind of scary and exiting at the same time. She couldn't wait to tell Bumblebee! But, she wanted to wait until she could talk to Ratchet and confirm her and her mother's suspicions.

"This is the stage that you need your bonded the most. He is the one who will support your energy spikes and give you strength when you need it the most." Chromia said in concern, "I worry about you because Bumblebee isn't here and that puts a strain on your spark. No matter how close he is, he still isn't by your side and that could cause problems for this phase." She sighed.

Ariastra was about to say something to her, but her spark gave a large energy spike. She paused, intakes struggling to pull in air to cool her systems. She let out a little whine and clutched at her chest plates, right over where her spark was pulsing twice as fast as normal. After her spark's energy spike died down, her energy became low and concentrated around her sparkling chamber. Her engine sputtered dully and her audio receptors started to fail.

The red and black femme fell backward on the ground as Chromia screamed for one of the twins to help her. She sent an emergency data burst to both Ratchet and Ironhide while reaching out for the dormant maternal bond that lay between them. She stood as Sideswipe appeared by her side, gently picking up the lightly quivering femme and started to sprint the Medical Bay. Sunstreaker and Chromia were barely two steps behind him.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world in Tranquility, Bumblebee was having a conniption fit. He was safely in Sam's garage, but he felt like blowing something up. The large yellow and black mech was almost, in a sense, having a panic attack. His spark was working overtime as he felt his bonded's weakness. He tried to contact her several times, but it was like she was unable to respond to him.

"Hey, Bee, can you…" Sam stopped talking as he saw the distraught look on Bumblebee's face. "Bee, what's wrong? Is something wrong with the others?"

The scout didn't respond for a few moments as his optics dimmed.

"Something's wrong with Ari."