Sunstreaker raised one optic ridge as he peered at his twin, who stood in the entry way. He huffed under his breath in annoyance, and tried to put aside the urge to question his brother's sanity; he failed. With a large leap, he jumped off the edge of the berth and once he was within a few feet of him, stopped and crossed his arms.

"Alright slag-of-brains," he sassed, "Explain to me why you think that glitch of a femme has any effect on us whatsoever."

Sideswipe lifted his optics and stared his brother down as he spoke, "Answer me this first—how much of our lessons over mating rituals do you remember?"

"What the frag does this have to do with the femme—?"

"Just answer my question." Sideswipe interjected.

"I know just as much about it as you do, afthead." Sunstreaker scoffed in frustration, "What's your point?"

"Then surely you remember about spark matches—?" Before Sideswipe could finish his question, his brother became livid. He took a step closer, locked optics with him, and said in a threatening tone: "If you're trying to get at what I think you are, then forget it. It's not happening."

"Sunny, I'm begging you; calm down. Hear me out," Sideswipe begged as he tried to ease his flustered sibling, "Haven't you noticed it? Our sparks pull towards her. We can't get her out of our processors. Even our berserker programming has been on standby ever since we set optics upon her damaged form. You don't find that unusual? You don't think that there could be a possibility that she could be our sparkmatch?"

"Your processors must be damaged! Slag, you don't even know that femme's designation!" Sunstreaker barked hoarsely.

"We can find out the femme's name easily. I'm willing to bet that if we got to know her, you will see that I'm right." Sideswipe insisted.

"Slag no!" Sunstreaker shook his head in disbelief, "You need to stay away from that femme! She's been nothing but trouble since the very beginning!"

"You may be my twin, but you can not tell me who I can and can not speak with. I will show you that this femme is our sparkmatch one way or another." Sideswipe said.

"Glitch head! You stay away from her! I mean it!" Sunstreaker snarled as brushed past his twin to leave their shared room. Sideswipe turned sharply to follow his brother out.

"Sunstreaker! If I prove to you that this is true. That the femme within the medbay is our sparkmatch would you give it a shot?" Sideswipe tried to reason.

"Get this through your thick helmed processor. That femme is not our sparkmatch. Even if she was, what would make her want to be with us? Did you even think for one astro-second what that femme would even want? If you really want to try out what your glitched processor is coming up with, than be my guest but don't bring me into it." Sunstreaker said as he transformed into his alt mode and sped away from his brother.

Sideswipe sighed though his nasal cavities as he opened up a comm link to Ratchet. "Ratchet? Can I meet up with you? I have a couple of questions regarding the femme in the mad bay."

"If your questions are even remotely stupid slagger than don't even think about wasting my time." Ratchet snarked.

"Trust me Ratchet when I say that it is very important and I need to talk with you as soon as possible." Sideswipe said.

"If you are serious about asking questions that I can answer about my patient than we can meet up in the med bay within four earth hours." Ratchet stated.

"Thanks. See you then." Sideswipe bid as he signed off.


Jazz stood waiting outside of the med bay doors as he gathered his thoughts within his frazzled processor. Jazz jolted a bit when he heard the internal ping of a comm being sent to him. He sent a command to open the comm that was sent to him.

"Are you going to come in or are going to keep blocking the entrance of my med bay?" Ratchet's huffy voice came through.

"Sorry Ratch'. Just lost within mah processor. How is the femme?" Jazz asked.

"Well if you were to enter into the med bay than you can find out for yourself." Ratchet mocked.

Jazz sighed as he sent a command to open the doors of the med bay. As the doors swooshed up he was greeted with the tired and stern looking face of Ratchet. Jazz noticed movement from the right side of Ratchet and turned his head to peer at the young femme that was occupying the berth within the middle of the med bay. He noticed the femmes optics eye him up and down. As if trying to determine if he was a danger to her or not. Jazz side step away from Ratchet to get a better view of the femme to introduce himself.

"Hey. Meh name is Jazz pretty little lady. What is yours?" Jazz inquired.

Jazz watched as the femme seem to hesitate for a split second as if debating on how she should answer that question. Finally the femme seem to decide what she wanted to do and stood up from the berth and slowly make her way over to him.

"Hello Jazz. My name is Marie. Nice to meet you." Marie stated while sticking out her servo.

Jazz felt a smile pull at the ends of his lip plates as he put out his servo to shack her hand in greeting.

"Now little lady there is much you and I need to talk about. If that is ok with ya?" Jazz questioned.

"That is alright." Marie stated.

"What if anything do you know about the culture you have been thrust into?" Jazz asked.

"I know nothing of your culture." Marie stated.

"Let me give ya a history on Cybertronian protocols regarding families. Within our culture, since the very beginning of our sparking, family has been ingrained as something that is of high regard. Now within our society all Cybertronians have bonds to be able to function properly from day to day living. Now what a bond is, is a connection between two or more sparks. A spark is our very essence, our soul if you well. Our sparks need that connection with another to be able to function properly. So there are different types of bonds out there; such as, creator/creation bonds, sibling bonds, symbiont/creator bonds, sparkmate bonds, guardian/charge bond and lastly something that hasn't been used since the early stages of the war and has been banned from ever being used servant/master bands. The one type of bonds that I think would be the most efficient to talk about with you right now would be the creator/creation bond. When it comes to these types of bonds I want you to think of how the humans have adopted children and biological children. That in a way is the same with us. We have bonds with our own biological sparklings but we can as well establish a bond with orphaned sparks. Usually for this to occur the orphaned spark and the adult spark need to be able to resonate with one another before a bond could be established with each other." Jazz stated.

"Are these bonds important for one to function within a society though?" Marie inquired.

"Yes. Our sparks naturally look for another spark to connect with. It helps to stabilize our sparks. Whether that is with a familial unit or sparkmates is up to the bot. The younger the bot is the more the spark needs to have a bond with another to help stabilize the spark. Tell me have you felt anything within your spark?" Jazz asked.

"Do you mean when I feel like something in my chest is trying to get out? Because if you are referring to that then yes." Marie responded.

"Alright, where is your spark pulling towards." Jazz asked.

Marie sat still for a moment and closed her optics to help her focus in on the direction that her spark was pulling her towards. "I feel like the tugging is going to two different directions. As if it can't decide where it wants to go to first. I feel a tug pulling me directly forward and the second set of tugging is pulling me to the left."

Jazz furrowed his optic ridges in confusion as he turned to stare behind Marie to peer at Ratchet. Jazz discretely opened a comm link to Ratchet to question him about what Marie had discussed.

"Ratchet? Does that mean what I think it means?" Jazz inquired.

"It depends on what you think it means." Ratchet huffed back.

"It either means one of two thinks Ratchet. One is that she could have two possibilities for having a creator and creation bond, or she could have a creator and creation with one mech and a sparkmatch with another." Jazz responded.

"It means, you lucky slagger is that you have the chance to establish a bond with her. If she so deems it. It also means that she does have a sparkmatch out there waiting for her. Optimus and I have an inkling of who it is her sparkmatch is; however, I hesitate to tell you. I would also recommend for you not to tell the youngling anything about her having a sparkmatch yet." Ratchet grumbled.

"I will leave it be for right now; however, if it does become of importance I will find out." Jazz warned.

"That is understandable. Now I would recommend give your attention back to the youngling because she seems to have gotten confused as to why you stopped explaining things to her." Ratchet huffed.

Jazz felt his frame jump with shock as he realized that Marie was indeed staring at him. Slag it. He was a special ops for frags sake he shouldn't have missed something like this. One optic ridge was raised as she stared at him in the optics as if asking 'Are you done, or do you want to continue?' Jazz gave the youngling a sheepish smile as he turned his full attention back to her.

"Sorry about that sweetspark. I had to ask Ratchet a quick question." Jazz quickly explained.

"That is alright. Could you please explain to me about the tugging I am feeling in my chest though? You know before you decide to longingly lock eyes onto Ratchet again." Marie sassed. Ratchet could be heard sputtering in the background after Marie had made that statement.

Jazz gave a small quirk of a smile before speaking. "Sweetling if anything Ratchet would be the one to stare longingly inta meh optics."

"Like slag I would you fragger!" Ratchet snarled.

"Now the reason you are feeling tugging within your chest is because you have found a spark that resonates with your own." Jazz continued to speak ignoring Ratchet completely.

"Wait. You mean to tell me that I am looking for a family? From people I don't even fucking know?" Marie grunted.

"Yes. Your spark is not old enough for it to be stabilized by itself. Not only that but you know nothing of the society that you have been thrust into. Your spark; however, does know what it wants and needs to function properly. You could very well go into sparkrest if you do not at least form some bond." Jazz soothingly explained.

"You do realize how fucked up this sounds right? I mean I know nothing of the people that this thing in my chest is pulling towards, let alone do I want this!" Marie snarled.

Jazz stared at her for a moment before slowly opening his mouth. "Would you like a little bit of time to process this information before we discuss anything more?"

"Yes. I need time to gather my thoughts on what the fucking hell you are trying to explain to me. I am not trying to be rude to you and your people on your society; however, this is something that is completely out of my comfort zone right now and I need some time to just adjust to all of this. And I do mean all of this. I mean come on here. I just found out that I am no longer human anymore. Don't you think you guys are rushing this stuff at all?" Marie thundered.

Jazz and Ratchet locked optics with each other before Jazz turned his attention back towards Marie.

"I understand and we will leave you be for the time being. Take as much time as you need and if you need anything do not hesitate to find Ratchet, Optimus, or I." Jazz said

Marie hummed and nodded her head as she turned her head to stare at her servos. Jazz stood for a couple of more seconds before slowly turning and leaving out the med bay doors.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody! Sorry about taking so long to update this. College has been super busy with finals, essay, test, and research paper. Thankfully the next couple of weeks I have more time to write, so therefor I will be writing a lot more, meaning I will be posting more chapters within the next couple of weeks. I also might post a Christmas one shot on Christmas Day. See you on the next update. Happy readings! -Spectra