Pairings:

MegatronxOptimus Prime

WheeljackxBulkhead

RatchetxIronhide

SmokescreenxBumblebee

BreakdownxKnock Out

JazzxProwl

ElitaxOptimus Prime

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, birth, and mpreg. And mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.

"That's it Swoop. You're doing great. Just a few more sips," Optimus said, encouraging his brother to drink.

Swoop finished off the cube and rested. He was slowly getting back up to health. It had taken a while for the others to get used to Optimus coming back. Ironhide and Ratchet were the most glad out of the group. Starscream left back to his side a few days ago. Officially it had been 4 weeks since Optimus' revival, 4 months away from the old one. And that wasn't the worse of it. Jasper, Nevada was destroyed by the High Council, but everyone made it out in time. The children were playing video games in their area when they heard the wet slash of something.

"Ratchet! Are you alright?" asked Ironhide, getting to his mate's side.

Ratchet continued to purge and grasp his stomach. After he had stopped he took a breath and wiped at his mouth. He stared at the half-processed fuel and gagged. He didn't know what had caused the sickness. He felt pain in his lower abdomen and gasped. Ironhide stayed by his side and rubbed his back. What could be wrong with his mate? Did he catch a virus?

"Let's get you scanned," said Ironhide, taking his mate to the medibay.

The black mech set his mate down and grabbed a scanner. Blue beams shot out and scanned the medic from helm to pede. The results came back and Ratchet quickly scanned them before letting out another gasp of pain.

"I-ironhide," Ratchet breathed out, "go get Perceptor."

"What's wrong?" asked Ironhide.

"I'm about to bring some little ones into this world," said Ratchet.

At first Ironhide didn't understand, then called for the scientist when he did. He got to his mate's side and grabbed his servo. They had a few hours before his valve was wide enough for the sparklings to get through.

"I don't understand how we didn't know," said Ironhide.

"Neither do I. But now is not the time to be pondering on that," said Ratchet, the contractions getting worse.

The microscope mech rushed in and got to the machines to monitor the medic. He told Ratchet to open his panel so that he could check the dilation of his valve. Ratchet obeyed and waited. Perceptor was surprised to find him almost ready to spark. He informed the older mech and got things ready around the medibay. Ironhide was a nervous wreck, but stayed calm. After an hour or so Ratchet was finally ready.

"Ok, when the next one hits, I want you to push," Perceptor instructed.

Ratchet nodded and got ready. He pushed on the next wave of pain and felt the first one move down. The same process was repeated until each sparkling was there. (I'm not feeling up to real graphic right now). Perceptor cleaned off each and handed them over. There was two femmes and one little mech. The black mech was the first one born, who Ironhide named Ironfrost. The next was a pink femme with black highlights, named Trailblazer. The third femme was mainly white with some teal and orange streaks. Ratchet had named her Skylar.

"They're perfect Ratchet," said Ironhide.

"Indeed they are," said Ratchet. "This birth had to be one of the quickest I have ever witnessed, much less be the one delivering."

"We'll tell them later. Get some rest. I'll watch over them," said Ironhide, taking his children into his arms.