Pairings:

MegatronxOptimus Prime

WheeljackxBulkhead

RatchetxIronhide

SmokescreenxBumblebee

BreakdownxKnock Out

JazzxProwl

ElitaxOptimus Prime

SoundwavexBlaster

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.

"Come on Optimus, they're almost here," said Ratchet, rubbing his son's shaking thighs to relax him.

The Cybermatter had revived Cybertron and also repaired all the damage done. It had been a few months and the sparklings were growing restless. Optimus finished his carrying term and was now in labor. Megatron sat on one side of him while Ironhide sat on the other. Optimus gripped his mate's servo tightly as he pushed the first twin out. The little sparkling wailed and wriggled in the medic's servos. Ratchet handed the sparkling over to his newfound assistant, First Aid. The medical assistant cleaned off the sparkling and wrapped him up. Megatron took his son and held him close to his spark.

"It's a little mech," First Aid said.

"He's perfect," said Megatron.

He moved the blanket to let his mate see their son. Optimus panted as he smiled at the red, orange, and yellow sparkling.

"Hot Rod," Optimus breathed out.

"A suiting name," said Ironhide. "Now just one more to go."

Optimus nodded and felt the next contraction. Ratchet instructed him to push, and he did with little effort. The second twin crowned and he screamed as he pushed the rest of the sparkling out. This one was more quiet. First Aid cleaned off this one and handed it over to the creators.

"Another mech," said Ratchet. "Congratulations you two. You now have two healthy sparklings."

"He shall be named Alnilam which is Orion in human scientific ways for the constellation," said Megatron.

"Thank you carrier," Optimus panted out.

"You're welcome. I'll clean up and leave you to your sparklings," said Ratchet.

~~~2 years later

Three sparklings ran into the house of their older brother. The triplets were visiting their new family members. Ratchet and Ironhide weren't far behind.

"Wig Wrother!" Skylar shouted. Optimus laughed and bent down, gathering his siblings into his arms.

"Hello you three," said Optimus. "My have you grow. It only seems like yesterday that carrier sparked you."

"Not fwunny wrother," Trailblazer pouted.

"You know I love you three," said Optimus.

"Greetings Orion," said Ratchet, sitting down in the front room. They had taken to many human customs while on Cybertron.

"Hello carrier, sire," Optimus greeted. "How are you both?"

"Fine," said Ironhide.

"Where's the mate?" asked Ratchet.

"He went to go get more energon for the twins. They seem to never get enough. But when they wake up I need you to look at Alnilam for me. He's been purging his tanks lately and his temperature won't go down," said Optimus.

"Alright," said Ratchet.

The three continued to talk. The triplets went outside and played around on a play area that Optimus used for when they came over. The house that Ratchet and Ironhide got fit all of the dinobots in one large area and still had at least five empty rooms that were used as guest berthrooms. There was also a human part attached in each former war soldier's home for when the human children came to visit. Prowl was in charge of Praxus with Smokescreen and Bluestreak, as that's where they were from.

Soundwave was sparked with Blaster's sparkling and lived next to Optimus. Knock Out and Breakdown lived on the other side of their home while Ironhide and Ratchet lived closer to the hospital, which was a few miles away. Bulkhead and Wheeljack had a little femme named Shadows and two more on the way. Starscream became the ruler of Vos with his brothers living with him and Skyfire in their very large home. Their triplets were learning how to fly around. More and more bots seemed to show up each week.

The old High Council was replaced with good mechs. Ironhide was in charge of the police department of Iacon while Prowl and Jazz were in charge of the Praxus police department. The Terror Twins stayed in Iacon, Sunstreaker going back to painting and his brother selling his art. A few insecticons survived and Sunstreaker got one and kept him as a painting companion. First Aid, Knock Out, Breakdown, and Ratchet ran the largest hospital in Iacon. Kaon and the other lower caste cities were remodeled and any bot could chose what they wanted to do instead of being forced into a job. Megatron because the High Lord Protector next to his mate and Optimus spent his time in the Hall of Records in Alpha Trion's old office. He put the Convent of Primus in a special case and anything else that belonged to his mentor.

Predaking and Goldwing had a little princess of the newly species of Predacons. They had their own city which was named Preds. Skylynx and Darksteel had joined in making more of their kind and finding love in each other. Arcee and Chromia moved in Iacon as protectors of the new High Council members. Wreck-Gar lived next to Ultra Magnus, who was down the street from Optimus. Brawn went to work at the Vosian police station. Perceptor met Drift and they were now dating. Kup and Wheelie lived next to the dinobots. The vehicons were working in different areas of each city, keeping things in order. Dreadwing stayed on Earth to help with government work with Raf between the two planets. Then the best part came.

Each year, there was a celebration of the day the war ended. Both ex-Autobot and ex-Decepticon and Predacon went to the celebration of the Veterans party at the Prime's domain. The humans came each time when their guardians got them.

"I'm home love," Megatron said as he walked through with a few bags of energon and other things. "I brought you something."

"Oh did you know," said Optimus.

"Yes I did. Let me go put these away first," said Megatron.

The silver LHP came back with a package in his servo. He handed it to his mate and gave him a quick kiss.

"How's he doing?" asked Megatron.

"He's sleeping right now. Hot Rod is too. I'm going to go get him now. Carrier can look at him then," said Optimus.

The Prime left down the hall and into a room. He got Alnilam and Hot Rod. Alnilam's temperature was going up again and his breaths were shallow. Ratchet took the sparkling into his arms and carefully scanned him. The results came back on his portable scanner that was in his arm.

"He has a small virus. I'm going to go give him something that would help and he should be good in a few days," said Ratchet.

The medic opened his subspace and pulled out a syringe and injected the liquid into his grandcreation. Alnilam squirmed a bit but settled down when the effects took place. Megatron nodded and took his son back.

"Sir, we have a situation down at the school," a young mech commed to Ironhide.

"I'm on my way there. Is there injured?" asked Ironhide.

"Yes sir," the mech reported.

"Send me the coordinates. I'll be there soon," said Ironhide. "Duty calls Ratch. There's trouble at the school. The medical academy over near the Hall of Records. Orion, can you watch your siblings until we get back?"

"I can sire. Go where you are needed," said Optimus.

"Alright. We'll be back soon," said Ratchet.

"Be careful carrier," said Optimus.

~~~new medical academy

"ARGH!"

The mech threatening to blow the place had stabbed Ironhide in the tank. The black officer glared and punched the mech, dazing him enough for stasis cuffs to be put on him. The mech struggled and said something medical seekers being the worse and that 'they' were after all seekers. Ironhide ordered him to be hauled off. The blue mech struggled more and was taken away. Ratchet was tending to a few seekers that had acid splashed on their wings. Ironhide grunted as he pulled the knife out of his side and put pressure on the wound, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Dumb slagger hit me in a good spot," Ironhide muttered.

"'Hide, get into the medical transport. We'll go get you fixed along with these seekers," said Ratchet.

~~~hours later

Optimus got up and answered the com. vid. His carrier's face appeared and he saw how tired he was.

"How are they Orion?" asked Ratchet.

"They are asleep right now. They were pretty tired after playing with Megatron," said Optimus.

"Alright. It may be sometime tomorrow until we get them at least. Your sire got pretty badly damaged during the attack," said Ratchet. They could here a "Did not. The slagger just got a luck shot."

"Sire seems to be just fine," Optimus quipped.

"He thinks he is but his fuel tank was punctured all the way through. He's recovering right now and I want to keep an optic on him and the victims. The mech we arrested said something like 'We're coming for all seekers. They can't be trusted'. I have already informed Starscream of the situation and he is keeping an optic out for anything suspicious. And the annual celebration is coming up," said Ratchet.

"I shall question this mech in the morning. Megatron will stay home with the triplets and twins," said Optimus.

"Alright. I must go attend to your sire. He can be such a stubborn aft at times," Ratchet muttered. "Oh and don't forget the humans are coming tomorrow."

"Bye carrier," Optimus said teasingly and shut off the link.

"What was that about?" asked Megatron.

"There is a group coming after all seekers. Ironhide got injured and is being a stubborn aft about not being injured. His fuel tank was punctured," said Optimus. "I am going to question the mech that was arrested. I need you to watch the triplets and twins tomorrow."

"I can do that," said Megatron. "Come it is getting late. We must rest."

Questions buzzed in the Prime's head about the terrorists attacking seekers. And with the celebration of the war ending party coming up soon, it could spell trouble if they weren't contained.