Main Parings:

ex OptimusxBarricade

IronhidexOptimus

Child(s): Bumblebee (adopted), Switch, Nighttron, Steelhide,

RatchetxJolt

Child(s): Red Alert, First Aid, Prowl, Talis, Sunbolt, Kore,

SamxMikaela

InfernoxRed Alert

Child(s): Heatwave (not RB), Smokescreen, Breakfire

JazzxProwl

Child(s): Bluestreak, Remix

BumblebeexBarricade

Warnings: Mentions of interfacing, mystical Matrix powers, mpreg, sparking, blood, gore, some out of character, secret relationships, odd relationships, character death, revival, and anything else I forgot.

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

"Hey Ratch'," Ironhide greeted with a cheeky grin.

"Are any of you damaged?" Ratchet asked.

"Prime lost some Energon. I just got some scratches and small dents," Ironhide answered. "He's unconscious. I'm going to pass him up and then climb out."

Red Alert and Inferno dragged Optimus a safe distance before helping Ironhide out. Ratchet scanned his leader and sighed.

"He's not as damaged as he looks," the medic said. "Let's get him back to base."

~~~000

It had been almost two weeks since the incident. Ironhide hadn't been able to face Optimus since then. He tried, but his body heated up rapidly every time. And there was the face that he was getting pretty sick and recharged more often.

"Ironhide, what is going on? Why are you avoiding me?" Optimus asked.

"N-no reason. I'm just getting sick. Don't want you to get what I have," the black mech said.

"Then it would be best if you saw Ratchet today," Optimus advised. He sent a ping to his medic. "I will take you there. I, too, was feeling unwell. I am on my way to see him now."

Ratchet ordered both of them on two berths next to each other. He scanned Ironhide first, as seeing he was the worst off. He nearly glitched when the saw the results.

"'Hide, did you two do anything while trapped?" Ratchet asked.

"No. There was a bright flash then Optimus passed out," Ironhide retold.

"Well looks like you got your wish. You're sparked with Optimus' sparkling," Ratchet announced.

"I don't see how that's possible. We've never interfaced! I never confessed my feelings!" Ironhide ranted. Ratchet hummed as he scanned Optimus next.

"Prime, you're sparked with Ironhide's sparkling," Ratchet said. "Before you ask, I would say this is Primus' work. He must know that something will happen and made it so that the Prime linage continues. There's a private room over there. You two go talk about this."

Ironhide pushed back his nightmare. He could think on that later. Optimus and Ironhide went inside the room. Optimus sat on the berth and Ironhide took the chair. The awkward silence made the air still and thick. Ironhide looked over at Optimus, optics traveling his frame. The thought of his stomach matching his own was hot.

They were going to be creators in five human months. He was excited to raise his own after Bumblebee. But did Optimus feel the same way? He finally got up and looked up at the taller mech. He pulled his leader down, roughly pressing them together.

Optimus squeaked in surprise when lips melded to his own. He kissed his soldier back. Sparking pleasure went down their spinal cords. Sparks raced wildly, trying to reach out for the other. They parted after a few minutes, resting their forehelms together.

"I love you Optimus. I have since your sire brought me to you as your bodyguard," Ironhide confessed. "I've dreamed for years of having a kid with you. I've dreamed of bonding to you, keeping you with me forever."

"I admit I love you too. Sire says I'm not allowed to bond unless it's with another Prime, like him or Megatron," said Optimus.

"That is in the past. Sentinel cannot control your life anymore. We can bond and be happy. We were meant to be together," said Ironhide, pressing a few quick kisses to him. "We already created together. Might as well go all the way. Bond with me Optimus Prime. Be my mate for all eternity with our kids by our sides."

"I will Ironhide," said Optimus. He felt himself get pushed to the berth, allowing Ironhide to hover above him, settling right between his legs.

~~~000

"Who's in the back room?" Jolt asked, closing a cabinet with medical grade Energon.

"Optimus and 'Hide. They're sparked with each other's sparklings. It's too soon to see how many. Primus is trying to warn us that Optimus is going to die in the future," said Ratchet. He slumped his shoulders, a wrench in servo. "It's going to devastate everyone when that happens. I would say at least 5-6 months before Optimus dies. It could be from sparking or another cause. Starscream is still out there. He could pull together a force and attack us."

"We'll worry about that later love. Come, let's get some rest. You need relaxation and only I can cure that," said Jolt. "The humans will be asleep. No one can hear us. I'll even soundproof the room."

"You are such a tease," Ratchet groaned. He followed blindly to the room.