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
forced StarscreamxFallen
Child(s): hatchlings
MegatronxStarscream
Child(s):
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.
"What do we tell the others?" Ironhide asked.
"About what?" Optimus returned.
"About us, the sparklings, changes around the base. The humans will be suspicious when we act strange. And if we're not careful, they could experiment on us," Ironhide listed. "There's a possibility that they demand to know what is sacred to our race. Maybe they get permission to do what they please to us and we can't fight back without harming them."
"We shall worry about that when it comes time. For now, we will announce that we are bonded and of our new arrivals in a few months," Optimus replied. "But first, we need to clean up."
~~~000
The Autobots and NEST soldiers mingled in the rec room. They got the order to meet up for important news from Optimus. Ratchet and Jolt could already guess what they were to announce. Bumblebee drove up with Same and Mikaela, the two humans greeting their friends.
Optimus and his bodyguard walked in. Ironhide stood closer to the taller mech than usual. The chatter ceased when they walked in, all eyes and optics on them. Optimus shifted a bit, his nerves making him uneasy. The Autobots knew that Optimus was not to bond or mate with another besides a Prime.
"I wish to inform you all of some changes. The first is that both Ironhide and myself are carrying each other's sparkling. We can only conclude that this is Primus' work," Optimus began. He shook slightly in fear at the next announcement.
"The second is that the two of us are bonded," Ironhide finished. Most of the Autobots gasped. "I know what you are thinking. This is a forbidden act to do. Sentinel is no longer here to enforce this. It has been changed."
"We fully accept this Optimus sir," said Prowl. "Sentinel was a sick mech. He knew that he and Megatron were the only ones to mate and/or bond with you," said Prowl.
"Questions. What's bonding? We know about interfacing and kids when Jazz carried. Who's Sentinel? Why him and Megatron only?" Sam asked.
"Bonding is a very sacred act between two destined Cybertronians. The sparks merge together, linking them through a bond. This allows them to communicate and feel what the other is," said Ratchet. "In most cases, when one dies, the other follows their mate. It isn't unheard of for one sparkmate to die and the other lives."
"Sentinel Prime was my sire, or as humans would say, father. He was the Prime before me. Megatron would be half Prime. We are twins, but I was chosen over him," Optimus continued. "Sire had told me that for many generations, a Prime only mated and/or bonded with another Prime. So he arranged for him to be mated with me while Megatron bonded to me to keep the Prime linage pure. I believe that this is a false rule. Luckily, Megatron opposed to the idea and begun the war, which ultimately killed Sentinel."
"He sounds like a jerk," Mikaela said, her arms crossed over her chest. "And a pervert. Sounds to me like Megatron is protecting you from those stupid rules."
"Indeed." Optimus' thoughts went to his deceased brother. He was protecting him, even though war and death was the result. But why continue it after their sire died? Was he still in danger?
~~~000
"Soundwave, we must locate the Allspark shard to bring Megatron back to life," said Starscream.
"Soundwave acknowledges," the TIC said. He looked at the seeker with a puzzled expression. "Starscream sparked again. Life at risk."
Starscream nodded silently. The Fallen had been very demanding in increasing the army. The Prime had been using the seeker as a breeder to do that task. However, if a mech or femme sparks too much too often, their spark can extinguish. This would be the twentieth batch, each batch having 6-10 sparklings each.
The surrounding sparklings shifted within their sacs. They were slowly running out of Energon. Soon the sparklings would start dying from starvation. It made Starscream's spark hurt thinking about burying more of his dead children. He had already done so with the third batch.
"I know. The Fallen refuses to stop until he believes the army is large enough," said Starscream. He looked down at his chest. "I wish Megatron was here. Remember when we bonded? He would talk about starting a family once Sentinel was dead. We never did."
"We will bring him back," Soundwave reassured.
"I miss him Soundwave. I'll kill that human for doing such a thing to us," Starscream promised.
~~~ 3 1/2 months later
Ironhide cuddled up next to Optimus. The Prime sat on the chair next to his desk within his room. It felt nice to finally confess their feelings. The weapons' specialist felt pain and was confused. He felt it again and knew it radiated from the bond.
"Optimus, what's wrong?" Ironhide asked.
"I-I don't know," Optimus admitted.
Ironhide moved Optimus onto their berth. More pain ripped through the Prime, a short cry following the movement. THe black mech called Ratchet, telling him to hurry to his quarters. Ratchet overrode the code, barging into the room.
"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked.
"We don't know. Prime started to feel pain. It's getting worse," Ironhide told.
Ratchet scanned his leader, slightly cursing. He warmed up his servos to sterilize them as he got closer. Optimus writhed around, servos going to his stomach where the sparklings resided.
"He's gone into labor," Ratchet informed. "I can't figure out why though. We'll be lucky if it survives from being early."
Ironhide clambered up on the berth, settling right next to his bondmate. The mere thought of losing the sparkling frightened the creators. Optimus grabbed onto Ironhide's servo, his fear leaking into the bond. Ratchet got out a numbing agent and set it aside. If it got too bad, he would have to cut the sparkling out. He manually opened up the valve panel, feeling to take a guess at how long they had.
"We have a few hours before you're ready Optimus," said Ratchet. "Ironhide stay by his side. I'm going to go grab some supplies. I'll be right back."
Ironhide whispered soothing words to his bondmate. Optimus ignored the tears that went down his face. Ironhide wiped them away and got as close as he could with his own protruding plating.
"Shh... shh... it'll be over before you know it. Then we can see our little one," Ironhide soothed. "Just think, we'll raise them together. We can be a family soon."
"I-Ironhide... it hurts," Optimus stuttered. He arched back as a strong contraction went through him.
"I know. Ratch will be back soon. He'll give you something afterwards. It'll be too dangerous to give you anything right now," said Ironhide. "What do you think it'll be?"
"A femme," Optimus guessed. "There's a, AAAHHH, likely c-chance of a-a m-mech-ch."
Ratchet came back into the room with Jolt behind him. The two medics hooked up a portable monitor to keep an optic on vitals. Ratchet checked the dilation once more. He prayed that he didn't need to remove the sparkling himself. Once an hour and a half of monitoring Optimus was ready. The Prime had his legs spread as he got into position.
"You're ready Prime. On the next contraction, I need you to push down," Ratchet instructed.
Optimus wordlessly nodded as he did what he was told. Ironhide continued to give his support. The Prime felt the sparkling move down to the entrance of his valve. Tears poured out now as the pain grew. Jolt looked at the monitor, keeping a close observation on the spark beat.
"Keep it up Optimus," Ratchet encouraged. It had been almost an hour of pushing and the sparkling took its own sweet time.
"Ratchet, he's growing tired," Ironhide pointed out.
"I know," said Ratchet. Optimus struggled to stay online. "Optimus, I know you're really tired, but you have to continue. I can feel the helm now. Just a few more and you can rest."
Optimus wanted to stop, but didn't. He was almost done. Another contraction hit and he bore down with what little energy he had left. On the second push, he felt the sparkling exit his valve. The Prime went limp, finally able to rest. However he groaned again as he felt another contraction.
"Ratchet, he's still having contractions," said Jolt. "His spark is slowing down too. The spark must of split at some point."
"I'll get to work," said Ratchet. He injected the numbing agent and brought out a scalpel.
Optimus didn't feel when his CMO had continued to work. He did look when he heard two crying sparklings. Ratchet held a little femme in his servos. Jolt held the mechling and cleaned him up before moving onto the femme that Ratchet had just pulled out. Both were wailing in protest, not liking the colder air around them. Jolt wrapped them up to keep them warm before helping Ratchet clean up.
"Look Optimus, they're here," said Ironhide.
The oldest, the mechling, looked up with dark blue optics. His black armor shined in the light of the berthroom. The femme had stopped crying to study her surroundings. She knew the two sparks nearby were her creators. Her red and silver armor seemed to switch to black and blue in the light as well as her optics from baby blue to a pink.
"They're beautiful 'Hide," Optimus whispered, voice hoarse from crying and screaming. His pain was forgotten as he looked down at his new creations. "They're wonderful Ironhide, and ours."
"What should we call them?" Ironhide asked. "I'm thinking Steelhide for the oldest. But what should we name the femme?"
Optimus studies her features. The red and silver with red optics showed up when light was on her. When she was in the shade, the blue and black colors appeared with the baby blue optic color. They seemed to switch a lot as she moved around.
"I like Switch," said Optimus.
"Then that shall be her new name," said Ironhide.
~~~000
A week later Optimus was facing a downed Decepticon in Shanghai. Ironhide had been left at base with his condition.
"The Fallen shall rise again," the Decepticon said.
"Not today," Optimus replied, swiftly killing the Decepticon. He turned back to his soldiers, giving them the order to head back to base.
Optimus went to his quarters to see Ironhide playing with their creations. Switch climbed all over her sire, giggling as she explored. Steelhide stuck to the ground, curiously studying his sire's bump. He tapped on the metal and got a few taps back. He clapped and did it again.
"How were they?" Optimus asked.
"Good. They woke up shortly after you left," said Ironhide. "How was the fight?"
"Interesting. A Decepticon said that the Fallen shall rise again. I do not know what this means," said Optimus. He got down as well and placed Switch in his lap. The femmeling cooed and snuggled into the warm metal. "I fear that this Fallen will appear in the near future. All history was in the Allspark. The only thing I know of him is that he was one of the original Primes that had betrayed his brothers. There isn't much about him after that."
"We'll deal with it when the time comes," Ironhide said. "For now, we will cherish what peace we have so far."
~~~000
"Starscream, the Allspark shard has been located," Soundwave reported.
"At last," Starscream breathed. "Soundwave, deploy Ravage and have him retrieve the shard."
Soundwave nodded and left back to his post. Starscream looked out at the stars before tending to his newest batch of hatchlings. They weren't even a few days old and already 4 of the 9 had died during or after the sparking. The seeker so wished for Megatron to return back to his side.
"Soon you will be back my love," said Starscream, feeding Energon into as many sacs as he was able to. "I will wait for you here."