*Squeals* Who else loves sparkling Clare and daddies Prowl and Jazz? I'm having so much fun writing these chapters! I'll keep my author's note short! I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!
(Sides' POV)
Morning patrol was uneventful as usual. Normally I would be happy to get back to base in order to give Clare's aft a good teasing squeeze to get her to blush that pretty blue color, but since she was a sparkling now...well that kind of changed my plans. Instead I had to look forward to sparklingsitting her. Strangely that idea didn't bother me, sparkling Clare was cute.
It was a big responsability though as I had discovered. Clare was our femmefriend, if something happened to her while she was unable to properly look after herself it would be our fault. She had to rely on us, and we had to make sure that we didn't let her down.
Just before we had arrived Jazz had commed us to tell us that he had Clare in the rec room, and to come pick her up from there. So that was the first place we headed to upon arriving back at base.
Upon arriving the first thing I took in was Clare toddling around the room near Ironhide and Chromia. Bob was tailing her around the room while she explored the area near the energon dispensers, the tv stand, underneath the tables, between the peds of the other Autobots. She was all over the room getting into stuff, Jazz was sufficiently distracted from anything else by chasing her all over.
Clare skittered over to where Optimus was refueling her tiny form easily being hidden behind his ped. "Wed n Boo I come up no'." She demanded.
Sunny snorted when she called Optimus Red and Blue.
Optimus leaned down to pick Clare up from the floor. "My designation is Optimus. Op-ti-mus. Can you say that?" Our leader smiled down at the tiny sparkling he was holding. She chirped back at him.
We scooted a little closer to where they were sitting as her mouth started trying to work the sounds that made up Optimus' designation. "Optilus...Opimis...Optis...Optis!" She chirped proudly. "Optis! Unca Optis!"
Optimus chuckled at her. "Op-ti-mus." He repeated it several times for her.
She furrowed her optic ridges in concentration, making her look utterly adorable. At least I thought so. "Opius...Opimus? Opimus?" Jazz sat down beside them causing her little helm to whip in his direction. "Opimus?" She asked him curiously.
"Close baybay spark. Say Op-ti-mus." Jazz coached her.
She pouted. "I alweady sai' it! Unca Opimus!"
I finally made my presence known to her. "That's close Clare, but it is Optimus. Don't you wanna say it like a big girl?"
Her optics widened so much that they nearly bugged out of her helm. "I is a big giwl! I big giwl! I say it wight pomise! I did!" She protested.
"You almost said it right. I'll make you a deal sweets! If you can say it right I will give you an energon candy!"
"Enygon cany?"
"Yup! It's sweet and it tastes really really yummy! Don't you want an energon candy?"
"Yeah! Yeah! I wan' an enygon cany! I wan' one peetty pease! I be good!" She promised vehemently.
"Ok so try it again! If you do better I'll give you an energon candy."
(Do you really think that she's going to be able to say it because you bribed her?) Sunny muttered over the bond. He was secretly amused by the situation though.
I shrugged. (Worth a shot.)
(You know that you're going to give her one even if she doesn't get it right.)
(Yeah probably.)
He went silent after that, no longer commenting our little deal. The silence allowed everybot to hear Clare trying to work out Optimus' designation again. Pronouncing the t was what was tripping her up.
She trilled several times. "Opmus...Opinus...Opti-optius. Op-Op-Optimus."
"Ya go' it baybay spark!" Jazz cheered.
Clare trilled in excitement and clapped her little servos together. "Yeah I di' it! I di' it! No' gi'e me enygon cany!"
Everybot laughed at her demand, as did I. Keeping my end of the deal I retrieved a single energon candy from my subspace and handed it to her. "You did good."
"Yeah uh huh I di'!" She chirped proudly. The energon candy was hastily shoved into her mouth so that she could try and chew it. I was pretty sure that it was a little too hard for her still developing jaw joints and relays to break through. Little trails of lubricant dripped down her chin as she sucked the candy. "We...goin...mphhhay...no'."
"What?"
She gulped down the candy so that she could answer me only it must have been too big for her throat cable because she suddenly started choking.
Jazz jumped to his peds right after the first gag, his servos snatching her from Optimus' servos in a move too fast to see. He took her and tilted her forward patting her little back as she choked. By now everybot was on their peds.
Sunny and I tensed as protective programming kicked online. we didn't know what to do to help her though.
Jazz tilted her frame down at an angle and patted her back harder. Almost immediately the candy she had swallowed shot out of her mouth onto the table top with enough force to make it bounce several times.
Clare started crying right after that. Big gasping wails of fear. She clutched at Jazz like her life depended on it.
He rocked her with a deep purring resonating from his chassis. Her cries kept up for another two kliks or so before finally quieting down to the occasional sniffle. Even so she clutched at Jazz in a death grip, optics flashing as they communicated using their creator bond.
I vented heavily in relief. My protective programming simmered down to a dull buzz now that she wasn't in danger. It had surprised me that it had reared up as strongly as it had, but I took it as a testiment to the rapidly growing feelings we felt for her. Hopefully it meant that our sparks were compatible as well.
She had her face buried in Jazz's shoulder while he rubbed at her back gently. His visor covered optics shifted in our direction. "No more energon candy unless you cut it into smaller pieces."
"Ok." We'd have to come up with something else for her to snack on. "Don't you have to go soon Jazz?"
"Yeah ah do 'ave ta go." He looked reluctant to do so.
"Well that's why we're here!" I joked.
"Ah kno'. She's 'ad 'er mornin energon a'ready. Prowler gave 'er a ba'h. She may nee' a nap soon."
We listened to Jazz prattle on about instructions on this and that with boredom. Sure we weren't experts on sparklings but we had watched her yesterday so we weren't that confused on what to do.
After he finished explaining everything to us Clare was handed over to me. She reached for Jazz with a soft whining noise. "Opi."
"Opi hasta go an' work no' ok baybay? Sides an' Sunny are gonna watch ya until ah ge' back. Can ya be'ave for em while Prowler an' ah work?"
"Yes. I be goo' giwl."
"Ok sparklet be'ave for da twins until ah ge' back ok? Ah luv ya." Jazz kissed her helm.
"I be goo' giwl pomise." She repeated.
With one last pat Jazz turned and left us in the rec room. Clare watched him go silently for a moment before turning to me. "We pay no'? Where Bob at? Can we cowor? Can we pay games? Can we wa'ch cawtoons?"
I chuckled. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes! Yes to all of those questions. As for Bob he's down by Sunny's ped."
She looked down at where the insecticon was peeking out from behind Sunny's ped, where he had fled in the commotion caused by her choking. "Bob come! Come pay wit' me! We gonna cowor, n we gonna pay hide n seek! Come!"
Bob instantly scaled my armor within astroseconds cuddling up next to Clare.
Sunny quickly retrieved us some energon to take back to our room. We turned to leave after I called out some goodbyes to everybot. "See ya later!"
Clare chirped and waved as well. "Buh bye! We goin pay no'!"
She chattered excitedly during the entire trip back to our room. I sat her down in a small makeshift pen that Ratchet had thrown together for her. There were several small toys that Lennox and Epps had procured for her, that she immediately took interest in. Bob napped beside her while she jiggled a small bell ball.
While she was doing that Sunny and I finished our energon quickly, before he went to work on a painting. Once again Lennox had pulled some strings to get Sunny art supplies more suitable to our size. Something which Sunny was secretly grateful for. They had just arrived this morning before patrol so I doubted anything would be able to drag him away for a while.
I watched him start painting a familiar place on the canvas. The crystal gardens in Praxus. We had gone to see them once after getting out of the pits, unfortunately the war had started soon after and they had been destroyed. Sunny had always wanted to paint that scene. It did not surprise me that he did so right away.
For almost two earth hours I watched him work. Clare had fallen into recharge after roughly half an hour of playing, and had stayed that way. She still showed no signs of waking up.
A comm. link suddenly pinged on my HUD. :Yo.:
:Sideswipe I need you to come to the med bay to get Clare's bottle. She's due for a feeding now.:
:Alright I'm on my way.:
I cut the link and stood to leave. I didn't need to tell Sunny because he already knew. The beauty of a twin bond. The only bond that was as strong was a mate bond. He didn't look up as I exited the room.
The halls were empty during my walk to the med bay, and nobot was there besides Ratchet when I got there. He inquired as to whether Clare had napped, whether she was looking well, if there were any problems, things like that. I answered honestly to all the questions. Ratchet seemed satisfied and handed me the bottle.
Afterwards I quickly left the med bay to return to our room. On the way there I felt a sudden burst of mixed emotions, from surprise, to irritation, all the way to amusement. My own curiosity peaked as I arrived back at the room.
The reason for Sunny's surprise became apparent when I walked inside. Even I was so surprised that I almost dropped the bottle. Instead I burst out laughing when Clare's paint spotted helm turned towards me, a happy chirp escaping from her.
She was covered in Sunny's paint, splotches of red, pink, green, yellow, and just about every other color imaginable. It wasn't only her either, Bob was covered in paint as well. Sunny was standing in front of his canvas protectively, and multicolored paint was splattered all over his chassis.
"Sies! Sies! Me n Sunny make peetty cowors!" Clare informed me proudly. My optics locked in on the bright purple smudge on her nasal ridge.
I had to fight a laugh. "You did? How did you get into Sunny's paint?"
"He no payin tention to me n I go' in'o i'. Make peetty cowors on Bob n Sunny."
(How did she get passed you in order to get into your paint?) I asked Sunny over the bond.
Sensing my amusement he sent a pulse of aggravation back at me. (Shut up Sides! You know how I get when I paint!)
(True. The base could probably get bombed and you wouldn't care enough to stop painting.)
He growled over the bond, anger welling over from his end. (Shut up!)
(Fine I'll be quiet if you give her a bath. Ya know since you were the slagger that was dumb enough to not pay attention to her. How did you not notice until it got to this point?)
(I thought she was recharging! And why do I have to... Argh! Fraggit all to the pit! I'll give her a bath but only because you might get solvent in her optics!)
(Yeah right. You just love her sooo much! You want to bathe her! You want to hug her! You want to play with her! And once she's older you'll still want to bathe with her! You'll want to love on her! You'll want to-OW!)
Sunny pulled back from where he had punched me in my helm. He grabbed Clare up from the floor and left the room.
(Hey what about Bob?!)
(You can bathe him! I only agreed to bathe Clare.)
(Aft.) I huffed. Scooping Bob up I turned and followed him to the wash racks. When I got there Sunny was filling up a small basin with warm solvent for Clare who did not look happy to get another bath.
"No! Wanna pay! No take a baf!"
An outraged squeal shook the walls when Sunny lowered her into the basin anyways. She whirred angrily and splashed at him. Her optics became locked on the droplets flying through the air, anger forgotten. Angry whirs became happy squeals as she took to splashing the solvent out of the basin for fun.
I shook my helm and started washing Bob in a different basin, my optics never leaving her. Sunny was washing her with one of his own wash rags but she kept squirming away in her excitement. It felt like it was starting to aggravate Sunny. He didn't let it show since he knew that she didn't mean to do it to anger him. Sparklings just couldn't concentrate on anything for too long.
She splashed and trilled, flailing around in the basin without a care. Solvent hit the floor, some hit Sunny, some hit the walls. It seemed to be making her day each time a splash hit something. Well at least she was cleaning Sunny while he cleaned her.
Sunny turned briefly to glare at me. When he turned back a splash of water hit him right in the face.
"I gocha Sunny!" Clare giggled.
My twin just sighed and wiped the solvent off of his face. He hurried to finish washing her off before lifting her from the basin.
I finished washing Bob and dried him off with a towel while Sunny did the same to Clare. She was not happy about being taken away from her game and was letting her displeasure show through her loud screams and trills.
"Clare if you behave I will give you some paper to paint on." Sunny promised her.
"Ma'e peetty cowors?" Clare chirped.
"Yes. I will let you make pretty colors if you promise not to get it on anything but the paper. Can you promise me that?"
"I pomise no' ta get peetty cowors on any'hing but' da papor."
"Ok. Remember you're not supposed to break promises."
"M'kay! No bake pomises!"
Sunny grumbled under his breath after he picked her up. (Primus sparklings are a handful!)
(Think of it as practice in case we ever become creators.) I told him.
(What are you talking about? Become creators? Why would you think for even one astrosecond that we would make decent creators? Who would even want to have our sparklings?)
(Clare would I bet.)
That shocked him into silence. He stayed like that after we left the wash racks, all the way to the room. It kept up even after he got Clare some paper and paintbrushes to paint with. She laid down on her stomach plates while she painted on the paper, Sunny sat next to her silently.
Clare hummed a song while we all sat there, the sound the only noise in the room. "Tinkle tinkle widdle staw! 'Ow I wondew wat ou awe! Up above da wowld so 'igh! Like a diamon in da sky! Tinkle tinkle widdle staw! 'Ow I wis' I was whewe ou awe!"
Her little paintbrush created a bright sun on the paper, with several forms standing in the grass she had painted. One was red, another was gold, and the last one was a tiny silver one. It was obvious that she was painting us.
Sunny and I watched her paint, her obviously trying to be careful not to get paint on anything but the paper. Everytime she got close to the edge her glossa would pop out of her mouth as a little furrow came to her optic ridges, then she would pick her arm up dramatically and move it back to the center of the paper. It was amusing to say the least.
I was entranced with watching her. That was why it surprised me when Sunny suddenly said something to me.
(Do you really think that Clare...would want to have our sparklings?)
Surprise caused me to whip in his direction. I hadn't really known whether he would even think too much about what I had said. I had meant it but Sunny had been so quiet... (Yes I do. Why? Do you not want to have them with her?)
He was silent for several long moments. (I...never really thought about it. Femmes never stay no matter what...we haven't even been with her as long as we were with some of those femmes on Cybertron. They didn't work out. What if she changes her mind later?)
(I don't think she will... If she stays would you want to though?)
(I don't think I would make a good creator Sides.)
(Look at how well you handle her Sunny. She doesn't remember you the way she used to and she still adores you. If you ask me you'll make a good mech creator.)
(I never thought about it like that.) Through the bond I could see him watching Clare paint, I could see his memories of her from when we had first met her to the current moment, and feel the emotions associated with them. Sunny was more than attached to her, he was smitten. Smitten may even be putting it lightly, it was more like...love. No matter her form his spark reacted with possessive affection. That was just how Sunny was.
His affection almost filled me completely. If it wasn't love yet it soon would be. I knew that I was almost there as well. She had us in the palm of her little servos, and it felt good. To be wanted for nothing more than who we were...it felt nice.
"Oopsies..."
Both of us snapped out of it at the same time upon hearing Clare's soft voice. We looked down at where she had accidentally painted on the floor.
Tears welled up in her optics as she sniffled.
I felt not only my own burst of alarm, but one from Sunny as well. Neither of us really knew how to handle crying. "It's ok Clare! Accidents happen!" I reassured her.
She ignored me and started full on crying as loud as she had after her choking spell earlier.
Oh slag! Oh slag! Oh slag! Whatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedo?! I had no fragging clue!
(Calm down!) Sunny snapped!
He shifted so that he was on his knees beside her. "What's wrong Clare?" He asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
"I accidenly go' pain' on da f'oow! I boked my pomise!" She wailed.
"It's ok accidents happen spark. We can clean it up. See? I have a rag we can use to wipe it up. Do you want to help?" Sunny asked her.
Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. "I hewp?"
He handed her the damp rag covered in a weak cleaning solvent.
She took it and started wiping up the paint sadness forgotten instantly. I decided the moment that she started singing some song about spiders getting washed down a spout or something, that sparklings had absolutely no control over their mental processes whatsoever.
(Did you just now figure that out?) Sunny huffed.
I sent him a playful shove over the bond.
Together we could handle sparkling Clare! I was sure of it!
How bad could it get?
(Jazz's POV)
Three days had passed since Clare had been turned into a sparkling. In that time almost everybot had been roped into sparklingsitting her at least once or twice when either Prowler and I were busy, or the twins.
Right now I had her since Prowler was busy with datapads, and the twins were out on patrol. It was my off cycle so I planned on spending as much time as possible with her. The twins would probably join us after they got off from patrol, but for the next few earth hours it was just us.
It was early, just after six in the morning earth time so Clare was still recharing in my hold. She hadn't even woken up for long enough to take a bottle or a bath. The most I had gotten from her was a quick blink of her tired optics before they disappeared again behind her optic shutters.
I didn't think much of it until I felt her stir in my hold. I sent a happy pulse of love through the bond expecting one in return. What came back was a weak feeling of love. More than that I sensed unease from her.
My hold popped open allowing me to reach in to retrieve her. As soon as she came free I noticed the teary optics, quivering mouth, and the way she curled into herself. "Whatsa matta baybay spark?"
She whirred weakly. "Opi no feew goo'."
Right after she said that she gagged softly. I barely had time to prop her up in time for purge to come shooting out of her mouth. It sprayed onto the floor by my peds, her tiny frame quivering from how hard she expelled it.
Immediately after stopping she started crying. "Owie! My 'ead hur's! My tummy hur's! Opi ma'e i' sop!"
I repositioned her in my arms so that she could curl into my chassis. First stop this morning was the med bay. Hopefully there was nothing seriously wrong with her. It might be a virus, though that was normally only caused by catching something via the internet, or having weakened systems from an injury. As far as I knew she hadn't been on the internet, nor had she been injured. Perhaps the change had done something to cause it?
Ratchet looked up when I walked into the med bay. "Jazz." His optics drifted down to Clare who was sniffling and crying.
"Clare don' feel too goo' Ratch. She purged 'er tanks on da floo' ou' in da hallway."
He hummed. "Sit her down so that I may run a scan to see what is wrong. Most likely it is simply a case of upset tanks. Sparklings suffer from that quite often."
I sat down next to the berth that I put her on. One of her little servos wrapped around my pointer digit tightly as she whirred her distress. Waves of nausea and sadness passed through the bond.
She didn't even fight when Ratchet scanned her like the twins said she did when they had brought her last time. She just laid there completely limp in a partial ball. I rubbed her helm to soothe her.
Ratchet finished his scan quickly then spent roughly one klik looking over the results. An angry growl thundered in his chassis. "She has a virus."
"Ho' did she ge' i'?"
"Well I put a block on her syncing unit to prevent her from accessing the internet because her firewalls are still weak. It appears that somebot removed the block, and then allowed her to access the internet. She contracted a virus from there."
My optics narrowed beneath my visor. "Who had her yesterday?"
"Well the twins had her in the morning, then Hot Rod had her in the afternoon for a few groons."
The first thing I did after hearing that was contact the twins. :Sideswipe? Sunstreaker?:
:Yo! What's up Jazz? Is Clare giving you pit?: Sideswipe's amused voice responded back.
:Naw no' really. We're in da med bay righ' no' since mah sparkling some'ow go' access to da internet where she caugh' a virus. Any idea 'ow dat 'appened?:
:No idea. I thought that she couldn't access the internet? Who was stupid enough to let her?: Sunstreaker growled.
:Dunno bu' she's purgin' all over da place. If yo' didn' do it den it 'ad to 'ave been Hot Rod.: If I found out that it was him I was going to teach him not to frag with my sparkling.
Twin growls echoed through the comm. link. :Save some for us when we get back!:
:Ah will.: With that I cut the link and opened another one with Hot Rod.
It took him a moment to answer me. :Hey Jazz what's up?:
:Didja le' Clare on da internet yes'erday? She contracted a virus fro' some'here.:
:No it wasn't me. The only thing I can think of was when I had to carry Wheeljack to the med bay after he blew his lab up again. I left her in a pen in the rec room and when I got back Skids and Mudflap were messing with her. She was acting strangely when I came back.:
A growl escaped me. The mini twins... :Ah'righ' ah'll check into it.:
Ratchet was injecting Clare with a mild pain suppressant to help with the nausea and aches, while he simultaneously reinstalled her sync block. Normally she would squirm or cry, instead she just laid there limp. "Hot Rod sai' dat when 'e had ta bring Jacky 'ere yesterday the mini twins were messin wit' Clare when 'e came back."
"Idiots! Do they not realize that she has weak firewalls still even in her adult form? I have yet to finish updating them all the way! And even if I had I doubt they would be fully effective now!" He hissed.
Clare's systems whined in distress as she gagged again. Ratchet turned her over so that she didn't purge all over herself. Instead the bright blue purge got all over the berth. She kicked her legs and whined.
"Fragging incompetant idiotic slagging mother fraggers on this base!" Ratchet sat her on her back on the berth away from the purge. He quickly cleaned it up with a rag scowling the entire time.
"It's nothing serious right?"
"No. It's like when a human has the flu. She'll be sore, cranky, nauseated, and tired for the next solar cycle or two. She may not want to refuel, and she may have difficulty keeping it down even if she does take it."
I was going to kill Skids and Mudflap. "Mind watchin 'er while ah go an' remind da twins no' ta come anywhere near mah sparklin?" My bond with Prowler shifted as he focused in after sensing my anger.
[Jazz? Is there a reason why you are so angry?]
[Clare is sick. Skids and Mudflap removed her syncing block so she contracted a virus from getting on the internet. Poor thing is purging her tanks all over.]
[They what...?]
I grinned wickedly when I sensed Prowler's own anger spike intensely. [Yes. They removed the block that Ratchet put in her processor to prevent her from syncing to the internet, that is why she is sick.]
[I will comm them to come to my office right away. You focus on taking care of her.]
Oh I would take real good care of her...then I would hunt the twins down and show them what happens when you mess with my family unit. Maybe Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would want to help me? [Ok.]
[...What are you planning?]
[Nothing. Have fun punishing them Prowler!]
Before he could reply I dulled the bond down, gathered Clare up, took the special med grade that Ratchet held out for me, then left the med bay.
I returned to our room where I sat down on the couch and tried to get Clare to drink her bottle. She whined and pushed it away from her mouth everytime I tried to get her to take it. "C'mon sparklet...ya gotta drink it."
"Noooo...no feew goo'. Don' wanna ea'." Her systems whined emphasizing her point.
"Can ya try an' take a lil bit for meh baybay?"
"Bu' I no feew goo'."
"Jus' a few drinks sparklet. If ya ge' too sick yo' can stop." I guided the tip of the bottle into her mouth.
She drank it slow her tanks audibly groaning due to the addition of the energon. A little grimace came to her face plates just before she pushed the bottle away and gagged again.
Shifting her in my servos I gently rubbed her back to help her keep it down. She gagged anyways but nothing came out this time. That didn't stop her from crying when they churned sickeningly. Even I winced when the sound assaulted my audios.
I got up and walked with her, gently rocking her while I purred low in my chassis. She continued crying for at least ten kliks before she settled down with a soft whine. If I could just get her to take a little nap maybe she would refuel when she woke up, something told me it would be easier then.
We went back and forth, me trying to rock her into recharge, her whining and fighting her recharge protocols. She was letting me know with each step that she was not at all pleased, that she did not want to recharge or refuel. She kept telling me, not so much through words but with feelings that she was demanding me to make the pain go away.
And we kept this up for another five or six kliks until she finally slipped into a fitful recharge. I put her in the makeshift tank that she often napped in. She curled up into a ball on her side where I covered her with a small blanket. Normally I would put her in my hold but if she got sick and purged in there it would be a real pain to clean it. Plus with what I had planned she would be jostled around so much that she would most likely get sick.
I grinned...with her taking a nap it was the perfect time to act. Surely the femmes wouldn't mind watching her for me while I exacted my revenge...
(Sunny's POV)
Skids and Mudflap were...bound in titanium ropes and strung from the ceiling. All everybot on base could do was stare at their bright pink paint accented with little yellow flowers. It was silent until Sides busted out laughing his aft off.
It even got me to chuckle. All the clues screamed either us or Jazz, and since it wasn't us it was obviously him. The real question was why did he string them up from the ceiling after painting them pink with little yellow flowers?
Those thoughts fell to the back of my processor when my optics landed on Hot Rod standing nearby staring at the idiots like everybot else. My engine kicked up a notch with a growl. All humor died down as I approached him. "Hot Rod."
He turned to look at me, scowling. "Sunstreaker. Sideswipe."
"You allowed our femme to catch a virus." I puffed up my chassis and growled. Beside me Sides did the same.
"What are you talking about? I didn't have anything to do with that."
"You were assigned to watch her, when she is in your care anything that happens to her is your fault." I took a threatening step forward.
He tensed and held his ground. "Maybe you should get your facts straight before YOU start making accusations Sunstreaker. The same goes for both of you, you're hardly in any position to be accusing me of anything."
It took everything in me not to just attack him. I hated this prissy mech that never had to fight or struggle for anything before the war started, a mech that thought he was just above everybot else. He thought that he deserved everything just because he was sparked by nobles unlike us. I knew that he had showed an interest in Clare and that only served to further increase my dislike of him. She was our's that was all there was to it.
If he challenged us for her it would be him with his parts strewn across the floor. I could guarantee it.
"The point is she got sick while in your care Hot Rod! You were responsible for her. Can you argue that?" Sides pressed.
"Before I tell you to frag off I should inform you that the ones responsible for Clare becoming ill are hanging up there. Now frag yourselves." With that Hot Rod turned and walked away from us.
I wanted to go after him and show him not to turn his back to me but Sides put a servo on my shoulder to stop me. Clare was more important than losing my temper, he had to remind me of that. I forced myself to calm down something that I had never done before. (Let's go see Clare.)
Sides sent an affirmative over the bond. Together we made our way to Jazz and Prowl's room.
Upon walking in my audios were assaulted by the sound of wailing. Next was the sight of Jazz pacing with Clare crying in his arms. Her voice was weak sounding despite the fact that she was screaming.
"Didja two see wha' ah did ta da otha twins?" Jazz asked distractedly.
"Yeah it was pretty good. Fraggers deserve it for putting her at risk." We fully entered the room so that the door could shut behind us.
"Need some help Jazz?" Sides offered. "I'm sure that you're aggravated and that might not be helping her calm down. If you wanna take a small break I'll try feeding her."
"Ya don' mind watchin 'er while ah go get some energon real quick?"
"Nope. We don't mind." Sides reached for Clare's still screaming form.
Jazz sighed dejectedly completely relinquishing her to my twin. He handed Sides a bottle. "She won' refuel, an' everytime she does she purges 'er tanks. If ah can' get 'er to refuel Ratch wan's ta keep 'er in da med bay hooked to an IV."
What sparkling would like that?
"We'll try and get her to eat Jazz just go get yourself some energon. She'll be well looked after until you get back."
"T'anks Sunny. Ah'll only be gon' fo' a few kliks."
Clare's wailing covered the sound of the door opening and closing as Jazz left. It was steadily reaching an entirely new decibel each time she opened her little mouth as wide as physically possible. She. Was. Not. A. Happy. Sparkling.
"Shhhh Clare...Sunny and I came to see you spark!" Sides cooed down at her. It did little to quiet her down. She continued to cry until she worked herself up so much that she turned and purged all over the floor.
The screaming only picked up after that. At this rate she was going to burn her vocaliser up!
Sides tried purring, rocking her, shushing her, talking to her, and nothing worked. Her little cheeks were flushed a bright enraged blue while the rest of her was paling due to stress.
I held my servos out for Sides to hand her over, once she was in my grasp I accessed what I could find on sparklings. What I knew was very basic, purring normally soothed them, if that didn't work there were instructions to continue it and stimulate one of their sensitive spots such as antennas, doorwings, finials. Jazz must have tried this already...
A purr started up in my chassis free servo reaching up to rub a ther antennas. There was an almost immediate change in her, though I sensed it was more because she was getting tired. Her cries started quieting down to gasping pants that sounded like something scratching against metal.
(Hand me her bottle.)
She was surprisingly easy to coax into refueling. The process was not particularly fast since every few moments I had to pull back when her tanks gave a gurgling groan, then after she settled I would have to start again. I did not want to be purged on if it could be helped.
Jazz came back about halfway through her feeding. "Ya go' her ta refuel?"
Sapphire optics drifted over towards Jazz lazily while she suckled her energon down slowly. She had mostly calmed down now save for a small grimace here and there. Luckily no more crying happened.
She finished almost the entire bottle much to Jazz's pleasure, and she was able to hold it down. I expected her to power down for a nap but she just laid there wide awake yet still quiet.
"Feew ucky...Tummy hur's."
"Maybe next time you don't listen to Skids and Mudflap when they tell you to do something."
"Bu' Sunny dey sai' it was fun!"
"Does it feel fun now?"
"...No. Tummy hur's. Don' feew goo'. Skids n Mudfwap dumbies. Tewl me do bad suff."
"So you don't listen to them from now on."
"Nope. No wisten ta dumbyhead one n two."
Sides snickered. "Nope! No more listening to dumbyheads one or two."
(You sounded ridiculous when you said that.)
(I sound awesome no matter what I say.)
(You wish.)
Jazz reached out to take her from me settling her into the crook of his arm. Some soft music started spilling from his speakers astroseconds later. Some earth composition that appeared to be a lullaby.
'Little child, be not afraid
The rain pounds harsh against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger
There is no danger
I am here tonight'
'Little child
Be not afraid
Though thunder explodes
And lightning flash
Illuminates your tearstained face
I am here tonight'
'And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning'
'Little child
Be not afraid
The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams
Still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight'
'Little child
Be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And the branches to hands
They're not real, understand
And I am here tonight'
The music appeared to have the desired effect on Clare, making her optics droop tiredly. She squirmed in Jazz's arms fussing slightly before settling again as her creator hummed along with the song.
'For you know, once even I
Was a little child
And I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears
Trade sweet sleep the fears
And to give a kiss goodnight'
'Well, now I am grown
And these years have shown
Rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's late
So I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close'
'And I hope that you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning'
'Everything's fine in the morning
The rain will be gone in the morning
But I'll still be here in the morning'
By the time the song came to an end Clare was already in recharge. Jazz shifted her into his hold carefully before closing it.
All of us released a relieved sigh now that she was out. Sparklings sure were hard to care for when they were sick. Pit when they weren't sick they could be little monsters. At least Clare was.
"T'anks fo' da help mechs. Poo' t'ing was 'aving a heck of a time wit' bein sick." Jazz nodded at us.
Sides shrugged. "Neither of us did that much Jazz. We just held her and let her cry until she was too tired to cry anymore."
"Ya still 'elped meh ou' big time. Ah t'ought she woul' neva go inta recharge."
"We'd do just about anything for Clare."
My thoughts exactly. I didn't tell him that though. Those words were ones that I would never say out loud to anybot except for Clare or Sides. Sides caught my gaze and grinned at me making me huff irritably.
Idiot already knew how I felt so why act so stupid about it all the time?
You know what? I didn't want an answer to that. To ask would only incite my brother's stupid tendencies which was something that I did not want right now.
All I did want was for Clare to turn back already... Wheeljack better hurry up or else I was going to make good on my promise to maim him. Because that's what it was, a promise.
And nobot better question me about my resolve to do just that.
Nobot.
R&R! Sorry it's a tad shorter than usual but I had something that I needed help from you guys for! Instead of doing reviews I'm going to list roughly twenty dresses that I picked out for Clare to wear to prom. I suck at fashion so I need some help! Either leave a selection in the review, or PM me! Also if you don't like color you can include whatever color you think would be better in the message. Here we go!
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2015-Special-Occasion-Dresses-Sheath-Column-Sleeveless-Sweep-Brush-Train-Zipper-Up-Back-With-Applique-7751524
2012-Ball-Gown-long-Quinceanera-Dresses-Sweetheart-organza-pleated-bodice-7718410
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2012-a-line-princess-high-low-Prom-Dresses-Sweetheart-organza-pleated-bodice-7717414
2014-Marvelous-Sweetheart-A-Line-Prom-Dress-high-low-with-ruffles-and-beads-7747719
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