This is my first sequel. I hope you all like it! Also for most of this to make sense and to see how it all started don't forget to read Love Times Two! Please sit back and enjoy, also be gentle...still working out some kinks in the story. :)
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I IN NOW WAY OWN ANY SONGS OR MEDIA USED IN THIS STORY AS REFERENCE OR OTHERWISE I.E; NAME BRANDS, MUSIC, ANIME/MANGA REFERENCES (THERE MAY BE A FEW) OR OTHER SUCH NONESENSE! AGAIN PLEASE DONT SUE!
I do own Arabella, Tia, Kyler, the sparklings, and any other OC's I add later!
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techna13: Noted. I might do that... :)
Retrokill: May I direct you to the plot bunny's apology? Seriously it was strange to write but something told me to go with it. I hope you like this chapter better.
GuardianGirl24: I hope you find this chapter interesting as well! I hope you like it.
Text: " = normal speech heard out loud, sparklings included.
[Text: "] = Family bond/twin bond/quad bond/spark bond :)
{Text: "} =Com. Link/text message/ phone call. (specified)
S.S: " =Twins speaking in unison (or quads... i.e F.P)
N.P.F.M: " =Quads speaking in unison
YDaddy = Sunstreaker
RDaddy = Sideswipe
R&YDaddy = Twins speaking in unison from sparklings pov.
A/N: Me: "All right. Say it. Go on."
Plot bunny: "Sorry, for making you read a weird ending."
Me: "And?"
Plot Bunny: "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable...I was distracted and I won't do it again."
Me: "Good. Now go sit in your corner and think about your action scenes."
Plot Bunny: "Mumble mumble...mean...mumble mumble."
All right, sorry bout that folks, he's just jealous of his new little brother. I'll explain what was supposed to have happened during the prank...Again sorry it took a turn for the...um...dark there.
Third Person's pov
Morning of prank gone wrong
It was easy to say that Skids and Mudflap enjoyed the previous night. They had never seen the femmes act like that, and they really wanted to see it again. Alas neither had the forethought to save what they had seen to their long term memory banks. So they came up with a plan. Once the majority of the base was in recharge they snuck into the femmes quarters, and carefully rewired some of their protocols. This way when they heard certain songs, they would be forced to dance, unaware that they were doing so. Bella was the hardest since she had become a light sleeper do to having four sparklings. Once all was said and done, they turned on the speakers they had placed by the tarmac remotely and began to sneak out to the tarmac to see their work play out, they even put hologram projectors on some of the femmes to display the name of the event. Unfortunately they got carried away with Chromia and she was the first to find them.
Chromia: "GET YOUR AFTS BACK HERE!"
Primus! Does she look pissed! The two ran outside to find Bella already dancing provocatively, and much to their relief the other femmes lead by an angry Chromia stopped to join her. That is when things started to go wrong. They hadn't known that the dance moves they had programed would accidentally make the femme's armor shake off when they danced, so they watched in shock as armor flew off of each femme. Bella (since she had multiple sequences in her transformations) got the worst of it, becoming nearly naked. After the dance was finished they watched her grab as much of her armor as she could before she ran off crying. The two felt awful, they hadn't meant for the mass wardrobe malfunction. And now they were being chased by her sparkmates, brother and a few other angry mechs.
Sparklings pov; Pulse
Mommy is sad. I dont know why, but she's sad. Daddies gave us to Blue before they chased the twidiots away. Thats what mommy and daddies call them...twidiots. I dont know why. I wanna see mommy. Wanna make her feel bebber.
Me: "Down pease."
Blue: "Oh? Oh you want to be put down? Okay, but don't run off okay?"
Mave: "Down too! Pease?"
Blue put Maverick down next to me. What would make mommy happy?
Me: "Hey Mave, what makes mommy happy?"
Mave: "Daddies, us, flowers..."
Me: "Wanna pick flowers for mommy?"
Mave: "Yeah...there's one!"
Maverick and I tried to get as many flowers as we could for mommy. As soon as we each had nugh I ran for home.
Blue: "Whoa! Wait up Pulse! I said not to run off! Hold on! Wait for us!"
Me: "Sowy. Wanna see mommy."
Blue: "Alright, we'll walk together. Remember to watch where you walk, you dont wanna hurt our human allies."
Blue took us home but the door was locked. I wanna see mommy! Wanna see wanna see wanna see!
Freeze: "MOOOOMMMMY!"
Night: "Wanna see mommy!"
Blue: "Ladies? Are you decent? The sparklings wish to see their mother greatly. I can bring them back later if you want. Then again I fear that they might throw a tantrum if they do not get to see you. But I'm sure I can handle it."
Mave: "(Sniffle) Wanna see mommy!"
Me: "Me too! (Sniff)"
Blue: "Aw, don't cry little ones. Your mommy is-"
The door opened to show Mommy, and the other girls. Yay mommy!
Mommy: "(Sniff) You can come in Bluestreak. We're just putting the last of our armor on.
I walked in and saw that all the girls look sad, or mad. They need hugz, mommy always gives hugz when I'm sad or mad.
Blue: "I figured that I'd let you know now that, Skids and Mudflap will be punished after they get out of the Medbay. That's assuming that they live to get to the Medbay."
Lita-1: "What do you mean by that Bluestreak?"
Blue: "Sunstreaker,Sideswipe,Kyler,Hound,Ironhide,and a few others have declared open season on the two. I hope Prowl doesn't put them in the brig. The Chevy's had it coming. Well, the brig not the beating, although that probably was bound to happen too. Maybe-"
Chromia: "What will happen if they go to the brig? We're talking about three days minimum here, and Bella-"
Mommy: "I've got it. I may need help from time to time, but I can handle it. After all, it's kinda my fault. I shouldn't have suggested the burlesque show, I just wanted to help Tia...and I wanted some alone time with my mechs. Perhaps it is time that I change my armor configuration."
Me: "No. I like you like this. Give hug...pease? Wanna hug."
Night: "Lita need hug? Lawncer need hug?"
Freeze: "What bout Winbwade? And Gweenlight, and Fareup, and Gyph? Need a hug?"
Mave: "Who need hug?"
Chromia: "Awww, thanks small bytes. We could all use the hugs."
She said as she gave me a hug. I like giving hugz. Making people feel bebber is fun. We gave everyone hugz to make them bebber before mommy told everybody that we had to do stuff. Wonder what she means by that?
Arabella's pov
I'm gonna kill them. I love my husbands don't get me wrong and I'm touched that they beat up he twidiots for me. That being said, I now have to care for my four sparklings alone. For three days. No exceptions. Damn you Prowl.
Oh it won't be too bad, sure I've lost four of six hands to carry them and nap, bath and bed time will be a bear but on the bright side I get the next three days off to spend with them. Today I'm going to teach them about art, Sunshine has been meaning to teach them how to paint, but alas he'll have to miss out. Right now I'm teaching Pulse and Nightsinger how to roar and how to jump with ease in their alt forms. They're getting better at it but they still need practice.
Me: "Okay cubs, remember to roar from your tummy. Take the proper stance and open up your maw. Finally, dig deep and let it out.
N.P: "RAWRRRR!"
Me: "Good, good. But you have to feel it out. like this; MMMRRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLLROOOOAAAAR!"
Kyler: "AHHH!"
He screamed. Whoops didn't see him there must've scared him.
Kyler: Sheesh! The heck are you doing sis? Trying to scare half the base to death?"
Me: "Nooo. I'm trying to properly teach the sparklings to roar."
Kyler: "Why in the name of God are you trying to do that? What am I looking at anyway?"
Nightsinger: "I cheeta! Mrower!"
Pulse: "I'm a tiger! Mew."
Kyler: "AWWWWWWW! You two are adorable! What else are you guys doing today?"
Me: "I think I might introduce them to painting...
N.P.F.M: "Yawn."
Me: "After their nap."
Freezefire: "Noo! Click chiiirp! Nap!"
Maverick: "No fun!"
Pulse: "Warble...teepy whirr."
Nightsinger: "Cliiiiiick."
Kyler: "How do they do that? Half are tired yet the other half still has energy?"
Me: "Meh, they're not an exact science Kyler. But thankfully I have two aces in the hole to help me."
Kyler: "And they are?"
I picked him up and put him on my shoulder before I picked up Maverick and Freezefire while walking inside the rec room. Pulse and Nightsinger have gotten used to their alts very well now and they always follow me when I walk anywhere, in or out of their alt. This makes me happy because I no longer need a caravan of bots to carry my sparklings around...usually. We still carry them because after all they're still babies. I put Maverick down and held onto Freezefire, blowing a raspberry into her tummy.
Me: "You and their neck cables. Do me a solid and play them a lullaby on the piano?"
Kyler went over to the piano (We never really put it back into storage after Christmas) and began to play. It only took a few minutes for the two to become lethargic. I slowly began to gently rub my daughter's neck cables soothingly. After 20 minutes she finally fell asleep in my arms, and much to my joy, her siblings had curled up on their stuffed animals and are napping peacefully. Perhaps this wont be too difficult after all.
Later that evening.
Maverick: " WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT A BAAAFF! AHHHHHHHH!"
Why does the universe hate me so? Painting, it started out so well, I gave them each a canvas and they took to smearing the different paints around seeing which color mixed with which to make another one. I even made sure that they were wearing smocks. Somewhere my mother is laughing at me. This is exactly something my brother or I would do as kids, make a huge mess of ourselves and then throw a fit at having to clean up the mess, let alone get cleaned up ourselves. Somehow (and I sincerely believe that it is by the magical powers of determined infancy) each of my sparklings found a way to coat themselves in paint. And now comes the ever fun task of getting them clean. Oh joy.
Me: "Aw c'mon Maverick. It won't be so bad. Dont cry, its just a little soap and water."
Freezefire: "Chiirp, whirr new color! No wanna baf!
Pulse: "Me too!"
Nightsinger: "No wanna!"
Hmmm, how do you get four reluctant sparklings to bathe? Cant hold them down, that would traumatize them not to forget to mention that I'd need to find bots willing to help me. I know!
Me: "Okay, you guys win, I wont make you take a bath. Why don't we play a game instead?"
N.P.F.M: "Yay! Game!"
I smiled. Oldest trick in the book.
Me: "The name of the game is tag. I poke you and say tag, and then you have to chase me and poke me back saying tag. Ready?"
Each of them nodded their head excitedly.
Me: "TAG! YOU'RE IT!"
I yelled before running for the washracks. My sparklings happily followed clicking and squeaking in joy as they willingly chased me into the washracks. All I had to do was hide, and then push them into a stall. It was actually quite easy since they all ran into one looking for me. All I did was close the door behind me and turn on the water.
N.P.F.M: "HEY!"
Me: "Relax, Its just a shower. No soap needed here."
They frowned at me angrily until they saw the paint swirl around the floor creating a mini rainbow. They stared at it in wonder content to watch the colors swirl away. Once I deemed them clean enough I turned off the water and toted them back to the rec room for dinner. (Thank Primus for Inferno,Lancer and Windblade.) After which I let them watch tv for a few hours. Then it was time for bed. And surprise surprise they don't want to recharge. Literally four hours later I'm still up and now they're at the "We're going to cry until we get what we want" stage. I've tried rocking, and stories, and lullabies, and I'm at my processors end. They want to be held by the twins and they won't go to sleep until they get what they want. Unfortunately this drew the attention of a few bots, one being Inferno.
Inferno: "Primus! What's got their tailpipes in a twist?"
Me: "They wanna see their daddies. Did I mention that I'm going to offline Prowl? No scratch that Ratchet will, when he realizes that I haven't had recharge in near 48 hours."
Inferno: "You want I should get him?"
Me: "No. No no. Will you watch them for a breem while I grab a small ration for myself? I'll grab Ratchet on my way back. Maybe he could give them a sedative?"
Inferno: "Sure."
Me: "(Yawn) Thank you. Be back soon."
I said as I sleepily as I wandered out of my quarters. I made it to the rec room to find Jolt who was grabbing several cubes of energon. He looked horrible, I wonder if this is how Sunny and Sides looked when I was chasing them. Jolt needs to stop running. There's no escaping this, he just needs help.
Me: "Still running I see."
Jolt flinched nearly dropping a few cubes. He needs decent recharge, and a good wash. Primus I sound like Sunstreaker and Ratchet! Focus!
Me: "Sorry. Jolt, you look awful. Just give in already."
Jolt: "I cant!"
Me: "FOR THE LOVE OF PRIMUS! WHY THE FRAG NOT?!"
Jolt: "BECAUSE! I'm not ready to be a father!"
Me: "AND YOU THINK I WAS READY TO BE A MOTHER? DO YOU?"
Jolt: "Given the circumstances...no I suppose not."
Me: "Exactly. I have barely been a cybertronian for a year, and I'm married and Have four kids! Kids that I am not fully prepared for each day. But do you know the one thing we have in common is? The one thing that makes me certain that were capable of being parents?"
Jolt: "What?"
Me: " Tia."
Jolt: "What do you mean-"
Me: "Are you aware that I took care of Tia for a year before we met you? You have taken good care of her since, not to forget that you're a medic. Care giving is what you do best. Jolt, I'm not trying to say that you're ready, but I am saying that you're a natural caregiver. Stop running from a problem that you literally can't outrun. You'll be fine, and you have the twins and I let alone the rest of the bots for guidance. Now...can I have one of those cubes...and some sedatives? For the twins?"
He obliged by giving me a cube and a sedative that when used correctly would keep them out for 4 hours. Oh don't get me wrong, I love my husbands but they should have thought about how I'd handle the quartet while they were in the brig. And then you have that stupid prank war to cause more problems... I love a good prank but I think I need to put my favorite men in their place for the time being.
Third person's pov
Arabella returned to her quarters with the sedative and her ration to find that Inferno had put the sparklings to sleep. She thanked him as he left to get some much needed recharge. The next day would prove a challenge, but she was prepared. Before recharge she decided to create an itinerary for the day.
The next morning Bella woke up slightly exhausted but was ready for her sparklings who were excited to spend a whole day with her. She took them to the rec room and with some much appreciated help fed them. After this she asked Wheeljack to help her and the sparklings with a project.
Wheeljack: "So...you want to build them a fort?"
Bella: "Mmmhmm. Like a clubhouse of sorts. I figured that I could borrow your expertise in welding some old metal crates together."
Wheeljack: "If I'm helping you make a fort, it won't be just some old crates welded together!"
He cheered happily as he began to draw up minor plans. Forty minutes later he and the sparklings had come up with a semi coherent plan. Not twenty minutes into construction did Jolt sprint into the rec room with Tia hot on his heels. Arabella shook her head surprised to see that her friend was still chasing her husband, that is until he turned around and grabbed her dragging her out of the room.
Bella: "Uhh. Wheeljack?"
Wheeljack: "If memory serves, that is exactly how you looked, and precisely what the twins did when they gave up. Little ones, you will have new friends yet. And an impressive fort to play in as well."
He said as he went back to welding. After some guided painting (an anti rust paint was applied per concerned Bella's request) the sparklings toddled into their fortress curiously to see what was inside. There were a few shelves, and plenty of space to lay and play around. It even had a door with a hatch to open when the sparklings wanted a password uttered.
Bella: "Thank's Wheeljack. Im sure they love it."
N.P.F.M: "TANK KOO WHEEJACK!"
Arabella and Wheeljack chuckled as the watched the sparklings furnish their new house, dragging in stuffed animals and other things they thought were important. While they played Arabella asked Wheeljack a few questions.
After lunch and a short nap, Arabella was approached by Prowl.
Prowl: "Mrs. Brinks I believe that my judgement upon your sparkmates while appropriate, is more of a punishment for you and the sparklings, seeing that they have trouble recharging without them and that you have struggled caring for them alone."
Bella: "I won't lie it has been a rather interesting challenge. What brought this about?"
Prowl: "Inferno spoke to me about your struggles last night. With your permission, I would like to release them, on the condition that they take extra patrol this afternoon and evening."
Bella: "You have my permission, and I might suggest that should they wind up in there again that you release them to me for help with the sparklings when needed at appropriate times."
Prowl: "Understood."
Meanwhile in the brig
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were deep in recharge when two small figures entered silently, one carrying a computer. After a few adjustments to the frontliners protocols and to their vocal settings the two figures left snickering happily about their misdeeds.
Later around 6:00 p.m
Sunstreaker's pov
My sparklings are a literal get out of jail free card. All Sides and I could do when we were released was hug them. They had apparently learned how to paint and built a fort without us. I missed their first shot at finger painting. I'm not gonna lie I'm mad. Bella couldn't have waited until we got out to teach them about paint? Then again it was kinda our faults that we wound up in the brig this time, but it really is the fragging Chevy twins fault. Now I won't apologize for kicking their afts, I enjoyed that far too much to apologize for it.
Sides: "Bae...are you mad at us..?"
Bella: "No. Not at all, you were only trying to get revenge for what they did. I will warn you that this is the only time I'll be okay with it."
Sides: "I wish we could have been here for them building the fort."
Me: "I wish I could have seen them paint for the first time."
Bella: "No you dont. They wound up covered in paint."
I couldn't help but laugh. It must have been interesting to see. At least we're done with patrol for the day. Let me say that patrol can only be so exciting when you drive around an island so many times. Hence why Prowl assigns it to us when we screw up. He knows we hate island patrol the most.
Sides: "Alright, we better go get cleaned up. The faster we do the sooner we can hang out with our favorite mechs and femmes."
Me: "Right behind you."
I said as we began to head to the washracks. A warm shower sounds nice right now, and boy does it feel nice. Nothing like a hot wash to relax the-
Sides: "AHHHHHH!"
Me: "The pit is wrong with you?!"
Sides: "I..I...AIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"
That is not my brother! What the frag is going on?!
Sides: "I. (Gulp) I'm a...a...femme."
Me: "Uh, excuse me?! Last I checked you were a- WHAT THE FRAG?!"
I shrilled. What. The. Hell? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BEAUTIFUL CHASSIS?! My shoulders are slimmer, my waist is smaller. I HAVE BREASTPLATES! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CHEST PLATES?!
Sides: "Sunny? What the frag happened to your voice? WHAT THE FRAG HAPPENED TO MY VOICE?!"
Who would make us into...damn it...damn it, Damn it, DAMN IT!
S.S: "KYLER!"
He is a dead man when I find him! Sides and I stormed out of the washracks, (more like sauntered..argh!) and into the rec room to find said dead man talking to our sparkmate.
Sides: "KYLER! YOU WILL PAY!"
Me: "I get first shots at him!"
He froze and turned around, a slag eating grin plastered on his face.
Kyler: "Ladies, ladies you're both pretty! Now, what were you saying?"
Hound: "Mmm mm mmmm! My you femmes look astonishing! May I ask where you came from?"
I drew my sword and pointed it at his throat. Old habits die hard. I know way to go for nealry killing a mech in front of the bitlets.
Me: "Hound..Take a wild guess of who and where we could have come from?!"
Bella: "Oh this is priceless! Pffft! AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You two look so pretty! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
Our poor sparklings look so confused.
Pulse: "Daddy? Whirr click chirp?"
Me: "Yeah, its uh, it's me buddy."
My sparklings broke out into gales of giggles. I don't think they could resist.
Sides: "Kyler. FIX THIS!"
Kyler: "Can't, oh but it'll wear off in I dunno 12 hours? Till then you're stuck! You gonna give up and leave me be?"
S.S: "OH ho ho! Not after this!"
Third person's pov
It was about two in the morning. Arabella had grabbed the quads and went to the main hanger. They were groggy as she gave each of them a piece of chalk. She was tired of the prank war and decided to put those involved in their place.
Bella: "Shhhh. Can you guys do me a favor and color inside the tape for me? Draw whatever you want, make it look pretty. But you guys have to be quiet...we're kinda doing a spy thingy...so shhh!"
She said to her grinning brood. While her sparklings colored quietly she silently crept through the halls of base, grabbing items she needed, including her older brother. He slept like a stone so it was easy for her to not only move him, but to also duct tape him to a wall. Her next stop was the brig where she had sedated the Chevy twins earlier. She had access to their energon rations and so she sedated them. In her defense she did tell Jolt that it was for the twins, but not which ones. She lugged the two out of the brig and very carefully secured them to the ceiling, using rope, and some of Ratchet's famous glue. Although she did question her processing when she began to rewire them upside down. Clinging to the ceiling by her claws in her jaguar mode proved to be a challenge yet she completed her task. And last but not least were her husbands. She had sedated them as well, though she had to be a smidge stealthier, since they had been pranked by her brother only hours before she needed to sedate them. With some well placed glue and some self praise (hey, they're heavy!) She managed to glue them into a ballerina's lifted pose.
Bella: "Okay you four, now I need you to paint your daddies. I think outside of red, blue, and yellow, their favorite color is pink. Go nuts!"
She hissed as she gave each a small can of paint. The sparklings clicked and giggled happily as they painted their fathers a plethora of colors, pink being the most prominent. After all was said and done, Bella and the quads went to the washracks to rinse off and back to their quarters for more recharge.
Come the next morning, Will, Epps, and Prime walked into the main hanger to find an art show. On the wall, Kyler stood duct taped to the wall, holding a sign saying; " See no evil, speak no evil." Over his head was a hollow cornucopia. He was barely waking up when they had walked in, and was beginning to freak out. Will removed the cornucopia to see a blindfold. He couldn't help but snicker. Whoever did this had skill.
Epps: "Hey, the sign says not to touch the art."
He chastised pointing to the sign. Prime smirked as he came to the center of the room to find chalk drawings of bots and flowers and other things. One corner had a very well drawn picture of the beach at sunset. He smiled. The sparklings had drawn everything. As he leaned in closer to look he was greeted by a loud scream. He jumped and looked up to see nothing. He put his servo forward only to be met with the same scream. It had come from the twins, who were camouflaged to match the ceiling. He could only tell this by the fact that their optics had opened when they screamed. Will wandered over to the next sculpture which was Sunny and Sides. They were glued together, Sunstreaker lifting Sideswipe up into an arabesque. Both were splattered with various paints the most prominent being pink. They too were awake, but all they could do was move their optics.
Kyler: "MMMMMMPPPHHHH! MILL! MI MO MITS MOO!"
Epps snickered as the frontliners eyes followed him wherever he walked. Their mouths were glued shut so they couldn't say anything. All they could do was watch.
Prime: "Well, this is troubling."
Will: "No, this is hilarious!"
Prime chuckled before looking back to the major.
Prime: "The three normally guilty parties have become the victims. Who do you think did this."
Epps: "Why don't we follow the baby foot prints?"
He commented looking at the sparklings trail of paint. They opened the door to Arabella's quarters to find her snuggled up with the sparklings in her jaguar mode, a small note attached to her back.
Prime read it softly, yet loud enough for the Major and Sergeant to hear.
"Sorry for the mess. We kinda got tired of having to deal with the fall out of their pranks. We apologize for your inconvenience. -Bella, Nightsinger, Pulse, Freezefire, Maverick.
p.s...Pease no be mad at mommy...we miss daddies and want them to stop pwanking for a wittle bit. We miss pwaying with them. luv spawkwings."
Will: "Aww, I can't be mad at them for that."
Prime: "Nor can I. We'll let them get away with it just this once."
He said as they left silently. After a few minutes, Bella and the sparklings opened their optics with a wide smile.
Bella: "And that sweetsparks is how you get away with a prank, with no repercussions."
A/N: Alright done! Sorry this took so long to post...got a lot going on, new story and college starts in a week! I hope you like the chapter and for the love of all that is holy I beg you to vote. The poll is tied between mechs and femmes! It'll be up one more day in hopes of a tie breaker. As for Tia and Jolt...we wont know what they're having for a bit. Please tell me if you like the chapter...it makes our day when readers respond to us! Please also follow and favorite if you want to see what happens next!
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CLYL! 🌠💜🌠💚
