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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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
Arabella's pov
{Tia: "Right now, I'd love to personally take their accusations and demands and shove them right up their-"}
{Me: "Too early Tia. Too early."}
My life consists of many things. As you already know, I'm a lover, a mother and a warrior. Unfortunately I also play the part of a politician. Which is hard, when people often criticize one or more of the afore mentioned titles I have so graciously taken upon. Don't get me wrong I'm happy the way I am, but I really hate hearing the whispers of doubt from bureaucrats at 7:30 in the morning. Especially when my sparklings (who are traumatized) kept me up all night consoling them for events that shouldn't have ever happened. To make matters worse, Prime denied Sunstreaker and Sideswipe access to today's meeting. I don't blame him, having three sleep deprived bots in a meeting is dangerous, having one…meh he can control the situation better this way.
The meeting is no doubt to go over what has recently happened, as well as ask things of each other.
{Me: "I do not see this going well for any party involved."}
{Tia: "Oh, what was your first clue?"}
{Me: "The humans will try and use the money we need into blackmailing us to give up the new info we got from the Con's"}
{Tia: "The humans?"}
{Me: "Oh frag. Just…I"}
I know what she means. I'm looking at things with far too much of a Cybertronian light. We both made a pack to not do that, no matter what. We're humans no matter what we look like, and losing our humanity would not only mean that we were forgetting who we were, but it would also mean that we're losing what makes us who we are.
President: "Prime, I am sure that you know what we want. We would be glad to reformate this base with new protective technology, on the condition that you share a fragment of your technology and information."
{Me: "Prime, sir don't answer. If I may I would like to speak out first."}
He looked at me skeptically before Elita nudged him quickly and gently. So fast actually that I barely caught it, I know no one else caught it, I hope no one caught it.
Prime: "I believe that one of my subordinates would like to speak with you, this will also give me a chance to consider your offer. Ms. Brinks you have the floor."
He used my surname, I think he's onto my plan, which helps my confidence a lot. I projected my holoform, but this time I did so in a way that showed my age better. I want to remind them that I am only 16, a fact that even I forget at times.
Me: "Hello."
President: "Hello, my apologies for not knowing who you are."
Me: "That is quite alright. My name is Arabella Constanza Brinks. I am Elita-1's third in command, and the proud mother of four."
President: "You look quite young."
Me: "I am. Biologically, I am only 16 years old. I am one of the two young ladies who was murdered and brought back by nothing less than a miracle to help end this war."
Galloway: "Tianna, would be the other correct?"
Tia: "Yes, I am actually much younger. Biologically I am only six years old."
Thankfully all of the bureaucrats' eyes widened for a tic before they went back to the normal poker faces. They feel guilt I can see it in their eyes, all I have to do is run with it. Making others feel guilty is a trick you either learn on your own or when you become a mom. It's useful, very useful.
Me: "I am blessed to be standing before you, and I only ask that you consider my words. Myself and Tia have lost a lot. We will never know the joy of a graduation ceremony with friends and family, we'll never know the fun of prom night or homecoming. We'll never be able to go to college, never be able to vote in an election. We'll see our friends and loved ones only when time allows, never when we want or need to see them."
I watched them, with every word they grew sadder and sadder. Whether or not it is genuine I intend to find out, but I have to hit them where it hurts, at home.
Me: "The Autobots are not trying to let us make the same mistakes they did, by destroying their home with weapons of mass destruction over matters that in the end are just as petty as the drama I used to encounter in school. Earth is my home, and I know from studying years of history in school that even if you all kept your promise of not to use the technology we give you, someone down the line will break it."
Still silent. I waited a few moments for this to sink in before I continued.
Me: "I have friends and family to protect, when this war ends, my wish is to stay here on my home planet as long as I can, and I fear that those I love will be put in danger, ten, twenty, thirty years down the line by someone who doesn't understand the value of human life like I do. I will never be able to truly enjoy the sun on my skin, or ice cream with my brother who joined me here solely to protect me. I will never be able to get a doctorates degree in horticulture like I dreamed since I was a little girl."
President: "I understand your hesitations, but what do we tell the other countries who ask for information?"
Me: "Tell them to think of their daughters, their sons, their wives, husbands, parents, siblings, grandchildren. And ask them; "Do you want them to have the brightest possible future." I want my kids to grow up safely like everyone else on this planet. I want them to have some form of a bright future too. We are not withholding this information to harm you, rather we're doing it because we admire you. Humans have come so very far in such a short time. What's the fun in learning when you're given the answers? The Autobots regard earth as their home as well, and they don't want to lose another home because of similar mistakes they made, especially if they help others to make them."
I said gently a small tear drawing a clear line down my cheek. Half of the group by now is swayed. Even Galloway's frown looked different, more thoughtful. I wiped a tear and watched as a few of the others dabbed at their eyes quickly, trying to remain professional.
Before anyone else could speak, the doors flew open revealing Pulse, who was sobbing quietly. He quickly toddled over to me and buried his face in my lower leg. I looked to the others apologetically before I picked him up.
Me: "My apologies. May I adjourn myself for a moment?"
Prime: "Ple-"
President: "Wait. Is that your son? What is his name?"
Me: "He is my eldest son yes. His name is Pulse Shockduster Brinks."
Mearing: "What's wrong with him?"
Me: "He like his siblings are suffering from night terrors. They unfortunately re-live what they saw while on the run every time they fall asleep. They have barely slept since they have come out of their coma."
President: "Coma?"
Ratchet: "Yes. Their bodies were forced to shut down temporarily to repair the damage caused while they escaped from our enemies. They had several cuts, the youngest having a partially damaged hand, though he has healed fully."
He piped up from his corner, continuing my theme of sullen-ess. The president looked to me and then to Pulse with great concern. Pulse continued to sob, his cries lowly calming down to dull whimpers as I stroked his back. Sunstreaker came to the door a moment later, looking slightly apologetic.
Me: "Pulse, I need you to go with daddy, once I finish my meeting I promise we'll all go to my garden lab for fruit salad. Okay?"
He clicked mournfully snuggling closer to me as Sunstreaker walked over to pry him off of me. He succeeded only for Pulse to reach for me, a fresh batch of tears in his optics. I rubbed his helm gently before Sunstreaker began to carry him away.
President: "Wait! You said that you have a garden lab…I move that we move the remainder of our meeting to it. This way your kids won't continue to interrupt."
Me: "As you wish sir."
I said as I led them to my lab. I don't think they realize how illogical their decision is…which means my plan is working. The female politicians smirked when I explained that my bracelet was the only key to the lab, their appreciation of jewelry shining through their poker faces as I opened the door, allowing my sparklings to toddle happily into the flowers.
"It looks like Jurassic park in here." One of them said as they stared around.
Me: "Thank you. I was going for that. This is actually a gift from my husbands. I spend my free time here safely altering plants."
Prime: "I believe you wished to continue the meeting here."
President: "Right. My wife would love this green house."
Mearing: "Don't you grow the produce for base here?"
Me: "Yes. I grow various sizes of nearly every fruit and vegetable imaginable here. Though a forty fruit tree is on my wish list for Christmas this year."
Galloway: "Sizes?"
Me: "Yes, I have found a way to grow Cybertronian sized produce that is safe for human consumption. Shall we get back to the task at hand?"
President: "If it is not too much trouble…could we see what you do? A break would be much appreciated."
Me: "I have nothing to hide, sir is that alright with you?"
Prime: "It is alright. Truthfully, I have been curious of what it is you do here."
He said, as I began the tour. I started with the flowers and ended with the produce, finding both Sunny and Sides enjoying fruit with the sparklings. It was quite adorable to stumble across them reading a fairy tale while munching on fruit.
Galloway: "This is incredible. That blueberry is the size of my head!"
{Ironhide: "He said it. Just saying."}
President: "Prime, I would like to change my previous offer."
Prime: "Oh?"
President: "I will gladly take the request for information and technology off the table, if your horticulturist supplies food to other N.E.S.T bases as well as the white house, and food deserts around the globe. This could smooth over relations not only between countries but also across the country."
Me: "I would be glad to assist in providing food."
President: "Good. We will grant more money not only for heightened security, but to also enlarge your facilities here to increase the output of produce."
Me: "Thank you sir. That is more than generous."
{Prime: "Well done."}
{Me: "Don't mention it. Glad that I could help."}
{Chromia: "So…Constanza huh?"}
{Me: "Please don't mention that either. My middle name is a pain."}
{Elita-1: "How did you know how to get them to take the proposal off the table?"}
{Me: "Frankly I didn't know that it would work. I just wanted to give them a glimpse at the lives they were risking."}
Galloway: "It's a shame that I won't be able to enjoy the sparklings further. I figured now was a good time to tell you, I've been re-assigned. I'll still be working with you but I'll be handling the budget for a different N.E.S.T base."
I smiled as I took a look at the sparklings who were slowly going in and out of recharge. They must not have heard him. It's for the best that they didn't, nothing worse than an overly tired irate sparkling.
After giving each person a fruit basket to take home, the President and the bureaucrats left. Sunny, Sides and I returned to the rec room to find Kyler playing the Star Wars theme on the piano, a smug smirk firmly planted on his face. I can understand why, his comrades were standing around, glaring at him in awe, and at the stack of 100 dollar bills on top of the piano.
"Lemme guess…they made a bet that-""Yep." He said with a laugh as he cut me off, transitioning into playing the Turkish March. The sparklings clicked softly as they began to fall into recharge once more. They haven't had more than maybe two hours of sleep and that definitely isn't good.
Sides: "Bae, did we show you what Nightsinger drew this morning during the meeting?"
Me: "No. What did she draw?"
He showed me a basic pencil drawn picture. Nightsinger has Sunstreaker's artistic talent, which is why this picture is so alarming. It shows the drone we found in the forest, but around it were three cats, a fourth was trapped in its claws. Its claws had some substance on them, and the cats looked banged up. It clicked. Sunny and Sides knew, I knew, Kyler had told us yesterday…
Me: "That explains way too much."
Before anyone else could speak a word, the quadruplets woke up again screaming, all of which trying desperately to get to Freezefire in my arms. She was wailing the loudest, her green optics black with fear. "Shhh. Shhh. You're okay we're here." Sideswipe cooed as he bounced Nightsinger and Pulse. "You're safe. Nothing can hurt you right now or ever." Sunny soothed as he rocked Maverick back and forth.
Me: "How do we fix this? We can't erase their memories, and we can't sedate them."
Sides: "Why can't we sedate them?"
Me: "Sideswipe, how would you react if you were sedated and were forced to relive the night you found Barricade with my body?"
He glared at me for a moment before his optics softened. We all know there's no easy fix, but we need to find something before damage is caused.
Hide: "Maybe we ought a do what we did with Bee when he was a sparkling."
Me: "What did you do to end his bad fluxes?"
Hide: "Simple. We faked an attack on base at night. We even made a dummy to show him that we won."
Sides: "That might work."
Sunny: "Our sparklings are too smart for that! They'd see right through it!"
Me: "We have no other options. Let's give it a try…say 8:00?"
I asked. He simply nodded and left, telling others of the plan on the way. The rest of the afternoon flew by, before we knew it, we were carrying the quadruplets back to our quarters for recharge. We were pleasantly surprised to find Optimus and Elita, as well as several boxes and new toys.
Prime: "It seems that the government officials wished to show their gratitude. As do Elita and I."
Elita: "The sparklings were gifted new toys for art and "dress up", as well as new teddy bears to replace the old ones and something that is called a "Dream Light"." She said as she handed me the note from Galloway and Mearing.
To the sparklings; this is just a fraction of the thanks we have for saving the human allies and all of humanities lives. There are plenty of art supplies here to draw wonderful things, and dress up clothes that you can use to imagine fun games! We hope that you will rest easy with these new gifts and we hope to see you soon.
-Mearing and Galloway
Prime: "We also have received a notice from the president, he would like for you and Kyler as well to go and see your families. He insisted that you all spend time relaxing and has offered to allow 9 members of your choice to know the truth, so long as they pass a background check and sign the paperwork correctly."
Sides: "Maybe. We need to get these little guys put to recharge before anything else."
Prime: "Before we take our leave we would like to present gifts of our own gratitude."
He as he and Elita both took something out of their sub space. Our sparklings clicked at them curiously before they were adorned with small Autobot insignias. They're magnetic, so no welding required and they matched mine and the twins perfectly.
Elita: "Little ones, these symbols are very important. They will keep you safe just like they keep your creators safe."
Prime: "They will also tell your creators where you are, so they will never lose you again."
He rumbled softly as he stood back up. Not a click later, a large explosion was heard from down the hall followed by several groans and angry growls. Naturally the quadruplets began to wail out in fear, heck even I was nervous. We weren't supposed to start the simulation for another breem or two. Sunny, Sides and Prime left hastily to investigate, leaving Elita and I to try and calm the quadruplets down.
[Me: "What the frag is going on?!"]
[Sunny: "Fragging Wheeljack! Blew the dummy he made sky high!"]
[Sides: "And half of the fragging lab too! Good thing you got that budget approved!"]
[Me: "Too bad it doesn't include Wheeljack's accidents."]
[Sunny: "You said security…we need a secure Wheeljack."]
He joked. It was only a few klicks later that they returned with a half melted half incinerated dummy and a freakin' parade of bots behind them. "No need to fear bitlets." Sides cheered with a grin. "We killed the nasty drone. They'll never mess with you again!" Sunny cooed as he took a whimpering Nightsinger and cuddled her close.
Prime: "Looks like those insignias worked perfectly."
Hide: "They'll work even better in recharge."
He said quietly as he gently stroked behind Pulse's audios. Said mechling gave a wide yawn and curled further into me whining tiredly. Taking that as their cue, the parade bid us goodnight. We placed our sparklings in their cribs, tucked them in and turned on their new stuffed animal/nightlight. They cooed softly as they fell into recharge allowing me and my mats to watch and wonder.
[Me: "Think we'll ever be okay? Will they ever be okay?"]
[Sides: "Of course sweetspark."]
[Sunny: "They're our bitlets. They'll move past this. As will we."]
He said as we continued to gaze at them. I really hope he's right, I don't know what I'll do if they're scared for life.
After watching them for a few breems we crept to our berth as well. Even though it was early we snuggled together for the night.
Third person's pov
The rouse had worked like a charm. The quadruplets slept soundly through the night, as did their parents. Around 8 am the next morning they awoke cheerfully, noticing that their parents were still deep in recharge. The quadruplets carefully crawled out of their cribs and toddled into their parent's quarters somehow managing to crawl onto the berth. They crawled up to their parents clicking and cooing happily as they poked and prodded them.
Sides: "Ohhhh. More recharge…."
Sunny: "Good morning bitlets."
Bella: "Good. You're here for snuggles."
She groaned as she wrapped Maverick in a hug as she turned onto her side. Maverick squeaked in mild alarm before he giggled happily when she started nuzzling his head playfully. After a few moments later the seven left for the rec room.
Bella: "Nothing like a day full of relaxation and cartoons with my favorite bots."
She said as she sat down while feeding Maverick. "You lot. Medbay. Now." Ratchet called as he walked past the rec room.
Sides: "So much for that."
He whined as they got up.
Once they got to the Medbay the three saw that Ratchet had already pulled up a scan of the sparklings processors. A grim frown greeted them as he looked up when they walked in.
Ratchet: "Arabella, count yourself lucky that Wheeljack and I haven't cut you open to examine your t-cog yet."
Bella: "Okay…and this has what to do with the quadruplets?"
Ratchet: "Don't sass me! Your sparklings have more than one transformation sequence available now. And no, it's not the typical alt. Though that will be available later, I have checked."
Sides: "Sweet! So what can they transform into now?"
Ratchet: "I believe that due to recent stressors, the sparklings may be able to take on the appearance of humans, more as a defense mechanism because they could blend into their surroundings better."
S.S: "WHAT?!"
Bella: "Do they know?"
Ratchet: "Of course not! I made sure to put guard systems in place so that they couldn't transform! How fragging dense do you think I am?!"
Bella: "LANGUAGE!"
{INCOMING CALL; KYLER}
Bella sighed internally. No one seemed to grasp the concept of her, the twins and the sparklings being on vacation. But she knew better than to ignore her brother. Knowing him, he'd hunt her down and pester her further.
{Bella: "What do you want Kyler? Kinda having an important meeting with the Hatchet right now."}
{Kyler: "I need you to come to my quarters quick!"}
{Bella: "Alright! I'm coming."}
Bella: "Sorry, Kyler needs me for a second. I'll be right back."
She said giving her sparklings and husbands a quick kiss. Arabella strode down the hall quickly, easily making her way to the soldier's barracks. Once she got to her brother's newly appointed quarters, she transformed and engaged her holoform. "There are some disadvantages to being 16 and a half feet tall" she thought with a slight laugh as she walked in to find her brother in front of his computer.
Bella: "Seriously Kyler? You called me to watch you sit in front of-"
Aunt Mae: "Oh my God!"
"Oh slag. What did he just fragging do?!" She screamed in her processor as Kyler turned around with a wide grin on his face.
Bella's pov
I'm gonna kill him.
Uncle Cobalt: "Sweet God, Bella…is that really you?"
Me: "Yeah, it's me."
I'm gonna kill him. What the hell was Kyler thinking?! How in the name of Primus am I going to explain this to them?! I FREIKIN DIED! Let alone the fact that I'm supposed to remain hidden…you know the whole alien refugee thing? That's still in affect! How am I supposed to-
Cobalt: "Where the hell do ya get' off fakin' yo' death missy?! I wan' an answer now Bella!"
Me: "Well…it's a long story-"
"Well shorten it! There aint no excuse fo why ya broke our hearts!" My aunt scolded. She's right, there isn't a good excuse...that I can tell them for why I broke their hearts. I can't tell them the truth…or can I?
Me: "Okay, well…long story short I met two boys who work in special ops, saw somethings I shouldn't have, was put under their protection, joined their team, got married to them which meant that I had to fake my death, and had quadruplets. Kyler just recently joined a team that works closely with mine, which is why we're stationed on the same base."
Cobalt: "That's nough' lyin' young lady, now we want the truth-"
Kyler: "That's the honest to God truth Uncle Cobalt. I saw the wedding myself. Even mom and dad know and were there."
Mae: "Well why weren't we invited?"
Me: "I would have if I could, but it had to be closed to only a few family members and close friends."
Kyler: "And her husbands planned a surprise wedding, so she really couldn't do anything."
Cobalt: "Wait, husbands…as in plural? Like mo' than one?!"
Me: "Heh, yeah… I have two…think of sister wives but with guys. Legally binding marriage."
Cobalt: "That's it. I've heard 'nough. Ya'll need ta come out here, to see us and explain further, and so I can kick yo husbands asses."
Kyler: "Don't know how much we can tell you, you know the rules of special ops."
"Not only that, but we have to get clearance to leave, knowing my unit, they probably won't let me and the family go unless we have back up." I joked. Boy I really gotta remember not to do that with uncle Cobalt and Aunt Mae. Why you ask?
Cobalt: "Alrighty then, bring 'em out with ya then, the more the merrier! Ya know all are welcome at our family reunion."
Mae: "Same place as always, our ranch. We got 'nough room to house an army."
Not mine.
…"Shhh!" "Move ya fragger!" "We were here first you scrap heaps" "I find very little purpose doing this"…
"S'cuse me for a second." I said as I began to storm out the door. Low and behold, a Jazz, An Arcee, a Bluestreak, a Prowl, the twidiots, and Prime of all bots standing outside, with straining audios.
Me: "S'CUSE ME! WHAT'RE YA'LL DOIN'?!"
They all froze, looking just like they had last black Friday when I found them raiding the fridge for the leftover desert. Is there no privacy on this base?
Prime: "Ah. Ahem, Arabella, we require you for a meeting in the main hanger."
Me: "Uh, huh. So ya'll been ease droppin' the whole time huh?"
They all straightened, some like Bluestreak looking sheepish, the others looking for all the world like they had the right to listen. "I'll see ya'll in two shakes of a lambs tail, gotta collect Kyler and get off the skype." I said with a smirk as I turned to go back inside.
Me: "Sorry, Ya'll. Ya know how it is, aint got no privacy on a base, no matter what rank ya are."
Cobalt: "Yeah, especially as a cadet."
Kyler: "Actually, neither of us are cadets. Bella's third in command of her branches' squadron, and I was just promoted to Capitan."
Mae: "Well, ya got to come see the family now! We wanna hear more bout this."
Me: "I'll ask afta' the meeting Kyler and I've gotta go to. We'll let ya know within' 24 hours if we can make it."
Cobalt: "Sounds good. See ya then."
He called as we ended the call. One thing's for sure, life is going to get really interesting around here.
A/N: Hello out there. Sorry I disappeared...and my posting is outta whack. Damn finals have taken my computer hostage, which means that the earliest I will be posting as of next week is Thursday, and that's a maybe. The good news is that I'm almost done with the semester, and I get a month off. To make everything better, I have some gift fics in the works...one being the long awaited sequel to one of my previous fics including our favorite twins only tiny. Back to this fic...Let me know what you'd like to see, because its TWINS VS. FAMILY for the next few chaps. Also please Follow Favorite and Review, when you get the chance...I miss hearing from you guys! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!
Happy Holidays! (Hanukkah starts today I think...)
peace love and quadruplets!
CLYL! 🌠💜🌠💚
