The little mech in Jazz's arms kept crying and Jazz bounced him. Ratchet frowned and slipped the line from around it's neck.

"Ratchet what's wrong?" asked Prowl through tears. Jazz looked at Ratchet,

"Doc-bot?"

"Keep pushing Prowl." Prowl did as he was told and Ratchet caught the sparkling. It didn't cry and it didn't move. The older twin cried.

"Ratchet why isn't it crying?" the Datson asked. Ratchet was patting it's back hard.

"Come on. Cry for me little one," murmured Ratchet. Jazz and Prowl looked at each other tearfully.

"Ratchet?" He was still beating the sparkling's back. The older sparkling cried and Jazz tried to comfort him. Prowl felt his spark pull in sadness and he reached out to Ratchet.

"R-Ratch...I think it's gone..." he said through tears. The youngest sparkling's visor was offlined. Ratchet had tears in his optics. Prowl couldn't stop the tears from falling from his optics and Jazz closed his optics.

"Do you want to hold it for a few minutes Prowl?" He nodded and Ratchet set the sparkling in his arms. Prowl looked over the sparkling's small frame. It was a femme. Jazz wrapped his arm around Prowl's shoulder and all three of them cried. Ratchet cleaned up and he looked at the grieving family. The mech was still crying and Jazz was trying to make him calm down.

"Are you...done saying your goodbyes?" the medic asked, trying to keep back his own tears. They nodded and Prowl looked down at the tiny femme. He gently pressed his forehead to hers and their chevrons touched.

"I'm sorry for everything I said little one." Prowl closed his optics and a shrill cry filled the med-bay. They all looked at the femme in Prowl's arms. She was screaming waving her arms around and cried loudly. The two black and white mechs smiled and they cried for joy. Prowl comforted her and she calmed down.

"Primus! It's a miracle!" said Ratchet. Jazz nodded and then he laid the first sparkling on Prowl's arms. They two sparklings cooed and greeted each other. Jazz chuckled, hugged Prowl's shoulders, and then kissed him.

A While Later

Ratchet sighed and bounced his and Wheeljack's twins in his arms.

"You might want to feed them Prowl."

"Do you have bottles?" The medic smiled a little.

"You're not going to try spark feeding them?"

"Spark feeding?" asked Jazz.

"Feeding sparklings with spark energy." The two black and white mechs looked at the medic confused. Ratchet sighed, laid his sparklings in their med-bay cribs, and then walked over to the two.

"Open your spark chamber Prowl." Jazz took the mech from Prowl's arms and Prowl made his chest plates split. Ratchet pulled a swollen line from the side of his spark chamber. Prowl jumped slightly.

"What the pit? Were those there before?"

"Yes Prowl. They were just small and you can't see them that well."

"Why are their swollen?"

"Because that means that you are able to spark feed. Most mechs aren't able to." The femme reached for the one Ratchet held between his thumb and index finger and whined. Ratchet chuckled and gave it to her. She sucked on it and Prowl looked down at her.

"It's healthier for them to be fed this way but you can't let them too much. It'll make you sick. The best way you can feed them is feed them a little spark energy and then give them a bottle."

"Can we do that?"

"Yeah. I'll get bottles ready. I need to get ones for my sparklings anyway." Ratchet walked away to get the bottle ready. Jazz smiled.

"I think Cytain should get a turn."

"Cytain?"

"The mech. I made up the name. And the femme is Cyria." Prowl smiled and pulled the line from Cyria's mouth.

"I like those names Jazz."

"That's great to hear!" he said; smiling. Jazz moved Cytain into Prowl's arms and Jazz gave him the feeding line.

"Cyria's half Cytain's size."

"Yeah she is."