A Few Months Later
Cytain grabbed Illusion's servo and giggled. Cyria looked over at the two mechs with a puzzled look on her face. Jazz smiled and gently ran his finger over her helm. She giggled.
"You think 'Raj and Prowl will be back soon?" asked Hound.
"Yeah. Prime said it was just a scoutin' trip. They should be back soon." Hound nodded and looked down at the three happy sparklings. Illusion was poking Cytain in the side. Cytain's doorwings were twitching and he was rolling all over floor as the older mech poked him.
"Ok 'Lusion stop poking Cytain," Hound said softly. The small blue mech looked up at him then stopped. The green mech patted his helm and smiled. Cyria squeaked and Jazz looked down at her.
"What's wrong girly?" Jazz asked, looking down at Cyria. She looked up at him with innocent looking optics. Hound chuckled.
"She's a servo full ain't she Jazz?"
"Yep. She wants attention 24/7."
"Well she does deserve it. She did almost die." Hound smiled at her and Cyria reached out and touched his mouth. The green mech smiled and stroked her helm.
"She's a sweet little one Jazz." Jazz smiled.
"Thanks. She get's that from her carrier."
"She gets what from me Jazz?"
"Hey Prowler!" Jazz walked over to him, pulled him against his chest, and kissed him.
"What were you talking about?" asked Prowl.
"Hound said our little femme was a sweet one and I said she got it from you." Prowl rolled his optics and Hound practically pounced on Mirage. The blue mech was bright red and Illusion pointed to his carrier and laughed. Prowl smiled. Cyria looked between the two couples and chirped something quietly.
Later...
Prowl held Cyria in his arms and kissed her helm. Cyria's doorwings twitched and she winced. Jazz walked in with Cytain in his arms.
"Heya Prowler!" he greeted cheerfully.
"Hello Jazz."
"Mama!" chirped Cytain. Prowl looked up with wide optics.
"He just—"
"Yeah! He said that earlier! He's saying his first words Prowler!" Prowl smiled and Jazz placed Cytain in his arms. Cyria held her helm and whimpered. Prowl looked down at her worriedly.
"Cy you ok?" She whimpered.
"Prowl maybe we should take her to Ratchet." Prowl nodded and Jazz took the elder twin from Prowl's arms.
"Ratchet something's wrong with Cyria!"
"What?" Ratchet turned around and faced them.
"She was holding her helm like it hurt." Prowl held Cyria in his arms. She looked up at him. Ratchet hurried over with his scanner. He scanned the tiny femme. She covered her face and Ratchet's facial expression changed.
"Ratchet what's wrong?!"
"She's got a virus."
"What?! She's so little! Is she going to be ok?!" asked Prowl with an upset tone.
"I don't know."
Prowl laid down with Cyria close to his spark chamber. Her head laid in the crook of his arm and she babbled quietly. Jazz sat down beside Prowl and looked at their daughter.
"She's gonna be ok Prowler." Cyria babbled and sucked on Prowl's finger. He smiled slightly at this.
"She's hungry." Prowl brought her closer to his chest and opened his spark chamber. She reached for the feeding line and whined. Jazz chuckled.
"She must be really hungry," said Jazz as Prowl gave her the swollen feeding line. Cyria sucked on the feeding line and Prowl smiled slightly.
Hey guys! It's me! Sorry for such a long time between updates! I had servere Writer's block and a huge lack of ideas. I hope you can understand. oh and I am thinking of doing a Hound and Mirage story. Tell me if I should or not. Thank you all my readers!