Here are two mechs I know you all love. :) Guess what they find!

A few moments later, out in the hallway

Jazz and Bumblebee had returned to the base via the back entrance where the labs were located. The pair had gone out for a bit of racing fun early in the morning. With the Decepticons on an apparent hiatus they had a lot of energy to blow off.

"Those were some radical moves, Bumblebee!"

"Thanks, Jazz. You had some awesome ones yourself."

"We just better not let Prowl know we were racing though, ok? I love him but he can be such a tight aft at times."

"Sure, no problem," Bee laughed.

"And we'd better hit the showers! He sees this dust on us and he'll know we were racing!"

Bumblebee glanced down at his armor. He honestly didn't see what was wrong with a little bit of dust. He was used to being a bit dirty. It comes with the job of being a scout. One often had to recharge whenever they could even if that meant lying in the dirt.

Besides, at least they weren't caked in mud like Ironhide and Chromia usually are when they come back from a frolic. Honestly, Bumblebee believes they're doing more than racing with all the mud on them! It was everywhere, including between the gaps of their armor!

Jazz laughed, sensing what Bumblebee was thinking. Not every mech was as buffed and polished as Jazz. But at least he wasn't as obsessed as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were about cleanliness.

"Ok, so I need to hit the showers," he smiled at his young friend. "Prowl will know I've been up to no good if he sees one speck of dust on me. The mech notices everything!"

Bumblebee laughed heartily. That was true!

Jazz's finely attuned audio receptors suddenly picked up a sound. A vaguely familiar sound too!

"Shh," he said, raising a hand to quiet his friend. "Do you hear that?"

Bumblebee cocked his head and listened. He heard…something. Only he had no idea what it was. But Jazz must have as he quickly moved to the nearest door.

"Not from this room," he mentioned. "Bee, check each door on that side of the hall. I'll check this side. We have to find it."

"Find what?" he asked moving to a door to his left.

"You'll see!" Jazz grinned.

Primus, Jazz couldn't believe it! He hadn't heard that sound since Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe were sparklings! He'd been hoping for this day. He loved sparklings, even if they weren't his.

"Here!" he exclaimed excited.

He leaned against the door. There was definitely a distressed sparkling on the other side of it.

"That's Wheeljack's lab," Bumblebee mentioned.

"Makes perfect sense too! Well, kind of. I would have thought the Med Bay would be more appropriate but I guess a lab is a good as place as any to build one."

"Build one? What on Cybertron are you talking about?" Bee questioned, totally confused by his friend's behavior.

Jazz punched in the code to open the door. His spark instantly melted upon seeing what he was hoping for.

"Ah, he's so cute!" he exclaimed, picking up the squalling sparkling.

"Is that…"

"A sparkling! Shh, it's ok little fella," he cooed entering the lab and looking around. "Well no wondering you're so upset. You're all alone."

(beep)

"Ah, don't worry, uncle Jazz will take care of you."

"Uncle Jazz? We don't even know who's sparkling that is?"

"It's obvious," he replied holding the sparkling in one arm. "See the colors…oh and these cute little antennas! This is Optimus and Elita's sparkling! Oh, I've been waiting for the day they'd finally pop one out. Come on Bee, you have to admit, he's cute and adorable."

"Yeah, he is," Bumblebee smiled, tickling the sparkling's belly.

The sparkling giggle, his optic covers blinking rapidly.

"Hang on. How do you know it's a mech? I mean…do you just pull his interface cover off and check? We don't have medical sensors like Ratchet."

"Well, body temperature suggests he could be male," Jazz mused. "It is hard when they're so young to tell the difference. I just assumed because of the colors it was a mech."

"We don't want to get it wrong when we see Elita or Optimus, they might get upset."

"You're right. Here, you hold him…or her. I'll check."

Bumblebee reached then stopped his arms. He had no idea how to hold a sparkling! Fortunately Jazz was helpful.

"See how my arm is? There you go."

Bumblebee felt nervous. He'd never held a sparkling before. And this sparkling would just have to be one of the most important sparklings in the universe that he was holding. Wow! Optimus and Elita have a sparkling!

"I think I got it," Jazz muttered, his large fingers delicately trying to work the interface cover off. "Primus, it's much easier when a mech or femme is full grown."

The sparkling squeaked after a small clicking sounded. He didn't like being exposed like this. With a long, soft trill he began to tremble.

"Shh, it's ok," Bee cooed patting the sparkling's chest. "Hurry up Jazz, he or she doesn't like this."

"Well, I was right. It's a mech," he said replacing the small cover. "And definitely Optimus' mech."

The sparkling scowled at Jazz and spewed of a few short beeps and chirps at him.

"Easy, little fella," he chuckled, rubbing the top of the sparkling's head. "Ok, give him back to me."

"But I want to hold him a bit long. I've never held a sparkling before."

Jazz carefully observed how the sparkling was at ease in Bumblebee's arms. He was even pulling at the mech's chest armor. And as much as he loved holding sparklings, Bee being one of his favorites he used to hold, he relented. Besides, he'd get plenty of time to hold the sparkling later.

"Ok, you can hold him for…"

(gurgle)

The sparklings optics widened at the sound. There was another gurgle coming from his abdomen region. He poked at it with his fingers.

(gurgle)

"I recognized that sound," Jazz smiled. "Someone's holding tanks are empty. Come on Bee, bring the little tyke."

"Shouldn't we stay here in case Elita or Optimus come back for him?"

"Feeding a sparkling takes priority. You don't want him to get upset. Trust me. There's nothing worse than a hungry squalling sparkling."