I hope it's clear how the scenes appear to be taking place at the same time. If not, I hope I just cleared it up for you then. Finally, the next chapter begins with two lovable brothers.

Sunny and Sides personal quarters

Sunstreaker, one ultra cool, judo kicking mech, was just finishing up the morning ritual he shared with Sideswipe, his twin brother and equally cool, daredevil mech. After a long look in the mirror he turned to his brother for an opinion.

"How's my shine, bro?" Sunny asked.

"Nice, I can see myself. How's mine?"

"I see one handsome mech."

"Thanks!"

"I was talking about me," Sunny smirked.

"You aft!" Sides scowled playfully shoving his brother.

"Hey, watch it! You'll ruin my wax job!"

Side glared at his brother.

"Alright, alright, Sides. Cool you jets. Turn around so I can inspect you." Sides turned slowly. "Ah, you missed a spot. Hand me that towel and I'll get it."

"Tell me again why we have to be so shiny and clean all the time?" Sides asked, handing over the towel. "There aren't any available femmes on the base. In fact, only two femmes have arrived on Earth since Optimus sent his message over a year ago."

"We have to be ready," Sunny answered, rubbing out the smudge. "You never know when a beautiful femme might drop from the sky. You saw how shocked Optimus and the others were when we landed. They never thought in a million years we'd make it to Earth all on our own. Yet we did. That means there's a possibility that femmes will come too. And we'll be the shiniest, most handsome mechs there to greet them."

"Oh yeah!"

"There you go, just perfect. Come on. Time for some high grade!"

"Sunny, it's too early for that. And Prowl will reprimand us if he catches us."

"First of all, Ironhide drinks it regularly in the morning. Second, I've even seen Optimus have the occasional drink early in the morning. Mind you that's when he knows Elita isn't going to drop by and get mad at him. And third, there's nothing Prowl can do about it if he's busy working in the command center."

"What about Magnus? He won't hesitate to throw us in the brig if we get to rowdy."

"So we won't get to rowdy. What do you say?"

Sides opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by their door buzzer.

"Come in!" Sunny shouted.

A somewhat grumpy looking Jazz opened the door and stepped in.

"Did you guys have to use all the cleaning towels?!"

"No," Sides replied, using his foot to push some of the towels out of sight.

Jazz rolled his optics. It wasn't like he didn't see what Sides was doing!

"Is there one you didn't use? I really need it," he insisted.

"Sure," Sunny smiled, grabbing a neatly folded towel off his recharge bed. "Is one going to be enough?"

Again Jazz rolled his optics, snatching the towel. These younglings and their over eager interface systems need to get the processors out of the pit!

"No, it's not for me. It's for Optimus and Elita's sparkling!"

Sunny and Sides just about glitched on the spot!

"That's right you two younglings," Jazz smirked. "And you know what that means, right? Time to pay up to your uncle Jazz."

Sides looked in disbelief from his brother then to Jazz. They thought for certain that Chromia would be the one to spark a sparkling first with all the interfacing she and Ironhide do. However, something didn't just sit right in Sides' processor.

"Wait an astrosecond, Jazz. Why didn't Optimus make some kind of announcement? He's the kind of mech to tell everyone wonderful news."

"Yeah, how do we know you're not pulling some kind of prank?" Sunny asked.

"Oh, it's no prank," Jazz chuckled. "But come with me and see with your own optics if you don't believe me."

The two brothers decided to follow Jazz. They just couldn't believe Elita and Optimus have a sparkling. Not that it was impossible. It's just that Optimus and Elita don't usually surprise everyone this way. But then Jazz was never one to really gloat about things unless he was right.

"So, is it a mech or femme?" Sunny asked.

"A little mech."

"Are you sure? Did you check? I mean…what if it's really a femme?" Sunny sputtered, not that he'd have any kind of chance with any daughter of Optimus.

"There was no mistaking what his interface cover was hiding. He's most definitely a mech," Jazz snickered. "And no denying he's Optimus' little mech!"

"Slag! Lucky sparkling. He'll probably be a femme magnet like his pops too," Sunny frowned.

Jazz laughed, wrapping his arm around the youngling's shoulders, "Don't worry, Sunny, you're still one handsome mech."

"And what am I? Scrap!" Sides joked then noticed how Jazz's smile faded fast. "Jazz, what's up?"

"Here, get this to Magnus in the recreation room on the double," Jazz answered handing the towel to Sides then took off running.

There was an undeniable feeling within his spark. Eons together enabled Jazz to know when Prowl was trying to keep his worries to himself. No matter how hard the mech tried not to share them via their bond, Jazz could always pick up on such feelings. And, at this very moment, whatever Prowl was worried about was huge.

a/n: I'm building up to the moment where Elita finds out about Optimus. Have patience please. And yes, she will be the last one to find out. And yes, Wheeljack is so going to be in trouble.