Fraggin FFN glitches. I thought that last chapter must have really sucked because I wasn't getting any review alerts! And I'm still not, 24 hours after posting it. (cries) I'm not even getting story alerts. Hopefully, FFN will fix the glitch too. No, it's not my settings, first thing I checked, all enabled right now and no it's not my email, I tested it.

But wow! I'm glad it didn't suck I really liked writing it. Thanks so much for the reviews and cookies! Hope you'll like this one even better. Hehe. For those impatient readers, Elita is showing up soon. Next chapter, I hope. Give me a break, I'm making this up as I go!

And now, without further delay…let the chaos begin!

Recreation Room: Take Two

Magnus groaned to himself when he heard the all too familiar laughs of three young mechs, together, coming from the same room! He should have known better! Leaving the sparkling with just Bumblebee would have been ok. Magnus trusted the scout as he had grown into a reliable and somewhat mature mech. The twins…no matter what age they were never changed. They were trouble, plain and simple. But put them with Bumblebee and its trouble times three to the max!

"Holy Frag! How'd he get over there so fast!"

From the undeniable sound of an over excited sparkling, Magnus knew exactly who Sides was talking about.

"Frat it to pit!"

Magnus sprinted to the rest of the ways to doorway of the recreation room.

"OWW!"

Now, if Bumblebee had been experienced with biting sparklings, like Magnus and Ironhide, he would have known not to shake his hand and just ignore the sharp pain in a finger or hand. Only Bee wasn't experienced. And thus, the sparkling was sent to the floor with a single shake.

The sparkling was on the loose!

It was one thing when a sparkling was on the loose and playing. One could control them. However, it was something completely different when that sparkling was feeling threatened…by let's say, someone trying to take a prized possession away. Anything and everything could happen. Magnus knows, he's seen it before!

"Ironhide, stop fraggin your femme and get to the recreation room ASAP! We have a situation!" Magnus quickly called into his communicator when a blue, red, and silver streak disappeared under a table. "Bring Chromia too!"

"For your information, I wasn't interfacing with my femme! We were only talking about it!"

"I don't give a frag! Just get over here NOW!" he shouted back as the three young mechs quickly surrounded the table the little mech was hiding under.

"He's trying to open it!" Bee exclaimed, when he bent down and saw the sparkling grunting, trying to pull the cap off.

Frag! His spark was racing! He never knew sparklings can move so fast! Or were so ferocious! His hand was still throbbing!

"Don't let him drink any!" Magnus ordered, staying by the door just in case the sparkling headed his way.

Optimus looked up! Yikes! The three mechs were closing in! His optics saw an opening and he went for it!

Sunny was caught by surprise when the sparkling shot between his legs, heading for cover under the nearest table. Recovering quickly, he dove after the tiny mech. Only problem was his twin brother went for the sparkling too.

Most of the time it was a good thing when they had the same thing on their processors. Then there times when…

Bumblebee cringed, slightly closing his optic covers when Sides' was undercut by his own brother. The impact was loud enough the entire base had to have heard as Sides crashed into one side of the table they'd all been sitting at.

Cups that were still half full of high grade shot up into the air. The sparkling squeaked in surprise and was quick to head for cover under yet another table. And Magnus knew the situation was going from bad to worse as the liquid splashed down all over the twins and the floor.

"Frag! There goes my wax job!" Sunny griped, feeling the cool liquid dripping off his armor. A cup landed a few feet in front of his view. "Ah, what a waste of a perfectly good drink too!"

An excited squeal sounded from Optimus when he saw the cups on the floor. One was even close by! Maybe it had something in them. They'd be easier to get a drink from since he still couldn't open the canister he was holding. He set his prize down and headed for the cup.

"DON'T LET HIM NEAR THE STUFF!" Magnus ordered when he saw the sparkling crawl straight for the high grade that was splattered on the floor.

Not hesitating for a single fraction of an astrosecond, Bumblebee dove over the twins straight for the sparkling. He'd heard that sound in Magnus' voice during battle a number of times and knew his orders had to be carried out no matter what!

The twins knew this too. They succeeded in making a mech of a mess! They we sent crashing back down to the floor when Bumblebee collided with them.

(TRILL!)

Optimus was all excited! He had his prize and immediately put the cup to his mouth.

Magnus didn't hesitate to call for Ratchet over the PA system. He didn't want to take the risk even if the cup was completely empty. He prayed it was empty.

"I got him!" Sides exclaimed, reaching and managing to grab hold of a little arm.

(GROWL!)

"AAHH!! MY FRAGGIN FINGERS!"

The sparkling was on the loose…again.

Ironhide and Chromia had sprinted as fast as they could when they heard Magnus' shouts. They arrived just in time to see a small, blue, red, and silver streak climb up the on top of the three mechs piled on the floor.

"What the…" Ironhide gasped, his optics widening in total surprise upon seeing a sparkling perched, for a mere astrosecond, on top of the mech mess before it scrambled down and disappeared under a table.

"Was that a…?" Chromia started but was just as surprised as her sparkmate.

"It is and we have to get hold of him," Magnus replied. "Chromia, don't let him out of this room. Sunny, Sides…get over here by the door. If he comes near it try to send him in a different direction. Chromia will back you up. Bumblebee, get that high grade cleaned up off the floor. Ironhide and I will try to coral him."

"We should just let him use up his energy," Ironhide suggested as everyone started following Magnus' orders. "They can only go for so long before they pass out into recharge.

"Normally that would be a good idea," Magnus replied. "Only he took a drink from a cup that may or may not have had high grade in it."

"Ow, my fingers," Sides grimaced as he and his brother stood beside Chromia now.

"Your fingers? What about my wax job! It's totally ruined."

"Sunny, zip it shut!" Magnus barked.

He didn't need the twins' antics at this very moment. Not when they could possibly have a violently ill sparkling on their hands.

Ironhide nodded that he was ready.

"So, who's sparkling is it?" he asked, keeping his voice low as he and Magnus advanced slowly.

"Optimus and Elita's. Here, turn the tables over so he has no where to hide."

As they turned the table over, something didn't sit right with Ironhide's processor. Yeah, it was rare that he thought hard about things. But he made it a point to never think too hard like some mechs he knew, namely Optimus and Prowl.

"Why didn't they tell us?" Hide asked, as they slowly turned over another table.

"The fight I guess."

"But that doesn't make sense. Chromia said they were arguing about sparklings. Optimus wants one and Elita doesn't."

Magnus had to admit he was miffed on that one.

"But the sparkling looks a lot like Optimus," Magnus said. "Same colors and everything."

Optimus sat still. Everything was so quiet now, except for his tank which was gurgling again. And he felt something else. Something above his tank felt…different. He patted his chest not understanding what he was the feeling inside.

(gurgle)

His hunger got the better of him. He quickly forgot about the strange feeling in his chest. He had to get back to where he left his drink. Where was it? Oh yeah. He crawled fast to another hiding spot closer to his intended destination. From there he could see he had a clear path to his drink.

Only he couldn't see if those funny mechs were coming after him or not. So he slowly climbed up on a table to see why everything was so quiet. The big red, white, and blue mech and an all black mech stopped and stared at him. What are they doing?

"You're right. He does look a lot like Optimus. Only it's just not possible for him and Elita to kiss, make up, interface, and pop out a sparkling all in one morning. You just can't spark one that fast. Optimus may be good, but no mech is that good!"

"That makes sense," Magnus whispered. "It doesn't change the fact that we need to get control of this sparkling. And I think I know where he's going. Whatever you do, don't move."

Magnus' optics locked on the sparklings. Tiny blue orbs looked back then looked towards his prize and his intended destination. Oh yeah, this was going to be interesting!

The sparkling dove off the table and scrambled across the floor. Magnus leaped over the chair in front of him, slid on his leg across a table, and then dove arms extended, hands ready to latch onto…

(SQUAK! GROWL!)

"Go ahead, bite me as hard as you want, little one," he grinned triumphantly, as he got to his feet. "You're not getting away."

Optimus was furious! He chomped, growled, beeped harshly, thrashed about, and basically was doing everything he could to break from the mean red, white and blue mech. All he wanted was a drink! And his drink was still on the floor.

Suddenly his tank felt funny. And he had a disgusting taste in his mouth. It was getting worse too!

"What happened? Who's hurt?" Ratchet asked, pushing his way into the room.

Magnus didn't have time to respond. He didn't even have time to turn around. The sparkling made a tiny choking sound before it spewed partially digested energon all over Magnus' freshly cleaned armor.

'Oh this is so not my day!'

Ratchet froze in his tracks upon seeing a squalling sparkling in Magnus' hands.

"Where in the universe did that sparkling come from?" Ratchet demanded.

Everyone looked at him, the CMO, the only mech qualified in this sector of the universe to have delivered a sparkling, as if he'd lost his processor!

Up next: Wheeljack arrives, Prowl and Jazz show up, and the sparklings true identity is revealed! The beatings begin. And a worried femme shows up trying to find her sparkmate.