Squee! chapter 5! Well enjoy... I hope. I'm glad that peoplle are liking this.. and thanks to all those reviewers I got one nice review mentioning that it was cool that my OC actually has a personality of her own. And thanks for that, I try really hard. I recently ran Nightstar through a Mary-Sue test, the results wern't too bad, although she got a lot of points for her name (Bah). My OC Fastrack had a HORRIBLE score 15, so I did some re-working (Which is not an excuse if you're reading Never again and are wondering why it's taking so damn long to update) on the other hand.. my third OC Siren, who has yet to make an appearance, scored -22 which totally ROCKS!

Anyways.. On to the story. Thanks for all the sggestions for naming the sparklings people, but I went with ones that were suggested by a friend because I found an amusing way to use them...

Ratchet ran a fourth scan over the sleeping femme. He couldn't believe that Nightstar had managed to spark twins after all the hardships she been going through. At least that explained why she'd been in so much pain. Shaking his head, Ratchet looked up to see where the Lamborghini brothers had gone. Sunstreaker was sitting irritably in the corner and Sideswipe was resting on another table, one arm draped over his optics. Ratchet smiled faintly; the red Mech could probably feel his spark-mate's total exhaustion.

Sunstreaker glanced over at the CMO. "Why can't I go again?"

"Because if you open the door, the other Autobots will come in too see the sparklings, and I'll have to yell to get them to leave, and that'll wake them up," Ratchet indicated Nightstar and the sleeping sparklings with his head. "And they shouldn't be woken for quite a few hours. I still can't believe the femme survived the ordeal of sparking twins with so little energy."

Sunstreaker grinned a bit. "Yeah, well… You really think I'd have let a weakling be my brother's spark-mate? Nightstar's as tough as any mech, tougher, I'd bet."

"I'd say so." Agreed Ratchet. He leaned over and took a good look at the female sparkling. "This one seemed very lively. Few sparklings are that energetic for weeks after sparking."

"Hunh… You expect me to add to that? Allspark-created here, remember? I got no idea about anything to do with sparklings other than they're tiny and annoying usually, but you can't blast them." Ratchet rolled his optics.

"How could I forget? I can only pray that the little ones are more like their creatoress than creator."

"Did you just make that word up?"

Ratchet scowled.

- - -

Ironhide had gone back to his quarters two hours ago. Prowl had retired back to his work, which left only Prime and Bumblebee waiting outside the medbay to see the newest Autobot, or as they would find out, Autobots.

Bumblebee let himself sit on the floor and was leaning against the wall thoughtfully. He was very curious to see what a sparkling looked like. He never seen one as he'd been the last Sparkling of Cybertron. That struck something in him. "Optimus?"

"Yes Bumblebee?"

"It just hit me… I was the last-"

"Sparkling of Cybertron, yes." Interrupted Optimus. "Why does that mean anything new now?"

"I'm fully grown, I couldn't find even my youngling years, forget sparkling. It just hit me how much of a miracle this is. Or how much of a tragedy it would be if…" He trailed off. Bumblebee believed the human idea that naming an evil gave it power. Optimus nodded solemnly.

"Yes, it will be as interesting a challenge to raise this sparkling as it was you."

"I was a challenge?"

"Not in the difficult sense. More that seeing as you were so special, you had everyone's undivided attention whenever you wanted it. Everyone wanted to show that he was best friends with the last youngling of the species. I was somewhat concerned you'd become spoiled as these humans say."

Bumblebee chuckled. "Come to think of it… I always did get whatever I wanted…"

Optimus nodded in amusement and both mechs returned to their private thoughts.

- - - -

Nightstar slowly opened her optics. Primus, did her chest and spark ever hurt. Then her optics slid into focus and she remembered why. Happily, Nightstar settled herself back down and wrapped an arm over her sleeping creations. As she closed her optics, she mentally added another reason to the list of why Autobots were better than Decepticons; the Con's wouldn't have let her rest, they'd have just sent her back to work, exhaustion or no.

She heard footsteps and pretended to be asleep, hoping that a) whomever it was would buy it and leave her alone to think, or b) would see through her façade but still pretend not to.

"I saw you sit up, now stop pretending and sit up again so I can look at you." Damn, trust the crabby medic to notice and not be empathetic. With a tired sigh, Nightstar sat up. Ratchet checked the repairs he'd done to Nightstar's chest after he'd cut in to get the new sparks. "Good."

"Can I go back to sleep now?" Nightstar yawned to emphasize her desire to rest, but Ratchet was not impressed.

"No, and stop trying to get pity, we don't yawn and you know it!"

"I feel like slag Ratchet, let me sleep."

"In a minute, the longer you argue, the later you get back to sleep."

Nightstar surrendered and let Ratchet look her over. In a few minutes he was satisfied and walked away. Nightstar lay back down, and as she closed her optics, felt an affectionate touch on her shoulder. "Good job," Whispered Sideswipe. "I thought Ratchet was going to lose it when he found out you had twins."

Nightstar smiled faintly as she drifted off into blessed recharge.

- - - - - - - - -

"Well?" Bumblebee looked up to see Prowl walking slowly down the hall.

"We still aren't allowed in. Are you done already?"

Prowl nodded. "Yes, I got plenty done in a short time."

The door lock clicked. Simultaneously, all the heads turned towards it. Sunstreaker poked his head out. "Ratchet says that you guys can't make any noise if you want to come in and see."

Optimus, Bumblebee and Prowl all nodded and came in. Nightstar was sitting up on the table. She looked over at the Autobots and slowly looked at each, as if trying to comprehend each. In reality, she was still tired and a bit disoriented. But Ratchet had assured her that it would soon pass.

"So, where's the little one?" Asked Optimus curiously.

He got a rather loud reply. "Squeeeeeeeeeee!" With a infantile war cry, the newly sparked femme went streaking by the three Autobots and out the door.

"Slagging!" Ratchet swore.

"Eeeeee!" Came the happy sound of the tiny femme.

"Yeah, yeah, now come one," Ironhide came in with a rather annoyed expression and the female tucked under one arm. "I don't remember them being so shrill," He announced irritably, he shut the door with his foot before putting the tiny Autobot down. "Go jump on somebody else."

Optimus laughed. The small female looked at him curiously before deciding to go find a more familiar presence; she climbed up Sideswipe's leg, much to general amusement. Sideswipe grabbed her and held her laughingly.

"Now if only the other one was energetic." He said.

"'Other one'?" Repeated Prowl, feeling a bit of foreboding.

"Here." Muttered Ratchet, raising his arm to reveal the small mech hanging off it. Happily, the male gripped on tightly and made a sighing sound of pleasure.

What was said next wasn't very loud, but seeing as four different mechs said it at the same time, it seemed deafening. "TWINS!?"

The reaction was not pleasant. Both sparklings fell silent and stared at the mechs, optics glowing in bright surprise. Ratchet had the sense to cover his audio receptors. Then the tiny transformers made a most magnificent sound. "AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Every bot in the room quickly covered his or her ears. Ratchet shut down his own and quickly grabbed both sparklings and tapped their heads gently until they quietened. Once they'd stopped, he handed them to Nightstar. He reactivated his Audios and looked around as his fellow Autobots sheepishly removed their hands from their head. "Now what have we learned?"

"No loud noises near these two unless we want louder noisemakers." Replied Sunstreaker, wincing visibly. The yellow warrior's Audios were extremely sensitive.

"Exactly."

Nightstar stood up, wobbled a bit, and sat back down. "I still can't walk."

"Then stop trying." Said Ratchet coolly. Nightstar scowled and shifted irritably.

The small male walked slowly towards the Autobots, clicking quietly. Bumblebee curiously knelt down to get a better look at him. The sparkling tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "Cree?" He said.

"Pardon?" Asked Bumblebee.

Ratchet looked up. "His vocal processor isn't yet developed, nor is his knowledge of language."

"Oh." Bumblebee smiled and stood up. The small male by his legs wanted attention though, and resorted to drastic measures to get it. He grabbed Bumblebee's leg and made a very good attempt to bite the Autobot, despite lacking teeth or even a mouth that was made for biting.

There was a roar of laughter. Perhaps sensing approval, the small mech tried again, to increased amusement. Bumblebee wasn't sure how to react to being treated like food. He looked down at the sparkling in confusion. "Er?"

Snorting with laughter, Sideswipe walked over and picked the minute Transformer up. "Save it for the Decepticons." He said, grinning in amusement. His sparkling gave him a wide-optic look.

"Kai?" The little one asked innocently.

Prime shook his head; he'd forgotten how charming sparklings could be. He walked over to Nightstar and nodded at her with a smile. "How are you?"

"Tired, bored, and annoyed."

Prime chortled; Nightstar was irascible as always. He nodded at her and turned away to leave. Then he paused. "What are you planning to call them?"

Nightstar shook her head, a bit surprised. "Me name them? But what could I call them?"

Optimus smiled. "I'm sure you'll come up with good names." He walked out and shut the door.

Nightstar looked over at her creations, what could she name them? She watched as her "son" once again tried his biting trick, this time on Prowl. The tactician's mouth upturned slightly and he gently pushed the sparkling away. The male streaked over to Ironhide and jumped up the warrior's leg happily. When Ironhide made a grab for him, the small male mischievously ran away and climbed Sunstreaker's leg, much to the yellow mech's annoyance.

"Why you little!"

"Squeeeee!" With a squeal of delight, the tiny female also pounced on Sunstreaker, catching him off guard and knocking him to the floor.

Ironhide snickered to see the yellow Lamborghini suffering so. "It's about time you suffered." He said in amusement as the sparklings crawled all over Sunstreaker's precious paintjob.

Nightstar snickered. She carefully dropped her feet to the ground again and shakily stood up. With slow, careful steps, she walked over to the furious Reventon. "Relax Sunny, they're too small to damage your paint," She bent over and picked up the male sparkling. "I have a name for you now. I'll call you Nitro unless anyone…" She glanced at her spark-mate for approval. Sideswipe grinned. Nightstar smiled back briefly. "Nitro it is then." She put her newly named creation back down on top of the irate Sunstreaker, much to everyone but the yellow mech's amusement. "There you go Nitro, you can keep playing now." Nitro happily resumed his sport of yanking on Sunstreaker's arms. Nightstar looked thoughtfully at her female offspring, but still couldn't come up with anything. "Jadestar maybe?" She thought aloud.

"Scrap metal!" Snarled Sunstreaker. "If you don't get them both Offa me!" Nightstar giggled and picked up the female whilst Sideswipe laughingly hoisted Nitro into the air.

Ratchet shook his head; he'd been enjoying watching Sunstreaker suffer oh so very much, too bad it was over. "Nitro eh? Well…" The small mech wiggled free of Sideswipe's grip and ran over to a table, promptly collided head first with it and fell over, an adorable look of confusion gracing his features. Ratchet chortled. "The name fits. He's a fast little son of a glitch."

"Hey!" Nightstar gave Ratchet an affronted look.

Ratchet merely grinned. "I didn't mean you." Sideswipe sighed and rolled his optics at his spark-mate, who was giggling madly at his expense.

"Aie aye aie!" Yelped the sparkling femme, wanting attention. Ironhide winced at the sound and decided to leave. He therefore left.

Nightstar gave her "daughter" an exasperated look. "Yes?" The sparkling smiled now that she was center of attention. Nightstar sighed. "I'm tempted to call you Alarm." There were a few laughs at that.

The small female giggled and suddenly jumped off the table and streaked into Ratchet's office. Nitro got up and ran after her. There was a resounding crash.

"Rgh…." Growling, Ratchet walked into his office to find… The medic's ill temper vanished and he laughed. Gingerly, he picked up the still nameless femme and carried her back out. "I do believe I have a name suggestion." He said, holding up the small transformer.

Sunstreaker snorted at the sight of his brother's sparkling; she'd evidently broken Ratchet's paint containers, she was completely covered in numerous different neon shades of red, blue, white and green. But somehow, it actually looked pretty good.

Nightstar's optics widened in amusement. "Rainbow?" She asked; voice chocked with mirth.

Ratchet shook his head. "Neon," he answered. "She's bright, vibrant, especially with her new paintjob," There was a general round of snickers. "And she's hard to ignore. All are very common traits of the Noble gas know as neon here on Earth."

"Neon…" Sideswipe tried the word. He decided that he liked it. And the CMO certainly was right; the name fit perfectly. He glanced at Nightstar, she grinned back in amusement and approval. "Neon it is then." Said Sideswipe happily.

Finally named, Neon decided that she wanted to go explore some more, but Ratchet had other ideas. He gripped her a bit tighter, just enough so that she couldn't escape, and carried her back into his office to wash the extra paint off and to shoo Nitro out before he to gained a new look.

Bumblebee leaned against a wall and just laughed. He decided that he liked sparklings very, very much.

- - - - - - - -

"I never really told you Autobots about myself, did I?" Nightstar looked patiently at the ceiling as Ratchet did yet another check-up on her. He was bound and determined to make sure she was in perfect shape.

"Not really," Answered Ratchet. "And why do you say "You Autobots"…" He trailed off. "Oh." He said simply.

"Never met a Decepticon femme before then?" Nightstar laughed. She'd decided to let her past be known; sparking two Autobots last month had most certainly assured her a place here, besides, she was tired of pretending to be something she was not.

Ratchet shook his head. "I thought that those stories of female Decepticons were only that; stories. So you were a Decepticon?"

"Oh yes… An assassin to be precise." Ratchet stopped what he was doing and slowly looked up to make eye contact with the femme.

"An assassin?" He repeated. Nightstar nodded, wondering what the medic would do. "Well… Primus." He said, shaking his head. He went back to his work of checking Nightstar's chassis for damage.

Nightstar narrowed her optics in annoyance. She hated the awkward silences. "My name's Nightstar Ratchet, not Primus."

The CMO started. "My apologies Nightstar, I was just trying to sort out where you would have been in the Decepticon ranks…"

Nightstar scowled, not at Ratchet, but at the memory that she was about to relate. "Let me help you. I was an advisor to Megatron, a "trusted" one." Ratchet looked at her in consternation. "I was a skilled warrior, and that's why I lasted so long… I didn't realize that Megatron viewed me as much of a threat to his power as her saw the Autobot femmes. At least, I didn't realize until he ordered me deported to a genocide camp."

Ratchet shook his head and made a small noise of sympathy. "Why did you join the Decepticons?" He asked. "Or was your creator also a Decepticon femme?"

"Oh no, I was Allspark-created," Answered Nightstar. "But I met the Decepticons first. I enjoyed the freedom at first. And I simply adored the direct way of dealing with things. You have a problem with someone, maim them." She looked at Ratchet's face. "You don't seem to shocked, I was actually expecting a bigger reaction… Not that I'm disappointed."

"You're talking to the mech who was there when your spark-mate and his brother were sparked by the Allspark. Primus, I've known those two their entire lives; they're Autobots and they deal with their problems that way."

Nightstar laughed a bit. "That's probably why we click." She sighed and settled down. Ratchet made to open a panel on her stomach, but Nightstar decided that she didn't need yet ANOTHER freaking check-up. She rolled over and stood up. Ratchet growled.

A grappling match ensued as the medic tried to get the femme to lie down for her examination and the femme stubbornly tried to get the medic to give up. This went on for at least an hour.

Bumblebee made to walk into medbay, but the sight of an irritated Ratchet halted him. The medic was still attempting to do his check-up on Nightstar, but the femme was stubbornly resisting, lying on her side with an annoyed expression. Ratchet kept trying to get her to lie on her back but what she lacked in strength against the medic's arms, she made up for in cunning; every time he'd loosen his grip to pick something up, Nightstar would jerk herself loose. Finally, in a fit of impatient temper, Ratchet stopped being gentle and slammed her down onto her back. "Hold still!"

Nightstar did not like being forced like that, and she expressed her displeasure magnificently. Ratchet suddenly found himself pinned by his vocal processor to another table. Nightstar leaned forward and glared into Ratchet's optics. "I'm getting tired of your stupid examinations! I'm fine already, what more do you need to know?"

Bumblebee felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Sideswipe. With a grin, Bumblebee indicated the mayhem in the medbay. "Your spark-mate's even better at annoying Ratchet than you and Sunstreaker."

"Why do you think she's my spark-mate? It ain't because she's a diva," Chortled Sideswipe. "What're you doing here?"
"Ratchet was going to finish fixing my vocal processor."

"Let's go in and give them both a break." Laughed Sideswipe. Nodding, Bumblebee stepped forwards. Both mechs walked in as Ratchet managed to shove Nightstar back on to the table. He secured her there with powerful cables.

"Overkill much," Noted Sideswipe. Ratchet straightened up and gave the red mech a nasty look. "Don't mind me doc, I'm just here to see ma hottie girlfriend."

It took Ratchet a few seconds to comprehend what Sideswipe had said. "I see you've picked up on human speech patterns very well." He noted dourly.

Sideswipe grinned. "I like the local culture Ratch, what can I say?"

"I hardly consider the city slums and street racing epitomes of human culture."

Nightstar joined in on the banter. "Au Contraire, Herr Doctor, the downtown eastside is the cultural center. If you sift through the dross, you'd find that nowhere else has such a mashup of different ideologies. Everything from the basest, most primitive human compulsions to the fucking richest, most corrupt and genius humans out there."

Ratchet had Bumblebee tilt his head so that the medic could open his throat. "You as well? Don't let your sparklings hear you talking in such crude dialects." Nightstar and Sideswipe looked shocked at the mere mention of the idea they were not good "Parents". "Speaking of which, where are the tiny terrors?"

Sideswipe smirked. "Ironhide's babysitting." Alarmed, Ratchet looked at the younger mech. "What? Sunstreaker is watching Ironhide."

Nightstar and Bumblebee started laughing.

For the third time in as many minutes, Ironhide tried the door. It was still locked. He groaned internally. He'd been target shooting when Sideswipe walked in with a sparkling under each arm.

"Hey Ironhide, could you take care of Neon and Nitro for a while?"

Ironhide blinked. "Err… what?"

"I need to go out and Nightstar's still stuck in medbay. Could you baby-sit for a bit?" Sideswipe gave Ironhide a "puppy-dog look" but the weapons expert was immune.

"You sparked the whelps, you raise them." Ironhide turned away indifferently.

Sideswipe grinned impishly at his back. "Thanks a lot!" He set his twins down and they made a run for Ironhide, chirruping happily. "Okay you two, be nice to grandpa Ironhide." He retreated and locked the door before Ironhide could react. "Oh, and no swearing in front of them!" He yelled through the door. "And don't even think of shooting anywhere near them!"

Angrily, Ironhide slammed his fist against the door. It didn't budge. "No shooting anywhere near them, eh?" Thought Ironhide furiously. "Well, what about directly at them?" He aimed his right-arm cannon at Nitro who gave him a quizzical look.

But Ironhide fortunately didn't get to fire; he felt a sudden, intense pain on his arm and turned to see Sunstreaker standing in the elevated viewing area, accessible only through an external door. The yellow warrior's left arm was converting back from cannon mode. Sunstreaker made an "Tsk tsk" gesture with is right hand. "Don't hurt the little'uns now."

So now Ironhide was locked in the target range with Sideswipe's brats climbing all over him. Sunstreaker was leaning on the viewing area's rail, making sure that Ironhide did nothing to harm his twin's sparklings. He was also there to enjoy the show.

"Ienhide!" Exclaimed Neon. She tugged at him until he grudgingly looked at her. "Ienhide pay?"

"Hunh?" Grunted the confused Autobot.

"Ienhide PWAY!" She yelped and then climbed up his arm and she actually reached his shoulders.

Sunstreaker roared with mirth. "Ironhide play!" He imitated, howling.

Ironhide growled, and Nitro tried to imitate him. "Rrrrr!" Sunstreaker went into conniptions at the hilarity of it all as Ironhide tried and failed to remove the minute femme from his head.

Then Nitro curiously stuck his head into the barrel of Ironhide's left arm cannon. "Ohhh…" He cheerfully balanced on the Black mech's wrist and stuck his head in further.

Ironhide moaned. "Take me now Primus." Above, Sunstreaker continued to laugh hysterically.

Sideswipe found the switch to deactivate the bonds holding Nightstar down. "I'm not completely irresponsible Ratchet, I kept Nightstar alive when she was sparking, didn't I?"

"That you did," Admitted Ratchet. "And a very good job of it too, all things considered. I couldn't have done it." Sideswipe brightened cheerfully. Though he would never admit it, the medic's approval was very important to Sideswipe. Ratchet was the first bot Sideswipe had met after Sunstreaker, his twin.

Sideswipe and his brother were Allspark created; born fully aware and mature (Although the second is still up for debate according to Prowl). The Allspark had created a single, unusually bright spark that had split into two nearly identical smaller sparks, and then it had infused them within bodies. Ratchet had been fortunate to be close enough to see this; he'd been amazed. Many bots had heard of twins, but they were a scarcity, and often considered lucky. The twins, not the mech who'd found them. Had Ratchet known that, he would not have gone down to meet the newly created twins to try and convince them to join the Autobots. Although truthfully, he did like the twins quite a bit, when they weren't pranking the slag outta him.

Nightstar sat up only to have Sunstreaker pin her back down playfully. "Hey!" He had her arms pinned above her head with his left hand and his right knee was resting on her legs, effectively holding her down.

Ratchet scowled, even thought he felt rather amused. "No molesting my patients you!"

Sideswipe looked offended at the idea he'd hurt Nightstar. The femme also seemed offended, but the medic guessed that she was annoyed that Ratchet would think that she'd let a mech get away with molesting her. She jerked her hands down towards her head, causing Sideswipe to lose his balance and tumble onto her. Nightstar used the momentum to roll off the table, dragging her spark-mate with her.

A playful wrestling match ensued. As Ratchet and Bumblebee watched, open-mouthed, Nightstar kicked and fought to gain the advantage while Sideswipe attempted to pin her down again. She tried to use her flexibility and cunning to win, but Sideswipe's brute strength won over. "Ha! Nice try Star."

Pinned on her stomach, Nightstar muttered something indistinct. Sideswipe had one hand holding her arms behind her and the other pinning her face to the floor. "Fuck you." She growled, voice somewhat muffled by the floor.

Grinning, Sideswipe lowered his head to her audio and whispered so only she could hear. "Later." He said teasingly.

Nightstar muttered something viral, but didn't actually seem displeased by Sideswipe's playful jesting. She went limp in surrender and Sideswipe happily released her. Ratchet just shook his head at them in disbelief.

The medbay door opened and Neon came running in, squealing delightedly. Following along behind her was a grinning Sunstreaker, Nitro dangling from under the yellow warrior's arm like a rag doll. Neon made a yelping noise and climbed onto one of the tables. "Atchet!" She yipped, pointing at the medic. "Atchet!" Brightly, she stood up and promptly fell off the table. Giggling, she ran over to the medic and gave him a puppy-dog look. "Atchet pway?"

Even the gruff medic was not immune to the sparkling's charm; he knelt down and looked at her. "Pardon?" He asked patiently.

"She wants to play," Sunstreaker informed him spiritedly. He put Nitro down. The little mech ran over to Sideswipe and hugged his leg. Sideswipe grinned down at him.

"Hey shrimp."

"You shoulda seen them with Ironhide," Said Sunstreaker happily. "Poor guy had no idea what he was supposed to do."

Ratchet picked Neon up before she could try to bite him. Inexplicably, whenever one of the sparklings wanted something, they would try to bite a leg; amusing if only because, as robots, their mouths were not made for anything remotely like biting… Or really anything for that matter, except that a mouth made it easier to emote. "Why did you leave them with him of all people Sideswipe?"

"Who, Sunstreaker or Ironhide?"

"Both."

Nightstar laughed. "Because he could, I'm sure…" She sobered up though. "But I would have been worried about Ironhide's temper, he could have hurt them."

"Which was why I was there," Snicker Sunstreaker. "He didn't do anything to them." He chortled. "Wish I had a recording of Nitro sticking his head into Ironhide's cannon though, that was hilarious."

He received four wide-optic looks from the other adult Transformers in the room. The corners of Sideswipe, Nightstar, and Bumblebee's mouths were twitching in amusement. Ratchet simply looked dumbfounded. He did have to admit that the mental image was… interesting, to say the least.

Neon, still in Ratchet's arms, decided that she was bored. "PWAAAAY!" She demanded loudly. Ratchet held her at arm's length and gave her a look.

"Stop that," He told her sternly, his tone scolding. Neon struggled and started squeaking loudly, having learned that this would usually cause whoever was holding her to put her down. But Ratchet wasn't having any of that. "Quiet!" He said, just as calmly. Neon was startled into silence. She gave the medic a reproachful look.

Nightstar reached over and took Neon. Ratchet shook his head. "Let me guess… You've been spoiling them."

"Have not!" She replied. "But how exactly is one supposed to discipline two sparklings without being too hard or too kind?" She rubbed Neon's head until the sparkling stopped glaring at the medic and sat down.

"Tik tik." Nitro, who had not moved from Sideswipe's leg throughout the entire time, clicked quietly. Sideswipe bent down to pick him up. Nitro decided that he didn't mind being handled and happily fidgeted until he was sitting on Sideswipe's shoulder.

Ratchet sighed at and glanced at Bumblebee, who'd wisely keep his thoughts to himself. "I'm done with you Nightstar, so could you please leave and take your entourage with you?"

Nightstar snickered, Sunstreaker rolled his optics and Sideswipe simply grinned. The femme picked Neon up by her scruff bar; a handle built into sparklings' upper backs so that they could be picked up and held on to easier. "Alright, Come on you." Neon happily jerked her legs, causing herself to swing like a pendulum.

"Yeeeeaaaiii," she swung left. "Yeeeooouuuuu." She swung right. Nightstar laughed and walked out. Nitro slid down Sideswipe's shoulder and followed his sister happily. Sideswipe shook his head at Sunstreaker in amusement and the elder twins calmly walked out, knowing all to well that Ratchet would be looking for them soon enough.

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"Eyaiyayayayayayayayayayaya!" Neon ran around Nightstar quarters at top speed, letting out an infantile war cry. Nightstar reached out her arm and caught her sparkling.

"Enough of that," She said. "It hurts my audios." Neon squeaked and struggled loose. She started trying to examine Nightstar's computer, but the femme had conscientiously locked it up tight for that very reason.

Nightstar glanced over at the Lamborghini twins who were sitting quite smugly by the wall, watching Nitro with a good amount of amusement; the small mech was constantly attempting to imitate his elders. But Nitro's limbs were much to short to sit cross-legged and the result was that he was trying to push his legs into place, when the joints wouldn't go that far. He wouldn't give up trying until they were doing something else.

"So, what exactly is gonna happen when Ratchet returns to his quarters again?"

Sideswipe sniggered. "He's gonna come face-to-face with Megatron, or at least, a magnificent copy of Megatron's face."

"Wish we had a recorder of some sort," Smirked Sunstreaker. "Ratchet's gonna freak."

Nightstar giggled mischievously. "What, no sound effects?"

Sideswipe put a hand over his optics. "Sla- Dang!" He grinned apologetically at Nightstar for nearly swearing in front of Neon and Nitro. "I knew we forgot something!"

"Sladang!" Imitated Nitro brightly. Sunstreaker snorted into his hand at both Sideswipe and Nightstar's expressions. He made a mental note to help teach the sparklings, when their creators weren't around.

"Aw well," He said. "It'll still be funny."

"EPIC!" Squealed Neon.

Nightstar and the Lambo twins stared at Neon. "Where'd you learn that Neon?" Asked Nightstar curiously.

"Umbee movie-atch wit me!" Came the happy reply.

"Uh… Translation please?" Said Sunstreaker.

"She picked it up from a movie she and Bumblebee saw… I think." Replied Sideswipe. Neon nodded happily, she loved to chatter, not that anyone understood more than half of what she said.

Sideswipe snickered. "Well, you are right Neon, this prank will be epic."

"Tee hee," Neon happily climbed up a ladder that Nightstar had put in her room for the very purpose of amusing the sparklings. "I halpith nexs pank?"

"Maybe." Answered Sideswipe noncommittally.

"SLADANG!" Howled Nitro happily. Nightstar put a hand over her optics.

"I. Am. Gonna. Kill. You. Sideswipe." She muttered. Her spark-mate grinned guiltily yet amused at his twin. Sunstreaker's grin, however, was 100 amusement.

After all, it was funny, and the sparkling's new vocabulary wasn't HIS fault. Well… Not yet anyways.