Bumblebee yelped a little before grinning and pouncing in return on the green mech who poked him. He nipped at the helm of the other who also squealed in delight. Both roughhoused playfully before they were suddenly rammed into by a little blue speedster and a red horned, arrogant road buster. A few others gathered nearby. His other best friends.
They all tumbled into a pile, giggling at their collision. When they finally untangled from one another, they sat in a circle, or rather an oval to be exact since a certain flamethrower didn't care to move from the place where he landed.
Wasp, Cliffjumper, Blurr, Hot Shot, Jetfire, and Jetstorm lay content among one another, purring at playful gestures from each other. Bumblebee silenced their roughhousing with a simple whine, putting emphasis on a growl towards Cliffjumper who kept biting Jetfire. Since he was named leader (or rather, he elected himself because no one else wanted to), it was his job to make sure no one got injured. Then again, Cliffjumper never obeyed anybody in the first place so his rule was only a mere concept.
All seven sparklings suddenly perked their heads up toward a direction, hearing something or someone moving. Baby Bee was the first to move, slowly peeking out to see what awaited him and his team. The rest stared, breathing heavily before squeaking in fear as Bee let out a startled cry. But this cry turned into something different, one of amusement and joy. Utterly confused, one after another stormed towards their friend's last seen position, waddling aimlessly before turning the same corner their leader had.
There before them was one of their dear caretakers, tossing the sparkling in the air before catching him with open servos. He was lying flat across the floor, legs forming an arch at the knee plating. Black servos teasing the yellow baby playfully under watchful red optics. Megatron.
Hot Shot immediately joined Bumblebee and the massive mech, climbing onto the grey chest before rubbing his forehead on the Decepticon emblem in comfort. The others tackled Megatron, jumping on his abdomen and nuzzling his helm like a group of puppies.
And that's just what they were, his puppies. He may have not giving birth to them, nor did the Magnus, but they were his no matter what. If he had to fight to prove his point then so be it.
He laughed as Wasp nibbled at one of the bolts on his shoulder, tugging trying to get it loose while Blurr sat in his left hand and Cliffjumper in the right. Both didn't seem as up and about as the rest, probably due to wasting energy (and that was saying something for Blurr who seemed to have an endless amount). Jetfire and Jetstorm used Megatron's crossed legs and a few pillows set up below to practice flying. Both were close but no cigar.
Megatron nestled the red baby's delicate faceplates with his own. Hearing the little one that was perfectly cupped within his servo coo, the assault helicopter purred softly, smiling as he observed how natural his bond with these sparklings had become.
Finally, the Jet Twins gave up for the time being and curled in a ball together on the cushions. Placing the blue and red sparklings next to the fliers, he let Bumblebee slide down his leg to land beside a wiped out Blurr. Hot Shot and Wasp followed before settling. All seven surveyed their protector changing position to rest his helm alongside them.
Megatron wrapped his arms around the pillows to corral the sparklings from leaving unaided, but that didn't seem like it would be a problem anytime soon for the babies drowsily began to snooze. Wasp had to jolt his head up to prevent himself from clashing with Jetstorm. Slowly and eventually, they all fell into recharge.
The grey mech kept his optics open to make sure none were awake, and when the all clear seemed upon him, he too closed his own.
AN: Thought I'd give Megatron a little more spotlight with Baby Bee, and this time, he has friends! Daddy Megatron's the best Megatron there could be.