In case you're wondering, Orion feels like he's being watched because Elita keeps staring at him when he isn't looking. :)
Last one! The end has come! D:
Part 4
Going Home
Orion couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as he held the two snoozing doorwingers over his spark. Prowl had somehow managed to move Orion's middle finger into his mouth while recharging and had whined when Orion had attempted to remove it. So, not wanting to wake the sparkling, Orion had simply allowed the black and white sparkling to suck on his finger while he slept. Bluestreak, on the other hand, had curled into Orion's chest and kept clicking and chirping in his recharge, something that amused the future prime to no end. Still he sensed that somebot was watching him. However, anytime he would glance up, he would see that none of the other caretaking younglings were watching him. Soundwave and Megatron were seated on the floor, facing each other as they played some sort of strategy game. Chromia and Elita were talking about something. What they were talking about, Orion couldn't say nor did he really care. He was more focused on the two sparklings in his hands.
Prowl gave a quiet squeak, kicking a ped as he onlined. Little blue optics flashed on dimly and focused on Orion's faceplates. The sparkling offered a small smile before snuggling in closer to his spark. Said spark thrummed a bit louder with affection. There was no denying it anymore. Orion wanted a sparkling, andhe wanted it to act just like Prowl. He loved the feeling this sparkling gave him. He felt needed, wanted… loved. It had never occurred to Orion, but he never really had felt loved. Sentinel cared for him and trained him, but… that was where it ended. There was no creator/creation love there, only business-like care. He liked this feeling, though, even if it was from a sparkling that he probably would never meet again.
Bluestreak twittered quietly as he, too, started activating his online protocols. Doorwings fluttered as excited blue optics looked up at Orion. Bluestreak gave him an open-mouthed smile and proceeded to tell the future prime in extreme detail just how great his recharge was.
"Bah-buh-wuh!" Jazz, never one to be left out of a conversation, squeaked from his crib. Elita grinned as she rose to her pedes and trotted over to Jazz's crib. Jazz gave an excited squeal as Elita lifted him up. He had had his recharge, and now he was ready to go. Jazz's squeal, however, woke every other sparkling in the room, and not all of them were happy with this fact. Starscream's red optics onlined, and he immediately let out an audio-piercing wail to inform the world of his displeasure. Thundercracker and Skywarp both squeaked in surprise before joining their trine leader. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe jolted at the noise and pressed their faces against the bars of their crib, peering over at the three wailing seeklets.
"Soundwave, silence those things!" Megatron ordered, pressing his hands to his audio receptors. Soundwave, however, was too busy trying to protect his ultra sensitive receptors. Megatron scowled when he saw that he was being ignored, and he rose to his pedes before stomping over to the seekers' crib. "Silence!" he roared.
That did the trick. Starscream broke off with a shocked squeak, and his watery optics locked on Megatron. He sniffled once, vents hitching as he calmed down and held his arms out to Megatron in a silent plea to be lifted up. Megatron glared at the little mech for a few astroseconds before giving an exasperated sigh and lifting him to his chest. Orion blinked in surprise at his brother's actions. Huh. Maybe the slagger wasn't actually a sparkless monster. He continued watching as his younger brother placed the three trine mates on his wings. Strange. The regal mech's attention was grabbed by a small tapping on his chest. Orion looked down and saw that Prowl was tapping idly on my chest as he looked at Megatron. Well, as he glared at Megatron. Orion smiled at the mech before rising from the chair, eliciting an excited whistle from Bluestreak, who was more than happy to be tall again.
"Well, the silence was nice while it lasted," Chromia noted as she lifted the twins from their crib. Sunstreaker squeaked as he settled down in her grasp, more than ready to return to his recharge, which had been rudely interrupted by that squalling seeker. Sadly, though, Sideswipe was awake, and when Sideswipe was awake, Sideswipe wanted everybot else to be awake, too. The red twin squealed and twittered loudly, excitedly prodding his twin as he looked around at the other beings in the room. Sunstreaker whined irritably, pointedly snuggling into Chromia's chest. Sideswipe whined back, tapping his brother insistently.
"Chromia, why don't we trade off sparklings?" Orion offered as he observed Sunstreaker in his escalating irritation. "Prowl is still rather tired, yet Bluestreak is wide awake."
"I can see your point," Chromia noted as she moved toward the future prime. "Here, take Sideswipe. I'll take Prowl."
"Right," Orion replied. He moved Bluestreak into the crook of his arm before carefully lifting Sideswipe in his free hand, holding him against his chest. However, Prowl did not agree with this arrangement. He squeaked in outrage as Chromia attempted to lift him from Orion's other arm. "Chromia, Chromia! Stop!" Orion exclaimed when he felt Prowl reach past one of the armor plates on his chest, gripping firmly on a bundle of wires there.
"What—"
"He grabbed some of my wires," Orion said.
"He did what?" Elita questioned as she moved to his side. Orion felt his internal temperature rise when she leaned forward to study the sparkling's grip. Prowl's hand was hidden under the armor, and Orion would have to remove that piece of armor to see what was being grabbed. Orion really didn't want to do that. "Wow, Orion. He really likes you…"
"Mine!" Prowl squeaked angrily, glaring at the two femmes that wanted to take him away. The three younglings looked down at him in surprise.
"He can talk?" Orion asked in surprise.
"He hasn't ever spoken to us before…" Elita replied, optic ridges furrowed in confusion.
"Opi! Mine!" Prowl repeated fiercely. At this point, Soundwave and Megatron moved to the mech's side.
"He thinks you're his opiluk?" Megatron asked, a bemused frown on his faceplates. "You can't keep him, Orion."
"I know that, Megatron," Orion replied with a scowl. "Chromia, why don't you take Bluestreak, and I'll take Sunstreaker."
"Of course," Chromia agreed. "C'mere, Sides," she cooed as she lifted him back into her arms. The sparkling immediately went back to pestering his brother, who squeak in anger as him. Chromia rolled her optics and decided to simply let the little mechling free. The second she set Sideswipe down on the ground, he made a beeline to the toy box settled against a wall. She stood and gently lifted Bluestreak into her arms before transferring Sunstreaker over to Orion's. As she walked toward the toy box, the golden sparkling chirped in fatigue and cuddled into Orion's plating before dropping back into recharge. Prowl retained his hold on Orion's wires until the tall mech returned to his chair. With his spot guaranteed, he retracted his hand and snuggled into the heat Orion's frame gave off.
"Quite the cuddle mech, aren't you?" Elita teased. Orion chuckled, completely unaware of how that sound made shivers go down her spinal strut.
"I think it's because I'm warm," he admitted. "I have a big spark, so my frame stays warm."
"I bet you do," Elita mumbled, blushing. Orion frowned, cocking his helm to the side in an adorable manner.
"What?" he asked, not hearing what Elita had said.
"Nothing!" she said quickly.
"Gah-bah-wuh!" Jazz squeaked, wanting attention to be focused on him.
"Really?" Elita replied with a grin as she looked down at the mechling in her arms.
"Gab-ee-wuh-nuh! Bab-buh-nuh!" Jazz informed her, giving her an open-mouthed smile.
"I totally agree," Elita stated. Jazz squealed happily. Obviously, her concurrence was what he had been hoping for.
"He is a rather hyper mech," Orion commented, glancing down at the two sparklings in his arms.
"Just you wait. I bet he'll be the composed one in the future. Sideswipe'll be calm and quiet, Prowl will be a wild party-mech, and Sunstreaker will have multiple femmes chasing him, but he'll be too busy helping everyone else with their problems to chase back," Elita prophesied with a haughty, yet teasing grin.
"So Sideswipe will be a data clerk, Jazz will be a corporate leader, Prowl will be too irresponsible to hold a job, and Sunstreaker will be a therapist," Orion surmised with a snort. "I can see it now… And what will you be, Elita?" Elita blushed at the question, secretly delighted that he asked a question about her dreams.
"I wish to be a teacher. I wish to teach younglings before they go to their respective castes," she admitted with a shy smile, as if Orion would tease her. Instead, he did the exact opposite. He gave her a gentle smile.
"You will do well. I have seen you interact with these sparklings, and I believe you have a lot to bring to that career field. Perhaps I can speak with that caste delegate… Maybe pull some strings to make your training cheaper and quicker," Orion replied.
"You would do that?" she asked, with wide, excited optics. Orion's smile grew.
"Of course. Our young are our future. They deserve to have the best teaching them," he claimed, blushing a bit as he gave the compliment. Elita's pink cheeks were nearly completely purple thanks to the blue tint of her blush.
"And what about your dreams? Have you ever wanted to be anything other than a prime?" she questioned. His smile faded, and his face turned a bit somber. He snapped his facemask over his mouth instinctively. It was a habit he had formed when he first started learning to control his face to hide his emotions. His optics gained a strange glint, like he was hiding something, and Elita knew that she shouldn't have asked that question.
"I am to be a prime, and a prime does not pine after what could be or what could have been. A prime has many duties in life, and without a prime, Cybertron would fail. It is my duty to focus solely on my studies and work to become the proper voice of the people. There is no time to brood or hold onto… things that will never be. I am a prime, and that is all that I ever will… or ever could be."
It sounded so rehearsed, as if Orion had brought up wanting to do something before only to be shot down. His optics, though blank, still held traces of sadness and insecurity. Elita frowned, optics growing wet for the mech that probably wasn't allowed to cry.
"You have no freedom," she whispered in sympathy.
"A sacrifice I am willing to give for my people, as every prime before me has," Orion said.
"But it's not fair! You didn't ask for this!" Elita argued.
"Bah-wuh?" Jazz squeaked, but he was ignored. He blinked up at the distressed femme and decided to be quiet for a few kliks, cuddling into her chest and clicking at her softly.
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a time of our choosing. Not all have the… luck, I suppose, to choose their life. Elita, people need me to be completely focused on their problems. If I am busy with a hobby, I will not get anything done, and the people will suffer for it."
"So you don't have any fun, any free-time at all?" she demanded with a scowl. Orion shook his helm in disagreement.
"I am allowed free-time. I spend it in the library, or I go out to Iacon. I enjoy walking the Iaconian Market in Iacon Square," Orion stated. Elita waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she gave an irritable "What else?"
"Well… I… I enjoy reading…" he continued, grasping for straws at this point. The truth was, Sentinel's library mainly held history and science books, and Orion preferred fiction since history and science was what he had to read all solar cycle long during his lessons. "I spar sometimes…"
"And what else?" she prodded. Orion looked away awkwardly.
"I don't get that much free-time," he mumbled, embarrassed by his social life, or lack thereof.
"He has a scheduled recharge time, too," Megatron volunteered from across the room. Orion's cheeks burned in embarrassment, and resentment rose in his spark as he glared at his brother. Megatron smirked at him.
"I fail to see how that is relevant, seeing as it is something I myself cannot change. Sentinel Prime believes that in order for a mech to be at his best, he should be properly rested. I doubt Killswitch has differing beliefs. Perhaps that is something I should bring up to him in our next conversation at the Meeting Hall," Orion snapped. Megatron's smirk dropped into a scowl.
"You wouldn't dare," he snarled. Orion's optics narrowed at the obvious challenge.
"I do not think this is a good time to try my temper. Believe me, I have no reason to hesitate in bringing up such a thing. I would suggest you mind your own business instead of attempting to nose your way into mine, brother," he remarked, voice still calm and even. Megatron huffed angrily, but turned his attention back to the seeklets who were wrestling in front of where he sat.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Elita said immediately.
"My embarrassment is inconsequential. The issue here is that my younger brother is an uncouth ruffian who lacks the finesse, discernment, and communication skills his mentor has. If he wishes to lead anything more intelligent than a energon cube, he needs to learn when to speak and when to keep that loud mouth of his closed." Elita blinked at him.
"Did you know that your words get longer when you're mad?" she asked randomly. Orion blinked back at her, thrown off by her question.
"I had not noticed…" he replied hesitantly.
"Well, they do, and—" She was cut off by Sideswipe's excited squeal. She turned to see the little red mech speed crawling toward the door, where a mech with a tasteful white paintjob with gold accents was standing. The tall mech had blue optics, labeling him as a part of the politician and science caste. "Good joor, Liaison Ratchet," Elita greeted. Orion's optics widened as he stood out of respect.
"Well, well, well. Fancy meeting the future prime here," Ratchet commented as he studied the lanky mech. "And watching my adopted little Pit-spawns, too!"
"A pleasure to see you, Liaison Ratchet, despite how odd the circumstance," Orion said as he approached the partitioned door. Sideswipe was pawing at the door near our pedes, chirping excitedly at the white and gold mech. Elita bent down and lifted him up, and the second she was standing, Sideswipe launched himself at the Liaison, who caught him expertly and held him to his chest. Sideswipe bounced happily as he twittered to the older mech, who chirped back at him.
"None of that slag. We both know you barely know who I am. Slag, you probably won't see me again until you take the primeship," Ratchet remarked with a wry grin. He glanced down at the sparklings Orion held, then did a double-take. "How the slag did you keep Sunstreaker offline? He's only been offline for a few kliks, right?"
"Nope. Orion here seems to have a calming effect on them. With him talking, both of them conked out pretty quickly. Then, when Sunny woke back up, we handed him over to Orion, and he went right back into recharge," Elita stated happily.
"Really? Perhaps you should work here more often… Why are you here?" Ratchet questioned as he took Sunstreaker into his arms. Sideswipe squeaked and started prodding his brother almost immediately. Sunstreaker grumbled wordlessly before onlining his optics and giving his twin a dark glare. Sideswipe was unfazed by this and continued harassing the poor sparkling.
"I made a remark to Sentinel without processing. This was supposed to be punishment," Orion explained. Ratchet nodded in understanding.
"I see. Well, I shall see you in a few vorns. Happiness and success to you, my future prime," Ratchet said, before turning and leaving. Prowl squeaked happily as he scooted over, settling himself directly over Orion's spark.
"Mine," he claimed happily as he snuggled in. Orion looked down at him, allowing his mask to slide back as he gave the sparkling an amused smile.
"I'm afraid I am not your opiluk, Prowl," he stated. Prowl squeaked in disagreement.
"Opi. Mine," he asserted. Orion chuckled as he lifted the sparkling until they were face-to-face and nuzzled his nose against Prowl's. The sparkling gave a delighted giggle and hugged Orion's face. "Mine!" he practically sang. Orion rolled his optics and moved Prowl back to his chest.
"You know, if you talk to Hound and the higher ups, I bet they'd let you adopt him," Chromia said off-handedly as Orion and Elita made their way to where she sat with Bluestreak.
"I don't understand," Orion replied with a frown.
"Hound is a foster parent who can form temporary bonds," Elita explained as they both sat down across from Chromia and Bluestreak. Orion's optics widened in surprise. It was rare to find a bot that could form temporary long-term bonds, and almost every one of them was automatically transferred to the child-rearing caste with teachers and trainers to care for sparklings whose creators offlined for any reason. "Prowl was found in a lab, and Hound took him in when the medical caste finished his check-up. Jazz was found wandering the streets of lower Iacon," Elita explained, setting down the sparkling, who immediately scampered over to Bluestreak. Bluestreak gave Jazz a happy chirp before moving some of the pieces to his small puzzle over to the silver mechling. Orion placed Prowl on the ground, only to receive a look from the sparkling that told Orion that Prowl did not find this movement desirable. Instead, he crawled over to the future prime's leg and flopped onto it before giving Orion a look that said, "What the slag are you waiting for? Pick me up!"
"So his creators were missing?" Orion questioned as he lifted Prowl into his lap, situating him so that he faced the conversation, back resting against the larger mech's stomach plating.
"Offlined," Chromia corrected.
"I see," Orion said grimly, hating that sparklings were orphaned like that. He at least knew his creators before being whisked away to start his training. He hummed as he suddenly wondered how they were. He hadn't been able to visit them in a while due to his own duties and the fact that they lived all the way in Tarn. He held a small mentor/student bond with Sentinel, but it wasn't the same.
"Excuse me, but I'm here for the future Royal Command Trine of Vos," a deep, aged voice stated from the door. Orion twisted and was surprised to see a seeker that was old enough to be his grandcreator.
"Finally!" Megatron griped as he rose to his pedes, three seeklets on his wings. He stomped over to the door and handed the sparklings over one by one to the old mech, who placed every one of them on his wings. "Little monsters are fraggin annoying," he grumbled. The old mech laughed at the future protectorate.
"Just remember that you will be working hand-in-hand with Starscream in the future. The Vosian prince often coordinates with the Defense Force for aerial aid," the mech stated.
"Well stated, Jetfire," another deep voice interjected.
"Lord Protector Killswitch!" Jetfire greeted with a sharp salute. The other mech chuckled.
"No need for the formalities, old friend. I am simply here to pick up my ward and his guard-in-training," Killswitch stated. In all honesty, if one met Killswitch, they likely wouldn't believe him to be the leader of a fierce and feared army. The black mech was tall and lanky with only the slightest bulk to his chest plates. He had an easy smile, which he loved to use around femmes, and he had an easy-going personality.
"Finally! Do you have any idea what I have been forced to deal with?" Megatron demanded.
"No, but I'm sure you will tell me all about it," Killswitch replied with a grin. Megatron grumbled irritably as he stalked through the door, Soundwave following behind him silently. As they passed him, Killswitch suddenly sent a fist towards Megatron's helm, only for it to be stopped by Soundwave. "Very good, Soundwave. You've gotten better," Killswitch praised as he reclaimed his wrist from the smaller mech. His gaze returned to the room. "Orion Pax. What's a mech like you doing here?"
"I told Sentinel that if running Cybertron was like running an orncare, it would be easy. He told me that I could not judge something I had not experienced. Ergo, he made me work here for the cycle," Orion said evenly.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with Megatron," the protectorate stated with an apologetic smile.
"Hey!" Megatron snapped, but was ignored.
"It was no problem. It is good training or the mechs I will have to deal with later," Orion replied honestly. Killswitch snorted and grinned.
"I truly love our conversations," Killswitch said as he turned away, followed by two younglings and an elder seeker. "See you later, Optimus."
"Goodbye, Killswitch," Orion called back, pointedly ignoring the use of his future designation. Chromia and Elita stared at him with wide optics.
"Are you really that familiar with the lord protectorate?" Chromia asked. Orion shrugged.
"We cross paths. I believe he has made it his goal to make me… I believe the term is 'loosen up,'" Orion remarked.
"Ah. I think I know what he means. Oh! Hello, Nightbeat!" Elita called, lifting Bluestreak as she rose to her pedes. The little mech twittered excitedly as they approached the door.
"Thanks, Elita," Nightbeat said as he lifted the chattering sparkling into his hands. Without another word, he left.
"I always found it funny that a mech so quiet takes care of a mechling that knows no silence," Chromia claimed as she watched her friend approach.
"Tell me about it," Elita replied with a grin as she plopped back down.
"Ironhide!" Chromia exclaimed on a gasp. She leapt to her pedes and dashed to the door. Ironhide opened the door as she approached and easily caught her in his arms as she leapt into them. The Ironhide took the time to kiss her soundly before setting her back down.
"Ready to go? You're parents await your return," he purred. Chromia nodded happily.
"See ya, Elita! Nice to meet you, Orion!" she called. Ironhide grunted as he looked over at Orion.
"Prime," the black mech said in greeting and farewell.
"Bye, Chromia. Bye, Ironhide," Elita called back as the black mech closed the door and left with his betrothed.
"And then there were two," Orion mumbled. Jazz, having finished his puzzle, moved to Elita and plopped onto her lap.
"Hello to you, too," she said to the mechling. Jazz chirped at her and started chewing on her fingers. "It was nice meeting you, Orion," Elita started, feeling bashful at the statement.
"You, as well. I didn't think this would be so much fun," Orion confessed. Elita grinned.
"I didn't expect the future prime to be so interesting and fun to be around," she replied.
"Hey, Elita, I'm here for my two mechlings," an accented voice called from the door. Orion turned to see a forest green mech standing at the door. The two younglings stood and approached the door and surprised mech, each with a sparkling in hand. "Orion Pax! It's an honor!" the mech exclaimed as he claimed Jazz from Elita. "I'm Hound."
"It is a pleasure to meet you," Orion replied evenly as he attempted to hand Prowl over. The white and black sparkling whined, holding firmly to Orion's hand.
"Noooo…" he whined. "Mine." He sniffled overdramatically. Orion smiled down at the mech.
"No leaking, my mech. I will see you again. You must work hard so that we can prove that you are the perfect candidate for a high-class job. Be a good mech, and I know we will meet again," the regal mech promised. Prowl stared into his optics, and the intelligent sparkling saved those words in his processor, filing it carefully with the rest of this day. Maybe if he was a very good mechling, did his very best, and followed all the rules perfectly… maybe he could be adopted by this mech. Prowl hugged Orion's hand one more time before allowing himself to be handed to his caretaker.
"Thank you, Orion Pax. Until we meet again," Hound said in farewell.
"Gah-bah!" Jazz said in farewell as Hound walked away. Orion smiled as he turned to face Elita.
"I guess it's just us now—" He was cut off by Elita's lip components on his. His spark sped up, and his cooling fans flicked on. Elita broke off the kiss and stared into Orion's dazed optics.
"I love you, and after you become prime, we will bond," Elita stated with finality. Orion didn't have the processor power at the moment to inform her that he probably wouldn't ever come in contact with her again. His processor kept replaying the last few astroseconds over and over again.
"Orion? I have come to retrieve you for your next lessons," Sentinel Prime's voice stated from the door. Orion turned hazy optics on his mentor before moving to the door robotically.
"Orion," Elita called in a flirty voice. Orion paused to look at her, and he didn't miss the way she glanced at Sentinel before looking back at him. "I'll see ya around," she cooed, giving him a small finger wave. A goofy grin split across his face, and he nodded dumbly.
"Oh, Primus bless," Sentinel groaned. He opened the door and grabbed his ward's shoulder, leading him away from the room and consequently the femme that had muddled his processors.
"She said she loved me," he told his mentor happily.
"Great," Sentinel mumbled. "Remind me to talk to you about femmes and relationships when we get back to Iacon Hall. I was hoping we could put this off for a few vorns."
"She said she loved me," Orion repeated dumbly.
"Yes, and we will not be having sparklings running around Iacon Hall until you are about seventeen vorns older," Sentinel grumped, not looking forward to this talk.
"Sentinel?" Orion asked, looking up at his mentor with a smile.
"What?" Sentinel grunted.
"Can I go back tomorrow?"
AlexisOptimus: It's no problem. I do the same thing with other writers. There are some things that you want to see in a story, so you suggest them. It's no problem. In fact, most authors on Fanfic love that because it makes things easier for them. Me? Personally, I usually say no for one of two reasons: either it wouldn't fit logically into my plot (my plots are very specific and it is very rare that I throw something in there that doesn't somehow contribute to something specific in the plot) or because it would give me too much to work off of. In the real world, I won't have suggestions, so if someone gives me one, then I usually reject them because it's help that I need to learn to write without. Ya know? So nothing personal, and it's no problem. In fact, sometimes, I use people's suggestions for other fics if it fits.:)
Elita's always struck me as the one that made all the moves. :) Bet you loved the fluff in this one XD
Mrs. Knockout: XD I hadn't thought of that! It's tempting to put that in one of my fic, but then it would make it necessary for the readers to read this ficlet to understand :\ It made me giggle, though. :D
Luna Prime-Awesomeness: Lol. Not quite love at first sight, but close enough ;)
Angel897: Glad you liked it :)
CyberKia: A month later, but it's finally here! :D
Iceshadow911247: XD I should have had Jazz throwing his sippy cup at other sparklings… No, I should've had Sideswipe do that… XD
Thebookfan09: I love making Optimus/Orion give those verbal slaps. He seems the type that would fight very well with words. I mean, he's pretty had-core with an energon sword, too, but still… :D Yeah, Orion doesn't think they'll meet again, but he hasn't dealt with many femmes in his life. He's gonna find out that what Elita wants, Elita gets. *nod nod*
Guest that is Optimus' girl: Lol. Orion's good with kids. Megsy hasn't really dealt with them before. Oh! Slight miscommunication. Jetfire isn't their creator. He's more of a nanny, really. Jetfire isn't royalty, but the leaders of Vos are visiting, and they are too busy to pick them up. :) I'm very glad you like it, and I hope you enjoyed the conclusion. :)
D-RockxIronhideForever: Lol. Jazz always loved to talk. He had to let his opinion be known. Always. Teehee. Orion is too nice for his own good, fetching Jazz's cube. Silly. So you're obsessed because he keeps dying? You realize he blew up a planet, right? (Kaiba-5) XD
Lunar Radioactive: Glad you like it! It's fun to write. ^-^
Exactlywhat: Teehee. Kids in general are cute. Especially when they're younger versions of the Autobots and Decepticons. ^-^ Yes, I did plan that. :D I hate it when people mess up that dialogue (People think Megatron called Jazz a creeper instead of a cretin.) Strange, right?
Leonixon: :D Well, if you die, death by cuteness is definitely the way to go. *nod nod* Me and my brother have those verbal matches, too. I win more often. :D
Vivian Hale: Lol. Jazz and his gibberish. He likes hearing himself talk. Silly mechlet. Every time I write about Prime's life and what he is to expect for his future, I feel super bad. In all honesty, if not for the war, Optimus would have no friends. Prime, you should thank your brother!
Autobot-Bre: XD Love the sparkling fluff! X3
Trapezoidal: I love writing ironic foreshadowing! It's so much fun, and it's so ironic! I feel bad for Orion, too. :( Poor mech doesn't have a very bright future. Funny that all his friends were gained from the war. :D Something good did come from it!
Kellie Witwicky: XD Aren't we all. I friggin love children. Yeah, Prime and Megs have never really seen optic-to-optic, but I think all siblings are this way. They just weren't around each other enough to have enough good times (play wrestling, carefree teasing, and other brotherly bonding things) to counter the bad (verbal beat-downs, arguments, differing views, jealousy). :\
Amai Seishin-Hime: Lol. Elita is a very determined femme. Poor Orion didn't even know what hit him! XD I feel kinda bad for poor Soundwave. To have an emotionless voice and have sparklings cry when they hear you. :'( Poor guy DX
StarBlazer Luvs Sweets12: I always have fun writing this stuff. If I giggle when I reread it, I know ya'll like it, too, cuz I'm a very tough critic. *nod nod*
Can't believe it's over! D':