Chapter Thirteen
The day was going by without much of any sort of entertainment. I was forced to sit on my aft, 99% of the day, because according to Ratchet, he was concerned that my small body could not handle the stress of maintaining a sparkling. Yet I didn't feel any pain of any sorts and could still eat my favorite foods without throwing up. Which was so a plus but still, I wanted to get up and walk around. Even with a frigging body guard.
"Hallie, calm down. You're making your blood pressure rise to dangerous levels."
My eyes narrowed to near slits as I glared up at Ratchet. But he pushed it aside, uncaring that I was really super mad at him. I can't believe he would just calmly state something without so much as a sorry. Ugh! Irritating old man.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp bang, noticing Ratchet's own head snapping up at the same time as mine. Slowly, I went to ask Ratchet what that was, but he quickly scooped me up and ran out of the med bay. I gripped his hand tightly as he ran into another room. It was filled with smoke and I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face as a sudden fan came on, clearing the room immediately. That's when I noticed Prime and another bot I had yet to meet staring at a semi finished form. It remind me of a naked Autobot. There were many wires exposed, many not connected together. The optics were missing and so were some hands.
"Is everything alright? You didn't damage anything, did you?" Ratchet's immediate concern had me worried as the new bot coughed before pointing at the warped scrap metal on the floor.
"This metal is very weak. We need real Cybertronian metal or the body will never be finished," he stated in a wise old man type of accent. I tilted my head at the bot and he immediately noticed, giving me a slight nod.
"Hello, my lady. I am Wheeljack, the Autobots Engineer and Inventor," he stated. Wheeljack reminded me of Albert Einstein. He kinda resembled the weird mad scientist who would randomly make weird things and then test it to see if it really works. Which I am assuming that is what he did.
"Why will the metal not work, Wheeljack?" Ratchet ended the introductions, listening to his explanation. I listened intently, immediately realizing that what they were working on was my child. The basic body anyways. The other parts would be put on hiatus until they could safely find out the gender, which I knew would be painful.
"The energon will eat away the metal with ease. And apparently cause a rather explosive reaction. Which is why there was smoke in the room."
"There is a problem. There is no cybertronian metal on Earth," Prime spoke up, leaving both of us wondering how to finish the body. I looked at Ratchet as he contemplated how to create the metal. Subconsciuosly, he reached out to me, rubbing my back as I suddenly felt a twang of pain.
"I may be able to replicate the formula to make the metal. Or at least combine Earth metals that can easily withstand the energon. Perhaps," Ratchet continued to stare off into space and Wheeljack suddenly started to work on the formula. I continued to stare at the lifeless body, seeing all the intricately woven wires and wondered why, to me, the body resembled my child. The body was just perfect to me. Like it would fit them…wait…..them?
"Ratchet?"
"Yes," he sighed, in his own little world.
"I just had a weird thought."
"What's that, angel?"
"I think I am having twins."
His hand stopped its work and everyone looked at me in shock. Ratchet never moved and Optimus immediately moved in, inching his head closer to my chest as I didn't move. Wheeljack quickly followed, both squinting at my chest until Prime's eyes widened with a huge smile on his face.
"By jove, I believe she is right!" Wheeljack hollered in excitement. Ratchet immediately scanned me over and over, trying to find the proof. But my thought had triggered a sudden frenzy as Wheeljack started to gather supplies, preparing for another body. Ratchet quickly covered me, running back to the med bay. I laughed as he immediately started to check my chest, using gadgets to see exactly what Wheeljack saw. And sure enough, on one of the holoforms, he saw two small little flickers. One stronger than the other.
"This is impossible," Ratchet suddenly whispered. His servo started shaking as he reached for the image, his hand slowly wrapping around the sparks. I didn't understand why he was so shocked, but his emotions were out, raw and open. I kept silent as I watched him start to breakdown, joy in his optics. And to my surprise, tears. Energon tears.
"Ratchet?"
This wasn't like Ratchet to fall apart like this. But it made my heart swell with pride seeing his own joy. He looked so happy and I heard a proud yell down the hall, knowing it was Prime as Ratchet confirmed what I had stated. Until suddenly I heard Casey running past the med bays with the news.
"She's having twins! SHE'S HAVING TWINS!"
"Okay, that was a bit over the top," I stated as Ratchet quickly composed himself, though his eyes still shown with such pride. He didn't seem to mind as I smiled at him. Ratchet was such a loving mech and to see his reaction to discovering twins, I knew he would be an amazing father.
"And it seems that the genders are rather obvious too," he spoke, though his voice had a slight glitch in it. I looked at Ratch with confusion until he pointed at the images. I watched as the bigger one maneuvered closer to the smallest, hiding it's glow within its own. My mind reeled at the thought of a protective sparkling to the younger. And it was funny as Ratchet laughed, seeing my lost look.
"Brother and sister," he stated. I looked at Ratchet, watching as he just shrugged.
"HOW?!"
"Simple. Bigger sparks are usually male. The smaller one is female. And you can tell almost immediately that the smallest is not only timid, but sweet. While the big one immediately covered her glow. She wants to be seen but her brother is a bit unsure of his surroundings. And us," Ratchet explained but he immediately leaned in, clicking in a language that I still had a hard time understanding. Slowly, the spark moved aside, allowing his sister to move forward to almost give a soft greeting. How strange that you could pick up such different personalities by two small orbs.
"There we go," he whispered, looking her over. I watched as Ratchet checked every angle, inspecting the spark for anything that needs concern. But she looked healthy to me but being an overprotective husband meant he would be an overprotective father.
"Perfectly healthy," he stated. I clasped my hands, grateful for the news, until another loud bang was heard. Suddenly, we looked at the doorway. Shortly after, a screaming Casey could be seen running down the hall past the opening, followed by Optimus who appeared to be in a panic as well. We didn't move from our positions until Wheeljack came into view, holding an armful of metal that was…well…..alive.
"Optimus! I need help reversing the formula! It seems my calculations brought the metal to life!"
Perhaps it was best that I didn't help with the building. At least until things were more….perfected.
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Boti: Surprise! We are gonna have twins….and I am not going to ruin anything, but I am going to add another strange little twist. What that is, I won't tell you. Not yet anyways. Waaahahahahahaha!