Boti: This chapter is for SweetSpark22 because I don't want you to kill me for not going into detail. You asked for it. So, enjoy! Warning though!
Do NOT OWN Transformers. Don't sue please. I got student loans to pay.
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Chapter Fifteen
I could feel him smiling against my skin as he kissed below my ear, his fingers slipping lower and lower on my body...
My back arched, my teeth ground against each other, and I tried my best to not scream. My eyes failed to remain open to the world, only knowing the feeling that was covering my body. His deftly fingers were causing vicious feelings, having hit the mark. I could feel his mouth on my neck, a smile pressed against the nape.
"Ratch," I could barely breathe as I jerked forward. I could hear his chuckle as two digits slipped inside of me, making me moan out loud. I knew Casey probably heard me but who would honestly care if you were getting your own dose of pleasure?
"I love how my name just stains your lips," the husky tone of a certain doctor forced me to turn, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips quickly combined, our tongues fighting for dominance. The waves lapped at our forms as he lifted me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. I could feel my body shaking, needing him to satisfy the ache deep inside. I needed him!
"Please, please," my breathlessness had him chuckle as he attacked my neck, gripping a handful of hair and forcing my head back. I gasped, my mouth falling open at the roughness. Which I couldn't complain. I soo enjoyed it.
"Beg for me to fill you. Beg for release," he practically growled at me, his words sounding thick with emotion. He was being a damn tease, failing to bring me to bliss. I clawed at his arms, being too damn stubborn to do as he commanded. But my arrogance was cracking, my body screaming at he continued to tease, sucking and nipping any exposed skin.
"Primus, please, Ratchet. Fuck me. Ravage me. Claim me!" I screamed. The blue of his eyes locked with mine in that instance, a triumphant smile on his lips. Without another second, he entered me roughly. My nails dug into his shoulder blades, a loud moan being torn from my throat. I heard his own surprised gasp as he didn't give me a moment, pounding my body as fast as possible. I could feel the coiling, unaware of the eyes glued to us as I gasped.
"Oh fuck," I leaned back a bit, trying to get him to go just a bit deeper. He followed my lead, our lips colliding once again. My hands ended up in his soft hair, getting two handfuls before I felt the coiling finally snap, and my scream of ecstasy escaping into the medic's mouth. Dear sweet lord, this was amazing!
I had tightened my hold on Ratchet the moment my high disappeared, my face burying into Ratchet's shoulder. I could barely control my breathing, my spark pounding. I felt a sudden discomfort, ignoring it as Ratchet tried to gain his own composure.
"That was hot," Casey's voice made me look over at her, a sheepish smile on my face. Ironhide was grinning from ear to ear. I guess our little escapade had turned into a show. I knew I was embarrassed as hell but Ratchet just shrugged, holding me close to him. I did have one happy thought though.
I would definitely do this again.
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Several Months later…..
We returned to base shortly after our vacation those few months ago, the other three needing to get back to their duties and myself, well, I couldn't do a damn thing. But I wasn't really going to complain about it. The pressure back in Florida has steadily increased over the days and today, it was becoming cumbersome. Still, I continued to lie, acting like I was bothered by being refused the right to work.
"Hallie?" Casey had just found me, seeing that I was resting against a wall. I couldn't explain the pressure. It actually kind of hurt really. And it made me wonder that perhaps the spark pounding adventure in the water was to blame.
"What's up?" I plastered on a fake smile, trying my best to pretend nothing was wrong. I didn't need to worry about it. If it was something serious, I would tell Ratch. But until then, I wouldn't worry him. He had more important work to do.
"Don't lie to me," Casey didn't by my cheeriness as I sighed, walking with her. We decided to visit the Room. The Room hosted the sparklings' bodies. Wheeljack had figured out what formula to use, getting the correct mixture. So the rest of the build was going smoothly. In fact, the little boy's body was already done.
"I'm just stressed probably. You know, my chest hurts and that is usually the reason," I told her. Casey just shook her head, grabbing my hand. I laughed at her as we continued our walk, even though deep down I wanted to cry. This shit was beginning to sting.
"Check it out," her excitement had me react by looking up. I felt oddly small compared to the body. Grant it, the boy would be shorter than his father, but I still felt like I wasn't his mother but a baby sister.
Wheeljack was in the room, molding metal to different forms and shapes on a large desk. This particular mech never allowed anyone to sneak up on him. He just knew if you were approaching and today was no different as he slowly reacted, reaching down. He allowed us to step onto his servo before lifting us up to rest on the counter. It was turning into a tradition for me, visiting the old bot as he worked.
"So far so good?"
"Always," he responded, not stopping once. I nodded as I went and stood on the edge, looking at the form. My son's form seemed to be a bit boxy, almost like a training wheel. He was a nice light blue shade, Casey's idea, and I knew that he would always be a blue bot. He also seemed to be shaped toward the warrior aspect, which I hoped he would never have to do. I couldn't accept Megatron being near my babies. And Ratchet had warned me that the first form would be a bit different before the final. Apparently, they would have to learn to walk. They just didn't wake up and begin walking.
My hand moved on its own, gripping the shirt that I wore over my spark. I felt a sudden twinge of pain, my whimper catching the inventor's attention. He had paused in his work, watching me as I took a staggered breath. I didn't want them to worry…I just didn't want them too….
"RATCHET! IT'S HAPPENING!" a scream. A panicked, unprepared scream had me look at the door, Wheeljack standing in the frame. He continued to call down the hall, sudden eyes from the other Autobots squeezing into the door frame. I could hear murmurs as I took a breath, trying to stay calm. Something was wrong to me because I thought this wasn't supposed to hurt.
"Move! Now!" the banging of feet had the crowd part ways as Ratchet came rushing in. He was immediately before me, his optics glued to my chest.
"How long?" his voice had me pause.
"What?"
"How long have you been feeling any sort of discomfort?"
My mouth refused to move as I looked off to the side. Ratchet remained glued on me as I whispered out an answer that was so low, only he would hear. Casey was next to me, talking about breathing methods. Maybe forcing air into my vents would make it easier.
"Hal, you should have told me. No matter, we will do what we can," Ratchet quickly scanned me, focusing on my chest. Everyone continued to watch me as I remained in my spot, my feet refusing to budge. I was just focused on keeping calm. Even when the pain escalated sharply before dropping to a dull ache. Ratchet swore.
"What's wrong?" I asked as Ratchet conversed with Wheeljack. Prime walked into the room, ordering everyone to depart. Chaos ensued as everyone continued to converse, Ratchet staying near me. He was barking orders to everyone about an incubator. Even Arcee remained, wanting to offer any assistance should the need arise. I didn't know what to say to her. What could she do?
"Ratchet, we might lose her."
"She's tough, Jack. She will be-"
"Not Hallie."
No. My mind just issued that word. No. No. No. Not my daughter, not my baby girl. Not her.
It continued on like this, Ratchet scanning me over and over, whispering words of encouragement. I didn't know if he meant them to me or our kids, but he seemed almost agitated. We didn't expect this. Even over the months, the idea of an early "birthing" was not in the plan.
Another sharp wave of agony gripped my chest as I gasped. I heard another curse as a blue glow began to illuminate the room. Shadows danced across the room, my mind in chaos with the speed of how this all was developing. Ratchet did his best to keep me calm as I closed my eyes, feeling a part of my body suddenly separate from my form. I couldn't think as the feeling of a warm substance leaving my chest left me cold. It only took a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.
Gasps took over, making me open my eyes. Before us was a small little orb, a small spark. I felt tears sting my eyes as it slowly traveled over the empty space, traveling toward the finished form. That's when I knew the concern from the others. We only had one form prepared. If she decided to leave, then where would she go?
It was almost like slow motion as the orb finally arrived at the body, Prime doing the honors of removing the armor that covered its spark chamber. I didn't see the bustling to the side, too fascinated with the arrival of our son.
His spark quickly situated itself in the chamber before Prime closed the covering. I held my breath.
One sparkbeat…two sparkbeats…three…
A sudden spark erupted from the form as the optics suddenly flickered, the bright blue erupting to life. I continued to remain frozen as they continued to flicker, sparks flying from the form. I began to doubt the solid form, the metal, the construction of the form until everything stopped. I continued to hold my breath as the optics suddenly focused, the bot moving slowly.
"We aren't out of the woods yet," Wheeljack continued to hurry as I whimpered again, my body tightening. The pain shot back as I tried to stay calm, my body trembling. This one was much worse.
"Got it!" a triumphant Wheeljack held up a box as Ratchet surrounded my form, suddenly whispering to my chest in a language I didn't know. I felt my throat close up, realizing that it was indeed an incubator. Our daughter would need to be placed inside it for safety but it may fail.
"Please don't go," I heard myself beg. My hands placed over my own spark. I continued to whisper those words as the pain increased exponentially before I felt the weird, familiar escape of warmth envelope me. Sure enough, a much smaller orb slowly emerged from my chest, nearly squeezing its way out of me. I kept me words going as she slowly floated out, toward the little incubator. Ratchet continued his scan of her, the worry etched all over him. She was very, very small.
Before she even reached the incubator, something went awry. She had stopped before the box, suddenly flickering. Ratchet's sharp no had me panic, screaming for her to come back. My spark pounded as I watched her light vanish before reigniting. I couldn't lose her. I didn't know what to do but I did know that I could not and would NOT lose her. She must have thought the same because as fast as lightening, she shot back to me.
I doubled over, the feeling of a knife stabbing into me forcing my own body to its knees. I screamed, the feeling so foreign that I thought I was about to die. I felt a sudden hit take over my gut, my scream hitting everyone. Casey was by me in seconds, holding me as she tried to see what had happened. I didn't think as my hands hit the counter, every inch of me clenching.
It felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of agony before I could suck in a single shaky breath again. The burning had ceased as silence joined in, shocked expressions plastered on those around us. Not a single word was uttered as the energon tears spilled from my face.
"Is she okay?" I asked, choking on my words. I felt someone grab my arms, lifting me to my feet. I sobbed, hugging the cool form of Ratchet. Casey was leaning against my back. Did we save her? Is everything alright? Please god…Primus…anyone…
"She's…oddly okay," Ratchet's murmur made me look up, my eyes wide at him. He smiled a weak smile, seeing the exhaustion. He was probably too rattled with how everything just happened. No warning. No preparation.
"Well, what happened?" I sniffled.
Silence. Odd surprised silence.
"She's….how..."
"What Ratchet?"
"She's…fertilized…an egg."
My eyes latched onto his as he slowly knelt down, placing a hand against my abdomen. I remained clueless.
"What are you doing?"
Ratchet stared at my abdomen before slowly looking up, disbelief overtaking him.
"She has chosen to take human form."
You could say that being shocked was an understatement because I was ready to faint. My legs gave out as a hand surrounded me. It had kept me from hitting the ground hard as Ratchet's holoform disappeared. But he did not catch me. Instead, someone else did.
"Mwah….moarm…."
I glanced up at the voice, seeing concerned baby blue optics staring at me. My spark slammed hard as I saw the familiar glow that was replicated in the optics. And the fact that he couldn't talk, that did give it away.
"Hey baby," I patted his hand. My son.
"OH MY GOD! Ahh!" I freaked, my attitude suddenly changing. I quickly gripped his thumb, hanging onto it for dear life. My baby boy was here. The excitement was rolling off everyone as I heard an uproar near the doorway. All the Autobots were applauding, screaming congratulations through the door. Ratchet took me from our son, placing me on his shoulder as he grabbed the servo I was resting in. Prime was holding the other, announcing the young mech as his descendent.
My son was finally here and Prime and Ratchet were helping him to learn how to walk. We still needed to choose a name. One step at a time I guess. One step at a time.
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Boti: Contest Warning! Decide names for the sparklings. I don't know what to pick. Pick out something with Prime though. Since, well, what I put above. Deadline, 2 weeks.
Sorry for late update. Been busy!