I OWN NOTHING!
Okay here's the next chapter, it's a little longer than the others but hey I doubt you'll complain. Any who where was I? oh yes this had some mentions of sexually related...uh...things I guess so don't like don't read your warned.
(mak sure you read the very last A/N at the end okay? I may just help the story along!)
ENJOY ;3
Chapter 3
Bumblebee sat on the berth his chronometer having read 0200, it was much too early for Ratchet to be up and about-seeing as if he had followed his schedule- just gone to recharge a mere groon ago, and Bumblebee knew that neither Wheeljack, Perceptor, or First Aid would be on shift yet so early. So no medic was the cause of the noise that had brought Bee outta recharge. That only left two small options.
Bumblebee whimpered as he looked down at the two squirming sparklings, this restlessness was the reason he himself was not deep in recharge still, obviously. First Jazz had began to click softly the noise would naturally have never been heard in his audios but they seemed hyper attuned for the two in his lap. Yet that small whimpered pitch wasn't the thing that had sent him rebooting faster than Blurr on nitro no it was the shrill cry that Prowl released right after Jazz's almost subsonic whimper.
Bumblebee could feel the poking and needy prodding at his bond with the two, as they selfishly demanded his attention. Slowly almost as if afraid to swing the bond open to far and have a repeat of earlier Bee he let his spark pulse gently with as much love and warmth as he could.
The smaller bodies stopped their clicks and wails almost immediately, both settling to look at large faded blue optics. When Bumblebee was sure they had had enough energy for their pint size, he tried to tapper off the bond and wean the two small forms off his own spark.
Bumblebee yelped in surprise when both Prowl and Jazz forced the bond open fully with much more strength then Bumblebee thought sparklings capable of; it made his spark pulse with pain as a surge of electricity went through his systems but left him very weakened.
It was a whole nano klik before the others released their hold on the mini bots spark and shut their own side of the bond off. Yet even in such a weakened state the recoil his spark had once Jazz and Prowl released his spark had Bumblebee feeling the bizarre need to 'face, and bad. Bumblebee was trembling even with as weak as he felt he felt like he was doing a balancing act, his shoulders and back strut hunched over his legs and the two mech that where latched onto his sides.
His body felt like shutting down but his spark fluttered and bound in his chassis wildly with an almost unidentifiable excitement. If Bumblebee was asked to describe it he'd say it felt like he'd done triple shifts, then been interfaced till it bordered on torture.
Ratchet had said before that the surge he had felt before had been caused by the medical procedure known as the 'wire' yet here he was after the second feeding even more sexually frustrated then before. Bumblebee was about to say frag it all and put the wire back in it was doing more good than harm!
Surely a carrier didn't get 'frustrated' from feeding their young every time, right? Bumblebee trailed off when he felt a tug on his bond as if the two sparklings wanted him to watch them do a trick. It was almost as if both Prowl and Jazz knew that Bumblebee's spark was on the verge of a huge overload both seemed to gain a silent glint to their optics causing Bumblebee to straighten his back in a small attempt to pull away from the 'evil' look the others held. Both sparklings forced the bond open again and this time instead of taking energy, they sent small sparks across the bond minute enough to do them no harm yet overwhelm the larger bot. Bumblebee threw his helm back and gasp in a surprising and yet painful overload.
Bumblebee collapsed drained and nauseous on the berth, both Prowl and Jazz's engines purring with affection as they snuggled back into the others' chassis their bond once more shut. Bumblebee tried to look at the two lying on his chest plate but his optics had shut down and now that he ran a systems check most of his power had been routed to main system functions. Bumblebee knew already that his feeding of his two sparklings was going to lead to some complications. With that fleeting thought his body shut down in a heavy recharge systems starting up for repairs.
Bumblebee was just starting out of recharge as he tried to gain his bearings. His Audios came on first but his more fine motor functions and his optics seemed to carry a certain drag to them leaving him in a dark semi aware state. "Sideswipe, get over here till I'm finished with the connection!" Ratchet hissed at Sideswipe.
There was a series of clattering before a crash was heard. Bumblebee felt Jazz and Prowl start out of their recharge and that seemed to get his energon moving a little faster as he tried to boot up for them, he was their only form of protection if harm was coming their way.
"As the human expression says take an ice cube, Hatchet. I only want to look at mini Prowl….Fraggers' locked me in the brig enough I think it's only fair I get my chance in some harmless prodding. You know what they say about rubbing sodium in an open wound!" Sideswipes voice carried that tone that usually resulted in a cruel prank to either a mini bot or someone who was on the twins' bad side. Ratchet was about to throw a wrench and though he knew his aim would be true the ricochet could be detrimental to the recharging bots in front of the red twin.
"Sideswipe, listen to Ratchet and get your sorry aft back here!" Sunstreaker growled at his twin already knowing what the red one was planning.
Sunstreaker would deny it vehemently if asked but he had a soft spot for the yellow bot. It had formed when Bumblebee took a shot meant to offline him, it nearly offlined the other instead. He had visited daily and brought small gifts and paintings in an attempt to entertain the mini bot.
Of course it was before Prowl and Jazz moved in on the small bot, so a little harmless flirting never hurt either at the time. Of course the innocent naive Bumblebee never caught onto his sexual suggestions or advances and would just laugh saying it was a funny joke and a 'good one '. Before Sunstreaker had the chance to actually snatch the small bot as his own and 'train' him in the art of romance his brother had left on an extended mission with Kup so he couldn't confront Sideswipe about his feeling of attraction he felt for the other.
Sunstreaker refused to discuss it over the bond as he wished to judge his twins facial reaction; it was much too easy to hide ones emotions over a bond, even one as strong as theirs. But upon his brothers return the rumor was out that his beetle was a claimed mech, and not even with relationship worthy mechs but with the SIC and TIC! That hit a nerve he felt rejected after that. He still remembered the weeks worth of brig time he and oddly enough Sideswipe where forced to serve together after his rampage. Sideswipe was so confused he hadn't any clue why he had been put in the brig and no one believed him when he had said that he had nothing to do with his brothers sudden fit of rage….well at least not that time. Sunstreaker broke out of his muse and back to the two other online mechs when Ratchet snapped at his brother.
"Sideswipe that isn't even the right words for those sayings! Its 'take a chill pill' and 'rubbing SALT in open wounds- fraggit'! You don't know what your doing-Sideswipe stop!" The medic seemed to gain an air of desperation as he tried to get Sideswipe away from the 'sleeping' spy and his two young his sentences beginning to butcher.
The urgent tone put Sunstreaker on edge so quickly he could have been shocked. He stood from his waiting chair as if to tackle his brother to the ground but Sideswipes moves were quicker. Sideswipe reached the berth and picked the small Prowl off of Bumblebee's chassis. The sparkling yelped before releasing a loud keen in discomfort.
Bumblebee didn't even feel his optics kick on….oh wait they hadn't yet…. Once the keen had come from Prowl something snapped in Bumblebee. He almost felt as if his body had shut down and he became a spectator in his own body unable to see or hear all of a sudden but the feeling and emotions stayed, leaving his CPU confused and fritzing. Bumblebee's left servo grasped Jazz to his chassis to secure him there while his other servo went to Sideswipe's wrist. His grip didn't falter as he grasped and squeezed the mech before him. Said mech yelped in surprise almost dropping Prowl, when almost purple looking optics landed on him. Bumblebee was Sitting straight up looking at him as if wishing death upon him.
Bumblebee moved so quickly it surprised everyone in the room even Sunstreaker who knew Bumblebee could really book-it if he needed too, but this was even faster than that. His right servo released Sideswipe and gently landed between the quivering wings. The mini bot rolled onto his back plating forcing Sideswipe to release his hold as the sparkling was wrenched from his grasp, and kicked without restraint into the red twin's face, sending the twin reeling back with a pained yelp. The mini bot rolled back again using his new momentum to roll off the bed using his elbow in Prowls case to keep any harm coming to the sparkling's wings. Bumblebee landed on his stabilizers and he let s deep growl come from his engines, before he himself let off a feral sounding hiss.
When the door flew open to reveal Perceptor, Bumblebee bolted towards the exit. Ratchet was already in action giving orders in that split moment. "Perceptor don't let him out!" Ratchet snapped but it was to late the mini bot leapt up and used Perceptor's face plate as a spring board and was out of the door before anyone could move.
Sunstreaker didn't restrain his fascinated whistle as he slowly approached his groaning brother to help him up. "Mech! I didn't know the little guy could jump so high! He has to have specialized hydraulics to be able to-" Sunstreaker trailed off into a grunt as his stabilizing servos where swept out from underneath him. He glared at his brother who had kicked out at him and knocked him onto his aft. Luckily Sideswipe didn't think the dynamics through so when he kicked his golden twin in irritation his forced his twin to land on top of him. Sideswipe gasped in pain as he glared at his bother with one good optic the other shattered and cracked but still in its socket.
Perceptor groaned and rolled over rather slowly as the sound of broken glass falling to the floor was heard in the room, Perceptor gently used his right servo to cup the broken and dripping optic. Both twins and Perceptor looked at Ratchet in confusion when he snarled out loud. Two of the three mechs looking at him had a broken and or shattered optic in Perceptor's case. Ratchet sighed as he had watched the ensuing 'battle'; it couldn't even be called that! "Great now look what you've done….you've triggered his carrier coding!" Ratchet glared at the red twin. Storming over to his medical cabinets Ratchet began pulling 'random' objects out, putting them quickly into subspace.
"Carrier coding? You mean he's preggers?!" Sideswipe yelped at the glaring medic. His head bobbing around for a nano klik as he tried to look over his golden twin who seemed to refuse to get up yet, just to irritate him.
"No you glitch! His coding had just started to activate since yesterday's dilemma, when their bond was re-forged!" Ratchet growled clutching a wrench at the red twin, trying to see if he could hit the red twin through his golden counter part.
Sunstreaker noticed a glint in the medics optics that suggested 'the Hatchet' was willing to just clock him for his brothers doing, so instead he stood quickly just in time for the ratchet to fly across the room and nail the red and black helm. The resounding yelp of pain and clang of contact brought a satisfied wince to the golden twin as he ignored his bothers ire some glare.
"Wait, I thought carriers coding took weeks to kick in? You're telling us that his kicked in, in only one night?" Sunstreaker said suddenly sounding deep in thought, his voice rough and irritated as he threw glares at his red counter part as if to say 'got what you deserved'. The red twin thunked his Helm back onto the floor just to give himself some pouting time.
Ratchet held up another wrench poised to strike again when he froze, wait…the golden glitch was right. "Sunstreaker, you're absolutely right. I didn't think I'd see such a stark reaction from him so soon. Unless the coding was already in the download and the last few days only…" Ratchet felt his optics fritz for a klik causing his shoulders to pull in and twitch before he rebooted them and cursed. "Slag!" Ratchet groused out loud causing Perceptor to wince and halt in his approach.
"Maybe he merely has a much quicker download process then we originally thought?" Perceptor tried to calm the suddenly very testy medic….well testier now than before.
Ratchet glared at Perceptor but the other didn't budge, he knew the rage was normal and never usually pointed at any specific bot. "Either way thanks to slag for brains over there we have to go round up one of our best espionage agents that's now running on carrier coding." Ratchet growled his glare going to the red twin when he mentioned the bot. "I have already comm'd First Aid and Wheeljack both are on their way and will help replace and mend your optics." Ratchet looked to the still open door as he opened a broad cast link. "Attention all Autobots aboard the Ark, we now have one very fragged off mini bot burdened with two sparklings. Do not engage, if he is spotted you are to report location and possible condition but do not engage. He is running on carrier coding and it is likely that harm will be caused. " Ratchet didn't feel it necessary to mention that the harm dealt would be done unto the bot who dared to approach…he should have specified.
It wasn't an astro-second before Cliffjumper keyed into the open link. "yeah, no kidding! I can tell you that all bots are well and fine enough to disable me…. and I'm gonna need a new optic the yellow fragger gouged one of mine out." Cliffjumper groused sounding rather put out. "He was just in the East wing, if I didn't know better I'd say he's headed ta Jazz's, Prowl's, and his quarters."
Ratchet had a hard time trying not to laugh at the red mini bot. So that was three new optics needing to be placed due to a confrontation with Bumblebee. He wondered how many the yellow mech might go through before he reached the assumed destination after all there were a lot of corridors from the East wing to the private quarters. Strangely enough the line went silent as Ratchet finished gathering his equipment. It would seem the other mechs on board were trying especially hard to stay outta the mini's path, Ratchet mused to himself.
Ironhide's voice keyed into the frequency next a mere breem later. Just as Ratchet was exiting the med bay his basic necessities in servo or packed away; it made Ratchet pause for only a klik because of the unfamiliar almost perturbed sound in the older mechs voice. "He's isn't in the East wing anymore, he's already nearing the private quarters… fast little bugger ain't he?" Ironhide said as he watched the purple opticed mini bot walk with an air and grace he'd never seen before. It was obvious that the mini bot had a firm almost death grip on his two charges. "Ratchet, Prowl and Jazz appear to be okay but Bumblebee isn't looking so hot, as a matter of fact my scanner's reading slightly elevated core temperature."
Ratchet began to jog lightly when he heard about the yellows core temp. "I'm on my way, if he looks like he's about to go down you approach with caution-"
Iron hide gasped over the comm. as it cut off into a short burst of static. "'Ratch he's at Primes quarters!" The weapons specialist nearly yelped when the door opened and Prime looked down at the yellow mini bot. If the red and blue was surprised he didn't show it.
"What?! do not let him and Prime engage!" Ratchet was cut off suddenly when the Prime himself keyed in.
"Ratchet? Do not worry old friend, I know why Bumblebee is here. He is here for the matrix." The Primes voice was gentle and soothing, that alone told Ratchet that the Prime wasn't at all threatened by the little menace.
"Prime! How could you be so sure he-" Ratchet fell silent when prime toned in again.
"I am certain of this for the matrix is the one to have summoned him here." If Ratchet wasn't so focused on just trying to get to Bumblebee's side he would have glitched.
Optimus looked at the mini bot. He could tell that poor Bumblebee had been summoned here by the matrix, it had been acting up all night in his chassis ever since he caught the yellow beetle in his arms. The larger mech moved to the side allowing the smaller one entrance. Gently he let the door slide shut behind them leaving a rather panicked Ironhide on the other side. Once the door was shut he motioned for the beetle to take a seat at his desk. The little bot looked between his Prime and his two charges then back before settling on his two charges.
Prime watched for only an astro second as he watched Bumblebee try and hold the two squirming mechs. Jazz even giving off a soft grunt of disapproval as his squirming was restricted. The Prime only meant to help but realized his mistake the moment it was made. He reached out to take the squirming Jazz but the yellow mech pulled back from him the same moment the matrix pulsed strongly in his chest, as if both matrix and bot alike reprimanded him. Bumblebee hissed lowly at the prime as the matrix fluttered with energy. "You may be at ease little one no harm will come to they nor you." The Prime assured him again instead seeing if maybe the bot would be more comfortable on his berth.
Bumblebee eyed Optimus for a whole klik before nearly gliding to the berth. Bumblebee gently sat the two bundles down his engine giving a strange cough then a purr that the Prime didn't know a mech or femme for that matter could make. Bumblebee turned to the Prime his optics seeming to drain of energy before is very own. Prime grabbed one of Bumblebee's servos just as the black knee joints landed on the ground, hard.
"Bumblebee?" the Prime asked urgently he himself not noticing that the two sparklings had gone once more silent and back into recharge. As the Prime pulled Bumblebee to him his chest plates withdrew making the Prime nearly yelp in surprise as he watched his spark and the matrix bare themselves without his meaning to. Bumblebee's own chassis retracted; Prime did not fail to notice how pale and weak Bumblebee's very own spark looked compared to his. The matrix responded almost immediately-once the smaller spark was fully bared-with a glow before a pulse enveloped both large and small within a light. Prime for the first time, cursed the knowledge that the matrix showed them, he wished just this once to stay ignorant of what was to be the Bumblebee's and his two charges fates.
okay lets hear it...who wants Bee/Twins? or Bee/Prime? we already know that there will be some Bee/Ratchet and Bee/Blurr...but hey who's to say we cant have a little fun till then? give me your reviews if I like your suggested match i'll try to squeeze them in, just remember no promises! lol