I OWN NOTHING

not gonna lie i'm kinda on a roll with this story but of course all good rolls with hit either an up hill battle or something like that lol. Any way as I was gonna say I wanted to warn ya cause I changed some pairings I myself LOVE Bee/Twins and Bee/Jazz and Bee/Prowl hence why its Bee/Prowl/Jazz oriented. But thanks to the most wonderful review of Naganna who like me loves Bee/Twins and like my sister loves Bee/Twins instead of Blurr being a main character he's a side character. with his moments of course. So just a heads up thank you Naganna and thank you sis for changing my story lol.

I wanted to thank Kokua Aviatrix who was the first person to post a review on my story too so thank you both for being my two reviewers.

Naganna this chapters for your love of Bee/Twins

Key:

~Bondeds talking~

"regular speech"

'thinking/ internal thought process'

"primus gets his own version of communication" (lucky bastard)

Chapter 5

Optimus twisted his midsection almost unnaturally to the right and placed Bumblebee's body down to the side with as much care as his hazed optics allowed. He worked hard to keep Ratchet from being able to see his weakness. Slowly he stood as Ratchet made his way to Bumblebee's side, Prime going to his berth to look at his SIC and TIC. He had to choose? Or was the choice never his, maybe the choice alone stood with Bumblebee. Something in the Prime wanted to vouch for the small bot and say he would never make such a choice, because there was no right answer…but the more he thought about it the more he wondered if maybe Bumblebee could turn a blind optic and choose one life over another.

"Prime? I need to get Bumblebee to the med bay please could you assist me in bringing Prowl and Jaz-" Ratchet was cut off when Optimus spoke.

"Ratchet you're a medic right?" Optimus almost cursed aloud when his voice had the slightest lace of static in it.

Ratchet wanted to slap the Prime on the head. "Of course I'm a medic! Why in Primus's designation-" once again Ratchet didn't get to finish… he was starting to get annoyed, this wasn't his solar cycle. Nobot seemed to want to let him finish! 'Sorry little pit spawns'. The medic seethed internally.

"Then answer me this old friend, if you had four lives all of which were in critical need for your attention which life would you choose to save?" Optimus still refused to face the medic as they spoke instead noticing how innocent the two mechs before him appeared to be. Could somebot truly forgo their existence? Could they look the wee creature in the optic and tell them they were going to die no matter what?

There was no stressed Prowl before him whose wings would stand tensed and alert even when he tried his best to relax them. No more loud music from Jazz as they road back to base with a hard won victory from the 'Cons. Already the Prime wished for his two right hand mechs back. The possibility that he could loose them forever scared him more now than ever.

Ratchet looked at Optimus almost horrified. The question was so dark in comparison to the Prime's usual demeanor. "Optimus! I am a medic a choice like that is impossible to decide! There are too many variable-" Ratchet stopped when he realized that if he had to make such a choice it wasn't a matter of if he could, he could choose easily. No, what hurt and surprised him most was the fact that he was laying variables down on a life. So instead of continuing that train of thought he tried to redirect the question. "Prime, what on Cybertron brought this all about?" Hey there was nothing un-mechly about sparing yourself the bad defrags in recharge. Ratchet wasn't about to let such dark processing's keep him from recharge at night.

"So, if it all rest's with variables… then who would you choose? If the patients are healthy then who would you choose-" This time Ratchet cut the red and blue off.

"The youngest." Ratchet said firmly before he took a breath and continued. "As a medic I would choose a sparklings life over a grown bot any day." Ratchet had a hard time keeping his voice level and when he pulled it off he realized how calloused he sounded. "Something you do not realize Optimus, is that a Medic of any true standing will always choose the youngest. Even If I had to choose from a femme that was a mere megacycle old or a mech that is barely a breem old. Always I will try to save the youngest. At least the other bot had a short time on this planet but the other still has so much to live for." Ratchet had Bumblebee to his chest his grip tightening subconsciously as he turned his back to the Prime. "Why must you ask such ridiculous questions?" Ratchet wasn't angry at Optimus for asking, he was angry at himself as he said the truth to harshly, life, care, and understanding is a medics job so why was he having so much trouble with the 'care' part?

The room went silent and Ratchet figured he wasn't going to get an answer so instead settled for walking away with Bumblebee. If he had stayed for just a moment longer the soft vent Prime released and his reply would have been heard. "Because old friend the time to make such a choice will come and I needed to know- whose life is more important." Prime fell silent he knew Ratchet was right, if the vision was correct then Ratchet would raise the next leader to the Autobots, but in doing so he was loosing Prowl, Jazz and Bumblebee.

Optimus gently scooped up both sleeping mechs bringing them from recharge. "Would you like help with that, sir?" The voice was deep and concerned it was obvious Sunstreaker had heard everything, even his own reply.

Optimus jumped so minutely that the other didn't even realize he had startled the other mech. "Sunstreaker?" Optimus turned around and Prime felt bad for a moment to see a confused and worried look on the others face plate as he slowly made his approach to their leader. "Yes, please if you could take Prowl from me he is about to-" Optimus yelped loudly when Prowl kicked at him with his small pede. It was done so quickly that the Prime didn't have time to try and fumble the winged sparkling.

Sunstreaker gasped and dive bombed for the sparkling his freshly waxed chassis screeching across the floor as he caught the small mech. The room was silent for a moment before collective sighs were heard. "You little fragger! You trying to off-line yourself?" Sunstreaker snarled lightly grasping the small mech under his arms and around his chassis.

Prowl seemed to give-if Sunstreaker didn't know any better- a small rather smug smirk at the golden mech. Sunstreaker gently stood up his paint scratched and was even dented in one place. As Sunstreaker tried to get his spark to pulse a little slower he vented a deep breath in concern. The Prowl he knew would never have been so reckless.

Looking to Prime who gently cradled Jazz to his chassis expertly, as if he had experience with sparklings; Sunstreaker looked back at Prowl in his outstretched arms holding him almost hesitantly. Sunstreaker's grip was so soft and gentle as if he was afraid he would harm the sparkling it he gripped any tighter, it actually surprised all three other bodies in the room. Slowly with far more care than any mech knew possible for Sunstreaker rearranged Prowl in his arms so that the small wings straddled his fore-armor. Prowl remained looking at him as if judging him for something. Optimus and Sunstreaker began to leave his quarters but neither mech saw the glance that was shared between the two sparklings.

Both Prowl and Jazz had chosen the mech to take care of Bumblebee while they were compromised. Neither Jazz nor Prowl could control their sparkling like temperaments; it was beyond them. Not that Prowl hadn't tried really, really, really, hard; especially when Ratchet had put his finger near his mouth. It still disturbed Prowl that he couldn't stop himself from grasping the digit and putting it in his mouth sucking it till he drooled like some earth creature. 'Not to worry' Prowl reminded himself 'he was a tactician for a reason, he would make Ratchet's life worse than if he'd gone through 7 layers of a smelting pit!'

It was strange to them to be without control in their own body, but that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun with it. It was felt through the bond both times when Bee wanted so bad to release his sudden charge but restrained himself for them. It was touching, but Jazz had encouraged Prowl to open the bond with Bumblebee and zap him gently.

Prowl would never admit how much pleasure he found in bringing Bumblebee to release without even touching him. But that was where the problem lied. They had all three promised each other that if something happened to the others then the remaining mate –Bumblebee in this case- would find someone to take care of them. Both Jazz and Prowl knew Bumblebee was so loyal even if they had died, the yellow mech still wouldn't search out another, so it was time to play Jazz's favorite game, Match Maker. Of course Prowl would have to begin at 'Start' for he was a new player in this age old tradition of Jazz's…

Jazz had 'told' Prowl through their weird new bond that Sunstreaker had feelings for Bumblebee and a soft spot for sparklings. Prowl had vehemently denied such accusations towards the golden mech and even went so far as to call Jazz ludicrous. There was no logical possibility that one of the twin terrors would be worthy to have their Bumblebee. What's worse not just Bumblebee now but their sparkling! Jazz was willing to relieve Bumblebee to the twins! With their sparkling! If Prowl had his tense stick in the mud processor still he would have fritzed, or strangled his white Porsche mate.

Prowl was willing to bet bodily damage that Sunstreaker wasn't the mech for Bee. What surprised the tactician was that the golden mech forewent his shiny new lacquer for Prowl's own safety, no matter what form he took. The moment he was caught Prowl relented to Jazz, he was right Sunstreaker was worthy of taking care of their mini bot. Leave no debate though Jazz and Prowl will get their mini bot back…after they get out of their mini bodies…

~See I told ya Prowler, Sunstreaker's a lot like Ironhide. He's all big and bad but he has a warm spark when tested.~ Jazz said through their bond not missing the knowing smirk Prowl was giving Sunstreaker before the smile shifted to Jazz.

~perhaps you are correct Jazz, we cannot help Bumblebee like this but they can. Now all we have to do is let them spark merge.~ Prowl said softly before he heard Jazz's engine screeched in an attempt to rev in his little form.

~WOAH! Prowl I said help us with Bee, not serve Bee to him on a silver platter! Bumblebee is our mate still-~ Jazz was cut off.

~you are correct Jazz, but we cannot physically feed off any other spark but Bumblebee's right now, if Bumblebee spark merges with someone that will form a bond between all of us and either Blurr, Mirage, or the Twins are who we need. If Bumblebee merged with one of the twins and chose lesser of two evil's -Sunstreaker- then we can feed off both Sunstreaker and Bumblebee relieving him of some of the stress and causing no ill effects to our sparkling. There is maybe even a possibility that Sideswipe will be able to feed us seeing as they are bonded together as twins.~ Prowl violently shivered in his little form with dread. He really didn't want to feed on Sideswipe's spark, it was just too ironic his worst enemy next to the Con's. ~Blurr would be a good choice or even Mirage for they are both very good mechs-~ Prowl was cut off by Jazz who sneered at him.

~Prowler you only want Blurr cause you had a crush on him after you joined the Ark. We are looking for a spark saving bond here, not to appease your 'no one's worthy for what is mine' attitude.~ Jazz said.

It was then that both Jazz and Prowl realized that Optimus and Sunstreaker were eyeing them with great concern. Jazz flickered his optics in an innocent manner trying to look cute but the actions the Prime took added confusion to the two smaller forms. "Sunstreaker something is wrong with Jazz, I do not know much about sparklings but I do believe such a sound should not come from an engine." The red and blue leader said to the golden mech.

Sunstreaker nodded his agreement. "Yeah and mini Prowl just shivered pretty bad…do you think maybe its because of the distance between Bee and them? Maybe it's causing pain on their bond?" Sunstreaker tried to supply, it was strange but true that when Sideswipe left his side for too long a small ached formed in his chest but nothing that would make a screech come from his engine like Jazz's had. Both mechs began to trot as quickly as possible while trying to be gentle with their hold on the sparklings.

Upon their return Ratchet was tapping his pede as he stood towering over Sideswipe. Sunstreaker growled under his breath, if his brother had tried anything funny on Bumblebee he was going to break some axels. Sideswipe perked upon his twin's entrance to the room. "Sunny! Tell the Hatchet too-" Sideswipe immediately tensed and hopped off the berth standing at attention as Prime entered behind Sunstreaker. "Sir!" Sideswipe called to Optimus as he stood awkwardly on his one good pede.

Ratchet turned to Optimus and Sunstreaker a raise of his orbital ridge suggesting he was curious as to why they both looked worried. "Jazz and Prowl had a bit of a fit that concerns me while on our way back, please Ratchet could you do a check on them to ensure their health is well?" The Prime tried to hide the worry in his voice already afraid that the prophesized fate was starting already.

While Ratchet approached to relieve Optimus of Jazz-who was lubricating rather awkwardly from his oral orifice- Sideswipe leaned over and snatched a lazer scalpel off the counter top, unaware of two small blue optics on him.

Sunstreaker had his back turned to his red counter part and had Prowl setting gently on his still scraped chassis. Prowl narrowed his optics at the twin as his head just barely crest over the frontliner's shoulder. 'The audacity of him stealing right before my optics!' Prowl thought, sure he can't put Sideswipe in the brig himself but he had other options at his tiny servos disposal.

With an angry rev of his engine coming off as a similar squeal like Jazz's engine before Prowl opened his mouth and began to scream, loudly. Sunstreaker cursed and wrenched Prowl away from his ringing audios as Ratchet and Optimus had turned their attention to Prowl. Ratchet followed the squealing sparklings line of sight to see a rather stupefied looking red twin. Once Prowl was sure that Ratchet had caught the twin he stopped his uncharacteristic screaming, his engine starting to purr happily in content.

Sunstreaker eyed Prowl as if he was waiting for him to purge on him, something was up. ~Sunny? Prowl fragging snitched on me! I saw him he looked at me grinned then made a scen-~ Sideswipe was cut off when Ratchet pounced the red mech forcing a yelp from him.

"You glitch!" Ratchet snarled at Sideswipe wrenching the scalpel away from the twin. "I told you Wheeljack will not make you lazer swords now quit trying to give him a fragging reference! He'll blow us all to pit!" The medic said as he subspaced the tool.

Sunstreaker eyed his brother for a minute, it was just like before. He was sure Prowl had looked at him and literally pushed out of Primes arms before. As if testing him, and just now he had 'tattled' on Sideswipe. It was be just like old times when Sideswipe would get in trouble from Prowl…well kinda like old times. But the thought of Prowl- no a sparkling having the CPU enough to 'snitch' on his brother was…well it was nuts! ~Your right Sideswipe! I saw him this tiny little sparkling pointed at you and told Ratchet what you were up to over a comm.!~

His brother went silent for a moment. ~Seriously? He did? I didn't even see the bugger move-~

Sunstreaker sent an invitation for a comm. to his brother, said brother opening it tentatively having stopped speaking over their bond. Sunstreaker rolled his helm and pulled his shoulders inwards causing a large high pitched ring of feedback to go through the channel and Sideswipe bristled in surprised pain. ~Of couse not you glitch for brains.~ Sunstreaker said rather smugly.

The night quickly settled down when Bumblebee slowly sat up in his medical berth looking thoroughly exhausted. He rubbed awkwardly at his eyes like spike would do when he and Bumblebee had gone on a long drive and the human had awoken from his sleep. "Ratchet? What happened?" The mini bot had asked and the yellow mech looked rather upset. Sunstreaker was rather surprised by how much he wanted to go over and comfort the mech but refrained from doing such with an audience.

Ratchet having finished his scans of Prowl and Jazz had Sunstreaker help place them by Bumblebee's side. Jazz and Prowl both tried to furrow deep into the leg seams that they were seated by. "Bumblebee I owe you an apology, yesterday when your chassis was opened I-" Ratchet began his voice deadly serious.

Sideswipe didn't even bother to be respectful as the sudden air of depression caused an itch in his CPU that he didn't like. So he cut Ratchet off while he dug his smallest digit into his audio system trying to ease the ringing he still heard his helm canted to the side as if draining water. "What Ratchet is trying to say is while you were unconscious Ratchet man handled your spark and now your preggers." Sunstreaker turned to his twin wishing to pounce on him but stopped when a squeak came from Bumblebee's direction.

Bumblebee looked at Ratchet not wanting to believe such a brash accusation, and Ratchet shook his head. "No! Primus no, what I was trying to say is I failed to notice the small pail spark hiding behind your own. Bumblebee you are in fact sparked." Ratchet said almost awkwardly.

Bumblebee felt all the troubles from yesterday coming back. 'How in the pit was he going to feed all of them? Was his spark strong enough-' Bumblebee's thoughts where interrupted by a large red and blue mech.

"Bumblebee? I fear that the three of us need to talk, Prowl and Jazz are welcome to stay but the news I bring are of ill tidings." Sunstreaker who was just starting to go to his brother's side had frozen in place as he heard Optimus talk.

Turning back around to his brothers' curious gaze Sunstreaker went to Prime's side. "Wait, ill tidings? Last time you said 'ill tidings' Wheeljack blew up half the arks interface hardware with that new improved vibrato-!" Ratchet glared at Sunstreaker to silence himself which surprisingly he did, instead jumping to his next question. "What kind of 'ill tidings' could involve Bumblebee!" Sunstreaker said, demanding an answer.

Optimus looked at the yellow bot then shook his head. "The news is meant for Bumblebee, I will only divulge what he wishes, nothing more. Till then please Sunstreaker remove you and yours from the med bay, it would appear Sideswipe is well enough to do pranks. As such he is well enough for a few cycles without having his pede finished."

The med bay went quiet as Sunstreaker seethed. Slowly turning away and dragging his brother out with him. "Come on tiny Tim!" Sideswipe yelped and tried to hobble out of the room his brother not bothering to give him a chance to stabilize himself.

~Sunny? What's with the sudden mood shift?~ Sideswipe asked as he tried prodding the bond open a little more to feel how his brother was feeling emotionally.

His brothers' voice was soft and concerned and it forced Sunstreaker to slow in the dragging of his brother. Once the door was locked behind them Sunstreaker grinned mischievously, a look much more suited for the red twin. "Hey Sides? When was the last time you locked Red Alert in the broom closet?"

Sideswipe didn't even have to think about it. "You know we have a tight schedule to keep brother, I lock him away every Thursday at noon. Wait for 25 minutes then give Inferno hints on where to find his lover mech at." Sideswipe grinned mischievously.

Sunstreaker began to drag his twin towards the security control room at the end of the hall way. "Oh? Well I think we need to surprise the mech, have to keep him on his pedes, now don't we? Don't want him getting lax and expecting you every time, right?"

Sideswipe gawked at his brother; surely he was not going to initiate the prank first? That was blasphemous, anarchy! ~Who are you and what have you done to Sundance?~ Sideswipe yelped when he was punched and glared at by his twin… nope still Sunstreaker.

Red Alert watched in mild fascination when Blurr zipped back and forth on screen. The blue and grey mech was so fast that even when he had Wheeljack enhance the cameras ability to record at high speeds it was still hard to catch and comprehend the speedster's actions. It wasn't the first time he had been thankful that the mech was an Autobot and not a Decepticon; it would have him crashing every time they encountered the other if he had been on the opposing forces.

Red Alert violently Jerked back when a hand clasp over his mouth plate. He tried to scream but before he even had a chance to take a breath his world pitched sideways and just like watching an old television the world seemed to shrink to a pin size point before going black.

Sideswipe looked at his win in shock, sure Sideswipe had kidnapped and 'stored' Red Alert in random places to mess with him but never had he caused the mech to crash! "Sunny what in the pit are you doing?!" Sideswipe panicked at his twin as all of Red Alert's weight settled into golden arms.

Sunstreaker felt his face plate scrunch up in distaste before rather unceremoniously dropping the security director to the ground with a loud crash. "Oops, sorry bout that." The golden twin said not sounding the least bit apologetic. Sunstreaker sat at the desk quickly. "Computer!" the screen buzzed to life as a voice came over the rooms speakers.

"Computer responding to Red Alert, are you Red Alert?" The automated voice asked.

"Yes." Sunstreaker said happy when the computer responded to his voice not realizing the difference between the two voices; obviously Wheeljack hadn't cleared that glitch in the computer yet. "Enhance med bay screen 21 section K cover screens 17 through 59" The mentioned screens lit up showing one large image of the back of Prime and Ratchet's right side. He could just barely make out Bumblebee's faceplate.

"Sunstreaker what are you doing?! We were only supposed to get Red Alert not hack his monitors!" Sideswipe said as he struggled with hefting Red Alert onto his shoulders. "Now, what am I supposed to do with him?!" he asking his brother in between grunts.

Sunstreaker looked at his brother for only a moment. "I don't care just shut his comm. off and hog tie him, put in that corner over there." Sunstreaker hissed at his brother turning back to the screens. "Computer! Enhance med bay volume by 20%" the volume was enhanced but Sunstreaker still couldn't hear well. "30%" Sunstreaker said the volume rising again. What made its way to Sunstreaker's audios made his tanks churn. "Primus, no." he breathed out his vents picking up in speed.

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