Disclaimer: Although I wish I owned transformers I have to live with the fact that I do not...just Sparks

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What's Crackin!

"Is she going to be alright?" Optimus was trying hard to remain calm and collected but it was starting to prove to be more difficult that he originally thought.

"I hate to say it Prime but I don't know." Ratchet sighed as he ran the last of the scans. "Things seem to be normal...let's just hope it's only a matter of time."

"How about Jazz?"

"He's just powering up, he should be back online within a few hours...It's as though nothing happened to him." The medic glanced over to the berth that the silver bot was currently occupying.

Though Optimus was glad that his closest friend was back he still worried about his little sparking. Even if she wasn't of his and Elita Ones spark she meant the world o him. "Keep an optic on Jazz; if it's alright with you I would like to take Sparks with me."

"There shouldn't be a problem as long as you bring her back here if anything changes." The medic let Optimus pick up the quiet sparkling making sure to wrap the fuzzy blue blanket around her.

"I will let you know the moment anything happens." Optimus made his way out of the med bay Sparks in hand.

"So you managed to get the Hatchet to release Sparks huh." Ironhide had been patiently waiting for Optimus to exit the med bay with a sore helm but was pleasantly surprised to see that the little sparkling was with him instead.

"You seem to be as surprised as I am."

"Of course I'm surprised, we are talking about the mech that has welding more than one aft to the ceiling for leaving the med bay early." Ironhide didn't know whether to laugh at the idea or cringe at the memory of an incident from the past involving his own aft.

Optimus never got the chance to tease his old comrade about said memory as a familiar annoying voice interrupted the conversation.

"What in gods name is that!"

Of all the humans that Optimus had come across since coming to earth none could push his patience like the one known as Galloway.

"That is a young sparkling, and her name is Sparks." The black mech growled out at the human that had the guts to speak to the Prime in such a manner.

"A what?"

"She is what you would call a child Director Galloway." Prime didn't dare tell him that Sparks had once been a human. It was none of the mans business as far as he was concerned. "She is my daughter."

Optimus had made sure to use a tone that was firm enough on the human that he wouldn't be able to challenge him but at the same time it wasn't threatening.

"And what, she just appeared out of the blue?" The Director took a few more steps towards the Peterbilt. "Is there anymore of those things that I should know about."

It took all of his will power to not yell down at the man; Ironhide was already looking ready to create a creator that would have the perfect Galloway burn mark in the middle.

'Ironhide.'

'Just offline your optics and audio for three nanoseconds.'

'He does not understand.'

'Well I don't give a slag. He treats us like the enemy when we are the ones who have saved their afts twice now since coming to this pit spawned mud ball.'

It wasn't often that the weapons specialist got nasty, sure the mech was grumpy but it was best to steer clear when things got out of hand.

'We are the ones who brought OUR war to their home.'

'It would be nice if...'

"Would you two stop babbling in that metal grinding language? It's annoying! Now what do you plan to do with that 'child'?"

"That 'child' is the daughter of the Prime, you will show her and her father respect." The sound of whirring cannons drove the message home.

"Don't you point those things at me you oversized can opener."

"Who you callin a can opener you slaggin little..."

"Daddy...I'm hungry." The sweetest voice that the two mechs had ever heard stopped all conversations.

Relief swept through Optimus' processors as he sent a silent prayer of thanks to Primus. "Hello Sparkling, how are you feeling?"

"Really hungry." Sparks smiled up at her daddy while snuggling into the blue blanket.

"We'll get you somthin right quick Sparks." Ironhide stroked Sparks blue flamed helm with a single digit.

"Then will you change Hide?" The sweet blue optics were quickly making short work of Ironhides gruff 'no'.

"Oh alright, but just once and thats it." Both Ironhide and Optimus knew that there would be a lot of transforming going on.

"Now wait just a damn minute here! You haven't answered m..." Galloway suddenly found that he had a dry mouth and thankful that he had used the bathroom before tracking down the Autobot leader. There was something about have a gun the size of a volks wagon aimed point blank at his face that just didn't sit so well with him.

"Ya speak like tha in front of my lil Sparks again an I will squash ya like a insecticon."

"Took the words right out of my processor."

"Ironhide stop encouraging him." Optimus wasn't quite sure how to go about this new situation. He had two mechs before him; one whos optics just happened to be flashing a redish color. There was also the fact that his little sparkling was in need of some energon.

"Why not, for once he and I are agreein on something, you should give us a medal." The black bot waved his cannons around as he spoke.

"Jazzy..." There it was again, that soft, sweet little voice that could bring even the hardest mech to his knees...including Megatron.

Optimus could only watch as the red left his second in commands optics and stand back up to his full height. When Jazz turned to face them he was calm and acting like his old playful self once again.

"Hey Little Sparks, whats crackin?"

Yes I know it's been a while since I updated...I have an excuse this time...moving and getting a 7 month old puppy from the spca ^_^ thank you for all the support and awesome reviews my little gum drops.