Disclaimer: I do not own transformers…only after I have taken over the world…but I do own little Sparks ^_^

GlitchGirl23 – I never really thought about it before, im going to guess that the sparklings age faster than humans but im choosing to keep Sparks at the nice slow rate of a human child, more fun that way. If there is enough interest then I might do a whole side story of her grown up…just don't know who I would pair her off with.

Hummergrey – oh…my….god lmao! That sooo gave me an idea XD

The Love Doc – here some of their quality time just for you ^_^

Gob Smacked

"You sure you don't want to look at Skids foot? I mean, I can wait, its not a problem." Jazz kept glancing at the open door that lead to the hall and away from the med bay; he really didn't want to deal with Ratchet right now.

Ratchet glared down at the silver mech. "If the slagger cant handle having one foot then he can haul his own aft over here along with the missing foot." The foot wasn't really missing per-say, just indisposed of…sorta kinda.

Jazz felt his intakes sigh, there was no way out of this one…maybe the Hatchet wanted to discuss something else with him…yeah that had to be it….right? right. Great now he was even answering his own questions, so not good.

"Alright Ratchet, whats doing?"

Blue optics narrowed at the bot; making him feel as though he was getting in trouble from his creators. "How long have you had the bond with Sparks? And don't give me no slaggin excuses either."

*I knew, I knew he was gonna ask me something like this….and now my days with Sparks are probably gonna be over.* Jazz didn't really want to answer the question because there was no way that he would be aloud to be with the sparkling if they were bonded. It wasn't like it was a bond between mates, it was something else. Something different, something he couldn't explain.

"Well, are you going to answer or do I have to take a spark reading and find out for myself."

"No you don't have to take a spark reading, I just didn't want anyone to know….i guess I have had the bond with Sparky ever since she called me back from the matrix."

"Of all the…" Ratchet turned and began to pace the length of the med bay. They were in a real pickle now, if Jazz could feel Sparks emotions then the little femme would be able to feel his as well. What were they going to do? The cmo didn't dare break the bond less he risk Sparks and or Jazz's life, but at the same time the sparkling was way to young to have a mate. "Have you told Prime?"

"Are you kdding! Does it look like I want to be offlined?" Sure their leader was kind and gentle but when it came to family …well Jazz wasn't quite ready to find out. "Besides, its not the same kind of bond that happens between mates…at least I don't think it is."

"What do you mean its different?"

"I can feel her emotions and I know that I can send mine to her cause I do it when she is upset or angry about something, but I don't know if she can feel mine."

"If you can feel hers then she can probably feel yours, that's how bonds work Jazz. Is that all though? Are you able to communicate to her through the bond?"

"No, just emotions not words; and I only send good emotions to her, I make sure to keep my temper in check with her." Jazz was starting feel a little bit relaxed with the whole situation now that it was out in the open. Maybe Ratchet wouldn't tell Prime about the whole bond thing.

The off yellow medic finally came to a stop in front of the waiting solstice. "You know that im going to have to tell Optimus about all this right."

Jazz's hope was deflated with those words, he didn't know how his best friend was going to take the news. Never mind he knew exactly how is was going to go..not good. If Jazz had learned anything about the father sparkling bond was that Optimus took his job quite seriously, if not more seriously than being a leader. "Do we have to?"

"What, you worried he's gonna deactivate you?" Ratchet was almost enjoying seeing the mech squirm since it took a lot to get that kind of reaction out of the bot.

"Hello! Is your processor running slow or something! What do you think he's gonna do?"

"I think he's going to be ok with it since the bond seems to be only partial; besides it's a good tool for finding Sparks when she goes missing."

"You better be right or else I'm taking you to the matrix with me when Prime deactivates me."

"Hahahaha, well you have till sunrise to make your last will and testament; Prime's on patrol again tonight."

I was dark, so very dark…and scary too. Sparks couldn't see anything, nothing but darkness and it was closing in on her. It didn't matter where she ran, the black ink just followed her. With nowhere else left to go, the sparkling just sat and waited for the darkness to leave….if it left. She had tried calling for her daddy but there had been no answer, nor did he come out of the darkness to rescue her.

'Why isn't daddy coming for me?' Sparks cried as she curled herself up.

There was something suddenly glowing from in front of her, something more scary than the darkness itself. A pair of red glowing optics peered out at her and it wasn't long before a really really scary face took shape. It was the scary monster who tried to hurt her Wittle Wavage. The scary mech didn't say anything, his face just kept floating closer and closer with those red optics glaring at her.

'Daddy! Where are you?'

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Sparkling…Sparks…its ok…wake up sweety."

Sparks could feel something grab at her arms, trying to hold her down, she couldn't let that scary monster get her again or else she would never see her daddy ever again.

"Nooooo! Let me go!" Sparks tried in vain to get away from her captor but it was no use, if anything the grip on her got tighter.

"Sparks, your having a bad dream, you need to online your optics dear."

That voice, she knew that voice…it was the really pretty lady…the one her daddy liked lots. Onlineing one optic, Sparks could see pale pink and silver…

"Eweeta?"

"Yes dear Spark, its me and your safe and sound." Elita wrapped Sparks up in the blue blanket and proceeded to hold her close as she swayed from one ped to the other. The femme had looked after enough sparklings to know what settled them down and what didn't.

"Where's daddy?"

"He's out on patrol tonight, but don't worry he'll be back for breakfast…maybe he'll bring us breakfast in bed." The slim, stream lined femme walked out of the berth room and made her way down the hall in hopes that getting away from where the bad dream happened for a little while then Sparks would be able to get back into recharge sooner. "Why don't we go say good night to Ratchet."

"Ok."

As the pair walked into the med bay Ratchet was found giving Jazz a firm talking to with a slightly raised voice. No liking the fact that the medic was talking mean to her Jazzy, Sparks thought of only one thing to say to him.

"Cwam it Watchet!"

Silence and nothing more echoed through the med bay. Jazz was trying hard to keep not only the laughter in but the grin that wanted to escape too. The only thing was keeping it in was the look of death that Ratchet was receiving from Elita while the old grouch was looking completely gob smacked.

It took Elita a few moments to gather herself before she addressed the sparkling in her arms. "Sparks, its not very nice to talk like that." There was no scolding tone in her voice, just a gentle sort of way of teaching.

"Bu Watchet says it."

"Well Ratchet needs to have his processor washed out with transfluid." The older femme turned back to glaring at the medic and then to the solstice who was letting a few giggles escape. "Your not helping things Jazz."

"I know….but…but its just so funny, the look on the Hatchets face…*snort*…..Oh Primus I cant help it." Jazz turned around trying to hide his face from Sparks, but he knew that his amusement would reach her emotionally; it was too strong to hold back.

Yaaaa another chapter up…thank you my little gum drops for all the awesome reviews ^_^ I also really need to get to some of my other stories…been depriving them for quite some time. cheers