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Due to the recent uproar concerning sexually explicit material on the site, this story has been edited from it's original state to conform to FFnet's ToS. I hate doing this, but I like keeping my stories here. The full, unedited version of this story, as well as those I cannot post here at all, will be available shortly on my Y-Gallery account (Takashidaimao, same as on here). Those who do not have a Y-Gallery account or do not have access to the site, feel free to drop me a PM and I'll see what I can do for you. I will fix this up a little better later, so please forgive the sloppy chop job for now. If by some miracle the petitions change the site owner's mind, I will put all the good bits back in. But, until then, this is what you get for now so I don't get banned.

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"Come on, Sweetspark. You can do it." Starscream encouraged softly. The Seeker was sitting on the floor in the twins' room, his arms outstretched in front of him. Megatron sat against the opposite wall, a content smile on his lips. Dawnbreaker stood on shaky legs in front of the warlord, the only thing keeping him upright was his tight grip on his sire's digits held above his helm. The little seekerling fluttered his wings nervously, staring across at his carrier expectantly. He let go of one of his sire's digits to reach out at the Seeker, making a grabbing gesture with his servo and babbling wordlessly. Of course, he immediately grabbed a hold of his sire again, feeling like he was about to fall. Starscream let out a chuckle, shaking his helm. "No, sweetie. If you want me to hold you, you have to walk over here by yourself."

Dawnbreaker gave his carrier a pout before looking up at his sire, as if expecting a different answer from him. Megatron gave him a smirk, shaking his helm as well. "Sorry, Dawn. You've got to learn eventually." he whispered out, giving his son a reassuring smile. Dawnbreaker gave a small whimper before looking down at his pedes, concentrating. He took a shaky step forward, still holding on tightly to his sire's digits. His next step was a little more sure-footed, and Megatron took the opportunity to slip out of his son's grip. Dawnbreaker let out a surprised squeak, taking another few unsteady waddles forward on his own.

Knock Out was watching from the door, leaning against the door frame with a servo resting against his hip. He couldn't help a small smile from spreading across his lips as he watched the little one stumble towards his carrier. The little mechling managed to get almost halfway before he tripped over his own pedes, tumbling to the ground. The sports car let out a small chuckle before the infant sniffled and began to whine softly, little tears welling up in his optics. Starscream folded his arms across his chest plates, shaking his helm again. "Now, don't you start crying, Dawnbreaker. You're not hurt and you know it. You'll just have to get up and try again." He scolded softly, giving the child a stern look. The silver seekerling immediately stopped his sobbing, wiping away his tears in the soft carpet on the floor. He then pushed himself up, trying to stand back up to his pedes.

"That doesn't look like the face of a mech who doesn't want a sparkling…"

Knock Out turned slightly as he heard someone whisper into his audio sensor. He was met by the expectant gaze of a single golden optic. The sports car vented a sigh. "Breakdown, we've been over this already…" he retorted softly as the large mech wrapped a strong arm around his waist, his servo resting over the medic's gestation chamber. Breakdown nuzzled his faceplates against the back of his partner's neck. "So? That doesn't mean we can't go over it again…" he argued, trailing small kisses down the back of the doctor's neck. Knock Out sighed again, placing his servo over the larger one resting on his abdomen. "Breakdown… I… I can't…"

Breakdown froze at that, immediately stopping his kissing. For once, his partner hadn't responded flat out with 'I don't want one.' But… He wasn't sure if 'I can't' was an improvement or not. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked hesitantly, worried Knock Out had something wrong with him that prevented him from carrying a sparkling. He would have gladly carried it himself, but his own gestation chamber had been badly damaged when he was dissected by M.E.C.H. He couldn't have one unless he was the sire. It was a fact Knock Out was painfully aware of. After all, he was the one who had to break it to the poor mech. "It's just… What are we going to do if I end up carrying? I'm the only one on board that knows how to care for expecting mechs, not to mention I'm the only one who knows how to deliver a sparkling. I can't do it all on my own…"

Breakdown vented a sigh of relief. Oh, was that all? And for once it wasn't a 'no'! "What if I found another doctor? Someone who's just as experienced as you?" he asked, a smile reappearing on his face. Knock Out let out a scoff, shaking his helm. "If you found another medic that knows what they're doing, then fine… But I don't see how you'll-" "Ah! He did it! He did it!"

Knock Out was cut off by the sudden shrill shriek of excitement coming from the room in front of him. He looked back in time to catch Dawnbreaker stumbling into his carrier's arms. Starscream immediately took the tiny sparkling up into a tight hug, eliciting a happy squeal from the child. Megatron remained sitting where he was, beaming with pride that one of his sons finally managed to walk on his own for the first time. Knock Out let his smile return, so distracted by the scene that he didn't notice Breakdown slip away.

Several hours later, Breakdown found himself standing in front of the door to the bridge. Megatron had returned to his duties by now, and the one-eyed mech knew this would be the best time to catch the warlord for a talk, as he was still likely in a good mood after playing with his sons. And given the subject he was about to bring up, it was better if the warlord was in a very good mood concerning sparklings. He took a deep intake, steeling himself as he stepped through the door.

"Excuse me, Lord Megatron." He called out, trying to mask any nervousness in his voice. "Yes, what is it?" Megatron growled, not bothering to look back. Breakdown vented a sigh, rubbing a servo against the back of his neck. "Uhh… Permission to speak privately, sir?" he asked hesitantly. The warlord looked back over his shoulder, optics scanning over the blue mech. Eventually, he turned on his ped, making his way towards the back of the bridge. "Soundwave, you have the helm." He commanded as he passed by Breakdown, motioning for him to follow.

"Alright, what is it?" Megatron rumbled out the second the door closed behind them, folding his arms across his chest. They were out in the hall, not exactly the most private place on the ship, but it was better than out there on the command deck. "Well… I was just wondering, sir… What would it take to get another medic on board?" he asked, casting an uneasy glance downward. Megatron raised a brow plate. "Another medic? Why? Is something wrong with Knock Out?"

"N-no, no! Knock Out's fine! I-in fact, he's more than fine! He's just poochie!" Breakdown stammered out hastily. Megatron rolled his optics. "Don't you mean 'peachy'?" he corrected, shaking his helm. "R-right! Th-that's what I meant!" he replied with a nervous laugh. The warlord vented a sigh. "And? Do you have a point at all? Why do we need another medic?" he growled out impatiently. This was getting nowhere fast. The blue mech vented a sigh. Here goes nothing. "O-okay, hypothetically speaking… Let's say something happens to Knock Out that I can't fix. Like… I don't know… Let's just say, purely for argument's sake, that… Umm… Th-that he's carrying a sparkling…" Breakdown began, to which Megatron's optics instantly widened. "So… He can do his own examinations and everything as long as he has my help, but… I have no idea how to deliver a sparkling! We'd need another doctor here, right? I-I mean… If something like that were to happen… It doesn't even have to be that… B-but if it was…"

Megatron stared down at Breakdown for a long moment as he continued to babble nervously. He couldn't help but think back to earlier, when Knock Out was watching Starscream and himself teaching Dawnbreaker to walk. He'd noted how Breakdown came up behind the doctor, how they whispered to each other in a low and serious tone, the way he'd held him… It all made complete sense to him now. "I see… Am I correct in assuming this scenario is a little more than hypothetical?" the warlord asked, letting his arms fall to his sides. Breakdown's faceplates immediately heated up. "U-uhh… Well… Maybe… Just a little…" he mumbled out, averting his optic. Megatron vented a sigh, giving a knowing nod. "Alright, I'll make the necessary arrangements."

Breakdown immediately looked back up at his master, optic wide in disbelief. "R-really? You will?" he stuttered out. Megatron let out a small chuckle. "Of course. I won't deny a carrier or their sparkling the care they need." He replied, giving the large blue mech a soft smile. He then slapped a servo down on the stunned mech's shoulder. "I suppose congratulations are in order. Be sure to tell your mate I wish him luck." With that, Megatron left, heading down the hall opposite the bridge. Breakdown just stood there for a while, his jaw hanging open. Oh no… Did Megatron think Knock Out was carrying already? Suddenly, he took off down the hall at a sprint, heading straight for his partner's lab. "Scrap scrap scrap scrap scrap!"

When Megatron got back to his quarters he smiled. Starscream was lying on their berth with Knightfall stretched out across his chestplates. Dawnbreaker was curled up in his arm at his side, a tiny digit stuck in his mouth. The two sparklings were fast asleep, and it looked as though their carrier wasn't far behind. The Seeker forced his optics to stay open, smiling softly when he saw his mate walk in. "Nap time already?" Megatron whispered out, leaning down to kiss his lover. Starscream replied with a small nod, not wanting to disturb Knightfall by talking too much. The warlord smiled before carefully sitting down on his side of the berth. "I just wanted you to know… I've decided to talk to Optimus about a truce, like you asked."

"Oh? That's great." Starscream replied in a low voice, trying his best not to disturb the twins. "And here I was afraid you just told me you'd think about it to get me to shut up." He added, to which Megatron immediately shook his helm. "I would never lie to you, love. I really have been thinking about it. But… I've just received news that forces me to hasten my decision. It seems we're going to need a new medic for a short while." He explained. Starscream furrowed his brow plates in confusion. "What? Why? What's wrong with Knock Out?" he asked immediately. Megatron let out a chuckle, running a servo across Knightfall's back as he shifted in his sleep. "Nothing's wrong with him. He'll just be giving these two someone their own age to play with very soon…"

"You told him WHAT?"

Breakdown immediately darted around to the other side of the medberth in an attempt to escape his partner's wrath, or at the very least delay it. There were no words to describe the level of pissed off Knock Out had reached. The doctor looked as though he was ready to rip the medberth out of the floor just to get his servos on the larger mech. "I'm sorry! It was a misunderstanding! I swear!" Breakdown shouted, ducking down to dodge the random piece of equipment that was tossed at his helm. "A misunderstanding? You were just supposed to find out if there were any other doctors near this system! How in the Pit did that translate to me fragging carrying?" Knock Out screeched loud enough to rival Starscream.

"Well, you said if I found a doctor you'd do it! Megatron said he'd take care of everything for us! What's the difference between you conceiving yesterday or today as long as there's someone to deliver the sparkling at the end?" Breakdown argued, at which point a particularly heavy object whizzed by just overtop his helm. "I meant I'd think about it! I don't want to have a sparkling right now!" the sports car screamed, lobbing one last tool with all the skill of a wrench-wielding Ratchet. It bounced off the side of his partner's helm with a satisfying clank. After finally hitting his mark, he took a moment to catch his breath. Unfortunately, that also gave him a moment to think.

Megatron must have had a medic in mind if he'd just calmly assured Breakdown everything would be arranged for him. When would that medic get there? Surely whatever doctor he'd call would want to examine the developing sparkling immediately. What would he do if he didn't find one? Or, more importantly, what would Megatron do if he didn't find one? He'd kill the both of them! That is, unless Knock Out managed to conceive before then. But he didn't want to do that either! So, it was either have a baby or die?

"Oh, Primus! Why?" the Aston Martin whined, clamping his servos against his helm. By then Breakdown had recovered, and was standing a healthy distance away from his now panicking partner. "I really am sorry… But… We were going to have one eventually anyway, right?" he said, giving the doctor a weak smile. Suddenly, he let out a yelp as Knock Out collapsed against his chestplates. "I know… But not like this! I wanted to have one when I felt like having it, not because I was given an ultimatum…" he whimpered out, burying his faceplates against his partner's chest. Breakdown ran a servo down the sports car's back, trying to think of a way to calm him. "Look… Umm… Let's just pretend for a second that Megatron doesn't think you're carrying. Let's pretend I just came in here and said I'd found a doctor. What would you have said?"

"Well… I'd have probably joked around and said 'Well, we'd better get to work on it, babe.'" Knock Out replied with a sigh. Breakdown smiled. "And I'd have been an idiot and taken you seriously, wouldn't I?" Knock Out looked up at his partner. He couldn't help but smile up at that big goofy grin of his. "I… I guess..." he mumbled, his optics wandering away. Breakdown vented a sigh. "Alright, look… I'll go back to Lord Megatron and tell him the truth. I'll tell him it was all my idea and you had nothing to do about it, okay? I'll take full blame for it."

Knock Out looked up at the blue mech, noting the sad look on his face. The big guy wanted a sparkling so bad… The doctor pushed away gently, making is way over to one on the computer consoles. Breakdown gave another sigh, taking that as his cue to get going. However, as he approached the door he heard heavy locks engage. He looked back at his partner, who was leaning back against the console with a smirk on his face. "Oops! Silly me! I seem to have accidentally activated the quarantine locks!" Knock Out said in an overly fake surprised voice. He then sauntered his way over to the large mech, draping his arms around his neck. "I can't seem to remember the override code… Do you think you can refresh my memory, babe?"

A huge grin immediately spread across Breakdown's face. He saw what his partner was trying to do. It was a really bad excuse, but he appreciated it all the same. "You really don't have to…" he said, though he still wrapped his arms around the doctor's waist. Knock Out pulled his mate down to his level. "Just shut up and frag me before I change my mind…" he warned before pressing their lips together.

-The unfortunate editing of the story continues... *LeSigh* I really hope you guys can get on Y-Gallery. This is really killing the story-

"So… Do you think it worked?"

Knock Out gave another tired groan as he looked up at Breakdown, who was still standing over him. He rolled his optics. "Babe, it's way too early to tell…" he grumbled out, laying an arm over his optics to shield them from the bright light hanging overhead. The large mech fidgeted slightly, moving around to his mate's side. "Well, when will you be able to tell?" he asked impatiently. Knock Out let out a growl, rolling over on the medberth to face away from his pestering partner. "Ask me in the morning…" he mumbled out, turning his optics offline. Breakdown muffled a gasp as he looked down at the doctor's back, slapping a servo over his mouth. There were long streaks of primer gray running down the cherry red of the Aston Martin's plating, likely from when his back was scraping against the berth while they interfaced. Great, now he had to try and find a way to buff away those scratches without waking Knock Out up. How in the Pit was he going to pull that off?