rec-room

Shadow turned to Luna but her optics caught Red's.

"Red? What are you doing up this early? You never wake up this early." Redcord smiled.

"My mama woke me up early. I don't like it. It's too early."

"We don't like it either. We usually don't get up this early either," said Nova. Shadow smiled slightly.

"Come over here with us Red." Red walked over to them. They were drawing on data-pads.

"Want one?" Luna held one out for him.

"Sure." He took it and chuckled.

"Look I can be my daddy!" Red turned on the data pad and grabbed a stick from the corner.

"Look at me I'm Mr. grumpy mech! I can throw wrenches at your helms! and fix stuff! Bulkhead I needed that! Smokescreen stop being stupid!" Shadow, Nova, and Luna rolled over laughing and Red joined in. Red bumped into Shadow and they both blushed. Shadow smiled and continued laughing. Nova tried to stop laughing.

"I bet I can be that big silver meanie!" She stood up and pretended to wield a sword and fusion cannon on her left arm. She walked like Megatron.

"Decepticons! Transform and rise up! Starscream you fool!" she said in a funny fake mech voice. Luna laughed so hard she had tears streaming from her optics. Shadow and Red laughed. Bulkhead looked in and saw them all laughing. He shook his helm and kept walking.

Later

Shadow laid in the floor of the rec room with Red's back pressed against hers. He squirmed and whined. Shadow looked over at him. He was having a nightmare. He mumbled something but she couldn't tell what.

"Red wake up." She shook him. He opened his optics and cried. She hugged him.

"Don't cry. It was just a dream."

Bulkhead and Wheeljack's quarters, several days later

"That is a little mean Ellie."

"So? It's still funny."

"Being sparked is nothing to joke about Tiny."

"So? It makes for a great prank."

"I really thought you had grown out of your pranking Ellie," said Bulkhead.

"Not quite. Though I'm pretty sure this will be my last...because Ratchet will kill me when he finds out it's a prank."

"Serves you right."

"I know. I feel like being overly stubborn today for some reason."

"Are you sure you're ok Ellie? Because yesterday you were hyper, the day before that you were sad and the day before that you were arguing with Ratchet the whole day, and today you're stubborn. What's going on? Are you sick?" asked Bulkhead.

"No I'm not sick. I'm fine. I promise."

"Are you sure?" asked Wheeljack

"I'm sure Jackie."

The Main Room

"Hey Ratch?" He turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Ok. If I tell you. Don't freak out all right?."

"All right."

"I'm sparked again." Ratchet's optics widened.

"You are?!"

"Yeah."

"That's great!" He smiled brightly before falling to the floor.

"Ratchet!"

Later

"You nearly gave me a spark attack!"

"I'm sorry." Ratchet ran his finger over her smooth cheek plate.

"I couldn't help it. I was happy." He kissed Ironelle gently and smiled.

"I knew you were." Ratchet smiled up at her from the berth and held her waist to pull her closer. She smiled and rested her helm on Ratchet's shoulder. He pulled her into his lap.

"I love you."

"I love you too." The red and white mech gently kissed her again and held his servo on her abdominal armor.

"I hope this one is a femme."

"Me too Ratch."

Ironelle couldn't stop laughing. She clutched her sides and tears ran from her optics.

"He's so gullible and he fainted when I told him!" she said. Wheeljack couldn't help but chuckle a small bit.

"He fainted?"

"Yeah! I can't stop laughing!".

"You'd probably need t—" Ironelle ran to the corner of the hanger and purged her tanks. Wheeljack walked over and rubbed her back.

"Are you sure you're not actually sparked Tiny?"

"I-I'm—" she purged her tanks again.

"I-I'm s-sure. I used my protection programs. I couldn't." Wheeljack raised his optic ridge and scoffed quietly.

"Tiny me and Bulk used protection and look at me! I'm sparked with twins." Ironelle rolled her optics.

"I'm not s-sparked again."

"I'm taking you to the doc and he'll prove it to you."

"Leave me alone Wheeljack." Wheeljack picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

"Pain in the aft! Let me go!"

"Not until you promise to go have check up with the doc."

"No way! Nothing's wrong with me. I just had some bad energon or something."

"No making excuses Tiny." Wheeljack walked out of the med-bay with Ironelle still over his shoulder and she sighed a propped her chin up on her servo.

"You're a pain in the aft Jackie."

"Thanks. Bulk tells me that too."

"I wonder why." Wheeljack chuckled and carried Ironelle the rest of the way to the med-bay.

"Hey Doc?"

"Wheeljack please don't call me doc. What is it Wheeljack?"

"You need to run tests on Tiny here."

"Why?" Ratchet turned around and raised an optic ridge.

"She thinks she has a virus."

"Why are you carrying her?"

"She wouldn't cooperate."

"Sit her there."

::I hate you Jackie.::

::I love you too Tiny.::

She growled as Wheeljack set his servos on his hips and Ratchet grabbed the scanner. The medic scanned her.

"You don't have a virus." She raised an optic and Wheeljack smiled triumphantly.

"Anything else?"

"No. The small spark's beat is fine and extremely healthy." She stared at him