-The next day-

"Hey Sweetspark. Wake up. You have an appointment with Ratchet this morning." A muffled moan came from the bot under the recharge blanket as the large green ex-Wrecker shook his bonded's shoulders.

"Frag off. I was up half the night. The Doc can wait. I'm tired. Let me recharge Bulk," grumbled the white ex-wrecker. Bulkhead sat down on the berth beside Wheeljack's curled up form.

"Jackie Ratchet's gonna have a cow if you don't get up and down to the med-bay."

"Let 'em." Wheeljack coughed harshly and clutched his chest.

"Jackie?" The green wrecker pulled the blanket off his frame and rubbed his back. Energon ran down Wheeljack's lip and covered his servo. Bulkhead's optics widened.

"Come on Jackie. We need to get you to Ratchet." Bulkhead picked up the smaller mech and ran out. Wheeljack clung to Bulkhead's frame.

"Ratchet!" The medic looked up.

"Finally! You're 10 minutes late!"

"Ratchet Jackie's coughing up energon!" The medic stopped ranting and looked at the two mechs.

"What?! Get him on the berth!" Bulkhead laid Wheeljack on the berth and he burst into another coughing fit. Energon spewed from his mouth.

"That's not good." Ratchet patted his back until he stopped and then picked up his scanner and scanned the white mech.

"Not good."

"What's wrong Ratch?!" Bulkhead wrapped his arm around Bulkhead's shoulders and held him close. Wheeljack dozed off as he rested against Bulkhead.

"Wheeljack's got a virus. It's spreading through his systems."

"What?! NO! What about the sparkling!?"

"Luckily, it hasn't reached the sparkling yet. He's going to need extra energon, doses of medicine 3 times a day, and plenty of rest for his and the sparkling's safety." Bulkhead held the white mech's frame closer. Ratchet grabbed an needle and filled it with a grey liquid.

"This will be his first dose today and you'll need to bring him back for his 2nd and 3rd doses."

"Ok." Ratchet lifted Wheeljack's arm and gave him the shot. The mech grumbled.

"I need that arm Doc."

"Shush Wheeljack and let me work. Bulkhead can you lay him down?" Bulkhead nodded, laid Wheeljack down, and the white mech grumbled slightly. The medic grabbed a scanner and then scanned Wheeljack.

"The sparkling is doing well. It's not stressed though its straining Wheeljack's systems since both the virus and the sparkling are taking up a large part of his energy."

"Can't you get rid of the virus now?!"

"First of all, stop yelling at me. Second, I can't get rid of it right this second Bulkhead. It's too developed and has spread too much. That's what the shots are for." Bulkhead hung his helm and held Wheeljack close. Wheeljack clung to Bulkhead's arm.

"Bulk...I wanna recharge."

"I know Jackie. Is it ok to do now Ratchet?"

"Yes but come back for his 2nd shot at noon."

"Alright Ratch." Bulkhead lifted up Wheeljack and carried him back to their room. The white mech grumbled slightly.

"What's wrong Jackie?"

"What do you think?"

"Uh..." He let out a sigh.

"I'm tired, I have a virus, I'm sparked, we have our other sparklings we have to care for, we might be going home, Ellie's sparked again and getting very emotional, and I think something is up with Shadow." Bulkhead held his mate close.

"It will all turn out ok Jackie. I promise. Everything and everyone is gonna be ok." He walked into their quarters and laid Wheeljack down on the berth.

"Do you want or need anything Jackie?"

"Yeah..."

"Ok what is it?"

"For you to come lay with me and keep me company."

"Ok Jackie." Bulkhead laid on the berth beside his bonded and wrapped his arm around Wheeljack's shoulders and waist. Wheeljack laid against his chest and coughed into his servo before closing his optics.

"Rest well sweetspark."

-Later-

Ratchet walked in the med-bay with Ellie and made her sit on the berth.

"Ratchet I'm fine."

"I'm just doing a checkup. Calm your aft." He grabbed the scanner and scanned her abdomen.

"And?"

"They're doing fine." Ratchet stroked her small bump.

"I still can't believe its twins."

"Neither can I Ellie. They're our gifts from Primus himself." Ratchet wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept his servo on her bump.

"Hey Ratchet have you ever heard the stories about the angels?"

"Angels?"

"Yeah. My mama told me the stories. How Primus sends his angels to masquerade as bots to keep others safe...You know what Ratchet?"

"What Ellie?"

"I think my mama was one of those angels. She was too sweet for her own good, always ready to help some random bot off the street..."

"I bet you're right Ellie...I bet you're right." He stroked her helm.

"I just know someone else here is one too."

"Who?" he asked.

"Optimus."

-Later-

Elita walked into Optimus' quarters. He was leaning over a waste bin.

"Optimus? Are you ok?"

"I'm..." He closed his optics and purged. She knelt down and rubbed his back until he stopped.

"Sick to my tank..."

"I see. Have you informed Ratchet?"

"Not yet...I've been busy."

"Let's get you down to the med-bay then." Elita helped him up and they walked towards the med-bay.

"Elita."

"Yes?"

"I still want to thank you for caring for my daughters while I was away."

"Optimus that was 2 months ago. You don't have to keep thanking me. One thanks was enough."

"I know Elita but you have changed them. You changed Nova. She is more pleasant to be around now. You're a miracle worker."

"I wouldn't say that dear." Optimus stopped and placed a servo on her shoulder.

"Elita you have helped me in so many ways. I am still so glad that you are still alive. That your spark is still beating next to mine. I thought you were dead for so long. I had thought Megatron has killed you when he destroyed Praxus."

"I know. I'm glad to be alive. I never thought I'd see you again." Optimus bent down and pressed a short kiss to Elita lips. She kissed back gently.

"Let's get you to the med-bay." Elita pulled the blue and red mech to the med-bay.

-Once there-

"Ratchet!" called the pink femme. He looked up from a datapad.

"What is it Elita?" Elita pulled Optimus in the med-bay behind her.

"Optimus is purging his tanks."

"I thought you had stopped Optimus."

"I did but it had come back," the Prime said quietly.

"Let me scan you." Ratchet grabbed a scanner and walked over to Prime. The medic ran the scanner over him.

"By the All Spark."

"What's wrong?" asked both leaders.

"Optimus you're sparked."

"I'm...what?" He blinked in surprise.

"You're sparked. Open up, let me see." Optimus let his spark chamber open reveling his bright blue spark. Ratchet pushed away a few stray wires and looked at the wild energy nestled close to Optimus' own spark.

"No more than a few days old. It's still a wild ball of energy." The medic looked back up at Optimus before closing his spark chamber and walking to his energon storage.

"Have you bonded or interfaced with anyone Optimus?"

"No."

"Not with her?" He pointed to Elita.

"Ratchet!" they both said.

"What? You two have a history."

"That was eons ago. We were teenagers Ratchet," said Optimus. Elita nudged his arm.

"And I would be the carrier," said Elita

"Not necessarily. Optimus is a carrier as well." Ratchet put two energon cubes in Optimus' servos.

"Watch over him Elita. Make sure he drinks both those cubes." She nodded.

-Later-

Optimus laid on his berth with a data pad in his servo, Elita beside him on the left, Nova on his right, and Luna on his chest. Nova was dozing off, Luna was making a rhythm by tapping on Optimus's armor and windshields, and Elita was recharging. He smiled down at her.

"Having fun Luna?" She nodded and looked up at him.

"Yeah!" She rolled onto her back and looked up at Optimus. He chuckled. She reached up and kissed his cheek. Optimus held her close and pressed his forehead to hers. Their helm crests touched and Luna giggled.

"I love you mama."

"I love you too Luna."