Blades suddenly found himself pulled from the safety of familiar arms, into ones he did not know. The soothing beat he had heard just moments ago, was replaced with an unfamiliar rhythm that was not the slightest bit comforting to the orange and white infant. Blades decided he didn't like it here. He wanted to go back. Back where it was soothing and familiar, not here, where it was harsh and unpredictable.
It all happened so fast, no one had time to think. Blades started wailing, causing Optimus to stumble back in surprise and knock into Ratchet. The two bots tumbled to the ground, but Blades wasn't in Optimus' servos anymore. The infant was sent flying and was going to hit the ground. Hard. "BLADES!"
A yellow and black blur shot off the couch, rushing towards the Sparkling at top speed. The infant Autobot squeaked in terror at the fast approaching concrete. With a great leap, Bumblebee caught the baby bot, gently landing on the floor.
Now the pair was on the couch once again. Blades shook with terror, choked sobs escaping him from time to time. He had a grip on the metal plating over one of Bumblebee's shoulder tires, fearing he'd be taken from his safe haven once more. Bumblebee held him close and shot a questioning look to Prime.
"THAT'S your idea of parenting?" Optimus was silent. Sari made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. "Come on, just let Bee take care of the kid!" "He's not ready for that kind of responsibly yet!" Ratchet argued.
"Um, guys?" Everyone looked to Bulkhead, minus Bumblebee, who was still comforting the distressed infant. "Well, it seemed that Blades doesn't like being taken from Bumblebee to much, and he kinda freaks out when he is." "Your point?" Ratchet asked impatiently. "My point is, that Blades has become very attached to Bumblebee, and vice versa."
Everyone looked to the pair in question. Bumblebee held Blades close, the Sparkling having calmed down somewhat. He now rested his head against the yellow mech's chest, feeling the familiar rhythm pulse warmly beneath the metal plating. A string of squeaks and clicks came from the infant, which only made sense to Blades himself. "I guess, we can let him try, at least." Optimus muttered. Bumblebee grinned so wide, it looked like his face plates would crack.
Blades' engines grumbled, alerting everyone they were empty. Bumblebee stood up. "If you'll excuse me," He ran out of the room. "Hey, wait for me!" Sari called, running after her Autobot friend. Optimus stared after them. "I'm going to end up regreting this."