//How do I get through one night without you? If I had to live without you what kind of life would that be? Oh I, I need you in my arms need you to hold. You're my world, my heart, my soul. If you ever leave, Baby you would take away everything good in my life.\\
//Without you there'd be no sun in my sky. There would be no love in my life. There'd be no world left for me. And I, Baby I don't know what I would do. I'd be lost if I lost you. If you ever leave, Baby you would take away everything real in my life.\\
//And tell me now. How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe without you? If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive? How do I…How do I…O how do I live?\\
//If you ever leave. Baby you would take away everything. Need you with me. Baby cause you know that you're everything good in my life.\\
//And tell me now. How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe without you? If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive? How do I…How do I…O how do I live?\\
How Do I Live, Trisha Yearwood
Quick comment about the song: I'm not sure if there's a better song that describes Optimus' love for Elita. Don't fret, I do have the perfect song already lined up for Kacey and Bee when the time comes.
I had originally planned for this chapter to be an entire day from morning to recharge time at night. Then it started getting too long so I was going to make two chapters all from Optimus' POV. Instead, this chapter is all Optimus and only covers the morning part of the day. Chapter 7 is a continuation of this chapter but from multiple POVs.
I can tell you, my muse really took off with this one and I just let her. It was a lot of fun to write and should be just as much fun to read. I'm hurrying to get the second part out as quick as this one. It might be difficult with the Holidays coming up next week but I'll try.
Special thanks: To all the readers. Thank you for your votes on the polls, reviews, favorites, or story alerts. I especially thank those of you who have been with Kacey since the beginning. Thank you!
Author's notes: '…' denotes bond talk, "…" denotes normal talk, italics denote comlink talk
Warnings: Fun and Fluff. Mature talking between Optimus and his children. They're no longer younglings. Be prepared! This is another long aft chapter!
Optimus
I emerged from recharge to see the shapely figure of my sparkmate in the darkness lying before me. Smiling, I reached out with my hand and intimately explored the rise of her shoulder down her slender arm, over the curve of her hip, then over the slope of her lovely thigh. My fingers craved the feel of the warm, soft metal protoform skin as they continually stroked her.
Encouraged that she hadn't woken from recharge, I slid closer, cupping her form with mine, moving up on one elbow so that I may gaze down upon her face. My spark fluttered as it always did when I was captivated by her beauty.
Primus, I know it's possible to love a femme too much because I do love Elita more than anything. I love her with my entire spark, body, and more. She's the only cure for this affliction of love that has a powerful hold on me.
And I know she returns this love with equal passion, with equal intensity. I see it when her optics are ablaze with burning desire. I hear in her sultry voice whenever she speaks my name. I feel it within every fiber of my being when we spark merge.
She was my everything. My world would literally be lost without her.
"I love you, Elita," I whispered, kissing her shoulder, sliding my hand over her belly. I could feel the heat radiating from where they little spark rested safely within the womb. I was filled with such a sense of pride that this was my femme and that she was carrying my child. "Primus, I love you so much."
"Don't touch me," she hissed, taking my hand and tossing it aside.
I smiled, nuzzling her neck with my nose. I was rewarded for it with a sharp elbow to my stomach.
"Ow!"
"I warned you not to touch me!" she growled, scooting away from me. "It's fragging hot in here and you're smothering me."
I opened my mouth to tell her all I did was kiss her and touch her but then thought better of it. It was quite clear that she was going to be in one of those moods this morning.
"And don't you even think about it!"
I blinked my optics, asking her, "Think about what?"
"Don't play coy with me pit brain! You were groping me and I could feel the heat radiating from your interface systems! We not interfacing again…ever!"
I flopped on my back rolling my optics. Oh yeah, it was definitely going to be one of those mornings. As if to confirm my conclusion, a menacing femme growl sounded signaling it was time to make a hasty retreat. So I quickly got up allowing my armor to slide into place. But I wasn't going to leave without telling her I loved her.
"My dearest Elita," I smiled, kneeling before her, being careful to not touch her but getting as close as I can. "You are so beautiful. Even more lovely when you're with spark. I love you."
"Kiss aft," she snorted but then smiled, caressing my face. "Sorry. I didn't get much rest. Your tiny spark of a daughter was being rather rambunctious and I couldn't settle down. I think we got her all riled up during that rather passionate interface session."
"Why is it they're always my children when something bad happens to you? We created them together. They're your children as well."
"It's just the way it is," she said as a matter of fact. "When they're well behaved they're mine. When they act like pit spawns they're yours."
"Silly femme."
"Why don't you get your silly femme some energon before you start your day," she purred, affectionately poking my nose plating with her fingertip.
"Ok, love," I smiled, snatching her hand and kissing her palm.
"Oh and don't forget we have an appointment with Ratchet at nine this morning!" she shouted as I moved across the room to get her some energon. "Or that we're taking over our sparklings to the new base for their surprises this afternoon."
"Elita, don't worry. I've got it all right here," I grinned, tapping my temple.
"That's what has me worried. I'll send Roller to remind you when it's time."
I refrained from sighing. This is just another one of the things I've had to put up with during Elita's pregnancy. A couple of times I've actually caught myself thinking that I must have been crazy to suggest we have another sparkling. I'm not sure how much more of this I can endure!
But then there are other times when I know it's all worth it. Like when I felt the new little spark reach back to me for the first time. Or when I see this happy, dreamy look on Elita's face when she affectionately caresses her stomach – when she thinks I'm not looking of course. Even when my four loving children talk excitedly about how they can't wait for their little sister to be born – although some of their suggestions for names have been questionable.
It's one of those cases where the good out weighs the bad. Right?
"Optimus! I'm talking to you!"
"What? Oh, sorry," I cringed, handing her the cup of energon. "I was just lost in thought. You know, thinking about the sparkling."
"Hmm, and that's why I'm sending Roller to collect you for our appointment with Ratchet. You have a tendency to get too busy being Prime and forget about you bondmate!"
I sighed, caressing her face, "Elita, you know I could never forget about you. I love you more than life itself. You've given me four beautiful sparklings. You were willing to endure the pregnancy of another one when I asked you. I'm eternally in your debt for loving me enough to do this…for me…for us. There is no life for me without you or our sparklings."
"I'm sorry," she choked out, bursting into tears.
With the experience of enduring two full term pregnancies I rolled with it and just held my love close as she wept her tears. There was nothing else I could do. Elita when with spark was a storm that needed to be weathered. And as her mech, I needed to be her rock, her comforter, the shoulder to cry one or the training drone to beat the slag out of. Although, the most damage she ever did was put a scorch mark my crotch plate for calling her beautiful which she misinterpreted as me putting the moves on her.
"You should go," she sniffled, pushing away from my chest.
"And you should rest," I smiled. "Do you need some more energon or a blanket?"
"A blanket," she whimpered, curling up.
I refilled her cup anyways and set in on the table beside our bed. Then I carefully covered her up.
"I love you," I murmured, kissing her audio receptor.
"I love you too," she yawned and was in recharge a moment later.
I let out a huge but quiet sigh of relief then quickly made my way out of our room. The moment the door shut behind me I heard a loud metallic clanking sound coming from my sons' room down the hall. Curious, I headed that way to investigate.
As usual their door was wide open. I'm not sure but for some reason my mechs seem to have no modesty. Especially Leo. Orion at least has manners. Or so I thought as I stood in the doorway taking in the sight before me.
"For frag's sake, you hit like a femme!" Leo said, punching Orion squarely in the chest.
"Ow!"
"See, put you body into it. Now try again."
Determined, Orion balled up his fist and threw it down at Leo's face. Leo ducked and laughed at his brother, sticking his tongue out. Orion, definitely being not only my son but Elita's as well, retaliated with a swift kick that sent Leo crashing into the wall.
"Who's laughing now, smart aft?" Orion smiled as Leo landed on his bed.
"You do know your mother is trying to recharge, don't you?" I asked, making my presence known. "The sparring room would be a better venue for training exercise or for goofing around."
"We're not goofing around," Leo remarked, getting to his feet. "Orion asked for some lessons in how to kick a mech's aft if they treat Kacey badly."
"Retaliating with violence is no way to solve such problems. You will only succeed in further upsetting Kacey. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes father," the both replied in unison.
"Then how do you control your anger during such situations, father?" Leo asked, looking up at me expectantly.
"It is not easy when the rage consumes my spark whenever one of you is being threatened. I've been lucky to have others around me to hold me down. Your first instinct is to eliminate the threat no matter what, even if that threat isn't there. That is what you must endure and control. It could last a moment or minutes or even longer."
"Once it passes, reason takes command of your will. One of two things will happen depending on the situation. One you will be drained of energy or two, you'll be ready to fight. If you're to fight, all your senses are heightened. You're ready to strike with precision and control. However, this takes hundreds of years to master. I've not had a family for very long so I'm still learning."
"I couldn't control my anger when I attacked that fragger," Leo frowned, sagging his shoulders.
I moved forward, putting a hand on Leo's shoulder and then on Orion's.
"Please, do not tell you mother this or your sisters. But it warms my spark to know that you are willing to do what is necessary to protect them. All I ask is that you think before you act. Can you remember that?"
The both nodded and I pulled them into an embrace.
"I'm proud of you my sons and I love you," I smiled at them. Then I couldn't resist kissing them on the head.
"Yuck! Dad!" Leo protested wiping where I kissed him. "Not cool!"
"We're in the privacy of our quarters, deal with it," I smirked. "Just be thankful I don't kiss you in public. Now, Orion, if you are truly serious about learning how to fight then I suggest you see Magnus. He will teach you properly. Although, I see you have good leg strength, like your mother. She was always good at giving a swift and accurate kick."
"Was that to you or a 'Con?" Orion asked, smiling.
"Both. On different occasions of course," I snorted making them laugh. "Leo, it's your turn to keep after your mother today. Beware, it's going to be one of those days."
"Oh, no," he deep voice trembled.
"Oh, no indeed. Just be sure to warn me this time when she's coming my way. Last time Prowl and I were dodging gun fire in the command center."
"Oops. Sorry, my bad," Leo said and I could not help but be reminded of myself when I looked at him.
Or even Orion. They both stood there with such confidence about themselves. And they both stood a little bit taller than before now that they had their armor. If Elita were here at this very moment she would agree with me that our sons have grown up to be handsome mechs.
"Ah, you ok dad?" Leo asked. "You kind of got this dreamy grin on your face."
"I was just thinking how lucky you both are right now," I smiled. "On the cusp of maturity, interface systems online, rather appealing to the optics for many femmes no doubt."
"Father," Orion blushed, looking embarrassed.
"I mean it. You are both at a unique age. Your first kiss, your first interface, your first love. Those do not happen again during you life time."
"Well, I'm far too busy to be concerned with femmes."
"Speak for yourself, geek. I'm going to be a cyber-wolf like Sunny, only better."
I gave Leo a disapproving look for his comment. I may have been dubbed a femme magnet but I was never a cyber-wolf.
"I thought I taught you better than that," I frowned.
"Father, have the confidence that you have instilled some sense of civility in us with regards to femmes," Orion smiled.
"I was only joking," Leo added. "Sunny is more interested in getting me a femme to interface with than I am. I'm waiting for it to happen, when it happens."
"Which will be never," Orion teased. "Do femmes come in your size, Leo?"
"Fragger!" Leo snarled charging at his brother. "You're a geek in love with your datapads. You wouldn't know what love was if it bit you in the aft!"
"Break it up. Both of you," I spoke firmly. "Orion, stop teasing your brother like that. You know he can kick you aft despite his size. Besides, both of you should know that you never can tell when love is going to capture your spark. Look at your mother and I, falling in love was the furthest thing from my mind. Then bam! I smacked into it head on."
"Literally!" Leo said making us all laugh.
Yes, of course my sons knew the story of how Elita and I met. All my children knew. Frag, they even knew the twisted version Ratchet and Ironhide made up!
"Just remember, don't look too hard for love," I told them. "It will happen when you least expect it."
"Don't worry father," Orion offered. "It will be some time before you have to worry about Leo or myself bonding."
"Yeah, then it's just a question of who's gonna make you a grandpa first," Leo giggled. "We've got bets going. I'm betting on Ariel and Galen. Kacey's betting on me saying I've hung around Sunny too much and now that my interface systems are online they'll be as over active as his! Something about me being too much like you, dad."
"Mom bet that it would be me," Orion grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm not sure why."
"Because out of all four of us, you're the best behave and would be the one most likely to settle down with a femme first," Leo countered. "Or so she thinks."
"Ariel bet on me too!"
"So how much is the bet?" I asked.
"A hundred," Orion answered.
"Count me in…all mine on Kacey," I smiled proudly.
"Dad, her interface systems aren't even online," Leo said.
"It's all part of Primus plan. Now, remember this afternoon, four o'clock sharp in the shuttle bay."
"We'll remember."
"And oh…"
"We know father…" Orion started.
"…stay out of trouble!" they both said together.
"Afts," I chuckled shaking my head.
With that I headed to Kacey's room only to find her recharge bed empty. Typical. The femme gets up before me most mornings. With my first born daughter gone I moved down the hall and rang the door chime for my other daughter.
Ariel, my angel and she did look a lot like an angel with her all white armor. I was rather relieved when she picked a ground vehicle for her alt mode. But then again, even though she has the ability to fly she doesn't like to. So there was nothing for me to really worry about. Yet because she is my child I worry none the less.
"Morning father!" she said brightly once she opened the door, too brightly. Did she honestly think I had no clue what was going on between her and Galen or that I didn't notice how she was standing in the doorway as if to block me from entering her room?
I sighed, stepping back, "Please, Galen I will ask you to leave immediately so that I may talk with my daughter."
"Fathe…"
I raised my hand for her to be quiet.
"Galen, do not make me order you to leave."
A split second later a terrified Galen came into view. For the first time Ariel's confidence faltered and she looked as scared and nervous as he did. I chuckled within. Good for them to be afraid. It means I still have some control.
"Go I will talk with your father later," I growled, my optics blazing as I glared at the young mech.
Galen stumbled, walking backwards. His optics darted back and forth from me to Ariel then back to me. I flexed my right hand and he bolted, scared, running down the hallway as fast as he could.
Once he was gone I turned to Ariel. She stood there biting her bottom lip, looking very much like her mother when I was mad at her, a rare occasion of course. There were subtle differences around her optics and mouth but she was definitely very much like Elita, in most ways.
"Sit down, Ariel," I requested, softening my tone.
"Are you going to hurt him?" she nervously asked as I sat beside her on the bed.
"Is there a reason for me to?"
She shook her head almost in tears. I smiled, sitting beside her, wrapping one arm around her slightly trembling shoulders.
"Ariel my child, I've carefully observed you and Galen from the time you were sparklings. The mech is smitten with you and would do anything you ask of him."
"Not anything," she inserted.
"My dear, I am your father. You're so much like your mother and have a very dominating personality. You've had one ever since you were a sparkling. Orion always acted tough to protect you but I saw how much you were the one protecting him, even telling him what to do. He did so because he was your brother and he loves you. I just hope that you are not taking advantage of Galen."
"I would never! I love him! And he loves me!" she shouted desperately in a panic.
"Has he said this to you?"
"Of course," she replied firmly.
"Has he made his full intentions to you?"
"We talk about our future together all the time. When we should bond. How many sparklings we want."
"Am I included in this future?"
Ariel looked at me for a long moment before turning away, tears rolling down her cheeks. I didn't hesitate to take her into my arms, kissing the top of her head.
"You need not be afraid of me," I smiled warmly, taking her face into my hands. "You are my daughter. I love you so very much. I give you my word that I will not harm Galen. I may however turn his father into a trash compacter but I will not harm the mech you hold so dearly to your spark."
"Thank you, father!" she wept, clinging to me. "Thank you so much!"
That look made my spark twitter with contentment. I don't think I've ever seen Ariel so happy before.
"So you can tell Kacey to stop using your brothers or herself to keep me from discovering that you and Galen are interfacing like mechano-bunnies."
"You knew about that?" she asked, biting her lip again.
"I'm your father. I'm supposed to know these things. Plus, I'd prefer that if you both are going to be interfacing that you don't have to find hiding spots to do it. Last thing anyone expects to see in a supply cabinet is two horning mechanism interfacing in strange positions."
"You…didn't…" she gasped, covering her mouth.
"Let's just say it was a rather shocking and optic open revelation," I replied smoothly.
Ariel looked up at me with a puzzled expression then asked, "That was several months ago. You've known all this time and have given no indication of it!"
"I was hoping that by giving you and Galen your space that you'd eventually come to me. But it was getting ridiculous the way Kacey, and even Ratchet, kept covering up for you two that I finally had to say something."
My internal communicator suddenly pinged then Prowl's voice sounded.
"Optimus, I think there's something you need to see in your office."
"I'll be there momentarily. Prime out."
"Father?" she questioned when I sighed heavily.
"Nothing. I think I need to have a talk with Kacey about using my office again is all," I said, getting to my feet. I leaned down and kissed Ariel on the top of her head. "I will see you later this afternoon my daughter."
"Father, since you now know, can Galen come with us?"
"Of course. Now get some recharge," I smiled and once again she was giddy with happiness. "I only ask one thing…well two things of you. First and foremost, be happy. That is all a father ever wants of his children. And second, don't tell Galen just yet. I'm sure he's run to his parents. I want the chance to terrorize Ratchet."
"Ok, father," she giggled, hugging me again.
With that I finally left, stopping briefly to peek in on Elita. She had thrown the blanket off and was lying in a rather undignified position. Rather than wake her and risk Armageddon, I left quietly and quickly.
Out in the halls, the base was already a frenzy of activity so early in the morning as the time for moving to our new base was now mere days away. My processor kept going over the long list of things that still needed to be finished before the big move. I continually prayed to Primus each night that it was all going to work out.
"Hey boss, how's it hanging?"
"Luckily, in one piece so far, Jazz," I smiled as the silver mech joined me.
"Oh, Elita having those fluctuating mood swings from one astrosecond to the next?"
"Yes. So everyone had better be careful during this morning's meeting."
"I'll be sure to give them the heads up," Jazz grinned and then turned serious. "Listen Optimus I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."
"Sure."
"You know next month is Prowl and mine's bonding anniversary. I was…well, we never had a proper ceremony or any ceremony actually. I know tradition is very important to Prowl. I was hoping that you'd do the honors. In the old traditions Primes used to perform the ceremony and give their blessing to the couple."
"It would be my honor."
"Thanks!" he exclaimed. "Primus! I can't wait to tell Prowler!"
"You should propose to him," I suggested and I honestly didn't think Jazz's smile could have gotten any bigger.
"That's a great idea! Dang, I should have thought of it. Thanks Optimus! Gotta go!"
And like that he was gone racing down the hallway to do Primus knows what with that imagination of his. Shaking my head, I continued on my way.
I had to admit that a bonding ceremony sounded appealing and would be good for the moral of the entire base as the Axalon compliment will be settled down on Earth by then. I'll have to talk to Jazz and Prowl about it later about it since it is their ceremony.
"So, how's training going?" I asked to get Prowl's attention as he was intently focused on the datapad in his hand while standing before my office door.
"Kacey keeps me on my toes and Nitro smashes my toes," he replied evenly. "Other than that we're starting to learn to fight as a cohesive unit. We will have plenty of time to get it down as I haven't scheduled us for patrol until after next month."
"Right, it's your bonding anniversary with Jazz," I commented barely cracking a smirk.
Of course Prowl noticed.
"Please tell me Jazz hasn't planned some huge extravagant party to celebrate it," he groaned. "I told him no parties. Just an exchange of gifts would suffice."
"Well, I have no idea about a party but I do know you'll enjoy your gift. May I ask what you're doing for Jazz?"
"You may but I don't know yet," he frowned, his doorwings drooped slightly. "Kacey told me she's got an idea that she's working on but won't tell me yet."
I chuckled at him.
"What?"
"I do hope you know what you've gotten yourself into my friend."
"Optimus, I've known Kacey a long time. She was the perfect mechanism to assist me since I couldn't ask Jazz for his assistance on my gift for him. I just need to keep an open processor with Kacey like I do with Jazz. As you need to do now."
Prowl moved forward and opened the door to my office. There was Kacey recharging with her head on my desk and several datapads scattered about before her. One was actually being used like a pillow.
"Some times I think she takes her responsibility as the next Prime too much," I commented.
"On the contrary, I wouldn't expect anything less from her," he countered. "She's just like you Optimus. You can't change that."
"What? Oh!" Kacey yelped jerking up right in my chair. Her bright blue optics widened at the sight of Prowl and I in the doorway. "Slag! Sorry, dad!"
"I'll leave you two alone," Prowl smiled before walking way.
I stepped inside my office and closed the door, watching as Kacey stacked the datapads neatly on my desk. By the way she was making sure they were in a particular order I knew she'd been looking at the information about the Axalon.
"I'm almost done, father."
"Kacey sit down. Please."
My daughter looked up at me, uncertain.
"Just sit down, in my chair is fine," I smiled. She did so, sitting rigidly, resting her hands on her lap. "May I ask what you were doing?"
"I was trying to prepare myself for the Axalon's arrival. I felt it important to know the civilians' names, their professions. I…I even hacked your computer to look up the military personnel so I could familiarize myself with the officers and soldiers but I couldn't' find the list."
"Why?" I asked, even though a part of me knew the answer.
"I am the first born of a Prime, your daughter, the possible future Prime. I would not dishonor you by being idle and ignorant of things I know you believe are important. I know you've read the ship's passenger list and can probably recite them all. I…"
I raised my hand silencing her.
"Yes, you are my daughter and the future Prime. But you are also just Kaceystar, a young femme finding her way in life, making your own path. You're too young to burden yourself with so much responsibility."
"You were even younger when you became Prime. And you weren't prepared," she was quick to point out. "I refuse to be ill prepared to lead these people. I wont just be leading the Autobots, father. With the Axalon coming, I could potentially be leading Cybertronians if I'm Prime. And I'm telling you, I'm not ready."
"Not ready or not worthy?" I countered.
Kacey looked down at her hands in her lap. There it was the truth of the matter. Like me when I was growing up, Kacey has always questioned her worthiness as an Autobot, as our future Prime. I believe now she is at an age of understanding where I can tell her what Sentinel told me.
I was far too young and didn't understand what Sentinel was talking about. Not until he was dead and gone. Kacey will not experience that. Not for a long time if I had anything to do with it.
"You have all the confidence in the world in your abilities as a wrecker," I began. "You've earned the respect of every Autobot on this base and have made a reputation for yourself as a formidable femme warrior. I'm proud of you as an Autobot and as my daughter. Yet, you still doubt your abilities to lead this army because you feel unworthy not because you feel ill prepared."
"Kacey, I can tell you this from experience and from what Sentinel once told me. You will never feel worthy enough to take the mantle of Prime. No mechanism ever is. I freely admit that am not perfect and that I've made mistakes. The Primes before me were not perfect either."
"You are going to make mistakes too. You will learn to live with them because to be Prime means that you are more than just yourself. You are following in the footstep of every Prime before you all the way up to the first thirteen that Primus himself blessed."
Kacey's mouth dropped and she shrank in her seat. Obviously, she didn't think of that part! I know I didn't until Sentinel told me.
"It is a humbling experience," I chuckled. "But to be called Prime is also a tremendous honor. And I know you are already an honorable mechanism. You do more good for those around you than you realize. You will continue to do so when the Axalon arrives. And if that day comes when you are made Prime I know you will carry it with the same dignity and honor as I have. Actually, probably better than I have."
I smiled as she straightened up in her seat, doorwings rising proudly.
"Of course, I'm going to be Prime for a long time to come. So I want you to focus on living. Enjoy what life has to offer you. Be with your friends. Make news ones. Maybe even settling down with a…" (cough) "…a mech."
"Careful dad, don't want you crashing there," Kacey joked but then turned serious, even sounding a bit hurt. "Besides you've nothing to worry about with my interface systems not online. So I won't be mech hunting. Plus there's the whole daughter of Prime and future Prime tag on me that makes me somewhat inaccessible."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because…" she started and then sighed and her doorwings dropped behind her back. "Because it's been a year since I reached the age of consent and no mech has approached me to ask me out on a date. And no, Rox doesn't count!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
"Thanks for mocking me, dad," she huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled, trying to control myself. "You need to stop watching those chick flicks or reading those romance novels you and your mother love so much. It doesn't work that way for our kind and no one's really used the age of consent since…well before I was sparked. Don't be so eager to experience some things. Don't force the issue. Let them happen and you'll enjoy the experience that much better."
"If you say so," she grimaced, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I immediately noticed the rise in body temperature.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think I'm coming down with a system upset or something. I just feel uncomfortably hot and can't seem to cool down. It's been happening sporadically all night. Partly why I couldn't recharge and came to your office to work. I promise to go see Ratchet if it takes a turn for the worse."
"Good. What was the other part?" I nervously asked.
"You and mom of course, interfacing like mechano-bunnies. I'm glad I can't hear it! Honestly dad, she's pregnant."
"She started it!" I shouted, defending myself. "Your mother can be rather…aggressive when she wants to be."
"Pfft! And like you are so docile you're gonna let her get away with it. I heard you growling at her the other day."
"That's a reflex. She was provoking me. And just wait until you're pregnant and those urges take control. Then you can comment on my interface drive when your mother's pregnant. There's a whole other side of your mother you have not seen, thank Primus!"
"Ok, whatever," she smirked.
"Anyways," I said, moving over to Elita's desk and picking up a datapad I made for her. "Here, since I know I cannot stop you."
"What is it?"
"The list of officers and Autobots aboard the Axalon along with their bios. I want you to get to know them. Pay close attention to one name in particular, Jetfire. He's my cousin and he's a flyer."
"Sweet!"
"Also, familiarize yourself with the younger mechs and femmes near your age. You will be helping them to assimilate Earth's cultures. Now, stop grinning and get out of here. I need to take care of a few things before my meeting with the officers."
"Yes, father! Thanks! I love you!" she grinned, clutching the datapad while hugging me.
"Go!" I chuckled. "And beware it's going to be one of those days for your mother!"
"Ah, so avoid her at all costs and hope she's in a good mood if you do run into her."
"Precisely."
"Great. Good luck dad! See you later if you live!" she giggled then hurried out the door.
Now that my family had been taken care of it was time to be Prime. Only I noticed I was missing Prowl's reports. Realizing he probably didn't want to wake Kacey, he didn't put them on my desk as usual. So I headed down the hall to his office with the intention of collecting them. But when I reached the open door I came to a halt and stood as quiet as possible, smiling.
"How…"
"I had Sunstreaker make it," Jazz smiled as Prowl marveled at the glass sculpture of a unique crystal flower that only bloomed in one city on Cybertron. Prowl's home city of Praxus. So much was lost the day it was destroyed. So much that was important to Prowl and Jazz knew that. "It was meant to be a gift for you on our anniversary. Only I felt like I needed to do more. You deserved more."
"Jazz, this would have been sufficient. It's beautiful. I will cherish it," the mech said, his optics roaming appreciatively over the piece of art.
"It was something I should have done a long, long time ago. It is my bonding gift to you for you are what I cherish most of all," Jazz spoke softly, taking Prowl's hand into his own. Then he kneeled on the ground and I couldn't help but chuckle softly when Prowl's doorwings started trembling. "Prowl, my spark is incomplete without you. I love you more than anything. I've devoted my entire existence to being there for you, with you, in any capacity imaginable just as you always have for me. Prowl, my beloved, will you renew your bond with me in the traditional ritual ceremony?"
The mech was floored as he gazed down at his lover. Jazz knowingly gave Prowl a few moments to collect himself. No doubt he could feel a swirl of emotions over their bond.
"You would really do that, for me?" Prowl questioned, his voice wavering slightly.
"Yes," Jazz smiled, glancing my way for a brief moment. "I've even talked Optimus into performing the ceremony for us, like the old ways."
"He speaks the truth. I gave him my word," I smiled.
Prowl looked at me then back to Jazz.
"Then I accept," Prowl smiled fondly and was suddenly enveloped in a hug and kiss by Jazz that nearly knocked him out of his chair.
Deciding to give them their privacy, I closed the door and locked it, then headed back to my office. The reports could wait. I didn't really want to do them anyways.
I smiled. It was one of those mornings where everything was going my way. Even when I saw my CMO rushing towards me with a terrified look on his face plates as I reached my office door. I decided to play along. It was a rare occasion when Ratchet was terrified of me!
"My office now!"
"Optimus, I can explain," he quickly said, darting into my office, making sure to stay beyond my arm's length.
"Explain what?!" I snapped, suppressing a laugh when he trembled before me. Primus, this was fun! "Explain that your son has been taking advantage of Ariel, interfacing with her in my own family's quarters?"
Ratchet visibly cringed, sitting down in the chair before my desk.
"You know about that?"
"Of course I know!" I bellowed, pounding my fist on my desk for effect. It worked, making him jump in his seat. "And now that it's out in the open…" I purposely took a long pause to sit down as he sat there and fidgeted nervously. "…I think we should ask them if they would want shared quarters instead of their own separate quarters."
My CMO froze. Then he blinked his optics a few times.
"What?"
"You heard me. Do you think they're responsible enough to have shared quarters?" I asked, smiling.
My sensors clearly detected the sharp rise in Ratchet's internal body temperature.
"You fragger! You had me scared out of my processor that you were going to dismantle my son!" he yelled, pointing at me.
"Of course," I replied calmly, leaning back in my chair, smiling smugly. "I've known about Galen and Ariel interfacing for some time now. I used to be that age too in case you've forgotten. I know what mechs think. I was just hoping that they'd come to me on their own. When that didn't happen I decided to confront Ariel about it."
"So you're ok with them?"
"Ratchet, I've been watching your son chase Ariel around from the time he could crawl. Elita told me it was just a sparkling thing and that they'd outgrow it. When they were teenagers I had to accept it that they were never going to outgrow it. But when I saw the joy in my daughter's face this morning when I gave her my blessing, I knew they truly were meant for each other. It's not my place to stand in the way of their happiness. It never was. So yes, I'm ok with them. However, if Galen pulls a stupid boltless move and breaks my Ariel's spark I will be seeking retribution."
"He won't, I promise you that," he smiled proudly.
"Now, if only it were going to be that simple with Kacey I'd be a very happy father. Have you any reasons why her interface systems haven't come online?"
"None," Ratchet frowned. "Trion and I went over the surgery we performed on Kacey to take her transformation systems offline over and over again. Her interface systems would not have been affected because they were never online to begin with."
"But her growth rate was affected by the side affects. Could that have something to do with it?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. There's no way of knowing for certain," he said, then chuckled. "You know, she actually asked me if I could jump start them."
"I wouldn't blame her. All her friends are doing things she wants to experience. I don't have to imagine her frustration. I feel it over our bond even though she tries to keep her feelings to herself. When the feelings are rather strong and potent, they trickle over our bond regardless."
"So you're not the least bit overjoyed that Kacey isn't getting groped by mechs or interfacing in storage closets?"
"Ratchet, I just want my children to be happy," I replied honestly. "Right now, Kacey's not entirely happy. I admit, I actually thought mechs would have approached her and that I'd have to threaten them if they break her spark or mistreat her."
Ratchet chuckled, "And the glares, the growls, the fact that you have your cannon on your back when mechs dare to even look at your daughter in a lustful way…that's you wishing she was happy?"
I narrowed my optics at him.
"Don't worry," he smiled. "I have a daughter too. I'm terrified for Kayla! Moonracer tells me I'm being overprotective but…"
"She's you're little femme," I finished and he nodded.
"Thank Primus Ironhide and Chromia don't have a femme. Can you imagine the shape of the base?"
"Hmm, yes, blast holes everywhere," I snorted, rising to my feet.
"Blast holes everywhere? Not talking about me are you?" Ironhide asked, poking his head in my office.
"Don't you ever knock?" Ratchet grumbled, getting to his feet.
"I saw you running thought Elita might have finally gone to far and damaged Optimus," he smirked.
"Don't joke. Elita's still pregnant so it may still happen," I said as we went out into the hallway and headed for the briefing room.
"Don't worry. She loves your interface equipment too much to offline you," Ironhide smiled smugly. "Here, check this out. I found this in Nitro's room this morning."
I scanned it. It was a list of mechs.
"So," I commented, handing it back. "He's studying up."
"You don't get it," Ironhide smirked. "He's making a list of possible mechs for Kacey to date."
"Let me see that," Ratchet said, grabbing the list out of Ironhide's hand. "Hot Rod - age 36, rebellious, adventurous type. Blurr - fastest mech in ground vehicle mode. Blaster - loves music and dancing, Jazz's cousin. Marshall - highly intelligent and nice, experienced, maybe too old!"
I snatched the list back and looked closer. Without realizing it my fingers started tightening around the datapad. A low growl sounded in my throat.
'Optimus, everything ok?' Elita's voice suddenly sounded over our bond. 'You're angry.'
I relaxed in an instant, shoving the damn datapad back at Ironhide. The big mech laughed at me so I stormed ahead.
'I'm fine. Just read something…disconcerting is all. I'll see you at the briefing.'
'Already there, waiting for you.'
I looked up to see my second in command waiting for me.
"Prowl."
"Here are the latest figures from Grapple and Hoist," he replied, handing me the datapad I was looking for earlier. "They're ahead of schedule."
"Excellent! Finally we caught a break," I smiled, checking over the numbers and dates for Autobot City.
"Perhaps," Prowl replied in a tone I didn't like because it usually meant bad news. The mech didn't disappoint me either. "Magnus and Wheeljack are going to be a few minutes late for the meeting. Wheeljack's computer was hacked."
"Decepticons?" Ironhide asked.
"They are determining that now as well as what specific files were accessed," Prowl replied calmly.
"We'll start without them," I frowned as we reached the briefing room. That was all we needed. "Prowl…"
"I already had Grapple and Hoist take the necessary precautions. They have removed all schematics pertaining to Autobot City from their computers," Prowl replied. "And I've ordered all computers powered down and I've doubled security on the mainframe at Decagon Command Center."
"With Prowl as second in command who needs Prime?" Ironhide joked.
I wasn't laughing. I didn't want to think of the ramifications if the Decepticons got a hold of the schematics. The only thing lifting my spark at the moment was seeing Elita sitting in her familiar place to my right. Jazz was two seats over from her, leaving the vacant one between them for Prowl. Hound was beside Jazz intently focused on a datapad.
"Reading the message from Marshall again?" I asked, making my way to my seat at the head of the table.
"Yes. I almost can't believe that I'm going to see him at the end of next week," he smiled brightly.
"It's going to be a big day," Jazz smiled. "Kacey's birthday and the arrival of the Axalon."
"Oh slag," I muttered, dropping heavily into my chair. "Primus, I can't believe I forgot!"
"Kacey's not expecting anything," Bumblebee spoke up. "Whoa!"
"Move over runt," Ironhide growled, yanking the young mech up. "You don't get to sit at Prime's side unless you've earned it."
Bumblebee grumbled a few Cybertronian curses at Ironhide, making his way to his usual seat.
"What were you saying Bumblebee?" I asked.
"Kacey's not expecting anything. She knows the Axalon's arrival is more important than her Sparkday."
"Bumblebee, you've got a lot to learn about femmes," Ratchet said, relaxing in his seat between Ironhide and Bumblebee. "Femmes always expect something for their Sparkday even when they tell you they're not."
"Kacey's not like that, Ratchet," Bumblebee firmly reiterated. He would know too as Kacey's other best friend. Kacey tells Bumblebee things she's afraid to tell me. I must say I enjoyed watching their friendship grow stronger over the years. "She even told the twins and me to not do anything for her on her Sparkday and was willing to wait to celebrate it after things settle down."
"I'm inclined to side with Bee on this one," Jazz said, relaxing in his chair, smile on his lips. I noticed how his hand disappeared behind Prowl's back as the mech took his seat beside him. "Kacey's is expecting to be busy herself on day one with all the neutrals wanting to get a glimpse of her."
"Are you sure she's ready for that?" Elita asked me.
"Whether she is or not, these people have traveled a long way and are expecting to see her. I cannot deny them that. She will be at my side the entire time as the neutrals disembark," I reassured her. "I will formally introduce her to the Axalon officers the next day."
"Speaking of which, Bumblebee and I have everything ready," Ironhide spoke up. "We'll be working with Marshall and Kup on getting the Axalon Autobots settled into their assigned quarters."
"I made the list based on Kup and Marshall's recommendations," Prowl said. "So there should be not problems. If there is, they have 24 hours to find a new room and stick with it."
"I don't foresee any problems," I said, moving on to the next issue on the agenda. "Hound, how is the human contingent coming along?"
"The military and civilian personnel will be ready for transport within 12 hours after you give General Lennox the go ahead. In fact, Lennox is here and wondering if he could join you when you tour the base this afternoon."
"I'd be happy to," I smiled. "Tell Lennox I'll see him later. Ratchet, how are the new medical bays looking?"
"Pitiful," Ratchet huffed. "Red Alert and Sockets are working hard on getting the neutral medical bay up to par leaving me with two horny younglings more intent on feeling each other up then unpacking. But not worries, I'll have it all done in time."
"Thanks Ratchet, that was one image of my daughter I didn't need," I remarked then noticed the shocked looks on everyone faces, including Elita's. "Relax, despite what rumors you've heard, I'm not going to dismantle Galen. Ariel and I had a long talk this morning. I've given her my blessing."
"How long did you know?" Elita asked me.
"When my computer monitor shorted out a couple of months ago. I went to the storage room to get a new one. I saw more of your daughter than I ever wanted to."
"Well at least it wasn't Prowl and me!" Jazz chimed in much to my second in command's embarrassment.
"About that, thank Primus I wont ever have to hear you two interfacing through my office wall again!" I said, wiping that grin off Jazz's face and causing Prowl even more embarrassment! "Wheeljack had Grapple design all the officer's offices with sound proof walls and doors."
"Thank Primus indeed. Now we won't have to hear Optimus' roar echo into the command center when he overloads," Ironhide added.
"Sorry we're late!" Ultra Magnus exclaimed rushing in with Wheeljack right behind him. Thank Primus too! I didn't know what was going to transpire next as the meeting was getting out of hand!
"Report," I ordered, ignoring Ironhide's fiendish smirk. Fragger.
"My computer was hacked, by one of Soundwave's creations," Wheeljack said as Magnus plopped an offlined mechanism on the briefing table.
"It's a stealth probe," Magnus explained. "Little armor, so they can easily be destroyed with a single shot."
"They're designed to sneak in, link up with a terminal and then transmit the data," Wheeljack said.
"Hot Shot has a team doing a sensor sweeping of the base for more of them," Magnus continued. "They have to be hand sensors as our main sensors are not fine tuned enough to detect these stealth probes. They're using a rotating frequency shield so it makes it hard to lock on them. With your permission, after the meeting I'd like to do the same at Autobot City just in case."
"Granted. What did they get, Wheeljack?" I asked.
"I interfered with its up link by returning to my workshop sooner than expected," Wheeljack elaborated. "But I'm not sure how much of the schematics was copied and transmitted for the power core I designed for Autobot City."
"I could exam the probe's memory hard drive and see what I can come up with," Ratchet volunteered.
"Do it. Bumblebee, Ironhide when we're done here I want you to get volunteers to help do a sensor sweep of Autobot City with Magnus. I want every sector checked and checked quickly. Too much is at stake here for us to have any setbacks."
"Of course Optimus," Ironhide nodded.
"Yes, Sir," Bumblebee said.
"Wheeljack, make sure you've done a full inventory of your workshop," I ordered. "Nothing is to go missing during this move. I don't want the 'Cons getting their hands on any other sensitive material."
"Already taken care of," he smiled proudly. "Kacey did it all yesterday. Everything's been packed, categorized from dangerous to least dangerous and processed. It's ready for shipment. She even included her lab work projects."
"You haven't told her yet?" Elita asked Wheeljack with a smile.
"No. I thought it was your guy's place to show Kacey her own lab," he smiled back.
"We have another surprise for her," I smiled. "I'll see to it that Kacey assists you in moving your equipment. You can show her than."
"Of course, Sir," Wheeljack grinned. "Thank you."
"You know, I believe I can write a sub-program for the sensors to pick up these probes' frequencies," Elita mused, looking at scraped metal body at the end of the table. "Since I'm not able to do much else being so close to my delivery date, it's the least I could do. Plus, I need to do something to keep busy. This pregnancy is driving me crazy."
"It's driving us all crazy," Ironhide muttered.
The weapon came from Elita so fast I could swear it was like 'poof' it was just suddenly there across my face pointed at Ironhide. I remained calm. I had to.
"Elita, please put the weapon away. As much as we'd all like to shoot Ironhide in the mouth, the aft, or even the crotch plate, I can't afford to lose my most experience weapon's officer. At least not until his son is experienced enough to take over."
Elita growled, seemingly fully intent on using her weapon.
"Ok then, at least wait until the meeting is over," I said, seeing the terrified look suddenly appear on Ironhide's face.
"I'd much rather have Ratchet retrofit him with a womb chamber and see how he handles being pregnant!" she snapped but at least put her weapon away.
"That can be arranged," Ratchet smirked, earning a round of chuckles from the entire room.
"Ironhide, just apologize to her for the remark," I said to my weapon's specialist over a private comlink as Elita pushed on with suggestions for Ratchet to use. "We need to finish this meeting."
"Permission to shoot Ratchet if he so much attempts to do any kind of retrofitting on me?"
"Only if I get to shoot him first."
"Deal!" Ironhide replied. Then he cleared his throat loudly to interrupt Ratchet's description of a retrofit. "Elita, please accept my humblest apology. I meant no offence. It is a blessing for all of us when any femme is with spark."
"I think you've been taking kiss aft lessons from lugnut here but I'll accept your apology," she smiled then glanced my way.
"Optimus…"
Oh thank Primus, Prowl spoke up! I had a feeling I was Elita's next target with the verbal bashing.
"You have something, Prowl?"
"I've calculated a number of scenarios and come up with a timeline as to when the Decepticons could possibly have a fully functional power core," he explained. I nodded for him to continue as the entire room was now focused on him. "Given the specific sensitivity and denseness of the metals required, I believe it would take the Decepticons twelve weeks to build the device. That's assuming they received the full schematic. If they only received part of it then I give them twenty weeks."
"Even with part of the schematic files, Megatron has engineers capable enough to figure out the rest," Wheeljack added.
"Do you have any idea why they might want one of their own?" Bumblebee asked.
"They could have been after the schematics for Autobot City to look for weak entry points and just happened to come across the power core," Jazz suggested.
"No, the hack was specific. They wanted the power core design," Magnus replied.
"What else can the power core be used for?" I asked Wheeljack.
"I designed it specifically for a city or space station. But it could also be used for a large weapons platform, with the right modifications."
"A weapon's platform would be the most likely of possibilities," Prowl chimed in. "It would be the only way to challenge Autobot City's defenses."
Silence filled the room.
My spark weighed heavily within its chamber as a looked around the room. Each of them was thinking what I was. We haven't even moved into our new home and already it's being threatened.
"Prowl, incorporate this new information into you defense strategies and give me the new figures by the end of the week."
"Already working on it, Prime," he replied firmly.
"Wheeljack, anything else to report?" I asked.
"It's ready," he replied brightly, raising a few optic ridges around the table. I said nothing as it was a secret protect Wheeljack was working on. If it panned out it could give us a tactical advantage in our battle with the Decepticons. If not, then no harm was done and no one's hopes were raised.
"Great! I'll be there right after…" I started and then received a sharp kick to my shin as a reminder from my sparkmate. "After Elita's appointment with Ratchet."
"Which we can do following the meeting if you like," my CMO offered.
"Elita?" I questioned her since there was no way in pit I was going to agree to it no matter how much I wanted to.
"I have time," she sighed and her foot started stroking my leg rather appreciatively under the table.
I quirked an optic ridge at her and got a bemused smirk with a hint of lust in her optics as her response. I shook my head slightly, refocusing on the task at hand.
"Very well, we know what needs to get done. Let's do it as efficiently as possible," I said and then looked directly at Prowl and Jazz. "If there's nothing else to add…"
"Actually, Jazz and I have an announcement," Prowl quickly said taking the hint. I smiled because I always liked to try and end the meetings on a high note. And what better way than the announcement Prowl was about to make. "As you all know, next month is the anniversary of Jazz and mine's bond. We are going to renew our vows to each other in a traditional bonding ceremony of old and would like it if each of you were in attendance."
"It's going to be a big party! I have tons of ideas and stuff!" Jazz added enthusiastically much to the chagrin of his sparkmate.
"If I may make a suggestion," I gently cut in. "As you know, helping the arrivals settle in is a priority. Especially the neutrals. We want to give them some sense of semblance here on Earth, a sense that even though our home is lost, we have not lost our traditions or values. I think a traditional bonding ceremony in the New Temple of Primus would be a way to do that." Prowl instantly sank in his seat, doorwings twitching nervously. "It is only a suggestion. I assure you, I will abide by your wishes for the ceremony."
"Can we think about it?" Jazz asked, taking hold of Prowl's hand on the table.
"Of course," I smiled. "You have until the Axalon arrives to give me your decision. Now if there's nothing else…" I paused, glancing at everyone. They all seemed anxious to get on with their tasks as I was. "...dismissed."
"I'll get this to the medical bay for you Ratchet," Wheeljack said, grabbing the probe.
"Thanks, Jack," Ratchet replied, making notes on his datapad.
"Prowl, if you don't need Kacey or Nitro, Bumblebee and I could use them for the sensor sweep at Autobot City," Ironhide said as they got to their feet.
"I gave them the day off from training so go ahead."
"Right, Prowler's devoting his morning to me!" Jazz grinned, grabbing Prowl's aft.
"Jazz! Hands where I can see them!"
"I'll see you two in the medbay shortly," Ratchet smirked as Elita leaned closer to me, caressing my chest armor.
"Elita, this isn't exactly a private room," I gently chided, taking her hand in mine. Primus, as much as I wanted to we didn't have time for intimacies. "Let's go see how our little spark is doing. Ok?"
"Spoil sport," she pouted.
"I love you too," I purred, moving to kiss her lips. Only she suddenly pulled away.
"Oh slag! I'll meet you in the medical bay. I forgot I had a quick meeting with Chromia. Wont be but a few minutes!" she shouted over her shoulder and all I could do was admire her shapely aft as it disappeared out the door. Then my optics fell upon the only other occupant in the room.
"Bumblebee, is there something I can do for you?" I asked when I noticed the scout hadn't gotten up from his seat.
"Yes, Sir. It's about Leo."
"What about my son?" I curiously asked.
"As you know Leo and I are the best of friends. We'd do anything for each other and you know I would protect him with my life. He has expressed a serious interest in being a scout. Jazz said I'm more than qualified to teach Leo. But I wonder if he'd be better off with someone…more experience like Jazz, who trained me."
"Bumblebee, I would not have made you an officer if I wasn't confident in your abilities to be a scout. Jazz raved about you when he was training you. Said you were a natural at improvisation, resourcefulness, and you always have sound judgment. I agree with him. Therefore I have every confidence in you to teach my son. Besides, Jazz is a saboteur not a scout. He has his own mechs and femmes to train. You were the first Autobot to be made into a scout. It's a new position, one you've performed admirably in. So get used to it. Once the Axalon arrives you will have several more mechs and femmes to train."
"If you think I'm ready, Sir."
"You are. You have my complete trust, Bumblebee," I smiled.
"Thank you, Sir," he humbly said, bowing his head.
"And stop calling me Sir. You're not a youngling anymore."
"Of course, S…I mean Optimus," he smiled nervously.
"Is there anything else?"
Bumblebee reacted as if he was about to say something but changed his mind.
"Nothing. I'll make sure Kacey is back in time for your family's outing," he smiled. "Oh, is it alright if I bring Leo? It would be a good experience for him and he's very anxious to start earning his keep."
"That's an excellent idea. Do it."
With a nod, Bumblebee got up and left. I got up with the intention of leaving to only to be stopped when Galen entered the room. The young mech didn't appear as terrified as earlier but was still intimidated by me.
"Can I help you, Galen?"
"Yes, Sir. I…" he faltered. I remained quiet, watching as he composed himself as if to build up his courage. "Sir, Ariel doesn't know I'm here. But I felt compelled."
"Proceed."
"I wish to apologize for my actions in recent months. It was not nor has it ever been my intention to deceive you."
"Apology accepted," I smiled, shaking his hand as he stared up at me, shocked.
"Please, know that I only have the best intention with regards to Ariel," he pressed on nervously. "I've devoted myself to her and ensuring her happiness. And with your permission, I would like to ask her to bond with me. Of course, because of my actions lately I am fully prepared for you to reject my request."
"Galen, I know what its like," I spoke softly, getting a baffled look from him. "What you're going through. I'm in love too. I know what its like to be overwhelmed by my own emotions when I gaze upon Elita."
"I feel like my spark will stop," he sighed, clutching his chest. "Or that all my systems will lock up on me. She has been in my life ever since I can remember. And I cannot imagine my life without her. It scares me."
"You're a good mech, Galen. Much better than your father. I know you will treat my Ariel the way she should be treated. Therefore, you have my blessing. You may ask Ariel to bond with you."
It was like a wave of elation coursed through his systems. He stood tall and had the biggest grin on his face.
"Thank you, Sir!" he cheered suddenly hugging me tightly.
I chuckled hugging him back. Then, so I could get on with my day, I sent him on his way and watched as he sprinted down the hallway. Primus, it's hard to believe I was ever that young. But I know he will carry the memories of this with him always, as I have done.
"Anything, Ratchet?" I asked entering the medical bay.
"Nothing. The memory hard drive is destroyed. Looks like by design too."
"Makes sense," I frowned.
"I'll give Prowl my report."
"Thank you. I've got a lot to do today."
"Not too busy to speak with the Femme Commander about going over requirements for the femmes training facility on the new base I hope," Elita commented.
"Of course not," I smiled, watching as she came to my side. "It's on my agenda to talk with you and Chromia before we take our younglings over to Autobot City this afternoon."
"Good. Now, Ratchet, if you please. Optimus is a busy mech and I don't want him to come up with excuses for being late this afternoon."
"Right this way, Ma'am," he smiled, leading us to a private exam room.
As I followed, my spark fluttered with excitement and fear as it always did during each exam. At least now it's more excitement than fear with this pregnancy. I was mostly terrified at the very first exam when Elita was pregnant with Orion and Ariel. I didn't know what to expect and I certainly wasn't expecting Ratchet to tell me she was having twins!
With Leo I was still scared but excited as well, having had the experience finally of going through a pregnancy with Elita. Thank Primus Leo's exams all turned out uneventful. And because I survived Elita's pregnancy with Leo I thought I was prepared enough to not faint again when Ratchet told me she was expecting twins again!
My spark still aches for them from time to time. The painful memory of feeling them die still haunts my dreams every so often. I'm forever grateful we did not tell our younglings about the little femmes. Like me, they would have all taken it to spark, especially Kacey. She is too much like me in that she takes far too much to spark.
Of course these emotions were nothing like the intense emotions I felt when I listened to the datadisk and heard Elita's voice telling me I was a father. I must have listened to that recorded hundreds of times thinking it wasn't really but desperately hoping it was.
Kacey was my first born and will always be special to me. But this new sparkling will be received with the same sense of awe and wonder I've felt each time I look at all my sparklings. It's still a humbling experience for me that I, Optimus Prime helped to create a new life.
"Well, let's see how the little femme is doing," Ratchet smiled, placing a small device directly on Elita's abdomen.
She reached for my hand and I held it tenderly, giving her my love over our bond in the hopes of relaxing her. Elita hated exams but knew she must endure them for the safety of the tiny spark she carries.
"Hmm, core temperature is stable. Still definitely a femme. No energy fluctuations," he said, reading the scan's data on the wall monitor. "Size of the spark is good, meaning she's right on schedule to be born in twelve days. Would you like to see her?"
Elita and I both quickly nodded, making Ratchet chuckle. He presses a button on the small medical device where it lay and a holographic image of the spark within Elita's womb appeared. My mouth fell open as it did when I saw the sparks of Orion, Ariel, and Leo.
"Primus, she's beautiful," I whispered, optics fixed upon the soft blue spark with tiny extending tendrils of energy arching from it.
"I never get tired of seeing that look on your face," Elita smiled, her love overwhelming me through our bond.
"Yes, well, while the little spark is in perfect condition," Ratchet pressed on sounding rather annoyed. "Elita, you're to go on an enriched energon diet like you did with Leo. You energy levels are above minimum but I would like them to be higher. And you lugnut, keep your interface rod tucked away before I welled your interface panel shut. Primus, you two are as bad as Ariel and Galen! No more interfacing until Elita's birthed the spark. Is that clear?"
'How does he know?' I asked Elita over our bond.
"I always know!" Ratchet remarked as if he read my processor. "Now get out. I have work to do. Everything's perfect with the pregnancy. I'll see you in three days for your next exam."
"Thank you, Ratchet," I smiled kindly.
"Yes, thank you," Elita added as I helped her off the berth.
"You're both very welcome," he smiled. "Don't hesitate to call upon me if you feel anything out of the ordinary."
"I will," Elita sighed, leaning into my side while I wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Oh, Optimus. I saw Galen go into the briefing room after we left. May I ask what it was he wanted?"
Ratchet looked apprehensive so I purposely stayed silent for a few moments, appearing as if I was debating on the answer.
"I'm sure Galen will tell you soon enough," I smiled and left it at that escorting Elita out of the medical bay.
"What happened that I don't know about but will soon find out?" Elita asked, poking at my side.
"Galen came to me, as mechs should when they have a very important issue to discuss about a father's daughter."
Elita squeaked. Loudly!
"He didn't?" she asked, placing a hand on her chest, beautiful blue optics so full of hope and excitement.
"Shh, don't tell Ariel. I get the impression that Galen wants to make his bonding proposal to her very special," I smiled.
"That's so beautiful," she smiled as tears started streaming down her face. "Primus, it's about time he made it official!"
"Yes, it is," I sighed, leaning down, kissing one of her damp cheeks. "Remember to not say anything. I know how you and Ariel love to talk, plot, and gossip."
"I promise," she purred, kissing me back. "I'll see you this afternoon."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Tonight, can we seriously talk about naming out little femme?"
"Of course. Love you with all my spark."
"Love you will all my spark too."
With a deeply passionate, parting kissing, Elita went on about her day and I went on with mine. I didn't make to Wheeljack's lab as planned. Several issues that required my personal attention came up. A couple of them I pawned off on Prowl. How to delegate was a very important lesson I learned from Prowl when I became Prime. After all, he mentored me and helped me shoulder some of the responsibilities until I was able to take them on fully. So I knew I could count on him. I implicitly trusted him.
It wasn't until almost noon when I finally made it to Wheeljack's lab. I came in and found him tinkering away as usual. The mech was always busy doing something. I bet even when he was recharging he dreamed of his projects of future ones.
But I must say, my chief engineer was one mech who could never disappointment me even when his projects failed miserably or exploded. Because for all the times something has gone wrong, Jack has always come up with something else that saved lives, mine included.
Plus, he was always optimistic and a good friend and mentor for Kacey. He taught her well. He kept her from pulling of more pranks on Ratchet's than she actually did because he occupied her processor enough with interesting things to do. Pranks spawned from boredom. When in Wheeljack's lab, Kacey was never bored.
Also, Kacey was good to calm down Wheeljack's over excitement which often caused him to end up in the medical bay one way or another. So in the end, they were go for each other and the base with fewer explosions and a happier CMO. And a happy CMO means pleasant maintenance checks for everyone!
"My apologies my friend. I didn't mean to be so late."
"Don't worry about it, Optimus. We're all being kept busy."
"I honestly can't wait until the Axalon arrives and things settle down so I can be somewhat rested for the sparkling when she's born."
"Understandably, Sir," he chuckled. "If you'll follow me. How's the sparkling?"
"Perfect according to Ratchet. I'm a little anxious to hold her like I was with the others."
"I must say, our species' future is looking bright. I'm helping Ratchet build four protoforms. Apparently, several femmes on the Axalon are due shortly after their arrival on Earth."
"It is nice. I refrain from getting too excited. Being Prime I have too be prepared to protect our future."
"Well, with your new Apex Armor I think you'll be able to, Sir," he grinned, as we reached a corner of his lab, where it'd been expanded to accommodate this new project Wheeljack and I thought of. Several of his assistants were there, all suddenly standing at attention as I approached. "What do you think?"
I said nothing at first. My optics took in the intricate piece of engineering before me. I walked around it, carefully examining the cogs, the gears, the thrusters on the back. My fingers even dared to brush the stabilizers and wings.
"Apex Armor…I like the name. You even painted it to match my armor."
"Kacey painted the flames on the thrusters."
"Kacey?"
"Sorry, she walked into my lab one day after I'd fallen into recharge in my chair. Her optics spotted the specs on the table under my head. Don't worry. She knows its top secret. She actually helped me get the stabilizers and wings right. Apparently, they were originally too small and you would have done a 'face plant' if you tried to fly."
"And she says I'm over protective," I chuckled shaking my head. "Has it been tested yet?"
"We've had it plugged into a computer and have run simulations. As far as field test, only the mech it was designed for can test it there."
I let slip a small devilish smile.
"Of course, before you actually take it out I would like you to powerlink with the full armor suite to check on the power couplings, system wide interfaces, and energy transfers," Wheeljack said.
"Full! There's more?" I questioned, turning to see him grinning from audio receptor to audio receptor.
"We're dying to see it all together, Sir."
"Let's do it," I ordered.
"Power the suit down. If you stand here, Optimus," Wheeljack said, showing me a spot on the floor. "Make sure it's off completely."
At the sound of a transformation sequence I turned to see the apex armor shift and change into what looked like a simple rocket pack with two heavy thrusters mounted on its sides.
"Expose your powerlink port, Sir," one of the technicians said.
"Don't worry, Sir. It's going to fit snuggly on your shoulders and back," another one smiled. "It was designed specifically to fit over your armor."
"The idea was to make it quick and easy for you to put on before a fight," Wheeljack said, moving behind me. There was a click, a clank, and then I felt something snap into place. "There. How does it feel?"
"It's seems so light," I said when I felt the full weight. "Like it's a part of my normal battle armor. How'd you do that?"
"Engineers never divulge their secrets," Wheeljack replied. "Now, I want to explain that because of your physique we determined that the thrusters had to be mounted on your back. Most flyers have them in their feet like Kacey. However your feet are larger than most mechs your size so we couldn't put the thrusters there. Now, Sir, for the second part of the suit, move here and step up onto these."
Again, I did as instructed and my feet were lock into place. Then I felt it, the gentle tingle of another system itching to activate. It was much different then linking with Roller that was for certain. I could feel the power.
"Ok, the link is secure. Power up your armor, Optimus. Watch all readings I want a manual shut down in case something happens!" Wheeljack ordered.
"I'm not going to blow up like some of your other experiments, am I?" I nervously joked.
"I hope not," he smiled in his usual cheerful way. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
Somehow it didn't make me feel any better.
"Ok, powering up the apex armor," I said, keeping my transistors crossed.
The instant the armor was activated I felt a power surge through my systems. This was nothing like powerlinking with Roller! I liked it.
"All systems look good so far," Wheeljack sighed in relief. "Weapons, transformations, repairs, power. How do you feel, Sir? Any kind of power feed backs or spikes?"
"Powerful! And no, everything's running smoothly. I've fully intergraded the armor's systems with my own. "
"Then I think we're ready for phase two of the test - transformation. It's like extending your normal battle armor. Whatever happens, don't be alarmed. It might feel weird at first because you're not used to it. Oh, and spread your legs a little apart and raise your arms out to the side some."
I lifted at optic ridge at him. Was he serious?
"Please, trust me," Wheeljack insisted most seriously.
Of course I did as instructed, putting my arms out and spreading my legs slightly, then activated the transformation sequence. There was a soft hum accompanied with a vibration on my back and feet.
I couldn't see it but I could feel the armor shifting and unfolding, slide over my back. It extended over my shoulders and down my chest, making it appear larger than it already was. Plated armor even stretched and unfolded down my arms making them look bulkier.
"Ok, don't be startled, Sir," Wheeljack warned.
A split second later, I felt a powerful vibration tickling the bottom of my peds. Then I was suddenly lifted up and was now standing about ten feet taller. When I looked down I saw the apex armor weaving and threading its way up over my battle armored legs.
"Final transformation stage is the two pieces connecting," Wheeljack commented, cringing. He even closed his optic covers. "I hope we got the measurements right!"
"Uh?" I questioned and then felt what he meant. "Whoa!"
I almost leapt up in surprise when I felt the apex armor wrap snuggly around my crotch plating, aft, and waist.
"Not too snug, Sir?" he asked, opening one optic cover.
"Its fine," I chuckled nervously, praying that intimate part of me wasn't going to get blow off by Wheeljack's creation. Elita would kill me! "Just wasn't expecting that!"
"Sorry, Sir. I didn't know how to explain it without alarming you," he said, looking as relieved as I felt!
"I feel it powering down. The transformation sequence is complete," I said interpreting the readouts from my transformation systems. They were on standby. "Wow, it's still light and flexible like my own armor."
"Try walking around."
I did so without any difficulty, feeling light on my feet. I even dared to jump up and land lightly on my feet.
"I like it!" I grinned, turning around quickly.
"Whoa!" "Ah!" "Oh slag!" several of the mechs cried out, diving for cover.
"Oops, sorry."
"It's ok Optimus. You're not used to having wings back there."
"What weapons do I have?"
"I've installed a blade in both forearms so far."
Of course, I immediately activated the weapon's systems and extended the blades. The unsheathed and glowed orange once fully extended. They were very similar to my original blades, only bigger. This was so cool, as Kacey would say.
"I'm not done with your gun. Once complete it will slide over your right or left hand and attach to the armor."
"Grenade launcher included?"
"Of course," he smiled. "Can't forget that. I know Ironhide isn't the only weapons fiend around here."
"Here are the diagnostic results," one of the technicians said, handing Wheeljack a datapad.
"Everything's perfect," he smiled wide. "All I need now is a list."
"Prowl, Ultra Magnus, Jazz, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Hot Shot, Bluestreak, and I may regret this…Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Don't tell them what the measurements are for. We'll show them in a field test…day after tomorrow?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll have you gun ready by then."
"Excellent…"
"Optimus, this is Prowl. Report to the command center as quickly as possible!"
"Is it an attack?" I asked, retracting the blades and started the retraction transformation sequence.
"Not exactly, but you'll want to see it."
"On my way," I responded. "Wheeljack, put your report on today's test on my desk by tomorrow. I'll look over it then. Include time estimates on when your team can have the others' apex armor completed. We'll conduct the test two days from now for the other officers to see."
"Yes, Sir," he replied as his team quickly lifted the armor off my back.
Once out of the way, I ran. Autobots moved hurriedly out of my way to keep the path clear. And thus I arrived rather quickly in the commander center and found Prowl at the main console, standing behind Jazz who was operating the controls.
"You're not going to believe this," Prowl said, quirking a smile. "One of our satellites picked up what was thought to be a wormhole forming. Hound was quick to confirm that it was, in fact a space bridge."
I raised both my optic ridges. A space bridge? I'd only heard about them. Alpha Trion used to mention that Seekers or descendants of Seekers could create a space bridge for traveling long distances.
"Did a Seeker come out of it?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, one did," Jazz added, snickering.
"Show Optimus the video," Prowl ordered, trying not to laugh as he shook his head.
Curious as to what could make my normally stoic second in command smile and laugh I focused intently on the small view screen. My optics instantly widened in surprise when I saw the mech who emerged from the space bridge. I had no idea my cousin had Seeker abilities.
Then, much to my dismay, my cousin did something that didn't surprise me! Not in the least! Oh Primus!
"Prowl, please tell me that wasn't an extremely important satellite of our allies," I groaned.
"It was a derelict satellite in a decaying orbit," Prowl answered. "It would be been destroyed eventually once it hit Earth's atmosphere."
"Where is Jetfire now?" I asked.
"Still there," Jazz said, changing the video to a live feed. "Want me to open a comlink?"
I nodded, continuing to watch the video. I wasn't sure what he was doing with the debris but I'm glad he's here.
"Ready Optimus," Jazz announced. "All Autobots have the same emergency comlink frequency. So he should hear you."
"Jetfire, this is Optimus Prime do you read me?" I asked.
"Well hey! If it isn't my femme magnet of a cousin!" he cheerfully replied. "Slag it that's right. You're bonded now. Such a shame to let that big interface rod of yours go to waste on a single femme!"
Jazz, Prowl and the rest of the entire Command Center all had to choke back their laughs. All I could do was hope my faceplates didn't turn as red as they felt!
"We're on an open comlink Jetfire," I said.
"Frag! Sorry."
"You're just lucky Elita isn't here. She might shoot you out of orbit."
"Funny Optimus!" he laughed. "Wait…can you see me?"
"Yes and I saw what you did."
Jetfire suddenly put both hands behind his back.
"You can relax cousin. You didn't destroy anything of value."
"Oh thank Primus!" he exhaled, tossing the piece of metal from his hand.
"Why are you here ahead of schedule?" Prowl asked.
"Prowl? That has to be Prowl. He still sounds like a tight aft."
"Hey, that's one cute aft so back off!" Jazz shot back.
"Jazz! Figured you'd be nearby your lover. Tell me do you two still like interfacing in employee lounges at bars?"
Ok, I laughed at that one just for the look on Prowl's face!
"Can we focus Jetfire," I coughed, trying to control myself.
"Sorry, Optimus. Prowl, I will be glad to answer your question as soon as I land. I just need coordinates. And Optimus, Primus it'll be good to see you."
"Same here Jetfire."
"Coordinates received. I'll see you shortly. Jetfire out."
"It will take him approximately twenty minutes to get here," Prowl said.
"Speculation as to why he's here ahead of schedule," I requested, knowing Prowl had a few ideas.
"Problems with their ship I would assume," he replied.
"Jazz, please alert Magnus of Jetfire's arrival over a private comlink. Also, if he can handle one less mechanism I'd like for Kacey to meet my cousin."
"Will do, boss bot."
It was with worry and excitement that filled me as I headed for the shuttle bay. Once again, I found myself praying to Primus that it would work out for us all.
Up Next: Jetfire meets his new flying buddy, Kacey. Bee and Leo have a mech to mech talk. And Kacey finally gets what she's wanted…her interface systems online! Thanks to all those who voted! Dont forget to review!
End Notes: Special thanks to Dr. Oblivion again for the Apex Armor information. For those who don't really know, it does exist in the world of Transformers.