Author's note. As one reviewer cleverly pointed out, baba is the Chinese term for dad, I actually got that off Mulan and thought it a good word for this story. Also there seems to be something funny with uploading, but I got around, boo yeah, to bring you this chapter.
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"Aw man, how could this have happened?"
Jazz voiced the question every Autobot was thinking as they grimly surveyed the security footage. On Teletran's large screen, was an image of several Decepticons taking Sparklings into their arms and flying off. And these were no ordinary Sparklings.
"How did I not notice?" whispered Optimus as Prowl (who thankfully hadn't collapsed with a blown out processor) laid a hand on his leader's shoulder. "She was right beside me and I didn't even notice her change or being taken?"
The frozen image on the screen was of Elita One, Chromia, Ironhide, Ratchet and Skyfire as Sparklings, his own soldiers taken from their very berths in the dead of night. He couldn't believe how well the Decepticons had accomplished this.
"None of us could have predicted this," Prowl said firmly as Blaster said "Yeah man, this is crazy."
Optimus merely growled, as he contemplated exactly what he was going to do to Megatron when he got his hands on him. Prowl cleared his throat, bringing Optimus back to the matter at hand as Sunstreaker said.
"So, what are we going to do now?"
"First," Optimus said grimly as he typed in some commands. "I'm going to contact Megatron and ask him what in Primus's name he thinks he's doing."
On the Nemesis.
"Git off me, git off me."
This was the demand of a certain red Mechling as he was nearly crushed in a bear like hug from the purple Seeker that had just swooped on him and his fellow Sparklings. After exclaiming over how cute and adorable they were the Seeker was now physically showing them how happy he was. In the space of a minute, he had hugged and kissed both Femmes, patted Skyfire on the head and had then turned his attention to Ironhide.
"Aw," said Skywarp lovingly as Ironhide kicked his little legs in frustration, causing the watching Decepticons to snigger. "Is someone a little cranky? Don't worry, I'll get you all off to bed soon, Hidey."
"Hidey?" Ironhide yelled in outrage. "Ma name's Ironhide, slagger."
"Now, now," Skywarp abolished as he put Ironhide down and picked up Ratchet. "That's not very nice, it's not nice to call people names" he said before smiling down at Ratchet who scowled.
"Isn't that right, Ratchy?"
"Watchet," the Sparkling growled before groaning.
"Megatron," Soundwave suddenly said. "Incoming call from the Autobot Base."
"Ah, I though they'd be calling," Megatron said knowingly.
"Their not getting my Sparklings," Skywarp said hotly, clutching a spluttering Ratchet and Ironhide.
"They're not going to, Warp," Thundercracker said patiently while Megatron said "Of course not, Skywarp."
"Starscream," Megatron barked suddenly and the white Seeker sauntered over.
"Yes, oh mighty Megatron?"
Megatron bestowed a tight smile on his Second, luckily for Starscream he was in a good enough mood to ignore his insolent tone. He then eyed the group of Sparklings as he said to Starscream.
"Bring me Elita."
Starscream complied, scooping up a protesting Femling and brought her over to his leader. Megatron took her and settled her on his lap, with one hand around her now tiny waist so that she was leaning back against him.
"Open the channel," he ordered Soundwave who replied in his monotone "As you command, Megatron."
Megatron managed to keep from grinning widely at the sight of Prime's worried face but only just. Instead he adopted a friendly smile, the kind which frightens small children, and said.
"Prime, what a pleasant surprise."
Prime's optics were fixed on Elita who was squirming with embarrassment but they soon focused and narrowed at Megatron.
"What's going on Megatron, what have you done to them?"
"I haven't done anything," Megatron said in mocking outrage. "I'm just holding this lovely little darling."
Megatron leaned down and planted a quick peck on the top of her head, knowing it would make Prime's blood boil. It did.
"Take your hand off her," Prime said coldly, glaring with his blazing blue optics.
"But I don't want to, Prime," Megatron replied snidely. "I think I like having little Lita on my lap."
Before Prime could angrily retort or punch the screen, his SIC stepped forward and coolly eyed Megatron.
"What is all of this about, Megatron?" he asked calmly.
"This," Megatron stressed delicately. "Is for that trick you played on us. I bet you didn't know that Skywarp desired Sparklings and when you so cruelly denied him, why, I had to do something."
"So we got him his Sparklings," Starscream added spitefully, tugging Skyfire forward by the hand. "And there's nothing you can do about it."
"We'll see," Prime replied, optics blazing their quiet fury and promise of retribution. Megatron sneered.
"You can try, Prime. Now however, I think it's off to bed for these little dears," he said as Elita involuntarily yawned. "It's way past their bed time."
"Come on babies," Skywarp cooed, hoisting Chromia into his arms with Ratchet. "Baba will put you to bed."
With one last sneer at the screen, Starscream followed, roughly pulling Skyfire with him. With a sigh, Thundercracker took Ironhide by the hand and then picked up Elita from Megatron's lap and balanced her on his hip.
"Love you," she called as she was taken away.
"I love you too, Elita," Prime managed to say before Soundwave cut him off.
Author's note. Yes I know 'blood boil' isn't the best term when talking about transformers but it's the best I could come up with. Next time, the Sparklings endure a day with their baba. Till then.