CHAPTER ELEVEN

The Sparklings

***

Meg: Last chapter!

Bianca: Is it really?

Emma: I see.

Bumblebee: Let us prepare ourselves…

Optimus Prime: For the end.

Zikya: Of a great fan fic?

Ratchet: According to the reviewers…

Andy: Yes.

Sunstreaker: This's been fun.

Wheeljack: It ain't over yet.

Meg: So, everybody, read on!

***

Ratchet and I wondered how it had been possible.

"The All-Spark." Ratchet mused.

"My robotic parts." I argued. I was getting good at that. "That's how we…wait…a minute…" I grabbed Ratchet's arm so hard that he winced. "Ratchet…the Father…could be…" I gulped. "Either Bee or Starscream…"

Ratchet glanced at me. He hadn't known about any of this.

"But which?"

Ratchet sighed. "Emma, first of all…you're having twins."

"I'M HAVING WHAT!!??" I yelled so loudly that Bia, fighting a Decepticon in Canberra, heard me.

*

Ratchet had made me a promise – that he would be able to tell me, via his scan, who the father of the twins was, as soon as they were born. He was going to be my midwife…uh…midhusband?

I wouldn't have had any other doctor, anyway.

The hard part was telling Bee.

*

I put it off.

Well, to be fair, it wasn't just my fault.

Every time I attempted to tell him, something happened – someone came in, I was too tired, etc.

Luckily, it was winter, so no one noticed my ever-growing belly. I bundled up in winter clothes, and kept it all a secret.

Only Ratchet, the best doctor in the universe, knew. I meant to tell the others, I really did.

But, I didn't.

And neither did Ratchet – because pregnant women are scary when someone does something they don't want them to do, and I was no exception.

*

Ratchet's P.O.V:

I wasn't sure what it was, or how it had happened.

But, there were a few things I was certain of. These sparklings…they were incredibly intelligent already.

My scans had shown me that.

Not only that, but they knew who they were and where they were.

Also…they loved Emma. No, they absolutely adored her.

She was going to make an excellent Mother.

But…who was their Father?

*

On September 17th I was waiting for Bee to get back from a mission. He was fighting Decepticons out of town somewhere.

I was standing by a window, watching for them, when I felt something within me.

"Oh." I said, looking down at myself.

Bia, who had just walked in, came over to me and watched as I put a hand to my stomach. "Em?" She asked me. "What's wrong?"

Everything began happening at once.

"Nothing's wrong," I replied, a look of wonder crossing my face. "It's just…my water just broke."

Shock crossed Bia's face. "Whaaaaaaat!?"

Ratchet, who just happened to be walking past, heard all this. He didn't say anything, but just grabbed me, and carried me off towards the med bay.

"Opti!" I heard Bia call. "Opti!"

*

Giving birth was a pain unlike any I've ever experienced. Bia had refused to wait outside the med bay, despite Ratchet's annoyed looks, and I was glad she had stayed.

Both were in their holoforms, which was practical, considering.

"Push!" Ratchet ordered me.

I was screaming now, holding Bia's hand so hard I nearly broke it. I was screaming out a name. "BUMBLEBEE, WHERE THE SLAG ARE YOU!!??" Tears were falling down my face. I needed Bee here, right now.

"I called him, he's on his way back." Bia said quietly, before the pain made me scream again.

Bee…be here, because Star can't be...oh Bee, please hurry…

*

Bumblebee's P.O.V:

I transformed back into my robot form and kept on moving, running through the base towards the med bay.

I could hear Em's screams, which only made me run faster.

Bianca hadn't told me any of the details – just that Em was in the med bay and needed me back…now!!

"BUMBLEBEE!!!!" I heard Em scream, as I neared the med bay and saw everyone crowded around it, but they made way for me as I nearly broke down the door.

"I'm here!!" I cried, hurrying over to her, transforming into my holoform, and grabbing her hand.

Em was screaming out something, as Ratchet was doing something, and Bianca said something that sounded like: "And the second one!"

Em screamed one more time, and then she was quiet.

I still had no idea what was happening.

Suddenly, I heard a sound that made me turn to face the foot of the bed in shock. Bia and Ratchet were both standing there, both of them in their holoforms…and there were human babies in their arms.

"Wha…" I had to stare at the two human babies, covered with blood and crying. "Em…wh…whose are they?"

Em suddenly chuckled weakly, and her eyes opened. "They're ours, Bee…" And then she looked at Ratchet. "Aren't they?"

Ratchet was holding one of the babies, a female with brown hair and blood-red eyes. "Well…I just scanned this one…it appears that Starscream was the biological Father…" And he handed that one to me. "It's a girl." He added, wrapping the human baby in a yellow blanket and showing me how to hold her.

I couldn't help but stare at her. She was every bit as beautiful as her Mother, despite who her Father had been. I had never seen anything so small or fragile. She looked up at me, and her red eyes sparkled happily, the way a Cybetronian's will when they're happy.

"Good," Em said firmly. "Then her name is Honey Bee…" Bianca had wrapped the other baby in a pink blanket, and handed her to Em, who seemed to know just how to hold her. "This one's a girl too, Em." Bianca said softly.

"I know," She whispered, gazing down at her other daughter. I caught the look on her face when the black-haired baby's metallic green eyes sparkled, and I had to smile too – these little children, part human babies and part Cybetronian sparklings, were so special. I held Honey Bee closer to me, and vowed to be the best Father I could be to her.

"Em…" Bianca said suddenly.

But Em interrupted her. "Shooting Star…" She said happily. "That's this ones name." Shooting Star's eyes sparkled happily.

"Funny you should name her that," Bianca said, exchanging an amused glance with Ratchet. "Because that one," She nodded towards the baby in Em's arms. "Is Bumblebee's child."

*

It turned out that, because I'd…umm…interfaced with Star and then, less then twenty-four hours later, with Bee, it was possible for my twins to be born but have different Fathers.

Everyone accepted this – because the twins were impossible to resist!

They captured everyone's hearts – the other Autobots, Zikya and even the army guys who came in a few days later. Honey Bee and Shooting Star were instantly popular. They hardly ever cried, they didn't mind being around giant robots (although I, on the other hand, forced everyone to be in their holoforms around the girls), and they were so smart. Within two months, they were walking – which would have been weird, except that they aged differently, and looked more like they were two years old.

They also talked. Shooting Star's first words were: "Mamma…I want energon…"

Honey Bee's were a little more advanced. Whilst I was still trying to get over the shock of Shooting Star's first sentence, Honey Bee said: "Mamma, what exactly are we?"

Bee and I spent a long time talking to the twins, and explaining things to them in as much detail as they could handle. Once the twin started talking, might I add, they never shut up.

They called each other Bee and Star, and soon everyone started calling them that. It was a bit unnerving for me, because that was how I referred to their Fathers, but…as long as the girls were happy.

I often talked to Honey Bee about her Father. I told her all about Starscream, and about how he had protected me many times. I told the girls about the Decepticons too, and Optimus and Bee (my Bee) helped me explain about what we were doing.

The twins said they wished they could help, but naturally I said no – although I nearly caved in (or had a heart attack) when they began to develop powers like mine.

Opti and I had a talk about this, and I told him about what the six Primes had told me.

Ratchet scanned the twins.

We came to the conclusion that the twins had inherited some of my All-Spark powers, and that they would become very powerful over time. Also, like me (and Zikya, who was their favourite Aunty), they were immortal.

I was thrilled about that – like me and Zikya, they wouldn't age very much at all.

Also, in regards to their All-Spark powers, we knew that the girls would be safe, because Megatron was dead. And, as he would remain dead, The Fallen would also remain dormant.

All of this – and more – made me love life – and the lives of those around me – even more.

The gift of life was a very precious one indeed, and I loved it.

I really did.

***

Meg: The end!!

Ratchet: Finally!

Suntreaker: You should do a sequel, Meg!

Meg: Maybe…

Ratchet: No!

Emma: Do you think that anyone would read it if you did?

Meg: *Shrugs*

Zikya: The answer is…probably.

Meg: Well, we'll just see! Now, everyone, take a bow!

Everyone: *Bows*

Honey Bee: Thanks for reading, everyone!

Shooting Star: We look forward to your reviews!

Meg: Yes, thank you everyone, and please review! Meg, out!