Chapter 4

Ok, I'm bursting with joy here. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FAVES/REVIEWS! My ego has been blown to monstrous proportions. Hmm, I'm running out of ideas… help me!

Recovering from their somewhat hangover, the bots trudge down to the Rec Room…

The funny thing was the way that came in. Ratchet was carried in bridal style; barley able to keep is optics open. Ironhide just smiled and plopped onto the couch, cuddling his medic to his chassis. Sideswipe supported Jolt as he hobbled into the room. They sat at the table near the energon dispenser. The funniest one was when Optimus and Megatron walked in. Optimus was on Megatrons back piggy-back style. Optimus's helm rested on Megatrons broad shoulder. From the corner, Ironhide chucked.

"Knocked him up good?" He smirked.

"Of course. A Decepticon always gets the job done right." Megatron retorted with an evil grin, flashing fanged denta.

"Definitely no doubt about that…" Optimus said weakly. Megatron walked over to the couch, and deposited Optimus next to an exhausted but awake Ratchet. Optimus, seeking warmth, simply latched onto Ratchet and fell into recharge again. Ratchet rolled his eyes, and asked his mate to get some energon.

Sideswipe and Jolt wandered over, and Jolt almost fell onto the couch to join the other ukes on the couch. They cuddled together. Their semes thought it was adorable. Optimus with his helm on Ratchet on the right, Ratchet sitting in the middle with his arms around the others, and Jolt sitting on the left, lying across the medics lap.

"I wanna join in too!" said Sideswipe, and plopped himself onto Ratchets lap, purposely sitting on his mates face.

"Gerrof, you aft head!" Jolt said, slightly muffled.

Ratchet managed to push Sideswipe off his lap and off of Jolts face as his cannon toting mate wandered back with cubes of energon. Ironhide handed Ratchet a cube, and kissed his helm.

"Drink up." He said quietly. He had felt bad by how tired Ratchet was. All he wanted to do was take care of his beautiful mate. His yellow mech looked up at him and said "I'm fine, don't worry." He said with a reassuring smile.

Megatron, meanwhile, had turned on the Transformer sized T.V, and was watching last night's game. After silently cheering for his favorite high school team who had made it to the state finals (my team! Go Centreville Wildcats!), he turned to look at his mate. He looked more tired than usual, and was starting to fall asleep again. He decided to do something to wake him up. He strolled over, leaned in front of his red and blue mech, and kissed him passionately. Optimus made an adorable squeak as his mouth was invaded by a large glossa.

"Awake yet?" Megatron asked.

"Mmmhmm". Optimus replied.

As the ukes drank their energon, a strange chain of events happened. The all drank, stopped, looked at each other, then suddenly ran over to the trash bin and threw up. Their semes were a bit taken aback, and rushed over to aid them. As Ironhide tried to help Ratchet, the medic only pushed him away. He had an almost awed expression. He hastily scanned himself. He gasped in surprise at what he found. He quickly opened his chest plates, to see three golden sparks revolving around his.

"Oh." He said quietly.

Ironhide, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He picked up his medic and spun around in a circle, saying "I'm gonna be a creator! I'm gonna be a creator!" Ratchet could only smile. "I'm gonna be a carrier!" he thought.

Both Optimus and Jolt opened their chest plates to see the same thing. Both were carrying two golden sparks in their chests. Their mates smiled and embraced them. Sideswipe whispered reassurances to Jolt, stroking his chest plates comfortingly. Megatron was extremely pleased. He had always liked sparklings. Optimus leaned back onto Megatrons chest, and looked up. His mate's faceplates had a legit, happy smile.

Suddenly, Jazz and Bee, who had been on Security duty, ran into the Rec Room.

"Hey guess what! Were getting new arrivals soon! Prowl, Bluestreak, Mirage and Sunstreaker are coming! Bee yelled.

Snapping out of their lovey-dovey state, they exclaimed in joy. Jazz and Bee had been missing their bondmates, and Sides had been missing his twin.

" Well, lets see what happens…" said Optimus.

Muahaha, cliffjumper, I mean cliffhanger! I'm gonna make this into a mechpreg. Feel free to suggest names for the sparklings! And the pregnancies will last 20 cycles. Really short, I know. There will still be 'facing, don't worry! Please, more ideas, more coffee, ect. THANK YOU!