And Chaos Ensues
Chapter Four: Carrier and Creator Simultaneously
Perceptor x Red Alert
::bond::
=comms=
Thoughts
Telepathic communication
The scientist huffed a laugh as the base alarm went off for the fifth time that Earth week – and it was only the second day into it. Since Prowl, Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and the Twins had left, he had begun to panic even more often. His paranoia did not have any specific focus – the Twins – so it was back to being like the first cycles on the Ark before the Twins were transferred on, though he could feel his bondmate's joy at causing mayhem.
:: Alley, calm down. We aren't going to be here much longer once they find out I am carrying. You'll be able to terrorize the Nemesis then. ::
:: That's why I'm doing this to the Ark. They can't forget me. Though it probably isn't a good idea to do this at the Nemesis. I've heard there are a lot of sparklings and younglings there. ::
:: Prowl calls, does he? ::
:: Of course. ::
:: It's my shift in the control room next, correct? ::
:: Yes. Do you need any help? ::
Perceptor tried to stand from his low bench, but had to stop because of a piercing pain below his spark chamber.
:: I'll take that as a 'yes'. Don't you dare move until I get there, Perce. ::
He laughed softly at his bondmate's actions, sending him a pulse of affection as he waited, thankful his security director was not under as much scrutiny since the Twins and Smokescreen had left base so he was able to come down here without arousing much suspicion that they knew of. It certainly made it easier on him while he was carrying.
Arms slid around him in a hug. "Hey there, bondmate of mine. Your turn to join me in the security center. Are you up to it?"
"I know you'll cover for me if need be, so there shouldn't be a problem for now. We will have to go to the Nemesis soon though. I felt a sparktug this morning."
They had been bundled off to the Nemesis less than an Earth week later when Perceptor couldn't get up off his low bench to confer with Wheeljack on one of the other benches. The inventor had been panicking since he had rubbed a hand over his spark. Apparently the mech had never been around carriers and he had made sure that Red Alert was on his way down to the labs to make sure he wasn't harmed on accident.
To now be entering the Decepticon warship was actually soothing to his spark since the Autobots had been far too shocked and not allowed him the rest and quiet he needed. His bondmate had helped keep them away from him to some extent, but Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Jazz had been more than enough. His favorite place had come to be the security center, right up against his mate's side and preferably laying down for a short recharge or just to relieve some of the pressure on his chassis that he hadn't had time to relieve.
Prowl greeted them as they stepped into the lift's control room with a silver and white sparkling. "Hello Red, Perceptor. May I introduce Smokescreen's and my sparkling, ClearView?"
Perceptor extended a hand to the relatively tiny chassis that was firmly grasped and brought to the mechlet's mouth. A grin crossed the scientist's face. Sparklings had always made him happy and he had originally gone to the Academy for sparkling care, but had gone back vorns later for science as there were so few sparklings being created. Since the war began, the only degree he had used was his science one, bar when the three Praxians returned from the Decepticons, one of them being Bluestreak.
A tired grin graced the Praxian's faceplates. "Let's get you two to the room prepared for you. Smokescreen is getting you a warm oil bath. It should help with the strain of carrying. You will also want one after separation. If you get kinks in your wires or anything of the sort, Starscream gives amazing massages." They walked while the Autobot SIC talked. "Skywarp is available if you need help getting up and so is Megatron. He's also available if you need a break after separation. He and Starscream have had fourteen sparklings – only one is not at his youngling stage and he separated from Megatron around the time Greenlight separated from Soundwave. They're a couple of Earth's lunar cycles older than my ClearView. The Twins and Blue have the room next to yours and Smokey and I have our original room here on the Nemesis. It is labeled as ours on the map which you can access through the ship's network. You'll learn it soon enough, I'm sure."
He stopped beside a door that was propped open. "This is your room. Feel free to come and go. We all normally keep our doors open, but you can close them whenever you want. Smokey's just finished, so he'll be out soon and we'll leave you be."
Smokescreen emerged and hustled his mate off with a hurried 'hello' and 'see you later', leaving them to explore on their own. They smiled after the Praxians with a shake of their helms.
:: At least we have our own room. I have a feeling there is a story about how they have their 'original room' here on the Nemesis. ::
:: There is, Perce. They were captured just after bonding and Prowl got sparked. Bluestreak is their first sparkling and was raised here on the Nemesis for his first vorn or so, since that was how long they were missing. He's never given me all the details. :: Red Alert grinned at his mate with a leer. "Let's get that bath. I have news to share with you."
Let us just say that Perce was surprised and delighted that he was a Creator at the same time he was a Carrier and Hook was not a happy camper with four Carriers on his hands. Megatron was even more overjoyed than he had been before with his Seeker bondmate shaking his helm with a fond smile as the warlord scooped the two small mechs up into an embrace. Skywarp, Thundercracker, Starscream, Soundwave, Prowl, and Sunstreaker were already bickering over who would get to keep the sparklings first. The microscope and Lamborghini were happy to integrate into the Nemesis family once assured that there was no more fighting between factions.