And Chaos Ensues
Chapter Five: A Noble Spark
Hound x Mirage x Trailbreaker
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Telepathic communication
He came out of recharge surrounded by warmth that could only be generated by more than one frame, sated and lethargic. It was the first time since before he had outgrown his first youngling form that he had truly felt safe and protected, making it a novel experience in and of itself just for that particular reason. What else he felt made the occurrence novel was that it was the first time he on-lined with both of his bondmates. Usually one of them was already on duty or he was the one having to wake up and make his way out of the nest they created with their frames around his. Ever since Prowl had moved to the Nemesis though, they were all able to get more time off, though he had been sent on far too many missions to the Nemesis where he did not bother to conceal himself like he was asked to. What was the point in doing so when the Decepticons were happy to welcome him and show him around, showing off their sparklings and younglings in the process? He was unable to get away from glowing Carriers and Creators and he found himself longing for a sparkling to call his own.
Without the stiffness that seemed to plague him in the mornings when he had to leave the berth early, he pressed his frame backwards into Trailbreaker's black chassis and off-lined his optics in preparation to return to recharge for a little while longer. Spending time with his bondmates like this was too rare not to be enjoyed and the heat was already lulling him into a half off-line state. Hound shifted in his recharge, pressing close to his two mates and sandwiching Mirage even more than he already was between the two larger mechs he was bonded to and adding even more heat to the niche that the noble was filling. That was enough to send him off-line and into recharge quickly and keep him there until Trailbreaker had to get up and go to his shift on patrol that Ironhide insisted be kept going even though the Decepticons were no longer a threat to them.
He whined rather pitifully when the largest mech of the three of them moved off the berth and went to his shift. His frame required more heat! It wasn't producing enough! His plating pulled in tight to his struts and his engine rumbled into life to heat the metal of his frame and keep it trapped as close as possible.
"'Raj?" Hound asked worriedly, his faceplates pulling into a frown as he was awakened by the noise of his bondmate's engine starting and his distress echoing over the bond. "What's wrong? Why are you cold?" He shook the blue and white mech gently, hoping to wake him.
Mirage's blue optics blinked open and on-lined slowly, peering up at the green mech blearily. "I'm tired, Hound, and rather cold. Do we have any thermo-blankets?" His voice was rather slurred and extremely out of character for the very precise mech.
"We do, but why do you need them? You already feel warmer than the normal temperature you run at."
"Oh, I'm sparked. That's all. My frame doesn't produce enough heat for the newspark, so I have to be kept warmer than normal until further into the second stage. This is only the beginning of the first stage."
Far away, out on his patrol route with Ironhide, Trailbreaker suddenly executed the sharpest U-turn any vehicle of his size ever had and tore off back towards the Ark. The red van stared after the black mech in absolute consternation. Whatever had sent him back to base wasn't something that Ironhide knew about, which was suspicious to say the least. The only way that could happen would be a private comm. or a bond. He really hoped it wasn't the latter. Trailbreaker was one of the steadiest mechs left on the Ark. Many of the rest had moved to the Nemesis after becoming sparked.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Hound asked the noble as he bundled his bonded's frame up in a thermo-blanket as closely as possible and hugged his chassis tight to his own, providing him with as much heat as he could.
"I wasn't quite sure that I was. All that my carrier told me was that you would know when this happened." He snuggled as close to the Jeep as he could, pillowing his helm on his bonded's arm. "It was warm enough this morning that I didn't need the extra heat, but since 'Break left it wasn't as warm anymore."
"He's on his way back now," Hound said, leaning down to nuzzle the noble's helm. "Prowl would be pissed if he were still here since 'Break's speeding..."
"Well, we are going to be seeing him soon and you know that Prowl somehow knows everything there is to know, even if none of Spec Ops tells him what happens he still knows."
"Aren't you adorable!"
Mirage blinked, dumbstruck by the way Megatron was acting. The last few times he had been there, the tyrant had been absolutely nothing like this. Sure, he looked like a human waif since he was walking around with a thermo-blanket wrapped around his frame, but that didn't mean he looked adorable – at least, not to anyone other than his mates.
Hound and Trailbreaker were stifling their laughter behind their hands as Prowl, who was standing next to the Decepticon leader, turned and looked at the silver mech like he had just grown another helm – though that might have been less remarkable than what he had said. The Praxian just vented a sigh and turned back to the Autobots standing in front of them.
"Welcome to the Nemesis. Ignore this ignoramus standing beside me; he's almost out of his processor in joy over having another set of mates expecting a sparkling on his ship. I'm sure you know the layout well, Mirage. Your room is next to Perceptor and Red Alert's and my bondmate is turning the heat up on your berth and calibrating a few other things in the room. I do believe you'll enjoy them.
Author's Note: I don't know what to write for the next pairing, so any suggestions are extremely welcome. Send me some requests or post them in a review! Thanks!