Disclaimer on 1st chapter.

Ratchet went to get what he been working on. He knew that they still had a few days left for the creator test. Optimus carefully picked up little Nightfire and was soon holding her close as her small hands gripped on of his fingers. That was when all of a sudden the equipment that was running the test results suddenly beeped. "The test rsults are done so soon?" Optimus asked in confusion as Nightfire gave a happy chirp as she snuggled against his chest as she was enjoying the warmth radiating off his armor.

"It shouldn't be done...yet." Ratchet said frowning as he walked over the machine and began his investigation. Optimus looked down at Nightfire who was more curious about what Ratchet was doing. Optimus smiled at Nightfire. She was a mysterious little sparkling that was for sure, as well as a very intelligent one at that. However he wondered why the matrix of leader ship had lead him directly to where Nightfire was hiding...well more like she was sleeping rather then hiding.

It was confusing as to why the Matrix had acted up like it had. The only thing he could think of was that one of Nightfire's creators, had been a Prime like himself. However Optimus, was the last of the Primes...so how could it even be possible? True there was always the possibility that Nightfire, might be destined to become a Prime when she was much older, but something inside him told him that was not the case in this situation. He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he looked down at nightfire.

If one of her creators was indeed a unknown Prime, Optimus was going to personally handle the situation. There was no excuse for not creating the nessuary bonds, that a sparkling needed. They were very lucky that Nightfire had bonded so well to them. He had seen what sparklings without those bonds grew up to become. In their race they were destined to be assassins and harden murderers with sparks as cold as ice, violent, dangerous and the well known fact that could never be trusted, since they had loyalities to no one but themselves.

Optimus is pulled out of this thoughts just as Arcee, Bumblebee and Smokesceen arrived. Sensing their arrival Nightfire turned carefully in his arms to chirped at them softly in a form of greeting.

"I guess Prowl and Jazz didn't catch, Ultra Magnus or wheeljack yet." Arcee said in disappoint of not seeing the two bots in medbay.

"So Doc, what are you doing?" Smokescreen asked him as Bumblebee stood beside him.

"Checking the creator test results...their susposingly done...I'm trying to figure out if the equipment didn't glitch out or something..." Ratchet said. Jazz then came running into the room almost out of breath. "Jazz sit down before you fall down." Ratchet said only to glance over his shoulder at Jazz. Jazz sat down silently but the look on his face clearly said, give me my baby or else. Optimus carefully shifted Nightfire over too Jazz who insteantly smiled at her as he held her protectively against him.

"Hello my sweetspark..." He cooed as he kissed Nightfire on her helm making her happily chirp and touch his face. Prowl soon arrived he was still furious but his anger seemed to vanish almost insteantly at the sight of his sparkling happily chirping and clicking up at Jazz who was smiling at her as he held her close. A warm smile appeared on Prowl's face as he walked over to his bondmate and sparkling. Nightfire looked up at him with a smile and chirped as Prowl reached out and rubbed her helm.

"So what happened to Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus?" Bumblebee asked.

"Ironhide and Bulkhead are putting them in the brig for now...I'm leaving their punishiment to the twins and Jazz." Prowl answered bumblebee.

The room fell into a uneasy silence just as the twins, Bulkhead and Ironhide arrived at the same time. They had over heared what Prowl just said as well. The twin grinned at each other with evil glee, before they approached Jazz. "Hi Night, you are so cute, and you had us all worried about you that you did cutie." Sideswipe said smiling down at his baby sister. Nightfire had this look of annoyance on her face when she was called cute. It was also clear that Nightfire did not like a lot attention drawn to her either, Optimus silently noticed while Sunstreaker crossed his arm with a smile.

"You gave them a death sentence Prowl...Your giving them to the pit spawn twins and too your bondmate?" Ironhide asked to make sure he heard that right.

"Yes...seeing how I don't trust myself at the moment." Prowl said honestly.

"No one is doing anything until I talk to them first..." Optimus said firmly before looking at twins and sending a warning look to Jazz.

"Fine..." The twin groaned as Jazz simply nodded to this.

"I DON'T SLAGGING BELIEVE IT!" Ratchet screamed looking horrified at the results. His sudden outburst had startled Nightfire making Jazz growl protectively.

"Language! I have my baby here, and I don't want her first words to be any cybertronian swear words, Ratchet!" Jazz snapped in irritation. Nightfire chirped while she looked a bit worried. However she chirped when jazz gently rubbed the side of her face.

"Ratchet, what does the test results say?" Sunstreaker asked seeing how he wanted too beat the living daylights out of Nightfire's biological creators, as did many other bots on the base did as well.

"The test results claim she has no known creators DNA, that matches any known cybertronians from the mass database...it's like she came from thin air. The damn equipment must be acting up..." Ratchet growled. "I'll try another DNA test latter once I find the problem with this machine..."

Smokescreen then approached the machine, and looked behind it, only to wince at what he had discovered. He then looked to face the others. "Smokescreen?" Arcee asked.

"I..,er...saw and found the problem...a few wires had been chewed through by a organic creature called a rat...it also fried itself." Smokescreen said. Ratchet groaned at those words, now he would have too spend time repairing the wires that the rat had nawed through. Oh how he wished they still had their old base, before the cons blew up their original base.

"Well then get rid of its body Smokescreen." Ratchet said.

"I'M NOT TOUCHING THAT THING!" Smokescreen yelled.

"I'll do it...You big chicken." Ironhide grumbled as he walked foreward and reached behind the machine as he pulled out the crispy fried rat. Nightfire stared at the sight of the dead creature hanging by its tail between to metal fingers, just as Ironhide then calmly left the room and most likely the base in order to dispose of the remains of the rat.

To Be Continued...