It had been a few months since Smokescreen and Lightstreak had bonded, and it was finally picking up at work. A few families had finally come in with sparklings to have been taken care of. The most recent case of care was the sparkling of Firestarter and Soundwave. The new sparkling was a beautiful grey blue and purple femme, in which they named her "Greypipe". Lightstreak attended to the needs of the new born femme, as the other medics tended to the carri.

Lightstreak left the hospital in a joyous mood as she made her way homeward. Lightstreak made her way to the door, but she was met with the coughing and wheezing of an ailing Smokescreen. Lightstreak pushed her way into the penthouse and saw Smokescreen keeling over on the ground. His coughing was putting a lot of tear on his wind pipe, as spurts of energon was beginning to fall out of his vocals. Lightstreak dashed to his side and stood him up. Smokescreen was weak; he couldn't completely support himself, so he leaned on Lightstreak.

Lightstreak made her way to the door, opened it and made her way down the stairs. When they reached the sidewalk Lightstreak commed Ratchet, he was the only one she could think of to help her.

"What is it Lightstreak?" He said in an agitated tone.

"It's Smokescreen, he's sick or something! I can't tell what it is without further diagnostics."

"Okay, calm down. Give me the symptoms he's showing."

"Um coughing up energon, super weak. His optics are flickering… Is he going to die?"

"Hmm, I'll notify an ambulance you just sit tight."

Lightstreak sat next to Smokescreen, his condition growing worse. Soon after her wait an ambulance arrived at their position. Ratchet as well as Seamist jumped out of the vehicle and helped put Smokescreen into the vehicle. Seamist ran over to Lightstreak and sat with her in the back alongside Ratchet whom was administering anesthetics. Minutes seemed like eons until they reached the facility, in which Ratchet pulled out the worsened mech. everyone rushed him through the darkened halls of the hospital until they reached a room for surgery, where some surgeons had already prepared for the case.

Seamist sat with Lightstreak as the surgery dragged on. Seamist attempted to lighten the mood by starting a conversation with the sad femme, but with no avail as Lightstreak just sat in silence until the surgery was near completion. Ratchet exited the surgical room and looked down at the two femmes.

"Lightstreak, we have good news and bad news."

"Well what is it!"

"Smokescreen somehow was infected with the Cybonic plague. Good news is we can stop it, bad news is we don't know how long it will take."

Lightstreak sighed and buried her hands in her servos. When she did look up she mumbled aloud, "I guess the team would want to be here just in case he takes a turn for the worst."

Seamist and Ratchet nodded as Ratchet went back into surgery and Seamist went to send for the former autobot team. As the hours passed the autobots began to slowly find their way to the hospital, and the first to arrive was Optimus Prime and Firon. Firon sat down next to the depressed Lightstreak and rubbed her back in a friendly manner. And after a while everyone except for one had arrived at the hospital.

"Where's Arcee?" Asked Bulkhead.

"She has school tomorrow, she needed her sleep to teach her students." Cliffjumper said almost laughing.

"Arcee? A teacher?" Bulkhead said laughing.

The rest of the team began to quietly chuckle, which raised Lightstreak's mood, only a little.

After a few hours the surgeons left the room in a semi happy mood. Ratchet came up to Lightstreak, and told her that Smokescreen had been cured of the Cybonic plague, but it would take a while for the medication to take its course.

"I also want to do a diagnostic scan on you to make sure you didn't catch it by accident."

Lightstreak nodded and followed the good doctor to a room that had a very futuristic x-ray machine. Ratchet had Lightstreak lie down atop the metal plated platform and instructed her to close her optics. She did as instructed and heard the beep of completion as her insides were transported upon a digital data-pad. Ratchet assisted the femme off of the table, and told her that she could go in to see Smokescreen as he looked over the newly acquired data.

Lightstreak dashed out of the room and down the hall to the room surrounded by the autobots. She dashed past them and nearly busting down the door, made her way into the room. Lightstreak rushed to Smokescreen's bedside and grabbed his servo. Smokescreen let out a pained moan as he turned his helm to look at her. He smiled a small grin with kind optics.

"Hey hone, how are you?''

"I'm fine."

"That's good." Smokescreen as he let out a vent of relief.

The autobot team slowly creeped in and began to converse with each other as well as Smokescreen. And soon as quickly as they entered the exited and left the couple in silence. Smokescreen slowly drifted back into recharge when Ratchet entered the room.

"Lightstreak I have news to share with both of you."

"What is it Ratchet?"

"I'll tell you in the morning when you both get some needed recharge." With that Ratchet quietly closed the door and switched off the light. Lightstreak grasped Smokescreen's servo as her optical coverings covered her tired optics. Quickly and quietly she fell into recharge. Smokescreen gently squeezed Lightstreak's servo as both of them went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Lightsreak fluttered open her optic coverings, with an aching pain coming from her abdomen, the feeling of nausea. She abruptly stood up and made her way to the nearest restroom. (IDK what cybertronian bathrooms are called!) As she made her way into the secluded room she could feel engine remains rising up her throat, luckily she had the guts(no pun intended) to keep it in. Lightstreak exited the bathroom and made her way back to Smokescreen's room. As she entered Smokescreen looked up from a small datapad and let out a small smile.

In his color he had defiantly improved, as well as no more coughing. She walked up to him and stroked the left side of his helm.

"How you feeling?"

"Fine, you."

"Not bad"

Soon Ratchet entered the room with a gleeful look upon his faceplate.

"Ratchet, I've never seen you so excited! What is it?" Smokescreen said perking up instantly.

Ratchet came up to the mech and the femme and showed them the data pad from Lightstreak's frame scan. The two looked at it, slightly confused. Even Lightstreak, a medic, had no idea what to look at. Ratchet sighed in an impatient tone.

"Look at the data-pad… See this stream of energy flowing from our spark Lightstreak? Well it's flowing down to your abdomen."

The two bots looked at the old medic in a questioning manner.

"*sigh* YOUR'RE GOING TO HAVE A SPARKLING YOU DUNCES!"

The couple was shocked; they were going to have a sparkling. Smokescreen was the first one to smile, and as he looked over at his shocked femme she melted down into laughs and giggles. The two hugged each other as lubricant ran down their face-plates.

"Smokescreen, we're going to have a sparkling!"

"I know!"