Lightstreak sat in the cage that she had been shoved into after being captured again. Lightstreak had tried reverting back to her bi-ped form but found it impossible. The time when you aren't able to transform any more must have set in. So now Lightstreak was stuck in her predicon form. She wished she was beside Smokescreen, because it had be three months since she had seen any new faceplates, and she could feel that their sparkling was on the verge of joining them.
Lightstreak groaned as the pain in her abdomen grew stronger, she sent a tremor through her spark to calm the anxious sparkling, and it worked! Lightstreak lay her helm back down on her front claws.
All of a sudden a large crash came from far off, the sound of blaster fire, and screaming, that of Starscream.
"Ratchet we have to find her, she has been gone for months!"
"Smokescreen I know you're anxious and worried, so are the rest of us."
"That isn't helping find her, if you won't start looking than I will!"
Smokescreen ran out of the door nearest him with a red mech in tow, the one named Cliffjumper.
"Smokescreen where are you going!?"
"To find my sparkmate!" Smokescreen yelled.
"Then let me help you!"
Smokescreen nodded and together they drove onward towards the last known place Lightstreak had been seen, the alley way.
As the two mechs came closer to the spot that Smokescreen had seen the drop of her energon they spotted drag marks, something they hadn't noticed before."Let's follow these marks Cliff…"
"Sounds like a plan!"
The two continued on until the trail ended. In which they let out a discouraged sigh.
"What quiet, do you hear that? It sounds like…"
"ROARING!"
The two mechs continued towards the sound until they reached an abandoned building outside of the cities limits. Smokescreen reached up to his comm. unit and proceeded to call the rest of the team, including Ratchet. Lightstreak would probably need the medic more than the warriors coming to save her.
Lightstreak picked her head up as a screen of smoke came over the room she was in. beams of red and blue shot through the darkness.
Over the gun fire she could hear a faint sound, the sound of someone calling her name, "LIGHTSTREAK WHERE ARE YOU!"
"I am over here," she screamed through her spark, "Keep walking forward, I can see your optics!"
Soon Smokescreen found himself standing in front of a downed predicon; it was Lightstreak's predicon form. "Primus what happened to you!?"
Lightstreak raised her helm and stretched towards Smokescreen. "Hold on I'll comm. Ratchet!"
Not long after he did so, the White and red medic found his way through the rubble to the distressed Lightstreak. Lightstreak waited anxiously while Smokescreen worked on the locks to the cage; suddenly a wet feeling befell the femme. She looked down at herself to see streams of trans-fluid seeping out of the cracks on her abdomen. In a scared sounding tone she looked towards Smokescreen and screamed.
From a distance, the mighty predicon leader could hear this scream and immediately arose to his pedes. Prediking rose into the Cybertronian dusk and flew in the direction of the scream. As Prediking made his way closer to the screams, he could make out a large building with smoke rising from within, raising fear in his spark in the thought that fellow kin could be in danger. Prediking pummeled through the roof of the building, destroying every level until he reached the lowest one.
There Prediking found a contained femme predicon, in which enraged him even more. Prediking ran up to the cage and slashed at the bars until they snapped in half. Prediking leaned his helm down and rumbled to the femme, "What is wrong, are you alright!?"
Lightstreak turned her head and bared her teeth towards the leader of the predicons, and she hadn't meant to be so rude. Lightstreak told herself that it was her carri instincts taking over. Prediking took a step back at being shown this scary side of the predicon femme, but wait a minute, she looked familiar.
"Lightstreak, is that you?"
The femme looked towards him than turned her helm back, letting out a groan of pain. Ratchet shooed the larger predicon out of the way, as he made his way into the cell. He quickly kneeled down in-front of the femme's abdomen. He carefully diagnosed the problem of being that Lightstreak was in labor, and there was no waiting for this, the sparkling was ready.
Lightstreak was now taking deep vents of air, nostrils flaring, and tail twitching. The moans grew longer and louder. Smokescreen thought to himself, "I have to get in there!" He made his way into the cell, rudely pushing his way past Prediking whom was looking onward with utter curiosity, not have seen a predicon birth before. Smokescreen sat down besides his mate's helm, and slowly he began to stroke her metal face-plate. "Ratchet, can we do something for her?"
"I am afraid not, I am familiar with Cybertronian birth, but not that of a predicon. I can only assume that it is similar to that of a human animal (A horse), just with minor differences."
Smokescreen sighed as he saw his whole life struggled to relive herself of pain. Lightstreak let out another loud high pitched squeal. Suddenly as if time seemed to stand still the sound of blasters died out and the smoke settled. Most of Starscream's followers had perished most that is besides Starscream and the drone named Steve. All gathered around the mangled remains of the cell to watch in awe as Primus worked his magic.
Suddenly a loud *SHING* was heard as a crack in Lightstreak's armor appeared. Ratchet pried the two pieces of metal apart to reveal a large bowl shaped space where a pool of silver liquid resided.
As the metal was pulled apart, Lightstreak screamed the loudest she had ever screamed before. She could feel the little scratches of the sparkling trying to escape its prison. Lightstreak flailed her wings and her helm as little tremors emitted from the large bowl of silver fluid.
"HOLD HER STILL!" Ratchet yelled.
Prediking planted his front claws on her wings, and Smokescreen pressed himself down on the femme's long neck.
"Wait, that femme was sparked!?" Starscream gasped over the silence.
Everyone looked towards him, in which Megatron proceeded to pummel the seeker into the ground with a heavy pede.
Ratchet watched the silver pool of liquid until a small snout appeared from within. He gasped in astonishment and quickly assisted the young predicon snout in staying above the liquid. Lightstreak grunted as the little head emerged as well as two tiny front claws. As the straining femme continued to grunt and squirm, more and more of the sparkling appeared into the new world. Lightstreak gave into one last groan, pushing the little predicon out fully into Ratchet's arms. Smokescreen glanced up from his position on Lightstreak's neck only to see his little sparkling in Ratchet's arms, safe.
Smokescreen glanced down at a panting form of Lightstreak. "Nice job, sweetspark…" Smokescreen was interrupted by Lightstreak as she let out another roar. She squeezed her optics shut tightly. Smokescreen leaned all of his weight on the femme's neck as she continued to wither more.
"Ratchet, you'd better tell me what's going on!"
"I think you're having two…"
Those last words left everyone watching in shock. It had been eons since a noted twin birth had happened.
Ratchet set the first sparkling next to Smokescreen as he turned his attention back to the second sparkling. Ratchet waited patiently but he saw nothing, minuets passed yet no movement appeared from the silver liquid. "Alright I'm going in…" Ratchet said. "Wait, let me try something." Smokescreen interrupted. Smokescreen concentrated and sent a simple beep through his spark, and moments later he received one in reply. "Just wait a little more Ratch; it's on its way…" And no later than he said that the surface of liquid quivered as a little snout edged its way through. Ratchet smiled and reached his servos in to assist the slow sparkling.
Lightstreak began to flop her helm upon the ground, as a loud rumble emerged from her vocals. Ratchet leaned in closer as the sparkling began to clamber out of the liquid. "Almost there, come on just a little more Lightstreak…" Ratchet soothed.
The femme tensed and with the end in sight she roared out a cry… one only Firon, Prediking, and any other predicon could understand. Firon transformed into her preditorial form and made her way to Lightstreak's helm. Prediking leaned his helm up against Lightstreak's side, Firon up against the femme's helm, and began to rumble deeply. It shook the femme's pained frame, helping her to relax. Lightstreak slowly opened her optics and looked towards Smokescreen, and then she looked forward. She slowly opened her mouth letting out a "meowish" sounding sound.
"Last little bit Lightstreak, come on!"
Lightstreak tensed one last time and let out a large bellowing moan, and it was just enough to allow the freedom of the second sparkling. Firon and Prediking came to Lightstreak's helm, giving her a reassuring purr. Ratchet handed the second sparkling over to Smokescreen as he set to work closing up the hole in Lightstreak's abdomen.
Lightstreak glanced up and saw the two little tails of her new predicon sparklings. Gently she allowed herself to lightly smile. Smokescreen placed the two squirming sparklings near their carri calming them on contact. Lightstreak turned each sparkling over and sniffed their unique scent, one a strong mech with his alpha's color code, and a feisty femme with her own color code. She decided then and there that they had their servos full, Smokescreen and herself.
The group of autobots and decepticons made their way outdoors and as the Cybertronian sun emerged from the horizon Smokescreen and Lightstreak (Still in her predicon form) stepped out into the sun. The femme squinted as the unknown light blinded her momentarily, until she refocused her optics and blinked slightly.
She looked towards the mountains in the distance, knowing full well it wouldn't be a good idea to raise two predicon sparklings in a busy metropolis. She looked towards Smokescreen than sent a message through her spark, "I don't think it wise to raise them in the city…"
Smokescreen sighed, but soon gave in to her reasoning. "Where would we go?"
She looked towards the mountains, the wilderness. He still didn't get the hint.
"Ungh the wilderness, there they could learn to hunt, learn to survive, learn how to be what they are!"
"Oh that would make sense!"