Okay, so it has been a bit rainy here where I live and the wifi went wacky. Aside from weather issues and connectivity, I am also a very bad procrastinator. So, do not be surprised when your email gives you several notifications on multiple chapters being uploaded all at once. I owe it to you all for being such a dork.

Alright!

So in this chapter you will get to know an OC by the name of Optronix Prime. I do not own this character-the author Optronix Prime does. She is an Autobot tortured by Shockwave while the Bots were in stasis for four million years and she is Bumblebee's bonded. She had many complications-all caused by Shockwave-and one of which impairs her the ability to procreate. She can bring forth sparklings, but her frame takes a huge toll and many of the times she is sparked, she ends up miscarrying. The poor femme is a mess and I feel a little bad introducing her like this, but oh well.

Please R&R!

I do not own any characters. OCs will be mentioned.

Chapter Four

Optronix sniffled as she remained on the medical berth; dry coolant tears stroked her cheeks, her optics on the white ceiling, "Why can't I carry like a normal bot?"

Bumblebee frowned as he held his mate's servo, stroking it gently. He didn't answer her and instead he kissed her servo tenderly as if she were to shatter.

She had miscarried the sparkling they had tried so hard for and now she was broken because her frame had killed it. The femme was in despair, hating herself for what Shockwave had done to her during the war. Her gaze went from the ceiling to her mate, full of sorrow as she spoke, "I'm sorry, Bumblebee. I am such a worthless mate... a worthless Ca-"

"Nix, honey, don't degrade yourself. None of this was your fault. Shockwave is to blame for this; he hurt you, he did this to you. None of it was your fault." he sat down on the berth and clutched her servo, his words as sincere as can be. His other servo reached out to cup her cheek and his thumb stroked the surface and the freshly fallen tears. "You are not worthless in any way. I love you for who you are and I don't want you hurting yourself thinking you are the contrary."

She said nothing as her gaze returned to the spot on the ceiling.

"It took us many attempts, but we can always try again. Perhaps, it wasn't the sparkling we wanted. Perhaps, Primus had other ideas-"

"Regardless, Bumblebee, I wanted the sparkling. I wanted to raise another sparkling with you. Frag what Primus thinks, I wanted to carry it." she huffed, new tears forming in the corner of her optics. "Why can I not be normal for once and not give a frag about all these complications I have? I didn't ask for this..." she began to cry again.

Bumblebee's spark nearly tore apart as he leaned down and embraced his mate, burying his faceplate in her neck and pressing small, soft kisses. She put her arms around him, sobbing, "Why me?!"

He sent calming pulses through their bond, silently begging her to stop crying, to calm down. Optronix felt like her world had collapsed one too many times; she could not carry without her frame thinking she has a serious virus and fights the newspark until it dies. Rhea was out of prayer and constant interfacing to keep up the transfluid count to prevent her frame from destroying the bitlet. But like the newspark she recently lost, Rhea was many attempts later and born premature. She cried, thinking she was a failure to her own self, to her mate, and to their daughter who was eager to have a younger sibling. How would they tell Rhea that her Carrier lost the sparkling? She was too young to understand what a miscarriage was.

"I-I-It's s-s-s-so unf-f-f-fair..." Optronix sobbed. "...unfair..."

"I know, honey..." he whispered as he held her closely. "We will have another sparkling. I promise. I don't care how long it takes, you will get one and carry the bit until it is born." he was sincere in his words. Bumblebee hated seeing his mate cry and suffer, assuring that she was pampered in the kindest ways possible and that she deserved only the best.

Optronix clutched Bumblebee tighter, "Please... all I want is one more..."

"Let's allow several orns for your hormones to calm down and regulate before we start trying. Miscarriage does a great deal on your frame." said the bug. "I don't want something happening to you."

She nodded, sniffling as she did so. Bumblebee wiped her cheeks clean of tears and smiled softly, "It'll be okay, Princess."

The femme smiled sadly, "I hope it will be sooner rather than later."

Optronix was released later that orn and she sighed as she felt the comforts of their home. Not ready to tell Rhea what had happened, she asked Bluestreak to watch over her for the night while she recovered. Bluestreak gave Optronix and Bumblebee his sentiments before taking Rhea who excitedly went along, skipping with her unrelated uncle. The femme went to their private wash racks, turning on the tub and filling it up with warm oil to loosen up her joints. Bumblebee was close behind her, slipping into the tub with his mate and wrapped his arms around Optronix.

The oil worked like magic, seeping into their gears and warming up stiff mechanics. Optronix sighed, leaning back onto her mate and smiled softly.

"Feel better, honey?" Bumblebee asked in a soft whisper.

She nodded, "Much better."

Bumblebee smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to her nape; he pulsated his love and affection to her with their bond as his engine gave a soft purring noise. She smiled, leaning back into his hold an returned the affectionate pulse with one of her own.

[[Bee, I love you. You treat me so well...]] she whispered through their bond.

[[Of course I treat you so well. My beloved Princess deserves the best that I offer and only the best. You're mine and only mine; nothing will deprive you of my love and affection that I carry for you, only you, and those that we create together in our lifetime.]] said Bumblebee as he nipped her jawline. [[I won't ever find another who can ever replace you.]]

[[I would hope not, honey...]]

Bumblebee chuckled, [[Never.]]

Optronix sighed as she walked up Jazz's and Prowl's doorstep, ringing the bell for entry. The familiar face of her comrade was her answer; Jazz flashed a wide smile as he stepped back and allowed her in, "Come on en, Nix."

She smiled, dipping her helm in greeting as she passed Jazz and entered their home. "Thank you, Jazz. How is Prowl? Is he doing alright with the sparkling?"

The ex-saboteur smiled with a nod, "He an' tha bit are doin' fine. Lil one es tirin' mah mate though. He's ay lazy mornin' mech now. Onleh donuts can git 'im out o' da berth an' some shower 'facing."

Optronix rolled her optics, "TMI, Jazz."

Jazz snickered as he led her to their berthroom where Prowl laid curled tightly and looked as innocent as he could. His mate reached over, smacking his aft gently, "C'mon, Prowler, Nix came ta see ya."

Prowl giggled as he onlined his optics and said with a demand, "Get me a donut, love."

"Aftah Nix leaves, then ya can 'ave all da donuts ya want." replied his mate.

The Enforcer sighed he uncovered his upper frame and sat up on the berth, his smile warm and directed towards his friend, "Hello, Nix. How have you been?"

The question hurt. Was she doing alright? Optronix kept her field tucked closely to her frame as she replied with a very faint strain, "I'm doing alright... Anything new with the sparkling?"

"Not really. The fluttering is still there and I can feel some of the sparkling's limbs growing and the helm is somewhere in there." replied Prowl as he touched his bump and rubbed it softly. "I've been recharging a lot more to the point I can't be doing desk work without sleeping on the job every few breems. Cravings have seriously hit me and I believe my cheeks are puffing up from the donuts I've consumed."

Optronix took this into account as she held her servos above the bump's surface and gently touched; she pressed along his sides and lower abdomen as she mentally projected a picture of the sparkling's current form. "Hm. Well, as for the donuts, you'll have to cut down on our overconsumption. You can't have the nasty stuff in them block up your fuel lines and make the birthing difficult. Jazz will keep charge of that. Take daily walks to help maintain your systems healthy because laying in berth during the second stage isn't the most efficient way to speed the growth of your sparkling. Walking promotes the work of the transfluid nanites to work efficiently. Berth rest is acceptable in the third stage."

"Here dat, Prowler?" asked Jazz with a bright smile, his dentas flashing.

Prowl stuck out his glossa at his mate like an impulsive youngling.

"Keep his transfluid levels at a high; interface at least once every two orns." the CMO instructed.

There was a private conversation going on that had Prowl grinning madly and Jazz chuckling darkly. Optronix rolled her optics, "Alright, mechs. Wait until I leave, please?"

Jazz chuckled, "Sorreh 'bout that, Nix. Prowler es tha one wit' tha dirteh mind."

"Ooh, way to put me on spotlight." said Prowl with a light rev.

The ex-saboteur made kissing noises at his mate who rolled his optics.

Optronix chuckled, "Such love birds you two are."

The CMO concluded her checkup and she stood up from Prowl's berth, "You have my instructions and whatnot. Make sure Prowl reduces his donut consumption and talk him on walks. Keep his gestation chamber as full as possible."

"Dat one can beh checked off once ya leave." said Jazz with a full blown grin. Optronix shook her helm in amusement.

"I'll be back next week." Optronix said.

Prowl nodded, "Thank you, Nix."

She smiled at the two mechs before turning and leaving with, "Bye, guys."