Title: Things That Keep You Up At Night
Prompt: Insomniac
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Optimus often had trouble with recharge. They all did, sometimes. It was only to be expected. They were at war, after all, and war had a way of keeping you up at night. Worries and what ifs were always floating around, wearing away at your will with doubts and fears. Memories crept in while you were unguarded, bittersweet moments with those you've lose, the horrors of the battlefield, every mistake you've made and comrade you've lost. All of your regrets. Optimus had trouble with recharge often, but never had there been such a sweet reason for it.
Optimus shifted the current source of his insomnia in his servos, smiling down at her in absolute adoration as she clicked and whirred and cooed at him. She seemed so tiny in his arms, though he knew she was a bit larger than your average newly emerged sparkling. His fault, he supposed. He was a fairly large mech, which had given Meissa plenty of room to grow. Despite the fact that they had gone to the trouble of building a sparkling berth for her, which the humans insisted was called a crib, Optimus carried her to his own berth and curled up around her, careful not to disturb the recharging form already laying there.
"Shh, now, Meissa. You'll wake up your creator, and then we'll both get an audio full. We're supposed to be on bed rest, and he needs his beauty sleep."
Ratchet's mouth plates quirked into a small, involuntary smile, and he was glad he had rolled to face the wall. Listening to his mate and sparkling interact was just too cute, and he didn't even mind if they kept him up at night.
Meissa is officially the cutest of all the sparklings. Like, you have no idea. She's also an absolute sweetheart who occasionally surprises people by being hilariously sarcastic when she's annoyed. I love her. She's second youngest of the sparklings, currently, just slightly older than Behemoth, who is the son of Ironbunker and Acid Rain. They're both OCs, the last two members of Nova's group of weirdo friends - a huge and surprisingly gentle, for a Decepticon anyway, femme and a Vehicon with a damaged paint job. Acid Rain and Discord are partners, and consider themselves brothers. These Author Notes will eventually get shorter, I promise.