Ok, so major writers block but I think I got this chapter down ^^ Another time skip, maybe about four years later so our little Sparklings are about nine. Warning! If you don't like reading about sex talks don't read! Flamers will be burned at the stake!

Starlight's view:

Since that day that we shadowed Jazz, I now knew what I wanted to be. I wanted to be…ok I lied I don't know what I want to be but I do want to help with the war effort. Maybe a fighter like Hot Shot, or a spy like Prowl and Jazz or maybe someday I would be leader of the autobots!

"Starlight!" Ratchet called from the front of the large class room, making me and Bee, who was next to me, jump. Oh, did I mention all young bots where called in into this room for a special presentation? The room had two to a table, three rows wide and at least seven rows long. Bee and I had chosen to sit together smack in the middle of the room. Why we did this, who knows because now all optics were on us. I also noted that Hot Shot was here as well but to the left and further back and sitting with a mech I was unfamiliar with. He was Hot Shot's friend, Wheel...something. No idea what we were here for yet though, Ratchet kept going on and on about medical stuff. One thing for sure, I didn't want to be a medi-bot. "Are you even listening?!" The red mech glared.

"Of course I am!" I crossed my arms over my chest plate. He just rolled his optics and mumbled something about stupid young bots. "Now, as I was saying, does anyone know how Sparklings are made?" everyone immediately looked up at Ratchet with wide optics. Oh Primus…this is about interfacing. Not a good time to be sitting by your best mech friend.

"No one? Why does that not surprise me…" he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose as a screen started to come down behind him. "Red Alert! Lights!" he called to the back of the room and the lights went down. I'd heard Red Alert was going to be made second in command for the medical bots but right now was under Ratchet's wing as an assistant. Poor bot. Once the lights were out, the projector from the ceiling started up and a really old movie started playing. The title came up and my spark sank, Interfacing: What you should know. I saw Bumblebee sink lower into his chair and I let my helm fall to my desk.

The video showed everything…and I meant everything. From the process of interfacing (of course it wasn't actually showing real bots), the process that goes on inside the pod and of course the birthing process. I felt like purging my tanks all over the table. Once it was over the screen went up and the lights went back on. I looked around and saw I wasn't the only one grossed out and a bit confused. I also noticed that unlike Bee and I, most bots were sitting next to someone of the same interfacing parts. Femmies with femmies, mechs with mechs. Oops.

"Now, by the looks on all of your face plates you seem confused." Ratchet said as he rummaged under the desk up front and pulled out a few things. One looked like a giant tube with wires, an awkward cod piece and a few other things that I didn't know what they were. "Now then, this," he said putting a hand on the tube thingy. "Is a pod. Anyone know what it does?" Silence. "Ugh…a pod is where a sparkling grows. The process you just saw!?" he seemed angry but soon clamed down a bit. "Now, when a mech and femme interface, a small chip is created within the femme. That chip is taken out and placed into the pod. In the pod, there is a tiny protoform in which the chip is put into. The pod is placed into a femme's lower abdominal plating to keep it safe. The protoform will start to take in all of these wires and from a healthy sparkling." He said as he demonstrated a bit. "Every pod is specially made by experienced medical bots, like myself. So, if any 'bot does want to have a sparkling, they need to let me know so the chip has a place to go and doesn't die." He finished up.

I got it now but what were the other things? I didn't dare ask.

"Now this," he said holding up the weird cod piece. "Is a condom." Oh Primus… "A mech will wear it on his spike so as to not impregnate a femme." Ratchet said as he set it down. I wanted to just die right there, I could tell Bee did too. He went over a few other things like the femme condom and some kind of birth control stuff but I wasn't able to focus. I was embarrassed and mortified. Couldn't he have at least have mechs and femmies in two different rooms?! Oh well…

"…And that is all. Any questions come talk to me at the medical bay or Red Alert." He said and everybody got up and left as one big mass group.

Bumblebee and I walked awkwardly back to our apartment. Neither of us said anything to one another, even after we walked in and sat on our beds in our shared room.

"So…" Bumblebee said while looking up at the ceiling. "Want to play tag?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What? It's not like anything is going to change between us right? So why worry about…that stuff? For pit sake we're only nine stellarcycles! We have plenty of stellarcycles left before we can or even want to do that." He smiled his big goofy grin. He had a point…

"Yeah…you're right." I said as I sneakily grabbed my pillow. "We're just sparklings after all." I smirked.

"Sparklings?! I'm so not a Spark…oof!" I hit him in the helm with the pillow while he was distracted. "No fair!" he called but I was already out of the room and in the living space, laughing all the way. I turned back to see he had his pillow in his hand. I caught him off guard and hit him in the chase, but that gave him an opening to hit me in the helm. We both laughed and continued our little play fight until the door opened. We stopped and looked to see who it was.

"Hey! Who said you could have fun without me!?" Hot Shot smirked as he walked in. Both Bee and I smiled and attacked him. Who cares about what happens in the future? Bee's right, we should live for the now!