A/ I know, I know, short chapter again. I'm sorry for that, but the writer's block is killing me not to mention that I'm tired as a dog from working 12 hours today and every other day, so if there are some mistakes in this chapter forgive me I wrote it just now. Anyway, hope you like it don't forget to review :)
Info: Cybertronian laguage
Somewhere in the Nevada desert, two large figures were sitting and talking as the moonlight shone down on them.
"I can not believe it. Miss. Jones is Spectra's sparkling," Ratchet said in disbelief, looking at Ironhide "Are you sure?" he asked.
"What do you mean am I sure?" Ironhide snapped at his old friend and comrade. "Of course I'm sure. The femme I love more than my life is a decepticon offspring," he said bitterly, lowering optics down.
Ratchet nodded in understanding, before he spoke.
"I understand you are feeling hurt right now, and that you feel betrayed, but don't you think you overreacting?" he asked.
Ironhide raised his helm to look at Ratchet; his dark sapphire blue optics met Ratchet's ice blue. Ratchet could see Ironhide wasn't pleased with what he was telling him, so he quickly added. "I mean, from what you told me I don't think she knew about it," he said.
"Are you taking her side Ratchet?" Ironhide asked him, his voice full of anger.
"I'm not taking anyone's side; I'm just pointing to what is obvious," Ratchet replied, trying to calm Ironhide down. "And, I think that there's more to this than meets the optic," he said.
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say that I scanned her when you brought her the first time to the base, and my readings didn't find anything cybertronian in her."
"Maybe your readings were wrong."
"My readings are never wrong,"Ratchet replied, sharply. "Look, we both know that when humans and cybertronians mate they produce technorganic, but Miss. Jones is 100 percent human."
"So?"
"So, either she isn't Spectra's sparkling or there is something we don't know, and we must find out what."
"I really don't care Ratchet whether she is or isn't Spectra's biological sparkling; she was raised by a Decepticon ergo deception is in her energon, and I do not want to do or have anything with her."
"Are you serious?" Ratchet asked him.
"Yes," Ironhide replied.
"Alright and what about a sparkling she is carrying?"
"What about it?"
"It's your sparkling!" he said almost yelling.
"I doubt it," Ironhide said, picking up the rock from the ground and throwing it.
"Primus…" Ratchet said, throwing his servos in the air. "Can't you see? Your hatred toward Spectra is destroying you, and not only that but you pushed away the only femme who loved you for who you are,"he said.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore; my mind's made up," Ironhide said, rising from the spot he was sitting.
"You're wrong Ironhide," Ratchet started as he too got up. "And I'm afraid that you'll regret this decision you made sooner or later, and then it will be too late for you to correct it."
"Whatever doc," Ironhide said, waving his servo. "I don't want to argue with you. Our priority is to find the rest of the Autobots as well Optimus," he said. "Did you tried to contact them?"
"Yes, and I already told you there was no response," Ratchet said.
"Maybe Lockdown offlined them."
Ratchet opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything he heard the roar of the engines in the distance. Both Ironhide and Ratchet turned their helms toward the direction of the sound. In the distance they saw five vehicles driving down the road and toward the spot they were standing.
"It's Bumblebee and Jazz!" Ironhide said, with a sign of relief putting his servos on Ratchet's shoulder. "They are online."
"Yes, but who are the others?" Ratchet asked, turning his helm toward Ironhide.