Author's note. Thankfully the issue with FF's email system seems fixed for now, hopefully doesn't return. Hope everyone has a great weekend.
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"Urgh, I'm just glad he didn't spark us all up," she muttered. "Then I'd be surrounded by the little beasts."
How was it that slagging Megatron seemed to like them so much? She shook her head, she'd been working for too long and was tired. Ivory could wait a while, she needed to rest and regain her strength.
And hope her dreams contained nothing of sparklings.
...
"So my dears, what shall we do?" Megatron asked as he carried the two sparklings through the Nemesis. Nearly everyone was recharging so the place was quiet and still. He himself had not been sleeping well recently, his dreams were too confusing. And when he seemed to return to his beloved family, he would wake up and feel the aching disappointment of knowing he was still here.
So he preferred to occupy his time in ways other than sleeping. And it looked like these two little explorers had no inclination to sleep either. He wondered if their creators were sleeping or engaged in more...energetic activates. Well, whatever they were up to, he'd look after their little ones so they didn't get themselves into trouble.
"You're going to run your creators haggard if you keep escaping," he teasingly scolded as he reached the communication room, the place where Soundwave worked. The femmes seemed to love him just walking around, allowing them to clamber over his large armoured frame. However, he did feel a little tired so he took a seat and relaxed, enjoying the sound of their purrs.
"Hmm, it's good to be with you little ones but it will stress your creators out if you do this too much," Megatron mused, stroking their heads while they lay against his broad chest. "I have an idea."
He reached forward and typing a few commands, sending an open communication to the Autobot base. There was a chance no one would answer at such an hour but if they did...
"This is the Ark," came a tired voice replied. "Who is calling?"
Megatron tried not to smirk, whoever was manning the Autobot's communications was so tired, he hadn't registered who was calling. He paused, realising the video screen was not up and pressing a button, activated it. Beholding the sleepy looking Autobot whose name he could not recall, he said in a clear, crisp voice.
"It is Megatron who calls you."
The Autobot who'd been resting his chin in one hand, jumped, his hand slipped and he fell, banging said chin on the console. Falere and Aoide shrieked with laughter at the sight of the poor bot who was rubbing both his chin and optics, the sharp blow had certainly woken him up. Megatron allowed him a few moments to gather himself before speaking.
"I know it is late but if Prime or Elita is up, I would speak with them."
"S-speak with them?" the Autobot repeated in confusion. "Now?"
"If they are awake, yes," Megatron confirmed as the bot gaped at him and then stared at the two sparklings. "Call them."
"Um...okay...right away," the bot said, and Megatron nodded in satisfaction as he did so. While he waited, he thought about Elita when she'd been a little sparkling. Such a cute little thing and happy too. Funny, her mother had not seem afraid or even upset to see him...Megatron that is and he wondered about that. Why had she kept little Ariel from her Sire?
"Uh...sir?" the Autobot said tentatively. "Commander Elita One is available, she is coming to speak with you."
"Excellent," he said with a nod. "I shall wait for her then."
Aoide started to climb up his body again, he allowed her until she was right on top of him, chirping with pride. The bot watched with an open mouth, he could hardly believe that the slagmaker was permitting a sparkling to use him as a climbing frame. Megatron simply smirked, finding his confusion highly amusing. He simply stroked Falere who it seemed just wanted to relax and not bother climbing, she was surprisingly more docile than Aoide. He wasn't sure if this was her personality or if it was because she was the younger of the pair.
Time would soon tell.
"She's here," the Autobot suddenly announced, getting out of his chair and moving aside. Megatron sat up and Aoide squeaked at the sudden movement but held on with her claws.
"Sire," Elita greeted rather tiredly, blinking in mild surprise at the sight of the femme sparklings.
"Daughter," he replied, feeling something strange in his spark.
"Is something the matter, it's rather late to be calling," she asked.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, I couldn't sleep and I found these dears crawling around," he explained, adding with a smile. "Their creators don't believe they're escaping their cribs, Soundwave accused me of taking them. What do you think about that?"
"Well, Arcee used to hate being separated from us so she would leave her crib regularly and come to sleep with us," Elita said fondly. "We'd wake up with her on top or between us, sleeping soundly."
"Is...is that because of Maple?" he asked, feeling immense pain at the thought of his daughter being dead.
"We did used to wonder if that was why," she admitted sadly. "We kept her close for a long time until she settled and started naturally exploring the world around her. Sparklings can be surprisingly mobile when they want to be."
"I thought so," he stated thoughtfully. "Soundwave and Starscream will only believe they are escaping when they catch their daughters themselves."
She smiled, she could believe that. However...
"Why did you call?" she asked curiously.
"I called to ask if you would like to introduce these two ladies to the two Mechlings on your base," he stated, stroking Falere. "It's a shame for the only sparklings on Earth to be separated, I propose we meet up so they can play together for a time."
Elita looked utterly amazed at his suggestion.
"Truly?" she asked, amazed. "Just a meeting for the sparklings?"
"Yes, no tricks," he assured her, feeling a little sad. "I won't try to kidnap you or Arcee, I could never enslave you."
"I'm glad to hear it," she said softly. "Perhaps this meeting would be a good opportunity to talk about the future?"
"Yes, it would be appropriate," he agreed before asking hopefully. "Will Arcee come?"
"I can ask her, see how she feels," she said, seeing how much he wanted to see his grandchild again.
And the proof was his optics brightening at the idea of seeing her again.
"I hope Prime had made a good job of keeping mechs away from her," He then said and Elita forced herself to keep a neutral face. "I would not tolerate my innocent little Arcee to be... used."
"He did a good job, no mech dared to get close to her;" Her sire seemed pleased by this. "Besides, she was too aggressive for any mech that wasn't her sire to get close to her."
Megatron nodded and smirked.
No mech would dare to lay a finger on her!
"Good," He said as Falere yawned and cuddled his chest and he looked down at her. "I wonder when would their creators notice their absence?"
The warlord said this as Aoide climbed his head and kept her tummy on it balancing on it happily.
"I..." Elita tried watching her and thinking on a proper answer. "It depends how deep they are recharging."
"Very well, I'll keep them with me until they realise something escaped their quarters, besides, if they don't believe me, I have footage from Aoide climbing walls," he added rather happily.
Elita only stared wide opticed.
"Goodnight my dear, I'll be waiting for that meeting soon, please don't make your old sire wait too much."
The pink femme continued staring and could only nod.
Then he cut the connection with a smirk on his face.
Elita was rather cute with that surprised expression.
...
Arcee and Thundercracker were taking a shower after another passionate moment... But the new femme somehow got him to kiss her again, right in the shower and was about to convince him to-
"Oh for the love of Primus, Arcee!"
The femmling squeaked and the mech yelped.
"Mama! Can you knock?"
"I've been knocking and no one answered..." The mother said eyeing the seeker. "I can see you feel better, Thundercracker."
He only flushed and lowered his head and wings, unable to answer.
"Well, he doesn't, papa was too rude with him," Arcee tried to help only for her seeker to feel even more embarrassed.
Elita only growled and frowned at them.
"Arcee, get ready, today we're going out to see your grandsire; Thundercracker, you go back to medbay if you still have some things to fix, it would be better if Megatron doesn't sees you yet."
He nodded and Arcee tilts her head to one side. "Megatron wants to see me?"
"Yes." Her mother said. "Five minutes, Arcee." and with that she left the stunned couple alone.
...
Later that day...
The Nemesis...
Starscream, nor Soundwave could believe their leader... Or the proves of his innocence when they saw Aoide climbing the wall to escape.
It was hard to believe, even if it slapped them in the face.
Megatron only sat with a big smirk on his face as the two hyperactive sparklings continued climbing on him happily.
"This can't be true! Falere is too young to escape!" Exclaimed the SIC.
"Aoide: not like this; Megatron: influencing her." Soundwave almost growled at him.
Said leader could only huff in indignation before chuckling at their expressions. Even when Soundwave had his face covered, Megatron can easily read him... And his inhability to believe his little angel can fly by her own now.
"Aoide: let's go to carrier," Said telepath tried to take his sneaky daughter, only to have her screeching and attaching herself to Megatron like a limpet. "Aoide!"
The sparkling only screamed louder as he tried to pull her to him without sucess frustrating her sire.
Even Starscream was having fun watching this and covered his mouth to hold a laugh.
Soundwave audibly growled and let go of her; if he continued pulling he'd end up ripping her arms and legs from her.
Whatever spell Megatron had on her was a powerful one.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm taking this two dears for a walk today, I've made plans with Elita and the other sparklings, I hope you don't mind," Megatron just let them know standing up towering over them.
"You... What?! And who gave you permission to take our sparklings out?!" Screamed Starscream as Megatron only gave him a neutral gaze.
"Myself, I'm your leader, I can take them. Besides, I enjoy their company a lot and they enjoy mine, so, some fresh air won't harm them."
Starscream's left optic twitched and Soundwave's fists tightened.
"Say 'bye' to your sires dears." He then said walking away with the girls... And to their surprise, they indeed climbed to his shoulder and waved at them.
The two sires' expressions were priceless... If only Skywarp was there to take a picture...
"I...I cannot believe him!" Starscream exclaimed in disbelief.
"Affirmative," Soundwave agreed, he did not understand this at all. His beloved daughter was completely at ease with Megatron, just how had he managed it? Clearly Megatron had done something but for the life of him, Soundwave could not work out what.
"Well don't just stand there," the Seeker snapped furiously. "Make yourself and send one of those flying cassettes after them, make sure they're safe!"
Soundwave started before obeying, he could not allow his precious daughter to go off alone like that. His chest opened and Laserbeak flew out, transforming and landing on his arm.
"Objective: Track Megatron and watch Aoide...and Falere," Soundwave commanded. "Make sure they are safe, report back."
Laserbeak squeaked in acknowledgement before shooting off after their retreating leader. The two Mechs remained where they were, wondering what to do next.
"I...suppose we should tell Darklight and Echo," muttered Starscream, not looking overly pleased.
"Affirmative," groaned Soundwave, this was not going to be pleasant. But it had to be done and at least Laserbeak was watching over their daughters, that did make him feel a little better.
"Elita won't allow them to be harmed," gabbled Starscream already trying to think up good excuses to tell his mate. "She'll protect them from that insane Mech."
Soundwave made a grumbling noise before marching off, he had to speak with Echo now. Maybe he should have done more but Aoide just would not let go. How could she enjoy being with Megatron over him? Her own Sire at that.
He just hoped Echo did not hate him too much for what had happened.
...
"Megatron wants to introduce all the sparklings?" Firestar said, completely taken aback by what Elita had told her.
"It seems so," the pink femme said slowly. "It was so strange, they looked completely happy on top of Megatron and he looked so...peaceful. Like they were his own sparklings."
"Huh, that's a change," mused Firestar, stroking her little son's head. "Well...it would be nice to meet up with the other sparklings...do you think we would be safe?"
"I will make sure we are," Elita said firmly. "But what I think we should do is that I approach Megatron with Arcee and if all seems well, take the sparklings from him and bring them over to you. We will speak with him while the sparklings play, I won't let him near yours if you don't want it."
Firestar nodded, thinking it over. She knew Elita would never put any sparkling at risk, perhaps they should give it a chance.
"Alright, we'll go," she declared, still stroking Taser's head. "What about Chromia?"
"I told her about Megatron's proposal," Elita stated gravely. "I told her she did not have to do anything she didn't want to, I just wanted to let her know Megatron is bringing the femme sparklings near and suggested our mech sparklings play with them. She said she'd think it over."
"So she might go for it?" Firestar said in surprise, she knew the blue femme was still understandably angry over what had happened.
"She might," Elita mused before glancing over to the door. "Optimus is determined to come along to, but I told him to remain in the background. I'd rather he stay near you and Chromia if she comes, I can handle Megatron if he tries anything."
"I know," grinned Firestar, her commander would not hold back even if the Mech was her Sire. "So...is loverboy coming too?"
"I'm pretty sure that would be a terrible idea," Elita said wryly. "Thundercracker has said that Megatron keeps attempting to beat him up when he sees him, if he spots Arcee's intended now, I have no idea what will happen."
"He must have powerful instincts," the flame coloured femme stated thoughtfully. "I've heard that bots from Kaon have strong code based senses. If you'd been raised with him, he would have known if you'd been with any Mech."
"Then I'm glad he wasn't," her commander laughed. "I do not think I could have coped with an overbearing Sire chasing away all my boyfriends."
Firestar also laughed and said. "Let's be glad my little guy is a Mech, imagine having five Mechs hovering over him if he was a femme."
This made them both laugh some more and Taser chirped curiously, wondering what was so funny. Grownups could be very strange sometimes.
...
Megatron waited patiently for his daughter and the others to arrive, Falere and Aoide napping against his armour. They had loved the flight over to this quiet spot, squealing happily as he'd held them tightly. After arriving, they'd gone crazy, wanting to explore everything in sight but Megatron had managed to calm them down with some treats and now they just wanted to rest. He was sure once the others arrived, the sparklings would perk up again.
He hoped Elita and Arcee did come, he really wanted to wrap them in his arms and tell them he was sorry. His spark had not felt right since they'd left, he needed them near again.
"What do you think?" he asked the sleeping femmes. "Will they come?"
There was of course no answer and he sighed.
"If only they were both sparklings, I could probably fix things between us then. At least Arcee is still innocent, that is something."
Idly, he dug his fingers into the soft, sandy ground he was sitting on, watching is the earth split apart and crumbled. His mind began to drift to Ivory and Maple, how long had it been since he'd last seen them? All he wanted to do was leave this nightmare and wake up safe and sound with...
"Megatron."
He started and looked up in surprise, he'd almost forgotten where he was. But standing there was Elita, looking as beautiful as ever.
"You came," he exclaimed, surging to his feet, regardless of the sleepy complaints of the femmes.
"Yes," she said softly, coming over to him. "You really brought them."
"Of course," he said as she reached to gently stroke Aoide's head. "Is Arcee here?"
"Yes grandpapa," came the voice of his only grandchild and she emerged from the shadows.
He smiled at her, his spark felt lighter already. Eagerly, he asked.
"Did you bring the sparklings?"
"Yes," she said with a nod. "Dynamite and Taser are here."
"Wonderful, these little ones need new playmates," he stated as they began to wake up with curious chirps.
Answering chirps made them wake up instantly and they were swarming up him, waiting to see the newcomers. They were positively delighted to spy two femmes carrying Mech sparklings and began chirping furiously to greet them. The little clearing was filled with their voices and those of Taser and Dynamite causing everyone to relax. Megatron smiled, pleased they could put aside their difference for now, those Mech sparklings really looked...
"He has red optics!?" he almost yelped at the sight of Dynamite in his mother's arms.
Chromia scowled at him at that and her mechling chirped at her sudden change of aura.
"I..." He hesitated before saying anything else. It was his fault after all, he can feel it.
Tension covered the field they were in, then Megatron passed his two little companions to Arcee and Chromia gave Dynamite to Elita...
...and then hell unleashed.
"It's your fragging fault! I fragging hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" The blue femme launched herself towards the Decepticon warlord and beat his face, chest and the rest of his torso mercilessly as he remained quiet and motionless, allowing her to take her rage on him...
...just as he did with her that day.
His spark felt heavy... thanks to his doings, this sparkling was born earlier, and not just that, but he'd also forced his code in him!
"Bastard!" Chromia half roared, half cried before finally giving him a hard blow between his legs, right on his crotch.
'Okay, that was too much,' Megatron thought as he doubled over himself and cried in pain as the femme now beat his back, then ripped off his helmet and beat him with it.
Head panels revealed but thanks Primus the livid femme decided to ignore them... they were sensitive.
Then, as a storm leaving, Chromia collapsed on the sand and wailed her disgrace.
"'Mia..." Said Firestar hurrying towards her.
Megatron sighed and wiped his mouth from blood before turning towards her: "I know it means nothing, what I did was horrendous and indescribable, I wish I can get your forgiveness, not now, not tomorrow, but perhaps one day, if you ever feel like it."
The femme sobbed and the sparklings chirped at her trying to calm her down.
"I swear on my spark and everything that is sacred that I will do everything in my power to keep you and your son safe, and even if I've already hurt you both, I won't do it again, I'll rip myself to pieces before doing it again."
Chromia continued sobbing, but hugged her mechling close; Falere and Aoide hugging her too.
In the distance were Optimus Prime and Jazz staring in awe at what just happened:
Megatron allowed Chromia to take her rage on him and he... just let her!
"Somethin's indeed wrong with the slagger," the saboteur couldn't help but say. Optimus only grunted a positive.
Then they watched how minutes later Chromia kept herlsef away from Megatron, the tension dissipated and the sparklings played... and then said Decepticon leader sat Arcee on his lap, head panels rising and he sniffed at her neck.
A chill ran through Prime's spine.
"And how's my little femme coping with this annoying heat?" He then asked still unable to control himself and sniffing the back of her neck now.
Arcee giggled as it tickled her; it had nothing to do with sex, but it was fun, and also scary, as if her grandfather was examining her and looking for her virginity... or something else.
His nose then went to the middle of her chest and he growled.
She tensed.
"Bad, grandpapa... I hate it... I burn all the time and there's nothing to extinguish it."
He grunted before asking her: "Have you allowed any mech to touch you?"
'How does he know?!' Arcee almost panicked, but then said: "Of course grandpapa, the medic and papa."
Megatron grunted again and hugged her possessively as if she was in danger or something.
"Have you ever mated?" He then asked her and she played the innocent sparkling:
"Mated?"
Her face and big blue optics were those of indeed pure innocence.
"Yes, you know, allow a mech to thrust his spike in you," He grunted and she shook her head, lying.
"Um... how?" She then asked.
Her grandsire grunted again and then settled her better on his lap as if ready to give her a lesson:
And he did...
"When a femme is in heat, she, as you said, burns, but for touch, she doesn't knows exactly how to extinguish the fire as she's innocent and inexperienced; however, there are evil mechs around that would not hesitate to take the innocent femmling's seal and pierce it with their spike."
Arcee pulled a worried/disgusted face; was her grandsire really giving her 'the talk'?
"And as long as the femme is in heat, he will use her as he sees fit... even if she ends up with spark, her heat won't be over until a certain amount of time, and her partner, the one who claimed her still won't care and will end up hurting her and the sparkling inside her, in consequence, both can die."
She gasped at that. Thundercracker would never-
"That is why the SIRE..." He said this spotting Optimus and his Third at the distance. "Must protect the femme from those mechs in heat that will try to take the precious femme for their own egoistical purposes."
She nodded and much more away from them, Optimus felt... depressed. After all, he'd failed her as a sire.
"I still don't know how, but we, Kaonians, can feel when our daughters or granddaughters were with someone... or when someone was with them..." He continued sniffing her chest again.
She tensed again.
"Is your seal still intact?" He asked and she nodded, causing him to grunt.
"Y-you don't believe me? Ask Ratchet!" The femme hurried to say but he was growling.
"Have you kissed anybody?" The warlord then asked her and she shook her head no.
"Have anyone tried to force themselves on you?"
Her answer was another 'no'.
"Do you have a secret lover?"
Her spark almost jolted out of her case... he just didn't let go about that subject!
"No, how can I?" She insisted as well.
"Then a secret admirer?"
"No, I cannot have one, grandpapa, I've beaten the slag out of those who dared to get close to me, just ask anyone!" She exclaimed this time and he frowned at her.
"Good," He said still suspecting something and petting her head. "If I ever find him around you, or if I ever feel him, I'll rip off those wings of his!" He declared not really knowing what he was saying but caused Arcee to pale and clam shut her mouth. "I'm just clad my little femmling is safe and that her useless sire did made a good job on protecting her..." Megatron added by hugging her against his chest smiling widely.
Arcee was now officially scared for her poor Thundercracker, if Megatron ever crosses paths with him again... or soon, he will keep his promise!
"Optimus has done a wonderful job," Elita said pointedly, her poor mate had done everything to keep their little femme innocent. It was just bad luck Arcee's crush had stumbled across her during a bad part of her heat.
"Hmm, we'll see," he said, stroking Arcee's head as she cuddled against him.
He looked over to where the sparklings were playing, they were loving each other's company. It had been a good idea to bring them together, he was just sorry he'd caused Chromia so much pain by seeing him again. Honestly, he'd no idea he'd caused that amount of damage to that sparkling, the little one would never be rid of the code forced upon him. And undoubtedly when he was older, he would want to know why his optics were red while his creators had blue ones.
This would lead to the revelation that a Mech not his real sire had dared to attack his mother and said Mech had a claim on him. Megatron knew that if he'd desired to push it, he could have declared he was Dynamite's second Sire and thus, entitled to make decisions on the sparkling's future. He was glad that he had no intention of doing so, he'd done enough to the little one.
"He's a handsome sparkling," he suddenly said, indicating Dynamite. "Ironhide must be proud of his son."
"He is," Elita confirmed, at least her Sire appeared to feel remorse for what he had done. "And he's getting stronger every day."
Nodding thoughtfully, Megatron suddenly pulled her onto his lap as well and sighed happily. His two beautiful femmes, it felt so good having them with him. Unable to resist it, he breathed in Elita's scent and instantly detected Prime's distinctive smell, meaning the two of them had mated. A low grumble escaped him but she was fully grown and bonded, there wasn't much he could do at this stage. At least he could have a say in Arcee's future when it came to mating.
"They're having a good time," Firestar murmured to Chromia, some distance away. The blue femme still looked rather grief stricken but for now, the anger seemed drained out of her.
Aoide had climbed on top of Taser, chirping happily while Falere cuddled against Dynamite. Previously, they'd been digging in the sand and then piling it up, completely unbothered by the grains now coating their frames. All of them were going to need warm bubble baths when they returned to their respective bases, especially Dynamite since his protoform was still rather delicate.
"Yeah," Chromia agreed with a sigh. Her son did look happy playing with his new friends, none of them cared about his red optics. She loved him but sometimes when she saw those optics, she was reminded of Megatron's crazed, lust filled ones. And she hated that so much.
"Was the crotch hit fun?" her friend tried in a causal tone and Chromia's lips twitched, that had felt good.
"A little," she said just as causally. "Maybe I should have hit harder."
"I dunno, judging by his expression it was hard enough," Firestar said slowly, glancing over at Megatron. "But another probably wouldn't have hurt."
Again, Chromia's lips twitched, it was hard not to laugh when Firestar started to mess around. She looked again at the sparklings and a thought occurred to her.
"You know...I'm surprised Echo and Darklight aren't here. Or even the Sires," she stated, glancing around as though they might pop out at any moment. "I couldn't have let Dynamite come here without either me or Hide."
"Hmm, it is strange," acknowledged Firestar, she wouldn't have let Taser come alone either. "You don't think Megatron just took them without asking?"
"It's Megatron, he does what he likes," scoffed Chromia, now looking over at where the grey Mech was still keeping Elita and Arcee close. "Huh, imagine what he'd have been like if he'd gotten Elita young. Complete control freak."
"I can see that," agreed Firestar. "Think he will end up with a sparkling?"
"I'd be amazed if he doesn't," Chromia said softly, sadly looking over at Dynamite as he grabbed hold of a flower and started waving it about. "Guess for now he'll have to be content with any kids Arcee or Elita have."
While they were talking, Laserbeak was actually resting in a nearby tree, taking in the whole scene and relaying it back to the Nemesis. Where Starscream and Soundwave were watching very closely along with their mates.
"I still can't believe you let him go," Echo scolded them.
"Apologies," Soundwave said softly, squeezing her shoulder. "Megatron: Determined."
She made a noise of exasperation but had to admit, she did like seeing all the sparklings together. It was one thing that made captivity easier, the fact that her child would have playmates. Now she hoped that a truce could be declared soon so that these sparklings could continue to meet and play with each other.
Soundwave flinched. It was the first time he saw his gentle mate so angry... Angry enough to throw something at him -and maybe not break it.. But still-
"Look at my little femme, it seems she got herself a boyfriend," Darklight said causing Starscream's wings to rise up in anger.
No way he was allowing his daughter to have a mate at such young age!
"They look so cute together!" Her mother continued cooing as Dynamite gave the seekerlet the flowers he picked and she giggled, accepting them.
Starscream was about to explode.
Then Falere kissed Dynamite's cheek... And that was it.
"No way I'm leaving MY daughter to mate a common grounder! She's too young! And he'a not at her level!" He roared startling the other three and allowing Echo's anger to clear a little.
"My daughter will bond a prince!" He declared walking out towards the exit, stomping angrily.
"Oh no... Aw, come on Screamer, they're just playing!" Hurried Darklight after him. "I was just teasing!"
But she couldn't reach him as he started running.
"Oh no... Wave!" Echo looked at her mate and he understood and ran after the seeker to follow him.
Seconds later they were both flying towards the place Megatron and the others were.
...
Meanwhile Elita couldn't help but tell her sire Mirage's situation and how the nobles still behaved no matter what.
"They don't care about him, they just... Sold him to her!" She exclaimed.
Megatron grimaced.
He'd met the seeker princess... Intimately, and even if he was against what she was doing he couldn't stop her... He owes her too much.
"But... She likes him?" He asked and both femmes on him nodded. "And... Defended him against those who hurt him?" More positive answers.
"But sire... He doesn't love her! He doesn't even knows her!" Elita tried.
"But mama," Arcee instead said. "Slips is a good femme... And... Once the war has ended his creators would have sold him any ways."
Megatron's grim face darkened at that.
"She loves him, she would rip off her spark before hurting him, is what she said to me," Arcee continued. "Besides, he accepted her courting."
Elita's optics widened. She didn't know that part of the story yet.
"She asked him to court and he accepted, since both are pretty much trapped in that situation and must work together," The young femme said.
Silent seconds passed until finally the femme comander spoke again: "But its still unfair! Our children are very much capable to chose who they want and when-" She stopped herself as her daughter was looking at her with a big grin.
"Never mind; I'm just glad they figured things out," She finished while crossing her arms and looking away from her grinning daughter.
Megatron seemed pensive. "So... She chased him all around your base, glued your soldiers on the roof, painted them, wrote his name with them and she's hot and very good in berth... And a princess... Even if he was 'forced' to accept her... What kind of idiot would say 'no' and cry around because of it?!" He finally added.
"If I was him I would have even said that we slept so the ceremony would be celebrated faster."
"Sire! You're not giving Arcee a good example!" Exclaimed an angered Elita.
And he looked down at his wide opticed granddaughter as she processed every word he said.
"That doesn't run for you," He finally added causing her to frown and huff crossing her arms.
Away from them, Optimus let out a vent as he heard every word. Jazz however couldn't help but snicker.
"But that's not the point!" Continued Elita. "But what his creators do to him without giving any importance to his complains!"
At that Megatron had conflicting thoughts... On one side was a hot femme with many talents, on the other, injustice. He didn't know what to think but that he's a lucky slagger who got himself a VERY good femme.
If Slipstream hadn't escaped that day -the warlord couldn't help but think- he would have made her his favourite, especially if she played well her cards as he know she's very smart... As if her escaping wasn't proof enough.
If she'd never escaped and met Mirage, he would have her pregnant by now with his child and him possibly obeying her like a good trained pet.
Flinching at that thought he considered himself lucky that she escaped in the end and found another.
That thought lead to others of the same nature with him and the seeker princess together and her -somehow- making him obey her every whim.
"Sire...? What are you thinking?" Elita tried as seeing her father spaced out and was not listening to her any more.
"Hmm?" he said, shaking his head slightly before looking at her. "Nothing important daughter. Anyway, it's good if Mirage and Slipstream are working together, she is a very strong personality and could easily dominate him."
"She's already dominated him into an arranged courtship," Elita said disapprovingly. "I warned her several times to back off but she wouldn't listen."
"At least she is now," Arcee said reasonably. "I heard that she let Mirage set the date for their bonding even though it's ages away."
"So she's trying to give him some control," Elita mused. "I'm glad she's come to her senses, even if it was rather late. But it must be possible to prevent forced bondings like this in the future. Sire, is this not what you originally fought against?"
"Among other things," he agreed with a nod. "Although I'm sure you already know how hard it is to crack the upper castes."
"I know," she said with a sigh. "But that doesn't mean we should give up, social change can take time but it is worth it in the end."
"Indeed," he murmured, thinking over his position. He'd been trying to defeat the Autobots for so long, he'd almost forgotten his original goals. "Perhaps we can..."
A distant noise interrupted him and he frowned, that sounded awfully like...
"Starscream," he exclaimed as the Seeker came into sight, transforming and landing neatly.
The Seeker ignored him and instead marched right over to where the sparklings were still playing. Falere chirped in delight at the sight of her Sire and the others looked interested but Starscream had a very angry expression. Jabbing a finger at Dynamite, he hissed.
"She is not for you!"
Not understanding him, Dynamite chirped curiously, still cuddling with with his new friend. Chromia was already getting up when Starscream darted forward and snatched up Falere, holding her away from the little Mechling. Dynamite started to whimper, his friend had been taken away and this stranger was looking so angrily at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chromia demanded furiously, scooping up her son and holding her close.
"Your son was making a move on her," he declared hotly just as Soundwave landed.
"What is that idiotic Seeker blabbering about?" Megatron demanded of his Third, standing up with Elita and Arcee in his arms.
"Starscream: Does not think Dynamite is suitable mate material," Soundwave explained and they all stared at him incredulously.
"What!? Are you insane, they're sparklings!" Megatron said in complete disbelief.
"You're crazy Seeker, he was doing no such thing," Chromia snarled at Starscream. "What is wrong with you Cons?"
"How dare you!" he said indignantly, wings flaring. "My daughter deserves far better than a common grounder."
"Common grounder?" she repeated, still trying to comfort her son but getting even more angry. "Now listen, you slagg..."
"Enough!" Megatron interjected in his most commanding voice. He released his femmes and marched right over, stepping between the two angry creators but directly his glare at Starscream.
"I don't know what your glitch is Starscream," he growled. "But you're spoiling a perfect moment for the sparklings."
"They...!" Starscream began but was overruled by the Kaonite.
"Were playing like normal sparklings," he snapped. "None of them were 'making a move' on another, they are exploring this world and demonstrating affection towards their playmates. Which is perfectly obvious to all but you."
"How would you know?" Starscream demanded heatedly. "You've never raised a sparkling in your life."
"And yet I know better than you," Megatron sneered. "Now just where did this foolish notion enter your processor?"
"Darklight made joke about how cute together Falere and Dynamite are," Soundwave supplied helpfully as Starscream glared at him. "Did not mean anything by it."
"He gave her flowers and she kissed him!" he exclaimed as though that explained it all.
"You're glitching," Megatron stated flatly. "I thought it was femmes who get overprotective over their offspring but you're taking it to a new level. Apologise to Chromia and her son."
"I do not see why I...," the Seeker started to say but Falere started making noises of distress. She could see her new friend was upset and wanted to comfort him but her Sire wouldn't let go of her despite her wriggling. "Falere, stop that."
Megatron rolled his optics, did Starscream truly not realise how much he was embarrassing himself.
"Look at him," he commanded, pointing at little Dynamite. "Does he look capable of seducing your daughter?"
Starscream huffed, he couldn't believe that Megatron was speaking to him like that. However, he still looked mulishly at the Mechling with red optics only to find them swimming with fluid. His spark couldn't help but soften, the little one looked so unhappy that guilt started to worm it's way into his systems. He still didn't fully trust any Mech with his precious little femme but...maybe he had been rather hasty.
"I...well...he doesn't look so bad," he mumbled a little awkwardly although Chromia was still giving him an exceedingly dirty look.
"Try again, Screamer," she said contemptuously, rubbing gentle circles on Dynamite's back.
Falere's whimpering was getting louder, she was reaching out for her friend who held out his hand towards her as well. Starscream glanced down at her, his face creased in concern, he did not like seeing her like this. With only a small grimace, he said softly.
"I'm sorry for upsetting your son."
"Still got a problem with them being friends?" she questioned sardonically.
"Uhh!" Falere whimpered more insistently than ever.
She seemed ready to cry... As loud as possible.
"No?" He tried.
"Exactly," Nodded the blue femme.
He grimaced and gave her his daughter so she can comfort her friend. Immediately both calmed and cuddled, but still in tears, still scared.
Chromia held them before sitting again.
Starscream crossed his arms watching them before looking at the place Laserbeak was as if looking at Darklight herself with a frown.
"Do not expect my family to approve this... Or your behaviour once they meet you," He hissed so only the cassete can hear and transmit.
Somehow that made the femme back in the Nemesis to shiver.
Echo placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. "He's right, Darklight, you should stop teasing him, you've seen him overreact? What fun can you get from it?"
The other femme only huffed and roughly removed the other's hand from her shoulder. "Hey, is not my fault he can't cope with some bullying!"
Echo only shook her head: "You're playing with fire..."
"If his fragging family rejects me, then I'll just take Falere with me and leave!" Exclaimed the now angered Darklight.
Echo sighed and shook her head again. "They won't allow it... You don't know how nobility is... And never in your life you dealt with royalty. You better behave and play your cards well. And stop molesting Starscream."
"Only a stupid submissive femme like you would say that. No wonder why Megatron fragged you!" Spat Darklight; but Echo only frowned at her.
"That's all I have to say to you. Now, excuse me," She said turning from the angered femme who still barked at her:
"Oh! Go away and cry, you weak singing whore!"
Echo rolled her blue optics and sighed, after all Darklight's insults hadn't affected her at all. "She will be in big troubles if she can't control that mouth of hers... And I doubt Starscream's family would stand it... Poor Darklight."
Meanwhile now Starscream and Soundwave were sitting next to the Prime and Jazz as Megatron, the femmes and the sparklings were still having their day off.
"So? When are we delivering old bucket head the news?" Asked the annoyed seeker still watching after his daughter who played with Dynamite.
"Soon I hope. Thundercracker wishes to speak with his family first. He already called them and they are in their way here," Informed the Prime and Starscream frowned. "What is it?"
"I think..." The seeker started. "That you and your mate should be there as well, and me too.
Optimus and Jazz shared a look. "Wha'? They would castrate him or something?" Joked the TIC but soon he became serious again watching Starscream's seriousness.
"That and decapitate him and deliver the head to the sire of the offended femme, his wings will be cut off and burned and his body stabbed over and over again with swords to show how the family is disapproving his acts for daring to take a new femme's virtue... A femme who's practically a princess too."
Silence followed. Even Sounwave seemed stunned.
"Our culture is very strict when new femmes are concerned, especially if she's... Royalty as Arcee practically is.
He must have waited for her to grow, then ask her and if her creators are okay with her taking a lover... And then if they aren't... Ask his creators to court a femme and then his creators must ask you. If both agree, the Winglord then must bless the union. If he doesn't, they must part ways."
Thick silence continued as Starscream explained.
"I, of course approve. I don't know if his creators do. That is why we must be there with him to support him and prevent a tragedy to happen, because if Arcee is so attached to him... If he dies..." He sighed and rubbed his head. "...she will follow him."
Optimus froze.
"This is for peace, and... And Arcee's happiness, so my trinemate's. There's a lot to consider, Prime," Starscream added watching his expression.
"It is," Optimus agreed with a nod, feeling rather overwhelmed. He had been aware that nobles did things differently but because he'd been made a Prime so close to the outbreak of war, he had not had much exposure to to them. What kind of cyber-rat nest had he and his family stumbled into?
"The possible fate you have described for Thundercracker...that is not something I would wish on anyone," he continued, keeping his voice low as he did not want to distress Arcee or even his mate. "And you are right, Arcee would be devastated at his loss and could follow him into the Well. I cannot allow that to happen."
"You accept his courtship?" Starscream asked, still watching him closely.
"Yes, for the sake of peace and my daughter," Optimus said with a nod. "However, I would still prefer if she puts off having sparklings for now, until she is older."
"That would probably be preferable to his creators," Starscream agreed. "She needs time to grow as an adult, especially bonding so young."
Soundwave listened and began to hope desperately that his daughter never fell in love with a noble, especially after becoming an adult. He just didn't think he could cope with it.
"Damn, that's rough," muttered Jazz, feeling incredibly sorry for his leader.
"Affirmative," Soundwave murmured.
"I will stand by Thundercracker when his creators arrive," promised Optimus. "What about Arcee, I would rather she did not know about this for now."
"Explain that you must meet his creators with her intended without her," Starscream said instantly. "It is part of the tradition after all. She will be able to meet with them afterwards."
"Very well," Optimus said, thinking he would need to make sure she was distracted. They could not afford for her to interrupt them, especially if things got...messy. "How are they likely to...react to her? I mean no insult but I want to be prepared."
"I understand," Starscream assured him, of course the Prime wanted to be forewarned about anything involving his daughter. "I won't pretend that they won't appraise her as their new daughter but they will be sympathetic. Femmes in heat can't help themselves, especially during bad ones, a grown Mech like Thundercracker should have been able to control himself."
"I will speak with Elita about this, we will decide together how to discuss this matter with Arcee," Optimus half murmured to himself.
He looked to where his mate and Arcee were playing with the sparklings along with Chromia and Firestar. Megatron just sat crossed legged on the ground, smiling at the sight. Optimus didn't know what to make of his enemy like this, he was acting so differently to the Mech that had attacked his own daughter and then her pregnant friend. He couldn't help but fear that something might cause him to revert back to his more violent personality.
"Those sparkling sure are cute," Jazz suddenly said, gesturing towards the little group. "They're having a great time with each other."
"Hmm," Starscream muttered, he would need to have a long talk with Darklight over her little 'joke'. And she'd better be contrite or there would be consequences.
Almost an hour later, it was decided that the sparklings needed to return home for fuel and naps. Arcee allowed Megatron to hug her tightly, a little nervous that he might detect Thundercracker but thankfully he made no more mention of secret lovers. He then moved onto Elita, kissing her cheek and murmuring that he wished to see her again soon. Knowing that they would soon be broaching the subject of a peace treaty, she replied that she'd welcome another meeting.
Beaming widely, he gestured at his two subordinates to pick up their sparklings and accompany him back to the Nemesis.
"Guess that went better than expected," Chromia stated as Dynamite waved sadly at his departing friend. He and Taser both wished their new friends could have stayed and didn't quite understand why they had to leave. "Glad Screamer's not my dad though, can you imagine what he'd have said about Hide if he had been?"
"I think we can all imagine that," Jazz commented wryly. "Here's hoping he can learn to chill out a bit."
But somehow, they didn't think that would happen any time soon.
...
"Stupid Screamer," Darklight muttered as she angrily stomped through the Nemesis corridors. "Can't even take one little joke."
After her confrontation with Echo, she was in an exceedingly bad mood. Seriously, did he still think that little sparkling had been making a move on their daughter? Primus, even she hadn't interfaced until she'd been of age, their Falere wouldn't even think of such things for a very long time. All that rubbish about his family not approving, wait until she's fragging of age before you start making a fuss about that.
"My behaviour," she spat furiously. "I didn't do anything wrong, Megatron's right, he is glitching."
By the time she arrived at their quarters, she was still in a bad mood. She wished that Starscream was here right now so she could give him a piece of her mind but he wasn't. So she was forced to wait, stewing in her own anger until he finally arrived, a frown on his face.
"Finally," she said in exasperation, instantly taking Falere from him. "What took you so long?"
"The sparklings wished to stay," he said sternly. "Feed her and put her down for a nap, we need to talk."
"Oh you bet we do," she growled, even more annoyed with his orders. However, Falere needed her so she attended to her daughter, giving her a feed before soothing her into recharge. The little thing yawned cutely, tired out by her early morning activities and more than ready to sleep. Darklight stroked her head, briefly forgetting her rage as she smiled at her daughter. She was so precious, she wouldn't give her up for anything.
"This way," Starscream said once she stood up, he didn't want to disturb Falere while she slept.
Darklight glared at him before following him into another room. As soon as the door closed, she instantly burst out with.
"What is your problem?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," he responded coldly. "I didn't not appreciate that stunt you pulled earlier."
"What stunt?" she said incredulously. "I said those two sparklings looked cute together, you were the one who went completely nuts."
"What you said is no joking matter," he snapped. "Our daughter is not going to bond a common grounder."
"Funny, it didn't seem to bother you when you knocked up a common grounder," she snarled furiously. "Is that all I am to you, just a load of junk you can frag whenever you like?"
"You're being ridiculous," he said in disbelief. "Of course that is not true."
"Oh yea, well answer me this," she said coldly. "Would you have loved Falere is she'd been a grounder like me?"
"If she was a grounder, then she would have been Megatron's, not mine so I wouldn't have needed to worry!" He bit back.
"And what if it was still yours?! A grounder with your code?" Yelled the femme.
"There's no way a child of mine would have been a grounder!"
"But what if-!"
"Never! It wouldn't have been mine! Period!" He roared at her and she frowned.
"So... You would have denied her? Would you deny me too in front of your family?!" Demanded a now extremely distressed Darklight.
Silence followed as he looked down at her seriously.
She had her answer.
"You can't... You cannot take her from me! She's mine!" She screeched and he barked:
"I can and I will if you don't behave! And if I don't, my family will! You think you can escape them? You're wrong! You belong to me now, however you're free to go the moment you wish to, but don't expect to return and find an open door!"
"Fine! Then I'll take Falere with me! And you will never see us again!"
"Oh yeah? Really?" He asked with a touch of sarcasm. "And where you plan to leave to rise a sparkling, a seeker one? Besides, if I remember correctly you were very much eager to abort her when you found out you were pregnant! I had to convince you over and over again that it was a LIFE you had inside you, another's life! And it wasn't your decision to kill it!"
Darklight paled wondering how he remembered that... It seemed so far far away now.
"You practically fell on purpose to kill her! You never wanted her until you saw I wanted her because I believed her to be mine!" He roared at her pale face.
"And what if you go and take her? What if you succeed? How would you feed her? Support her? Would you teach her to scavenge for fuel? To sell her body like a common slut for fuel when she's a princess?! To tell her you ran away and took her with you to hurt her sire just because you wouldn't stand being educated?!"
Darklight seemed ready to cry and scream at the same time at his arguments, after all, they were right.
"I hate you! I fragging hate you!" She then exploded and jumped him trying to beat him but he held her wrists tight. "I'll take MY daughter and leave! You will never see us again!" She roared now in tears, thrashing against his hold.
He slapped her face and pushed her hard enough to hit the wall and then fell on the ground. She cried brokenly.
"YOU can leave, but don't you DARE to take Falere and force her to share the same fate you ran from! I will not allow you to destroy her future out of idiocy! You can do with your life whatever the frag you want to, I don't give a slag! But I won't allow for you to destroy an innocents life!"
He decided to keep in silence the fact that he knows his family won't let her go either and will lock her in a tower as their prisoner... And if they do that, not even he would be able to save her and set her free again... Only Primus knows what she'll do if she knows that.
The best she can do is behave and be educated... Like Arcee is, which causes him to think that she would be approved by his trine mate's family... After punishing him of course.
Darklight then got up and bolted away from their quarters.
Starscream sighed and shook his head before banging it against the nearest wall. "I should have used protection with her."
...
Darklight found a dark and unused storage room, sat on the floor with her back aganst the wall and cried.
When running from Starscream she crashed on Megatron.
He asked her what had her so distressed and she told her version of things.
Megatron understood what just happened but decided to keep himself away from this couple's drama... Even when Darklight tried to seduce him to punish her sparkling's sire...
She tried to kiss him, but he moved away, then reach and suck for his spike, but he only pushed her away.
In the end she ran from him too feeling more humiliated than ever... And now she's all alone and crying in a dark room.
"I hate you... I hate you Screamer... I hate you...!"
...
The Ark...
"... And then he ended up covered up in mud and branches! Everyone who watched the movie "the swamp monster" thought he actually was the monster! And they were so scared they lubricated on themselves and ran away!" Mirage laughed when telling Slipstream a story about how the twins' joke of trying to cover Prowl with mud and branches went terribly wrong when they covered Jazz instead.
...and Jazz played his part well in revenge.
Slipstream chortled and laughed her vents out imagining the saboteur giving quite a nightmare that pair of pranksters.
Now Mirage laughed at the sounds she made when laughing... She sounded like a pork!
They courted for the last month and so far they became friends and when they wanted to talk more, send each other a message through Hound and meet at her quarters for a few hours.
Mirage's creators were eager for something to happen to hurry the bond, anything! Their son was going too slow!
Suddenly he became quiet and pale... His blood became cold...
Slipstream's laughs died down until she turned around to see what scared him so-
"P-papa?" She stuttered at the livid figure of her father standing at her door.
"You couldn't wait until your bonding night?!" He suddenly roared and both flinched.
"Papa... Is not what you think! We... We were just knowing each other better! I agreed to this for him, so he can know me and see I'm not a monster!" She tried in desperation.
Her sire's optics became thin as a couple of slits, but even then they were shooting daggers at the couple... Especially to Mirage.
"If you want to be together so desperately, so be it!" The older mech said closing back the door and locked it behind him.
"No! Papa! Please! Papa please! Wait! Open!" Tried Slipstream banging her door to no use. "You don't understand! Papa!"
Mirage remained there in a catatonic like state, until he was finally able to speak again:
"W-what happened?"
She looked back at him, horror in her face and tears in her optics.
"My sire... He knew you came to me every night... I suspected he suspected something, no matter how careful we were... Now..." She took a deep breath. "When he found us together, not chaperoned... He..."
"...hurried the bonding ceremony?" He then asked knowing the answer.
She nodded and he collapsed on her berth.
"That's not all," She said and he moved his head to look at her miserably. "He... He knows you don't want to go this fast... And if I say that I don't want to bond yet because you don't want to... He'll use that as a tool to break the arrangement."
Mirage's optics widened.
"I know my father... He's a very, very intelligent mech and know what he's doing. He patiently waited for us to lower our defences... Mirage... Please forgive me... You don't deserve this." In the end she cried to him and knelt next to him on her berth.
"You're so beautiful and perfect... You deserve better... Please forgive me again."
Her wings rattled as she sobbed. "I failed you again."
Mirage looked down at her as she cried as if she'd just lost war and there was no more hope.
And indeed there wasn't.
He sighed and tightened his grip against her hand... So small and delicate... However they were tools for a very intelligent being... One who accomplished things he couldn't even imagine how to do it... Like escaping Megatron under his nose... Or was it right in front of him?
"Up," He then commanded.
"What?" She asked looking up at him and his sad smile.
He dried her tears with his thumbs and then kissed her forehead causing her to flush and her spark to beat harder.
"Come here," He said motioning her to lay next him on her berth and then lay her head on his chest and cuddle her.
"Two days... Two vorns, we have had to do this anyways... But at least I know you now... And I'm bonding a friend now... Not just some crazy seeker femme I know nothing about."
She chuckled slightly at that before saying: "I am crazy."
"Maybe... But... We'll work something out," He decided and cuddled her further noticing for the first time how good she smell and how soft her body was... Completely cuddly.
Eternal seconds passed before she was again the one to break the silence: "So... Had Jazz managed to give the twins nightmares for a while?"
He chuckled. "You have no idea. Poor Smokescreen had to do extra work that first week since they called him even past midnight."
"Wimps," Snorted the femme.
"Yeah," he chuckled softly. "Jazz certainly enjoyed it, they were much more behaved. They're not that bad really but I think the fact we are all cooped up in this base makes them a little...angst. I think if we were living on Cybertron, spread out with a decent population their energies would be much better spent."
"As long as they aren't playing tricks on you," she stated, relaxing against him and loving it so much. He really was perfect. "I don't like you being hurt."
"I think even they know better to mess with me with my bonding imminent," Mirage said wryly. "Does...does your Sire expect us to do it tonight?"
"No, I don't think so," she sighed. "He will come in the morning with carrier, they will initiate the beginning of our bonding unless I disagree. And if I do, they will declare it all null and void."
"Then don't delay it," Mirage reminded her gently. "There is one thing I want though."
"Yes?" she murmured, curious about his request.
"We never put our sparklings through this," he stated firmly. "I will not sell them the way my creators wish to sell me."
"Or allow them to do what I did," Slipstream offered, guilt stabbing at her spark briefly.
"Yes," he said simply. "We must protect and advise our children, not allow them to be trapped in a situation they cannot escape from. I tire of tradition."
Slipstream was silent, there were traditions she was fine with but she could see why Mirage did not like them. Hopefully, this was something they could work on, compromise, etc.
"We'd better get some recharge," Mirage now said. "I imagine we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Yeah," she said, a little sadly. At least they could face this together, she just wished it wasn't so soon. She felt she'd been making real progress with Mirage and didn't want it ruined by a hurried bonding.
He gave him a comforting squeeze, trying to reassure her that he was there. Whatever the next day brought, they would face it together.
...
Darklight was treading on thin ice.
Starscream angrily stabbed at his keyboard as he typed out his plans to properly revive Vos if this peace treaty went through. His creators would be arriving any cycle now, along with Thundercracker's. The latter very much desired to meet the femme their son wished to bond to and talk with her creators. He knew that his trine mate was in for a hard time but the blue Mech would endure it all, as long as he could do right by his intended. Neither he nor Skywarp as in as high a caste as Starscream was but Thundercracker's creators still had standards they expected their son to abide by.
He suddenly snorted, Skywarp most assuredly didn't have that problem, no one seemed to have an issue with the fact he shared a femme with another Mech. The purple Seeker was practically living at the Autobot base, not able to stand being away from his heavily pregnant mate for too long. Starscream had heard a bet was on among both Bots and Cons about what Moonracer's sparkling would look like. The gender was low on the list, what everyone wanted to know was which Sire would it take after more. Would it be a Seeker, grounder, have blue, red optics, or be a strange mix of both codes.
Starscream knew Skywarp wouldn't care if it completely took after Wheeljack, he just loved his femme so much and always wanted to be with her and she him. It seemed some bots had all the luck.
"Stubborn femme," he growled, savagely punching the different keys. "Why did I ever take her on..."
He'd been so angry with her initially that he'd given her the cold shoulder, wishing to show her what happens when she doesn't cooperate. At first, she simply seemed grief stricken but thankfully had made no move to run off with Falere or even on her own. He thought that maybe she was getting it and started to soften towards her. Of course, he was quite busy sorting things out, not just on this treaty but also helping Soundwave keep their troops busy. If they were going to enter a permanent state of peace, then a lot of their solider needs to find new occupations for themselves. It was a long process but thankfully it was going relatively smoothly which was something. Unlike the situation with his sister, who continued to see Skyfire and didn't seem at all concerned with how their creators would react.
Granted, him being a flier was a bonus in the long run but still. She should not be flaunting that spineless shuttle so openly, he would most assuredly not allow Falere to act in such a way.
"Hmph," he grumbled, thinking of how less than two weeks ago, he'd felt kind enough to Darklight and perhaps rather horny, that he'd made a move on her in the berth. When she elbowed him away, he wasn't put off, he'd been so sure she'd melt into his arms and from there, they could continue their relationship with a better understanding of how things worked. Except she hadn't softened, she'd continually shoved at him before suddenly rolling off the berth and stalking away.
He'd been left gaping after her, shocked at what had occurred. Then he had thought that she would return, she wasn't really turning him down. But she had not come back and he'd actually fallen asleep. In the morning, she had fed Falere before coldly telling him she was dropping her off with Echo and then was going to help Hook in the Med Bay. His schedule had been too full to try and convince her to interface with him so he'd decided they would talk about it later.
And that's when she'd started giving him the cold shoulder. She never visited him when he was busy, she simply kept herself away, doing chores, looking after Falere and doing goodness knows what else. She'd even started taking Falere for walk around the base at night, supposedly to help settle their daughter down. But of course, this always coincided with when he was in the mood and when she returned, he was either sleeping or too tired to try anything.
This tactic was slowly destroying his patience and it wouldn't be long until he snapped. Darklight had better knock it off soon or he would not be happy.
Author's note. What happens when new visitors arrive on Earth? Find out next time, until then.