"English"

::Comm. link::

{Cybertronian}

[HUD Notifications/scans]

"Intercom"

:Speaker speech:

::Bond conversations::

Memories/flashbacks/stasis

{:Ghost/apparition speech:}

(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just my OC.)

Chapter3

Filly tossed and turned in her recharge as her spark was trying to reach out for her Carrier and Sire. Even though both of her creators were offline and had been for vorns, she was trying to form a bond with another pair, hoping to fill a void and bring some form of comfort to her fragile processor. The tiny femme groggily kicked off the thermal blanket and slipped off the berth before sluggishly dragging herself out of the Med Bay and down the large hallway. She stumbled around the Ark for several minutes, making her way over to the barracks until her spark forced her to stop in front of one of the rooms. With a large amount of effort, Filly somehow opened the door and wobbled into the dark room.

The outline of two figures asleep on a nearby berth caused her spark to hum in recognition before she sleepily walked over and climbed atop the large berth where she crawled underneath the thermal blanket and up towards the head of the berth. Prowl was recharging on his back with Jazz snuggled against him when his sensors detected soft movement from underneath the blanket. Using his night vision and thermal imaging, he realized that Filly had somehow wandered out of the Med Bay, found their room and let herself in. He noticed that she didn't seem entirely awake, so he refrained from speaking so as to not startle her.

Filly crawled underneath Jazz's arm and wedged herself in between the two mechs before drifting off to recharge. Prowl warmly smiled at the scene and gently tucked some of the blanket around her tiny frame. Afterwards, he closed his optics and fell back into recharge.

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-The next morning-

Jazz awoke to a warm feeling in his spark and a small pressure against his chassis. He opened his optics to see Filly lying in between him and his sparkmate. Her optics were closed, indicating that she was still recharging, but her face was relaxed, meaning that all was peaceful. The TIC gently poked his sparkmate and whispered, "Prowl..Prowler…"

The SIC opened one of his optics and smiled at his beloved, "Yes, Jazz?"

"Look who's here," he gestured towards the tiny femme in between them.

He glanced down at Filly and smiled, "I know. I saw her crawl into berth with us last night."

Jazz felt his spark reach out towards hers, hoping she would accept the bond. With a tiny whimper, Filly emitted a soft sigh and reached over to him, where she placed her little servo upon his chassis and spoke in a sleepy voice, "...Carrier…"

The saboteur felt his optics starting to mist over with joy: she called him Carrier! He looked over at Prowl who was grinning from audio receptor to audio receptor. "Prowler, she called me Carrier!"

"I heard," he softly kissed his forehead.

"Dearspark, reach out to her. See if she'll bond with you."

He nodded before sending gentle pulses through his spark, hoping to reach hers and form a bond with her. The tiny femme hummed in her recharge before turning over and facing him. Though she wasn't awake still, Filly instinctively reached over and placed her servo on his chassis and mumbled, "...Sire…"

Prowl happily smiled at the tiny femme while his sparkmate joined him in their newfound joy. Jazz looked at his beloved and asked in a whisper, "Should we try speaking to her through the bond? Maybe explain everything leading to this moment?"

He nodded and focused on their bond, reaching out to Filly. Though she was recharging, the tiny femme suddenly felt a warm, familiar presence in her spark. She recognized it as a creator bond, but she knew this couldn't be the case, seeing as how her creators were offline. ::Who's there?:: she asked in a confused, little voice.

::It's okay Filly. We're here for you.::

::Jazz? How are you speaking to me?::

There was a smile to his voice, ::You reached out and formed a creator bond with us, sweetspark.::

::Us?:: she asked confused.

Another familiar voice suddenly chimed in, ::Us, as in Jazz and I.::

::Prowl? You're here too?::

He softly chuckled, ::Of course; Jazz is my sparkmate. When you formed a Carrier bond with him, you then formed a Sire bond with me.:: His voice was reassuring and supportive, ::Your spark must have been trying to call out to us last night because you wandered into our room and climbed into the berth with us.::

::I'm sorry...I guess I just missed the feeling of having someone to love and protect me.::

Jazz's soothing voice chimed in and comforted her, ::Sweetspark, you needn't feel sorry for wanting to feel safe. You can rest assured that Prowl and I will do our best to love and care for you as your biological creators would. I know things may seem strange at the moment, but I hope you will come to see us as your creators in due time. Just know that we love you very much.::

She happily cried, ::Even though I just met you both yesterday, you're willing to take me in?::

Prowl answered, ::Of course. The moment we saw you, we felt a connection towards you and knew we wanted to care for you. I may not be your biological Sire, but I will do my best to raise you as my own creation.::

::And I know I will never replace your birth Carrier...but I hope you will see me as a decent alternative,:: Jazz warmly smiled.

Filly sent loving vibes through the bond, to which she suddenly stirred awake and hugged her new creators who in turn, held her close and warmly embraced her. Both Jazz and Prowl peppered her helm and cheeks with kisses as she too returned their affections.

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-Later-

Filly was currently sitting in the Med Bay while Ratchet examined her. She smiled at her adoptive creators before the CMO's voice spoke up, "Well your systems are at 52% recovery...How are you feeling, little one?"

A loud growling sound was heard, to which she held her abdomen and blushed, "Hungry…"

He chuckled, "I can see that." He then handed her a cube of med-grade energon before approaching Jazz and Prowl, speaking to them through a private Comm. link, ::Her condition hasn't improved much since yesterday, meaning her systems are struggling to repair themselves. I recommend that she refrain from browsing the internet for the next week or two. In her weakened state, she could easily contract a virus and fall ill, postponing her recovery even further.::

Both mechs nodded in agreement before approaching their little femme. "Hey sparklet, would you like to have your frame touched up? Sunstreaker is the best painter in the galaxy; he'll make sure you look fabulous." Jazz gave a wink from underneath his visor.

Filly happily nodded, "Oh yes please! Can we go now? I want to look pretty before I meet the rest of the Autobots."

Prowl gently rubbed her helm and smiled, "You're already beautiful, sweetspark. Know that no matter what your appearance might be, we will always love you."

She hugged him, to which his spark sent comforting vibes to hers. Prowl gently picked her up and carried her out of the Med Bay with Jazz following alongside them.

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Sunstreaker was finishing up buffing his arm when a knock at the door caught his attention. "Sides, will you answer that? I'm almost done polishing."

"Sure thing, Sunny," the red mech smirked before opening their berthroom door, revealing the SIC, TIC and the femmling. "It's Prowl, Jazz and Filly."

"Alright, let them in," the yellow mech stated while finishing up his polishing.

Sideswipe motioned for the three of them to enter, to which Filly was placed on the floor where she smiled up at the frontliner, "Hi, Sideswipe! How are you today?"

He chuckled at her adorableness, "I'm well, thank you. Sunny and I have been touching up our paint jobs and waxing our finishes." A knowing smile crossed his face, "I take it that you're here for a touch up? Sunny is best when it comes to paint and perfection."

His twin made a slight smirk in agreement before glancing over at the trio, "Well of course I am. Someone on this base has to be. Now, would you like to select a new color scheme or stick to your current one?"

She blushed and looked at the faded color on her peds, "If possible, I'd like to find a color similar to my original."

"I might have some orange paint lying around here somewhere," he got up from his berth and went over to a Cybertronian sized storage chest where he rummaged through it for a few minutes before returning with a can of orange paint in his servo, "Would this work for you? The color is similar to your original...at least from what I can tell."

She studied the color for a moment before happily nodding, "It'll work. I like the name of this color: apricot. Is that a human term for energon?"

Jazz chuckled and shook his helm, "No sweetspark; apricots are a type of fruit."

Not knowing she wasn't supposed to be online, Filly quickly looked up what an apricot was, as well as what fruit is. She lost her concentration when Sideswipe asked, "So how are you adjusting?"

She smiled up at him, "I think I'm adapting fine. Jazz and Prowl formed a creator bond with me earlier this morning."

"That's great! I know they'll take good care of you."

Prowl held his doorwings high in pride, "Indeed we will. Jazz and I are currently in the process of rearranging our room to accommodate her."

Sunstreaker prepped his painting tools while giving the two command officers a knowing smirk, "Better divide up the room and make hers soundproof while your at it."

The SIC gave him a warning glare before Filly tilted her helm and asked in a curious voice, "Why would I need a soundproof room?"

Sideswipe was about to speak when Jazz cut him off, knowing he'd probably say something inappropriate. "Well sparklet...sometimes yer Sire and I can be pretty loud when we're 'together' in a personal way…"

"You mean when you interphase?"

All four mechs stared at her with wide optics before the twins began laughing. Prowl cleared his vocalizer and asked, "How do you know about interphasing?

She looked at him with innocent optics and smiled, "My Carrier told me about it when I asked her where sparklings come from...She didn't go into too much detail, seeing as how I was only four vorns old at the time, but I think I get the gist of it."

"Ahem...well...alright then." Not wanting to continue this subject, Prowl glanced over at Sunstreaker and asked, "Are you ready for her?"

He regained his composure and nodded, "Yea, just have her sit on the stool for me."

Prowl picked his daughter up and placed her on the metal stool, "Okay sweetspark, Sunstreaker is going to paint you now. You'll have to remain still while he does this, alright?"

She nodded and smiled, "Okay Papa."

A smile appeared on his face at the title, "Where did that term come from?"

A blush appeared along her cheeks, "Shortly after we formed a bond. I wanted to find appropriate titles to call you and Jazz besides Sire and Carrier...those titles belonged to my birth creators. Is Papa okay?"

He rubbed her helm and gave a nod, "It's perfect. Thank you, sweetspark."

"Just out of curiosity," Jazz warmly smiled at the tiny femme, "What's my new title?"

"Well...at first I wanted to call you Mama...but that's a title given to femmes. I looked up other human terms for 'Papa' on the internet and found one that suits you perfectly. What do you think of Baba?"

Jazz felt his spark swell with pride, "I love it. Thank you, lil' spark." He then placed a kiss upon her cheek and moved aside so Sunstreaker could work on her paint.

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-Two hours later-

"Alright, you're almost done. Just a few more kliks and then you're all dry." The yellow frontliner smiled as he applied the last smidge of paint on Filly's helm.

The tiny femme emitted a giggle as he unknowingly tickled her audio receptor. "I can't wait to see what I look like! From what I can see now, I'm so pretty. You're a wonderful painter, Sunny."

He emitted a 'hmm' sound at the use of his nickname. While he didn't care for it, he had to admit that it sounded adorable coming from her. "Alright, you're all done." He gestured towards the full-length mirror on the wall, "Go take a look at yourself and tell me what you think."

She hopped down from the stool and stood in front of the mirror with an adorable gap-toothed smile on her face,"I love it…" She fluttered her winglets and happily looked herself over in the mirror, "I love it! I love it! I love it! Thank you, Sunny!" She ran over and hugged the yellow frontliner, who in turn returned the sweet gesture.

Sideswipe sat on the edge of his berth and smiled, "You look amazing, Filly. Sunny you did a great job on her paint."

He nodded in agreement before gently prying the tiny femme off, "Alright, I think your creators want to introduce you to some of the others. But if you ever want to visit Sideswipe and I, you know where to find us."

"Okay," she smiled and hugged Sideswipe before leaving the room with her Papa and Baba.