(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just my OC(s))
(Authors note: Hello my darlings. I know it's been a little while and I apologize for the wait. I've been working on other FF's lately. Some of them I've yet to post online because I'm constantly trying to improve them. Also because of the pandemic I've been keeping myself busy with other hobbies. I will continue to work on my FF's but know that I'm trying to get other stories viewer ready. This story is among one of my favorites to work on and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.)
Chapter 8
-The next day-
Filly climbed off of her berth and silently made her way out of her room and over towards her creators. From what she could see, both mechs were still recharging and unaware of her presence. She approached Prowl's side of the berth and climbed up, to which she then began poking his arm, "Papa...Papa…"
The SIC opened one of his optics and smiled at his little femme, "Good morning Filly." He reached over and gently rubbed the top of her helm, which she responded by happily leaning into his touch. "Are you ready for your morning checkup?"
She fluttered her winglets and gave him a gap-toothed smile, "Yep! I wanna be all better so I can play again. Can we go to the Med Bay now? Please, please, please, pleeeease?"
He softly chuckled at her eagerness, "In a little bit sweetspark." At the small pout she made, Prowl cupped her cheek and said, "Give me five kliks to wake up your Carrier and then we'll go over to the Med Bay. Does that sound good?"
She smiled and gave him a hug before climbing off the berth and heading out of the room. Once Filly was outside and the door was closed, Prowl tenderly looked down at his sparkmate and gently ran the back of his digits along his face.
From underneath his visor, Jazz opened his optics and smiled up at the SIC, "What are ya doin' dearspark?"
A warm tug pulled at the Praxion's spark chamber as he looked upon his beloved, "I was just thinking how lucky I am to be bonded to you."
"Aw Prowler…," he placed a servo on his cheek. "I love you."
"And I love you," he then closed the distance and kissed him with a form of tenderness and passion that made the TIC's spark sing.
A soft moan escaped Jazz's vocalizer as he suddenly felt Prowl's lip plates trail over to his neck cables where he gently began nipping them with his denta. "Oh dearspark…," he arched his back struts and emitted a gasp as Prowl sensually ran his digits along his frame.
The SIC feathered kisses back up to his faceplates and sighed, "I wish we could continue this exchange, but we should meet up with Filly before she comes back in and starts asking questions."
"I know," he caressed his face with one servo while the other suddenly cupped his groin plating. "We'll just have to wait until later," he winked from underneath his visor. Though his spike was encased underneath his protective armor, Prowl emitted a strained groan as Jazz's digits teased him. Both mechs shared another passionate kiss before prying themselves off the berth and heading over to the door.
Upon seeing her creators exit the room, Filly's winglets fluttered with excitement, "Can we go see Ratchet now?"
Jazz titled his helm and smiled down at their daughter, "I neva' thought I'd see the day when a younglin' was actually excited to go see the doc bot."
She nodded and gave him a gap-toothed grin, "I wanna get my exam done so I can finally go outside and play."
"Oh, so that's yer motive," he chuckled.
"Yep!"
"Well, that sounds wonderful lil' spark. In fact, a've already got an idea on what we should do if Ratchet gives ya the all clear."
"What is it Baba? What is it?" Her winglets fluttered in excitement, making both of her creators smile with adoration.
"I was thinkin' that Prowler an' I could take you out to find a vehicle to scan for your alt form. Seein' as how ya wanna go outside and take in the beauty and wonder that is Earth, you'll be needing some tricked out wheels of yer own."
She looked up at her creators with wide optics, "Really?! I'll get to have my own alt form?!"
Prowl nodded and smiled, "Indeed you will sparklet. It's necessary for us to have one while navigating and traveling the roads of this planet. Plus, they help us hide among the humans and provide camouflage from the Decepticons."
At the thought of having her own wheels, Filly's optics lit up. She eagerly led her creators down the hallway and through the Ark until they finally came upon the Med Bay where upon entering, they were greeted by the CMO.
"Good morning Filly, are you here for your exam?"
She happily nodded and fluttered her winglets, "Yep! I'm ready for my scan Ratchet."
He chuckled before complying with her request. After running a systems check and evaluating her condition, Ratchet gave the three of them a smile, "Well Filly, your systems are finally at 100% recovery. Though, just to be safe, you should refrain from browsing the internet for at least a few more days. Of course you're probably more eager to go outside and explore, correct?"
"Uh-huh. Papa and Baba told me that if I was fully recovered, they'd take me out to find a vehicle to scan." She happily smiled, "I can't wait to go outside! I've never left the base since I arrived on this planet."
"Well when you do go outside, just remember to stay hidden. Until you find a vehicle that can properly accommodate your smaller frame, you should stay within the safety of your creators alternative forms."
"Oh I will. From what I've learned, I'm about the same height as an average human, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to hide."
"Well, regardless, you should have some of the other Autobots accompany the three of you just as an added precaution."
"I've already taken that into consideration," Prowl informed and gave his daughter a smile. "Smokescreen, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe will be joining us on our outing today. Bluestreak and Bumblebee will catch up with us in about an hour after they return from exploration duty."
Jazz picked her up and gently booped her on the olfactory sensor, "So, are ya ready to meet up with yer Uncle Smokey and the Terror Twins?"
"Yes please," Filly happily fluttered her winglets in excitement.
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Shortly after leaving the Med Bay, Filly and her creators met up with the Autobots who would be accompanying them. The tiny femme practically leapt out of Jazz's arms and into those of her Uncle upon seeing him. "Uncle Smokey, Uncle Smokey, guess what!"
"What?" He asked with a chuckle.
"I'm all better now! Ratchet said the virus is gone and my systems are fully healed."
"That's wonderful news, sparklet," he smiled, hugging her close and mentally thanking Primus for saving her.
Upon seeing the twins enter the vicinity, Filly's optics lit up and she emitted a happy shriek, "Sunny! Sides!"
Sensing that she wanted to be with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, Smokescreen chuckled and gently placed her on the floor, to which she happily darted over to them and was immediately scooped up by the frontliners and sandwiched in between them. Normally, Sunstreaker wasn't the hugging/loving sort, but Filly brought out his tenderness and at the moment, he didn't give a flying frag what anyone thought about it. Right now, Filly was the only bot (besides his twin) who mattered. "Hey there bright spark," Sunstreaker nuzzled her helm, "Did old 'Hatchet' give you a clean bill of health?"
She smiled and nodded, "Yep! I'm all better now. I missed you both so much and I love the painting you made for me Sunny! Thank you!"
A rare chuckle escaped his vocalizer as he gave in to the tiny femme's praise and affections, "I'm glad to hear that. I wanted you to have something to look at when you lie down for recharge."
"Well it's perfect," she nuzzled his face before turning her attention to Sideswipe, "I'm glad you two are coming with us. Will you help me look for a pretty vehicle to scan?"
"Of course we will," he smiled and gently booped her olfactory sensor. "When it comes to style, Sunny and I are experts. We'll help you find the perfect alt mode and afterwards we'll take you out for a drive around the base perimeter."
"Oh yes please," she giggled as they nuzzled her helm.
Once the twins had their share of Filly cuddles, they placed her on the floor and transformed along with Smokescreen and her creators. :Ya ready to go outside, sweetspark?: Jazz asked through his speakers and opened his passenger door, inviting his daughter to hop in.
"Yes please! I wanna see what the Earth is like for myself," she climbed into the front seat, to which he closed the door and gently buckled her up, giving her a loving hug while using the seat belt in place of his servos. Filly was mindful of her winglets and made sure they didn't bump into anything sensitive as her Baba rolled alongside her Uncle while her Papa took the lead and the twins covered the rear.
Even though Jazz's windows were tinted, Filly watched in awe as the familiar metal walls of the Ark soon disappeared and were replaced by sunlight, blue skies and rocky landscapes. Though the base was located in the desert, she couldn't help but be amazed at this new scenery. Sensing his daughter's excitement, the TIC internally smiled and asked, :What do ya think babydoll?:
She stared in wonder at the passing scenery, "It's so bright. Can we stop to play out there Baba?"
:In a bit lil' spark. We gotta find ya an alternate form first before we turn ya loose. As much as I'd like to let ya run around and play, I'm afraid it would be too dangerous for you to do so without a disguise,: his voice was serious but gentle, :If you were to go outside now you'd be exposed to a variety of danger. You're the Autobots' most cherished gift. Our light amidst the darkness and our greatest joy. We can't allow you to be discovered by our enemies and taken from us. Do you understand sweetspark?:
She nodded her helm, "Yes Baba, I understand. I'm just excited to finally be outside the base."
:I know sweetspark. But I promise, once we find ya an alternate form, we'll take ya somewhere scenic to play. Does that sound good?:
"Yea," she snuggled into the seat and emitted a soft purring sound as the seat belt gently squeezed her in a hug.