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(Authors Note: Hello my dearest readers and fellow writers! And salutations to all of my fellow fangirls, fanboys, gamers, cosplayers, and TF nerds of every shape, size, race, color, gender, faction, nationality and origin! If you're new to reading this story, welcome :) And if you're among those who've been here since the beginning, welcome back :) Soooo, as you can obviously tell from this chapter, I've finally returned from my time out at sea and am ready to get back into writing new content for my stories. Just a note though, I will likely be reading through my stories and editing a few things here and there, but it's not a re-write or anything too drastic. I'm merely going to do some improvements and tweak a few things around, but in no way will I be changing the stories, so you can relax and breathe in a calming, mint and lavender-scented sigh of relief :) Now, just a little heads up, I would like to apologize in advance if I don't post new content as quickly as some of you may have been accustomed to me doing so, but like I said: I literally just got back from working at sea for the last five months, so I'd like to take some time to rest, visit my family and lend my assistance around the homestead while also taking some time to readjust myself to being back on solid ground again. I've still got my sea legs LOL. That, and the change in time-zones has really been messing with my sleep schedule. But all that stuff aside, I hope you all will enjoy this latest chapter and as you know, your comments are always greatly appreciated and well-received. Thank you all so much for taking the time to read this story and as always, remember to stay hydrated, stay safe, and stay awesome!)
(Warning: This chapter contains some emotional content that may be upsetting to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.)
"English/French"
'Mental thoughts'
"Flashbacks"
'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)
{Cybertronian}
::Sparkbonds::
:Speaker talk:
::Comm. Link::
*:Phone calls:*
Chapter 43
-1800-
Back in the Med Bay, Moonracer was lying on one of the Cybertronian medical berths while her sparkmate ran his scanner across her chassis. A tender smile crossed his face as he then placed a servo over her abdominal region, to which he sent her a wave of love through their bond. "The spark is strong and appears to be developing fine. There's even some early signs of kibble starting to form inside your creation chamber."
At this, the femme felt her optics misting over as she reciprocated his love through their bond while placing one of her servos over her chassis while the other rested atop his, "Oh Ratchet, I can't believe we're finally going to be creators! It seems like we've waited a melliena for this to happen."
"I know," he kissed her helm before gently cupping her cheek. "But it seems that our patience and determination have finally paid off," he winked, bringing a soft dusting of blue across her faceplates. "Of course, it'll be a while still before the little one makes its debut, but I'm sure we can stand to wait a bit longer."
"Of course," she smiled and pulled him down to her level, to which he emitted a chuckle and locked his lip plates with hers while sensually roaming his servos along her smaller frame:
{..Mm, Ratchet…}
{..Moon,} he softly growled in her audio receptor while skillfully nipping the cables around her neck before swiping his glossa across them, prompting her to moan and rake her digits along his plating. As they were about to fully give into their lustful desires, the Med Bay doors suddenly opened to reveal the TIC:
"Yo, Doc Bot, I got a couple o' dings that need po...ah..is this a bad time?"
The CMO narrowed his optics at him, to which Jazz held up his servos in surrender as he then backed away and quickly exited the facility. Ratchet was about to chase him down and toss a wrench at his helm when he felt a gentle tug on his arm as Moonracer held onto him and smiled.
"Let him be, my love."
*sigh* "Fine. But we should probably continue this exchange in our private quarters. I don't want anyone else barging in on us unannounced."
"Agreed," she giggled as he gave her a mischievous grin and scooped her off the medical berth, to which he then carried her into the adjacent room and locked the door behind them.
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Upon entering his own quarters, Jazz approached the desk where Prowl was casually sitting and reading through a data pad.
Glancing over at his sparkmate, the Praxion gave him a knowing look, "I take it that Ratchet was occupied with more pressing matters?"
"You could say that," he smirked. "Ol' 'Hatchet' an' Moony were in the middle of sharing a private moment when I interrupted them. I'm just glad I booked it outta there before he added another dent to ma frame."
At that, the SIC emitted a rare chuckle, to which the saboteur crossed his arms: "It ain't funny. The doc bot's got honing beacons on his wrenches: he never misses."
"I know," he replied with a small smirk, to which he then set the data pad aside. "Well then, would you like me to pop out your dents?"
"Oh? Are ya gonna play doctor on me," he winked from underneath his visor, to which Prowl shook his helm.
"Not in the sense that you're thinking," the SIC replied with a slight flit of his doorwings. "Seeing as how we've all received basic medical training during our time at the Academy, I was simply offering to apply the skills I've retained in order to assist you. But if you don't want my help, I could always ask Ironhide to lend you his aid."
"Oh come on, Prowler; he's the one who gave me these dents when we were sparring earlier."
"Well, I did tell you to take extra precautions as he was going to be testing out the new mele equipment."
"Yea, yea," he grumbled before following him over to the berth, to which he then sat on the edge and lifted his leg for Prowl to mend.
Reaching into his subspace, the Praxion pulled out a standard medical kit and retrieved the necessary equipment to aid his sparkmate. Kneeling in front of his 'patient', he then set to work repairing the damage that marred his frame:
*POP, POP, POP*
"OW! That smarts, Prowl!"
"Apologies, but these dents are pretty deep."
"Oh, ya don't say," he sarcastically replied while a small smile appeared across his face.
The SIC emitted a slight 'hmm' as he continued to work, but rather than just popping out the dents, he also kissed the afflicted areas as a means of showing affection and making the pain a bit more tolerable for Jazz. He knew this particular procedure wasn't pleasant and had opted to bring some sort comfort to his mate while he endured said procedure. Of course, the TIC had no objections whatsoever as he always loved it when Prowl was tender and sweet with him.
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Inside the adjacent room, lying atop their shared berth, Ironhide emitted a feral/lustful growl as Chromia continued to straddle and ride his length while also lavishing the sensitive cables along his neck. Although they were equals both on and off the field, he had to admit that he sometimes enjoyed being submissive towards her…at least when it came to intimate moments such as this. Placing his servos along her hips, he bucked up into her and donned a prideful smirk when she moaned his designation:
{..Ironhide..}
His chest swelled upon hearing that melodious sound. Of course, it only further fueled his desire and need to pleasure her, to which he bucked her again, and again, and again, bringing her closer to overloading with each powerful thrust.
With a final thrust from her mate, Chromia arched her back and emitted a loud, pleasurable cry as her overload raked her frame, causing the mech beneath her to pridefully smile at his personal accomplishment. She tried to speak, but only static emitted from her vocalizer, while their cooling fans kicked on. This, of course, prompted Ironhide to smile at her current predicament:
{I see you're at a loss for words.}
Narrowing her optics, she playfully pinched one of the cables along his inner thigh, causing him to groan in pleasure. This, of course, brought a satisfied smirk to her face, to which she then spoke:
{You always leave me at a loss for words.}
{Oh, really?}
{Mhmm,} she gave a small nod before gently riding his length and leaning down to kiss his neck. {I love you, Ironhide.}
{And I love you, Chromia.} He then tilted her chin up and firmly kissed her, to which she reciprocated his affections and emitted a soft moan as she felt him grope her aft and give her a gentle thrust. Both then instinctively retracted their chest plating and the protective casings around their sparks, to which the two glowing orbs immediately gravitated towards one another and combined into one. In this moment, there was no Ironhide or Chromia, but one perfect entity. One being. One soul.
Their bodies and sparks remained interlocked for the next half hour until their overloads forced them to separate and their cooling fans kicked back on; however, they were both blissfully unaware of the tiny speck of new life that had been created as a result of their joining. It was only a millimeter in length but would soon grow in size and eventually reach out to its creators. For now, it lazily orbited Chromia's spark while drawing energy from her lifeforce in order to sustain itself and further develop.
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-2130-
Sitting atop a scenic overlook and glancing up at the distant stars, Elita vented out a sigh as her right servo rested over her chassis while her left servo held her abdominal plates where her empty creation chamber rested within. Her processor was filled with memories of her lost sparkling, to which her optics slowly began to leak as she recalled fragments of that terrible night:
-Cybertron, 3,000 (Earth) years ago-
The echos of war continued to rage on outside as dozens of refugees huddled within the fortified confines of the medical clinic, hoping its walls would continue to hold for another cycle. Down the hall, within one of the many surgical rooms, laid the Femme commander on top of an operating table while beside her stood her sparkmate, Optimus Prime. Although he was internally fighting for self-control, he continued to send her waves of love, empathy and support through their bond while gently squeezing her servo as the medics worked to patch up her leaking energon lines and remove the tiny protoform from her creation chamber.
She had been rushed here almost half a groon (hour) ago for she had unfortunately been on the receiving end of a surprise ambush attack, leaving her with multiple injuries that would require further treatment. However, the worst of her injuries was located around her chassis and had left her spark chamber completely exposed, resulting in the tragic loss of their son. She was only a decivorn (8.3 years) away from his spark detaching from her own and inhabiting the little protoform that had been developing within her creation chamber. Now, neither she nor Optimus would ever get the chance to hear him take his first intake and emit his first cry, nor would they ever experience the joys of raising him and watching him grow up.
-Diego Garcia, Present Day-
Burying her face in her servos, Elita heavily began to cry as more memories continued to surface. While she was often reserved with her emotions in the presence of others, she needed to express her grief as tonight was the anniversary of her son's unfortunate and untimely demise. While she had learned to cope and move on from the loss, she allowed herself this one night every year to openly express her grief.
Feelings of helplessness, loss and despair swept throughout Prime's spark as he approached his mate with a sad look across his face: he always hated to see her cry because he knew there was little he could do to help her at this time. Venting out a sigh, he too felt his optics starting to leak as he thought about their son and what he could have been: Maybe he would have grown up to be a scholar or a record keeper. Perhaps he would have been interested in painting or building things with his servos. Or perhaps he would have been content with just living out his life to the best of his abilities. But now, no one would ever know.
Wiping the tears from his optics, Optimus knelt beside his sparkmate and gently placed a servo along her back while sending her waves of love and comfort through their shared bond, knowing words would be of little assistance at this time. Although they wished that their son had survived, they at least took some small comfort in knowing that he was with Primus and would never know pain, hardship or fear; nor would he ever experience the horrors of war.
Glancing up at her mate with glassy optics, Elita sought comfort and refuge in his warm embrace, to which she hugged his larger frame while he wrapped his strong, protective arms around her and cradled her against his chassis where his spark resided within. It rattled within its casing, demanding that he keep her close by while they sat in mournful silence for the remainder of the night.
(Another Authors Note: So, I know this chapter wasn't about our favorite trio, but I wanted to give some of the other Autobots a little 'screen time' as they too deserve to be recognized. I mean, come on, they're also an important part of the story. Also, I'm sorry that Optimus and Elita's segment was rather depressing, but I wanted to give their backstory some depth. As we all know, every Cybertronian has experienced a painful loss at some point during the war; therefor, they obviously experienced a great loss as well. If nothing else, the loss of their unborn son fuels them to keep on living for his sake and to keep on fighting so that Earth doesn't suffer the same fate as Cybertron.
Also, what do you think of Ratchet and Moonracer becoming creators? I had wanted to incorporate that little segment into the story for a while, but I never really found the perfect opportunity to do so. Now, I'm not sure how the mechanics work on this, but I figured that it takes roughly a vorn (83 years) for a sparkling to fully develop, so unfortunately I won't be adding them into the story anytime soon; but that doesn't mean I can't (at some point) write a separate side story entirely dedicated to our favorite medics.
Also, Ironhide knocked up Chromia :D They're gonna be quite surprised when they find out LOL Sure, both have done their share of raising orphaned younglings here and there *cough* Bumblebee and Bluestreak *cough*, but I think they'd make great creators :) Yes, they're tough, but we all know their rugged persona is just a cover for their sweet, tender sides LOL.
Anyways, I just wanted to give you all something sad and sweet and cute to read over while I work on further content involving our main characters :) Regardless, I hope you all found the chapter to you liking and until I post again, feel free to drop a review as I always enjoy your feedback and take further inspiration from your comments. No hate please. Thank you and remember to keep being amazingly awesome!)