Bumblebee/comlink/dreams

:Spark bond:

~sibling/creator bond~

Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters.

"I told you to leave me alone," Prowl said, voice quivering. The taller youngling cackled, bending down closer. He watched as Prowl's processor glitched up and the youngling fell.

"What you gonna do about it Prowl?" the youngling asked.

"He won't do anything, but I will," said Barricade. "Get away from him Backfire."

The red optics bore into the older youngling hovering over his brother. Backfire straightened up, he smirked down at the little black and white Praxian. None of the teachers were nearby and Backfire thought it would be funny to make Prowl glitch up again. Barricade puffed his chest before going to his twin, bending down to look at him.

"Prowl?" Barricade shook his brother, not getting a response. Usually the glitch didn't last this long. The young Praxian felt a harsh kick to the back of his helm, making his vision swim.

"Such weaklings," said Backfire. "You would do better in the Pits, where you belong with all the other red-opticed freaks."

"It would be wise to hold that glossa of yours youngling."

Backfire spun to see a large silver mech standing there. Those red optics bore into his blue ones with high intensity. The youngling was picked up by the gladiator as well as the two unconscious younglings. Megatronus took them to the office, dumping the now crying mechling in front of the administration.

"Please inform CMO Ratchet that his sons are in need of attention," said Megatronus. "I have a presentation to execute about the lower-caste. Please inform me if they wake up. This youngling knows exactly what has happened to my little brothers."

~~~000

"Barricade. Barricade can you hear me?"

The youngling opened his optics to have a bright light shine in them. He quickly closed them before trying again. His carrier put away the tiny flashlight. The youngling shot straight up, looking for his twin in desperation. He saw Prowl still unconscious with Megatronus by his side.

"Don't move so fast. You are suffering from a blow to the back of the helm," said Ratchet.

"Backfire made Prowl glitch again. I tried to stop him and got attacked," Barricade explained.

"And he is taken care of. I left him with the school officers," said Megatronus.

"Is Prowl going to be okay?" Barricade asked.

"I'm sure he will be soon. His systems are in a bit of shock. He just needs rest and energon when he wakes up," said Ratchet. "We should get you home as well."

Barricade nodded, making a grabbing motion to his older brother. Megatronus complied and picked up the youngling. Ratchet took Prowl with him and the two adults headed out to the medic's housing unit. Ironhide had just arrived at home when the other two did. He was concerned when he saw Prowl limp in his mate's arms.

"Ratch' what happened?" Ironhide asked.

"Prowl was forced to glitch today and Barricade protected him. The youngling was expelled from the school and these two need rest," said Megatronus. "Luckily for them, I was speaking about the lower-caste today."

Megatronus laid Barricade down on the couch, Prowl being set beside his twin. The two creators got energy, handing two large cubes to their creation. Barricade settled down, falling into recharge. Ironhide sat down, sipping away at his high grade. Ratchet settled next to Ironhide, leaning into the red mech.

"Aside from that, how are ya Megs?" Ironhide asked.

"I am doing well. Metelic and I are planning on bonding in a few orbital cycles," said Megatronus. "Darkstrike has agreed to have it in the Pits. I would love if you two and my little brothers were there in attendance to our bonding ceremony."

"And do you plan on having sparklings?" Ratchet asked.

"Not for a while. It is too dangerous in the Pits for Metelic to become sparked," said Megatronus. "If she does, then Darkstrike and I will ensure that they remain safe."

"Good mech," Ironhide nodded.

~~~000

"You seem distracted," a mech said, throwing another punch at his opponent.

"I bond today with the gladiator Metelic," said Megatronus, grunting when he was hit. He swung his leg out, hoping to take out his friend. The crowds cheered when Megatron was knocked onto his back.

"Congrats mech! She is so lucky," the mech said.

"Please Highway, she deserves better," Megatronus retorted, rolling his optics.

"Nah she don't. You should be the luckiest mech on the planet right now! Pit, she matches you perfectly," Highway said. "I remember bonding with- oof."

Megatronus stood over his friend, counting down with the timer. It buzzed and the match was over. Megatronus offered a servo, pulling up the other gladiator and patting him. They were lucky it wasn't a death match. Both would have hated to kill the other. The two helped each other to the medibay to be fixed, their battle being the last one of the solar cycle.

EMT quickly fixed up the mechs and ushered Megatronus to Darkstrike's office to get ready for the bonding ceremony that was to happen soon. The medic had explained that Metelic was already getting ready.

~~~000

"Ratchet! Ironhide! So good to see you again my friends!" Darkstrike said cheerfully. "Megatronus is just getting ready now in my office. He is such a nervous wreck right now. Some of the other femmes are getting Metelic ready."

"When can we see brother?" Barricade asked.

"Well I would assume now, but you two will have to wait until the ceremony. Ratch', 'Hide, why don't you two go help your son calm down?" Darkstrike suggested. "And you two will help me with the treats. How does that sound?"

"Cool!" both younglings said excitedly.

Ratchet watched as their friend headed off with his younglings. Ironhide shook his helm, making his way to Darkstrike's office. They knocked before entering. Megatronus was pacing the room, muttering to himself as a display of the nervous wreck he was. He beamed up when he saw his adopted creators and gave them a hug.

Ratchet looked at his son. Pride, love, joy, and sorrow flitted through the bond from both creators. The young mech they had raised for as long as they could was growing up fast. It wouldn't be long before Prowl and Barricade were adults. The bonded pair hoped to Primus above that their youngest sons didn't grow up too quickly.

"Appa, Amma, I am so happy to see you here," Megatronus said, his digits twitching and fidgeting. "Where are the twins?"

"Darkstrike is having them help him with stuff," Ratchet said. "Primus Megatronus, you should consider yourself lucky today."

"It is a big, important solar cycle fer ya," Ironhide agreed.

"Were... were you two nervous when you bonded?" Megatronus asked, leaning up against the desk while his adoptive creators took the chairs.

"Sure was. Haven't been so nervous in ma life eva," Ironhide grinned. "When Ah saw yer Amma that solar cycle, all ma fears disappeared. Ah knew he was tha one fer meh."

"Oi, Megs, it's time!" Darkstrike shouted through the door. "Hurry it up mech. She's waitin' fer ya."

~~~000

"Ew!"

Megatronus looked to his younger brothers after he broke the kiss with Metelic. He rolled his optics at such childish behavior, even if he did the same. When they were of age to court, they would understand how wonderful such a simple act of love was. The newly bonded pair made their way to a table where they would be served energon and presented gifts.

Prowl and Barricade ate the sweets, their servos getting messy from the rust sticks. There weren't any other younglings around, so they played together while the adults mingled and congratulated the new bondmates. Ratchet and Ironhide sat at the same table as their son and Darkstrike, being the closest to the silver mech.

The festivities continued on late into the night, Prowl and Barricade both falling into recharge together. Darkstrike offered up a spare berthroom for his old friends and their creations. Megatronus and Metelic retired to the older mech's berthroom to complete the bond. Overall, it was amazing, both mech and femme feeling complete with the other.