Minicon sightings had increased over the next few days throughout the abandoned parts of Detroit, mainly taking anything made of metal, but they'd grab whatever they could carry. The groups were smaller than the one I ran into, consisting of maybe five minicons each, all carrying their own piles of scraps.
So far they hadn't done anything destructive, so we let them collect their scraps and wondered what they could need all that metal for. I had recalibrated the scanners on our main computer to pick up their weaker signals, giving us a better understanding of how they were getting across the lake and into the city.
"So they do go under water." I muttered, watching a blue dot of a minicon submerge itself, the signal blurring as the water interfered.
"Guess they learned Earth liquids ain't toxic." Jazz hummed in amusement. Jazz and I were on minicon watch. Since he couldn't transform anymore, I stayed behind to keep him company and care for him, even though he insisted he could get up just fine. He was only weeks away from delivering his sparkling, which made me go into what Bee lovingly called "mother hen mode." Jazz was fine with it, appreciating the attention but did say I didn't need to be.
"I still wanna know what they're doing with all the scrap metal." I changed the screen to view the drone hovering around the site they were taking the scraps from. The moon rover looking one was digging up a metal pipe while its tiny blue companion pulled at one end.
"Hopefully it ain't anything more than buildings they're patching up." The black and white ninja bot leaned back in his chair, putting his hand on his abdomen with a sigh.
"You ok?" I switched the screen back to see all the dots from the minicons. Jazz had a pained look on his face, but it quickly passed.
"Someone is super active today…" He held out his other hand to take mine, placing it just above the red line on his abdomen. I felt a hard kick, making me gasp with a smile. "They're kicking a lot today. I think they're as ready as I am…"
"We're all excited to meet you." I told his abdomen, letting go as they shifted.
"That we are…" Jazz had that look that'd only a creator got when they were thinking about their creation.
"Blech, I hate sea sludge!" Both of us looked behind us to see Bumblebee had returned with Ratchet from the docks. Bumblebee was picking off seaweed that had stuck to him while Ratchet did the same to his own peds.
"Y'all are back early!" Jazz grinned, spinning the chair he was in around. I got up and helped Bee untangle from the mess of seaweed around his helm.
"Someone decided to go for a swim…taking the dock and me with 'em!" Ratchet barked angrily.
"Hey, I didn't think the dock was going to tip us over!" Bee protests, finally free from the seaweed that had entangled his frame. "Why would a solid dock suddenly turn into a floating dock anyway? Who designed that?!"
"Anyway, while we were under there, we saw the minicons going into a main water line. They seem to be getting around that way." Ratchet explained. "Explains why we don't see them until they're well into the city."
"Hopefully they won't start ripping that apart." I pulled an unfortunate crab from the seaweed, it's pinchers snapping at me. I'd have to make Bee take it back to the sea later. "They're collecting scrap metal today."
"Wonder what for." Ratchet had a worried tone. We were pulled from our talk when Jazz made a pained noise.
"S-sorry, someone's kicking a little too hard…" Jazz chuckled.
"I-I know I'm gonna sound really dumb for asking, but how exactly does the protoform, um, come out?" Both Ratchet and I looked at him with confusion while Jazz laughed.
"You seriously, don' know?" Jazz shook his head in disbelief.
"They didn't exactly elaborate on the emergence process." Bumblebee mumbled.
"Yer telling me that the forge doesn't download that information, but does teach you how to fire and clean a gun?!" Ratchet seemed more pissed off by the fact that the forge had cut corners.
"Hey, they did teach us everything up until the emergence!" Bee crossed his arms, his face turning pink.
"Figures they'd cut that part out…" Ratchet walks over to the computer console and pulls up a data file about the gestation of a protoform.
"H-hold on, I didn't…" Bee started.
"Get yer aft over here an' sit down!" the medibot yelled, Bee was quick to listen and sat by Jazz. I stayed back a bit since I'd already seen the old data file, watching from just behind Ratchet. As the video started, Bumblebee started to squirm in discomfort. Everything was fine up until the video got to the part of a femme in labor and close to her sparkling emerging. The three of us looked at Bee when he made a noise of discomfort.
"Y-you're telling me that they emerge from there?!" His voice was just above a whisper. I couldn't see his face, but I'm sure his optics were wide. He looked away when the protoform finally emerged, the blue and silver mechling crying out with his first intake.
"Bee? You good, mech?" Jazz asked, Bee had his face covered with his hands, curled up in the chair.
"I will be…" Bumblebee seemed to be having a mild breakdown over this. "I'm kinda sorry I asked…"
"If you're gonna be interfacin', you need ta know these things." Jazz lightly scolded. "Now I think you get why they drilled the whole no spark merging thing into younglings, too. During the war, they're wasn't a high demand for sparked bots."
"Because they're so small? Why are they so small anyway?" Jazz was the one to give him a look this time. "I-I've never seen one so tiny is all."
"That's because forged mechs all come in one standard size. Emerged protoforms are much smaller because they're birthed, I couldn't imagine what birthing a fully grown protoform would do, or want to for that matter! The key difference between the two is, one has their spark forced into an adult body that's downloaded with basic functions; while the other has a chance to grow and learn." Ratchet explained. "You've never seen one because the forge took over what Cybertronians used to do naturally. Starlit might have been the last one in a long while, there've been no other reports of a sparkling emergence since yours that I was able to find."
"Not for long though." Jazz teased.
"But, why?" I asked, wondering what the purpose was for the forge.
"Back during the war, there wasn't time to raise younglings the normal way." Ratchet's tone darkened as he began telling us an old war story. "Ultra Magnus had a hard choice to make, it was to create the forge to reinforce our numbers, or continue on with dwindling numbers. The 'Cons had decided around that time to snatch up any femme they could, making things on our side far worse. Magnus gave the green light and the forge was built, creating bots left and right with the Allspark giving them sparks directly. This caused a different problem in the beginning, with only mechs being forged. There was an imbalance in our world with far too many mechs, as no femmes or carriers were forged at the time. It was corrected after a few mega cycles, but as you can tell, we're short carriers and femmes this far after the wars."
"I thought carrier mechs were more common? That's what I learned anyway." Bee spoke up.
"Yes and no. The correction to the forge was put into place, but carriers were the default a thousand years after. However, femmes still were not forged, making them a rare find during those times. It still affects us to this day, which is why bots still have a strange affinity to protect any and all femme bots." Ratchet's explanation made everything much clearer.
"That's why Dia Atlas didn't want me to join the ninja corps…" I mused aloud, Jazz making a noise in agreement.
"It's true. One of the things the ninja corps was made to do in the beginning was to guard femmes. 'Far as I know, it worked as well as keeping you contained." Jazz nudged me. "The 'Cons made that happen, but I still to this day don't know what they were doing."
"You really don't want to…" Ratchet made it clear he was leaving it at that. "Anyway, those times are long past." He closed the page, returning the screen to the map of the minicons.
"I hate to say it mech, but the sea sludge didn't do you any favors smell wise." Jazz had covered his nasal ridge while talking to Bee.
"Hey! Not like I asked for it…" Bee glared, finally unfolding himself out of the chair. "Fine, I can take a hint. You don't want me around." The yellow mech faked being hurt as he went down the hall.
"So, yer boyfriend had no idea what happens during a sparkling emergence, huh?" Ratchet smirked. "Tsh, why are you with him?" I knew the old mech was teasing, but if Bee had heard he would have been hurt.
Over the last few weeks, I had slowly been moving into Bee's room, bringing all of my plants with me. This freed up my old room for Jazz's sparkling to use in the future.
At first, Bee didn't seem to notice as the smaller plants snuck their way onto side tables and windowsills. I was dumbfounded when he paid no mind to the metal framed plant shelf that I set up by his tv. Then again he'd taken over some of Jazz's shifts, so when he came home he was tired.
Once my shift at the monitor was over, I went off to finally finish fixing his door when he came back from washing off the sea slag.
"Hey, what are your weird plants doing in here?" He walked in as I got the pulley working, ducking under the door as it slammed shut. "Who said you could move them in here?" His arms were crossed, but he didn't look or sound like he was actually mad. Either he really had just noticed or he'd been waiting for the right time to corner me.
"Thought they'd make the place smell better." I teased, stepping down from the ladder. "Am I wrong?"
"Eh, flowers smell fine, I guess." He leaned on me, putting his arm on my shoulder. "You know you could have asked."
"Would you have said yes?"
"Maybe. Am I allowed to move them too? One's growing around a cord." I shifted my weight to my other foot, making him lose his balance.
"Maybe." He scoffed at me for teasing him. "I thought since…I'm here most of the time anyway, it'd be ok?" I blushed when he got closer, he'd stopped suppressing his EM field, his heat cycle signal rolling off of his frame towards me.
"You need to stop worrying about invading my space. I kind of accepted it when I saw the orcid." Bee looked towards the purple flower on his side table. "Don't think I didn't notice." He smirked.
"No idea what you mean…" I played innocent, leaning against the wall by the door.
"Oh no, I'm the master of that one…" Bee put his hands on either side of my helm, pinning me to the wall. "You can't pull that trick on me."
"The master, huh?" I moved my hands to his shoulders, noticing how warm he was getting. He was still a little damp from his shower, making it look like he was steaming as it evaporated. "Of what?"
"You're asking for it." He chuckled as his optics darkened. "What's gotten into you? And don't you dare say that aloud." I laughed at his reaction to me telling him 'he' was what got into me through our bond.
"Nothing, why? I'm just happy is all."
"Me too…about earlier." He looked away from me, still keeping me against the wall.
"Earlier?"
"I-I've only known about forged bots and didn't realize that THAT is how sparklings come online." Bee's worries were shared with me. "I…don't want to do that to you."
"What?" I seriously had no idea what he meant by that. I sorted through my memories when Bee winced.
"I-I can see your memories…that's…new." I had accidentally forced them through the bond, making Bee relive the video of the emergence from my view. "But that's not something…"
"Bumblebee! It-it isn't your choice to make for me. I get it…it looks painful but…" I cupped his cheek, making him look at me in the optics. "If you're there, I'll be fine."
"That's my worry…what if I go offline before…" He couldn't finish his sentence without his voice breaking. Bee didn't want me to end up like Jazz, but Prowl never planned on leaving Jazz or their sparkling.
"Don't tourcher yourself over this, you can't control the future or predict what's going to happen. When or if that time does come that we're sparked, we can figure it out." I kissed his forehelm as he pulled me closer.
"You said we…" Bee smirked, tilting my chin up to gain access to the nape of my neck. "You really want to carry a sparkling that's half mine?" He breathed into my neck.
"Maybe…" He revved at my answer, moaning softly into the nape of my neck. Day four of his heat and he'd only gotten worse. I thought maybe we'd take a break for today…
"I warned you…" He used his leg to force mine apart, grabbing my thighs and used the wall as leverage to lift one of my legs over his shoulder. "Damn, how flexible are you?" His optics widened when I allowed him to pin my leg up against the wall, answering his question.
"What are you planning?" I knew from how his optics darkened he had something in mind.
"A lot of different things." I didn't know if the grin he gave me was turning me on or scaring me. "Right now, I wanna know how long you can hold this pose." He kissed me, forcing me to put most of my weight against the wall. I heard his panel click open and felt his free hand roaming to my hip, his thumb rubbing at my closed panel.
Bee had complete control in this position, basically being the only thing holding me up; I had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling. Bee smirked, having planned this to happen and pressed his thumb hard against where my outer node was still covered.
"I think this might be my favorite position…" He told me as he deepened the kiss, taking dominance. I opened my panel and Bee eagerly rubbed his fingers against my entrance. "I wish you could see yourself like this…oh wait…" Bee quickly figured out that we could share each other's view with one another through the bond, sharing with me what he was seeing. From his view I could see how he was touching my valve, the pink bio lights pulsing with my spark beat, watching as I leaked lubricant onto his hand. Even when I closed my optics, the images were still there, making me bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Two could play this game…
We agreed to keep the bond completely open, allowing each other to see from the other's eyes. Shifting a bit, I freed my right hand and stroked his audial horns, showing him how he looked when he was losing control. The way he smiled at me made my spark skip a beat.
"You…really see me like this?" Bee asked, looking deep into my optics. "I mean, I've always thought you were beautiful…and completely out of my league."
"Me? I always thought you were too cool for me." He laughed, pushing two fingers into my valve as we spoke. "F-frag…"
"No, I've loved you for a long while." Bee admitted as he scissored his fingers. "There was never a right time to tell you, but I'm still so glad you said something first. I…might not have."
"W-why? Did I scare you that much?" My teasing earned me a hard press of his thumb to my outer node. I really hoped I got the sound proofing right on his door.
"Nope, Prowl did." He removed his fingers to line up his spike, using my confusion as a chance to enter me. "I'm kidding Starlit…of course…you scared me, a little." How he could focus on talking right now was a mystery.
"Bee…" I tried to focus, but his spike was hitting my ceiling nodes right on in this pose. He leaned back a bit, allowing me to regain some control with shallow, slow thrusts. "I've loved you since the beginning…" Which I didn't realize until now. Since I had arrived, he'd been there for me which grew into a crush when I got my upgrades. Now, I couldn't imagine a life without him.
Our kiss was more passionate than before, there wasn't a desperation to just get off, but to show how we felt for each other. I wanted to spark merge with him, but his heat cycle deactivated his safety protocols, making it extremely risky.
"Later…I promise. There's so many things I want to share with you." Bee's voice was husky from his heat, making me shiver. He shifted back into the original position, pushing his spike into my ceiling node again. "I love how your valve just takes me in." he revved, showing me his view again.
I gasped, watching his spike be swallowed by my valve, our bio lights seeming to pulse in sync with our thrusts. Bumblebee lost what control he had left, grabbing at my hips and thrusting hard into me. There was nothing I could really do but let him pound me into the wall, letting him take me as he pleased. Unfortunately his overload was quick, I didn't overload with him, still just on the edge as he calmed down. I whined at being denied release, but weirdly liked the feeling of him filling me without getting to overload. This wasn't allowed though, he wouldn't let it stand, and asked me to keep the position a little longer.
With a nod, he had me shift to balance a bit better before kneeling down and shoving his glossa in my valve. I had to grip his shoulder and the wall while he held me tightly by my aft, greedily sucking on my outer node. I nearly fell on him, catching myself as he licked circles around my node. The tipping point was him pushing his fingers back inside, rubbing at the nodes just behind my outer node, bringing me to overload.
Bee stood back up, wiping his face off with the back of his arm as he helped me stand on my own again. I winched at how stiff I had gotten, Bee gently massaged at my hip joint to ease the tension.
"I should have let you stretch first." He chuckled, apologizing for the soreness.
"I'm fine." He smiled as I kissed him softly. "I don't mind it."
"Please don't tell me you like pain." He teased, making me laugh. "I couldn't hurt you, I won't."
"I know." We kissed again, staying close together and enjoying the afterglow.
Lately I had been sticking to Jazz like glue, worrying over him like a little sister would. Something about carriers and femmes programming made me want to protect him while he was carrying, but made the mechs around us restless. I noticed it first with Prime, who had been acting more protective than usual around Jazz. Then Ironhide started it too. Ratchet threw his wrench at the back of the mech's head when he made a comment about being agitated by Jazz.
The medibot lectured him on why it was happening and told him to keep his mouth shut around Jazz. We didn't want the carrying mech to stress that his signals were making the mechs worry. He had enough to worry about on his own.
Jazz acted like he was perfectly fine, but I knew he wasn't. He was still mourning Prowl and recovering from the bond breaking, all while carrying a new spark. He could hide his pain well, but the moment his visor was up you could see how stressed he was. His mismatched optics always gave his emotions away.
It was only when we were alone in his room, training, did he ever take it off. Jazz didn't want the others to worry over him, so he chose to wear his visor all the time around them.
"You look tired." I commented when he lifted his visor. "You recharging ok? Do you…"
"Sta', please, I'm fine." He cut me off, waving his hand dismissively. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a look of irritation taking over his usual smiling face. "I don't need ya to fawn over me, I'm fine." Something in my spark told me he wasn't.
"Sorry…" I looked at the floor, feeling his emotions from his EM field. He sighed, leaning against his berth.
"It's not your fault, I just…don't know how to navigate through all this." Jazz's voice was unsteady, like he was trying really hard not to cry. Slowly, I stepped forward and put a hand on his upper arm, guiding him to sit down with me on the berth. He took a moment to compose himself before talking again.
"I've neva told any of ya my real feelings of all this, I didn't want y'all to think bad of me. The truth is I'm mad at Prowl…but also proud of what he did. He left, knowing what he was leaving behind…even after I begged him not to." His helm lowered as his optics misted up. "His last words to me…" he broke, sobbing into his hands. Jazz, the most composed mech I knew, was broken.
"I'm mad at him too…" I admitted, laying my head on his shoulder and holding him close. "But…I also know without him we would have lost the fight. It feels like he left a hole though…" my spark still felt like it was missing a piece, I could only imagine what Jazz felt.
"Yeah…a pretty big one." Jazz wiped a tear away. "Our sparkling keeps asking for him…they want to reach out to him but there's nothin' but static. I just hope they understand what I mean when I tell them he's with the Allspark."
"He is the Allspark." I scoffed, still not believing the Prowl was the voice of the Allspark. "Does that mean we commune to him now?" That got Jazz to scoff.
"When ya put it that way, it sounds like he's now Primus. Guess he kind of is though…" It seemed to help both of us to know that he was now the one watching over everyone's sparks. "In a way, he never did leave us completely alone, but I still miss having him physically here."
"Me too. I sometimes forget he's gone too, like I'll see something he'd like and forget he's not a com call away."
"Yeah…the new zen garden the human built would have been a highlight in his optics. Maybe when I'm able to drive again, would you wanna go?" Jazz smiled softly. "I hear it's pretty there."
"Sounds fun." I smiled back, happy he finally opened up more about Prowl's death.
Sparklings are funny. It's like they can sense when bots are outside of the realm of helping their carrier to decide "I'm ready to pop out!"
"Starlit!? Ratchet!? Anyone?!" A frantic Bumblebee called us over our com links while we investigated the area the mini bots just left.
"This is Prime, what's…" Optimus answered but was cut off by Bee screaming.
"I THINK THE SPARKLING IS COMING!" Both Ratchet and I took off back to the base, Ratchet quickly switched the open com link to just the three of us.
"Calm down kid! You'll scare Jazz. Now, can he walk? If so, get him in the medical bay! We'll be there soon." Ratchet ordered, taking the lead as we sped through the city.
Bumblebee had been able to get Jazz to the medical bay, where Jazz had himself braced against the berth.
"Starlit stay with 'im. I'll get a few things and we can get this all started." Ratchet went off to his cabinets while I had Jazz turn around so his arms were braced against the medical berth. He was trying to control his intakes, but struggled when a wave of pain shot through him. I put a hand on his lower back as he took my other hand and squeezed hard.
"W-what can I do?" Bee asked from the doorway.
"Gather thermal blankets." I told him as Jazz groaned in pain. Bee rushed off back down the hall, running into every wall as he went.
"Alright, Jazz, you tell us what's comfortable." Ratchet came back with supplies, setting them up on his medical table. "I ain't gonna force ya ta stay on the table."
"I-Im gonna choose ta stand fa now." Jazz was able to catch his breath for a moment, shifting his legs apart. "Thanks, docbot." He smiled at me, letting me go for the time being.
"Star, go get the sink set up to wash the sparkling off." I didn't want to leave Jazz's side, but I did as Ratchet said. I listened to them talk as the water ran, another contraction made Jazz cry out again. When I turned, I saw Jazz was now in a squatting position with his back against the berth. It must be how he felt comfortable, but it didn't look like it.
"Got'em!" Bumblebee ran in, a stack of unfolded thermal blankets in his arms. He panicked a bit when he saw Jazz, but Ratchet shewed him off to set the blankets on the counter by me.
"Alright, how far are we here?" Ratchet muttered to himself as he knelt to Jazz's level. Bee joined me behind Ratchet, the mech blocking any view of what he was doing. I knew from the medical data pads what he was doing, but Bumblebee remained clueless, his confusion leaking through the bond.
"He's ok Bee. Have you really never seen a live sparkling emergence?" I hadn't either, but medical data pads showed everything.
"No! How does it come out?!" I shot him a look, making him jump back.
"Will you two knock it off!" Ratchet shot us a glare. "Starlit, you're gonna be my assistant. Come here. Bumblebee, make yerself useful and call Prime. The situation is under control."
"R-right." Bumblebee stepped back into the hallway to call him while I knelt by Ratchet.
Jazz was breathing harder, taking my hand again as another contraction hit. If I was counting correctly, they were now about seven clicks apart. He was getting really close to being able to push, but I could see he was hesitant.
"You're gonna have ta open up at some point, you might as well now." Ratchet lightly scolded the ninja bot.
"I know…" Jazz worried at his lip, clearly embarrassed that I was nearby.
"Please don't feel embarrassed by this." I told him, which earned me a tired smile.
"It ain't that, we'll part of it is…" Jazz admitted, shifting his weight. He relented and finally opened his interface panel, fluid flowing into the floor.
"You're getting there, just a few more centimeters and you can push." Ratchet had his monocle down to get better readings on both Jazz and the sparklings vitals. "Just keep your breathing steady."
"E-easier said than done." Jazz groaned, a contraction coming two clicks sooner than before.
"The rest are heading back now…" Bumblebee had come back, his optics going wide when he looked at what was happening. Jazz wasn't in the mood for his antics and glared, daring Bee to say something.
"Get a blanket ready and go wait outside!" Ratchet ordered, Bee quickly doing that, handing me an untangled blanket and leaving as quickly as he came. "Damn young mechs…" the medic rolled his optics as he helped Jazz get into a better position, taking a hold of his arms.
The contractions started getting closer and closer together, now only thirty nano clicks apart. He was ready, but scared. Ratchet gave him the go ahead and Jazz pushed with the next contraction.
"Primus…." Jazz screamed with the next few pushes. "I-I can't…"
"Yes you can, you're doing great, kid." Ratchet's voice was calm as he held onto Jazz's arms to keep him steady. I moved to help support his back, rubbing his shoulders a bit, hoping to sooth him.
Jazz shook his head, crying out again as he pushed. His visor snapped away as tears built up, allowing us to see all the emotions he was feeling. Jazz was terrified, understandably so, but there was anguish in his optics, as well as joy.
"I-I can't do this without him…" Jazz sobbed. I realized who he meant, holding him tightly from my position.
"You're not alone, you got us." I whispered, reaching to put my hand over his as he gripped Ratchet's arm. "I know Prowl is here too, he always is." Jazz shook in grief, screaming again with pain from sparkling birth and the pain in his spark.
"I can see their head, one more big push. You got this; Starlit come here." I had to move from supporting his back, getting ready to catch the sparkling. "Look at me, Jazz. You got this, as the kid said you got us to rely on now. You're completely safe here." Jazz swallowed hard through his tears, nodding in understanding. With one last yell, Jazz pushed hard and a tiny cry was heard as Ratchet moved to hand me a messy, gray protoform.
"Go get 'em cleaned." Ratchet told me, taking care of Jazz as I whisked them away.
I took the crying form to the sink, gently washing off the energon and fluids. Once they were washed off, I could see the armor they had was a pale gray with gold trim on his chassis. They had a tiny red chevron, with a gold center, that matched the red pinstripes up the side of their legs. Their little gray peds matched Prowl's, but it was hard to tell who's frame type the little one would take after. I kind of saw them being built more like Jazz.
The little protoform stared up at me with two, huge mismatched optics, the left a deep blue like Jazz's, and the right a sky blue like Prowl's; as I dried them off and wrapped the snuggly in a thermal blanket.
The little bot clicked and chirped as I carried them back to Jazz's waiting arms. Ratchet had him set up on the medical berth to rest, his legs tucked under a thermal blanket. The moment they touched, the protoform cooed and lifted their tiny hands up.
"He's beautiful." Jazz touched their helms together, the little mech chirping happily.
"Well done." Ratchet smiled, watching the new creator and sparkling interact. Jazz was thrilled to have him in his arms, not once taking his optics off his bitlet.
"What's his name going to be?" I asked sitting next to Jazz to see the little cutie. He had a hold of Jazz's hand, gently biting his finger as if it was an energon cube.
"I'm thinking…Bluestreak." The tiny mech stopped moving to look up at the designation. "Once he started chirping through our bond, he has yet to quiet down. I gotta feelin' he'll always be that way, talking until he's blue." Bluestreak seemed to like his name, chirping softly when Jazz said it again.
"How should I know! I got kicked out!" Bumblebee's voice reverberated down the hall, apparently the rest of the team was here. Bluestreak didn't like the sudden loud noise and hid his face in the blanket. Bumblebee, Prime and Ironhide all peeked in to see what was happening as Blue fussed.
"A little late to the action." Ratchet told them, waving them in. "Now don't you all crowd him…" he warned.
"How are you feeling, Jazz?" Optimus was the first to approach, Jazz shifted Bluestreak in his arms to show his face to the team. The little mech's huge optics stared widely up at the three new mechs in the room, everything a bit overwhelming for a newly emerged spark.
"Just fine." The ninja bot hadn't stopped smiling. "This is Bluestreak." The tiny mech moved his head back into the blanket, not liking everyone staring at him. He fussed until Jazz shifted him back into the crook of his arm.
"He's so small." Bee mused, staying a ways back with Ironhide.
The medic looked back to the tiny mech in Jazz's arms. Bluestreak's big optics had closed, tiny snores coming from the tiny bot. Bluestreak had no idea how loved he already was.