Chapter 1: jazz and prowl
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Prowl walked toward the command center like a mech on a mission, door wings held up high, glowing like a fertility goddess. Jazz wondered where his conjunx got the energy. Himself was feeling heavy after exiting their bed this morning and his chassis ached. Oh and he was cold too. That was annoying.
"Optimus!" Prowl burst through the door. "Ironhide did not comply to the new set of rules about weapons!" There was that, Jazz thought, as he slumped into his seat.
Optimus for his part took it in stride. "I assure you, the shooting range has been locked via code as well as the armory. We will be arriving on Cybertron shortly and much will have to be done. You needn't worry so much, Prowl."
"But-"
"Prowl." Optimus interrupted gently. "The ark is sparkling proof. My bitlet tested. Soundwave had a field day when he noticed them sneak into his communication console to chew the wires."
Jazz nodded along, half listening. Optimus' little gremlin sure had a streak of mischief in their tiny spark. But meeting them made him all the more exited to meet his twins, he couldn't wait until they were out of his pouch, them and Prowl's. ..four sparkling. Were they even ready for four? He didn't have four arms!
"Jazz are you alright?" Optimus asked, Jazz wasn't paying attention.
"Yup. Totally fine." And then his body betrayed him by a yawn, an habit he'd accidentally taken from humans.
Optimus smiled. "You should go back to bed Jazz."
Jazz pointed at Prowl. "I don't know where he gets the energy." He pushed himself up with a groan. "He has been running calculations all morning someone needs to tie him up or somthin'."
"We both have the same routine." Prowl frowned.
"It's different for every mecha, Prowl." Optimus said. He approached Jazz and lifted him up. Jazz relaxed into the warmth. So nice and comfy.. so warm..
"I am gathering statistics and-"
Jazz tuned the world out. He was warm and in a good spot for a nap.
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Bumblebee ran after Prowl, cube in hand. "Can you slow down?" He called to the taller mech. Prowl paused. "Here. Ratchet made a new blend and since Jazz is sleeping.."
Prowl took the offered cube. "Thank you." He continued on his way. He had reports to read and file into the system.
Bumblebee jogged after him. "You should rest some-"
"I'm carrying, not dying." He replied. His door wings twitched in amusement when he heard the scout muttered about Ratchet being on their afts. The medic was worrying for nothing, Prowl felt amazing. He'd never felt this good.
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Jazz felt like he was a maiden in distress. He was heavy and ugly and so tired. He whined again so Prowl went to hug him but alas his beloved ignored him.
"Jazz, you are not dying."
"You're so mean Prowler. What if I am?" He huddled all the blankets despite the portable heater in their room while Prowl seemed content with his night gown. He was so pretty in it though, the way it hugged his waist like a princess. So very pretty. "I hope our sparklings are as stubborn as you."
Prowl snorted but continued working. They both were quite headstrong.
"So you love these data pads more than me." He pouted, hiding his face underneath his blanket fort. Ugh, he was so tired.
That made Prowl pause. He shut off his data pad then approached. "My apologies. You have all my.." He trailed off when he noticed Jazz had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself.
Chapter 2: skywarp
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"Skywarp." Starscream grumbled from his side of the bed. "Can you stop moving I'm writing reports." He shifted, moving his wings out of the way.
"Star I'm cold." Skywarp whined. "TC is taking forever to get the energon I'm dying here." And it was true! He was so tired and having three bitlets took all of his energy, he couldn't even warp anymore! OH! Would one bit have his outlier ability? Would all three???
Starscream pinched the bridge of his nose. He tossed his data pad away and went to snuggle with his mate. "We're cooking in here. Are your vents working too much?" Gentle fingers prodded at Skywarp's vents.
"Been struggling a bit." Skywarp admitted. He curled around Starscream, emf crackling with relief as he soaked the warmth. "Augh I just wanna see them.." his little seekers.. He couldn't believe the gift, to have a new generation of seekers after so much pain.. He was struggling with the symptoms but he was happy.
"Soon." Starscream caressed his mate's head gently. "How would you like to name them?"
"We each get one." He grinned. "Even if the Matrix is the sire, there's no denying it took from our bond. If not I'll have creative words for Primus." Because yeah, if the bitlets didn't look like his Trine he was ready to throw hands- though, he would love his little seekers nonetheless, he wanted to be selfish and have a mini Starscream. It would be funny if the tiny bit would be opposite in personality.. Ah, so much possibilities.
Starscream barked a laugh. "I'll be right there with you."
The door burst open and Thundercracker ran in. "Sorry I'm late! Ratchet made a new blend and Hook and Knock Out started arguing and boy it wasn't finishing." He offered the cube to his mate then draped himself behind Skywarp, who melted against them both.
"Ugh. I'm sure there'll be reports to read. Whatever." Starscream fell limp into the pile, purring.
"Yeah that." Skywarp hummed. "I'm thinking about calling them Bringer of doom." He thought out loud.
"No." Starscream said without missing a beat.
"What. I'm carrying! I get to choose!"
"We'll talk about this in the morning."
"Ugh."
Chapter 3: megatron
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The bitlet tapped on Megatron's chassis while he worked. Their hab suite was silent for once, everyone was busy with their tasks. They were close to arriving on Cybertron and Optimus was worried which was why Soundwave took him on a date to relax him.
The bitlet still did not have a name yet but Megatron decided they definitely fit in this family. Barely a month old and they were filled with mischief. Their coloring had started to show as well, a darker blue and red highlights. They were a truck, like their carrier, but smaller in stature. Ratchet said they were perfectly healthy so Megatron didn't worry about that.
They chirped, tiny hands tapping away on his chassis.
"You should be sleeping." He said, dismissing the report about materials for the science labs. They had stocked what was needed but energon was a priority. Shockwave had reported about the lack of resources on planet, and it would take effort to bring it back to life.
The bitlet slapped at his face to get his attention. "Yes?" They patted his chassis instantly. He smiled. "A bit cold are you?" He grabbed extra blankets, those the twins had admittedly probably stolen but he what's done is done, the blankets were cute with animals on it.
He glanced at his hud when he saw the notification. His sparkling was connected to him via a sire bond and he vented deeply. The ultimate trust his bitlet gave him.. oh, he loved them dearly, just like all of his sparklings.
He decided to recharge, knowing the next days would be full schedule.
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Optimus and Soundwave arrived late back to their hab. They found Megatron asleep in a pile of sparklings and Optimus smiled at the sight. And there his bitlet was, having felt the connection. There was nowhere else where they'd be as safe, he thought.
He and Soundwave joined in bed, cuddling into the pile. It was warm and comfortable.
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Soundwave woke up before everyone else and went to prepare breakfast. It wasn't long before Megatron joined him and handed the bitlet.
"Instead of asking to be let out they bit me." He said, voice groggy with sleep. He went back to bed and promptly fell back asleep, holding onto Optimus.
"A little fussy, are you." Soundwave whispered to them. They yawned, snuggling to his chassis. He was used to working with only one arm thankfully.
Eventually, each of his sparklings joined him at the table, taking their rations with happy thank you's. Soundwave smiled under his mask.
"So is Oppy junior gonna talk soon?" Rumble asked. "They look so small though."
"Still a bitlet." Soundwave replied. "Want to hold them?"
Rumble's visor lit up. He sat properly in his seat and Soundwave gently moved the sparkling in his arms. They chirped, looking at Rumble. He smiled. "Hi little one. You got a bunch of siblings if anyone is messin' with you."
They chirped. They reached up and- Soundwave chuckled as the bitlet stole Rumble's visor.
"Hey wait I can't see slag- shit- i mean-"
"Just shut up at this point." Laserbeak cackled.
Soundwave sighed. "Please refrain from such language." He took the bitlet and handed the visor to Rumble. "Can you wake-"
The twins pushed past each other, running toward the bedroom. Soundwave shook his head, smiling. Good start of the day if any. Breakfast then back to work, there was a lot to do.