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Forbidden Bond	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Forbidden bond

Disclaimer:I don’t own Transformers, never had and certainly never will do… a shame...

A/N: Chapter fourteen and it will be full of Sparkling cuteness! Beware!

A/N 2: This story’s being beta-read. Chapters will be updated, rewritten and reposted. Thanks to KiaMianara for beta-reading this story. Chapters one to nine had already been reposted!^^

Rating: M for good reasons.

Warning: Sparklings sparklings sparklings! XDD

Chapter 14: New families and return to Earth

*~*A couple of days later, Darkmount*~*

“Hey, Sunny, I know something that you don’t know.”

The yellow mech lifted his helm from the pad he was reading to look at his overexcited twin. He rolled his optics and sighed. Sideswipe could be a real pain in the aft and worse even if ignored, so he figured it was probably for the best to just hear him out. But that didn’t mean he had to be friendly about it.

“What? If it’s another of your stupid pranks, Sides, I’ll …”

“No, no, nothing likes that!” Sideswipe interrupted him excited. “That’s even better than that! Did ya hear ‘bout what happened to Ironhide?”

Now a little interested the yellow mech put the pad down and gave more attention to his bubbling, bouncing twin. All he had heard was that Ratchet was still nursing Ironhide after his breakdown in med bay two weeks ago.

“What are ya dumbaft talking ‘bout? What’s with Hide and Ratch? Will ya tell me already, or do I have to beat the answer outta ya?”

Sideswipe easily ducked the huge servo reaching for his throat and snickered at his twin’s rising anger. He jumped at a secure distance and took a very importantly and conspiriting pose, before revealing his news.

“Old Hide had been turned to a sparkling, just like the Screaming One!” he finally let out with a huge smirk. “Whaddya think ‘bout that, huh? Shall we pay Ratch a visit to make sure?”

Sunstreaker’s optics couldn’t have turned any larger. They looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets and he opened his mouth as to say something, until his expression turned to a deeply annoyed frown. He grabbed his twin by the collar and pulled into his chassis.

“Ya better not be fooling me, Sides. I don’t like it when ya play yer stupid pranks and jokes on me!”

Sideswipe snickered again and pulled free of the other’s grip. He smiled brightly and goofily, and then pulled his twin along. Both had always been more than found of the grumpy Autobot medic and now the red ban of Prowl’s existence had seen a golden opportunity to play on that attraction and make something out of it. Helping the gruff medic raise little Ironhide would certainly be worth it if it meant having their medic all for themselves ... well, almost at least.

“Alright, Sides, ya win! I’m also curious now. Old Hide as a sparkling sounds ... interesting.”

*~*

In THE med bay Ratchet was sitting in a rocking chair Wheeljack had constructed and holding a cooing, chirping little red bundle of joy in his arms. He was whispering something that the twins from their position at the door couldn’t hear, but his tune was soft and full of love. They felt a little jealous that this love was for baby Hide and not them.

Sideswipe pulled his twin a bit away from the door and whispered to him so the medic wouldn’t hear them.

“See? I told ya Hide’s a Sparkling and Ratch’s taking care of him!”

Sunstreaker had a cold and intense look on his optics and didn’t answer his twin, but instead walked straight into the med bay. The red twin followed him and was about to tell him to be careful, but it was already too late. The other’s entrance had alerted the medic and he jumped to his pedes.

“What the hell…?” he exclaimed and held Hide tightly against his chassis, protectively. “Get out of here, ya overgrown morons! I’m busy!”

There was anger in his tune, but also worry and deep down, even a hint of hope. Ratchet had been wondering how he was supposed to raise little Ironhide all by himself. It had seemed like a good idea that time and he still was sure it had been the right thing to do, but Hide was a very demanding little sparkling. The medic war weary of the twin warriors, but maybe they could at least keep the little one entertained for a while.

Said sparkling had tilted his tiny helm at the two mechs and cooed interrogatively, reaching for Sunstreaker, since he was closer.

The yellow warrior mirrored him and reached out to poke the little red and bubbly sparkling, but little Ironhide would have none of that. He eyed the approaching digit warily and growled lowly when it touched him ... and then he bit down.

Sunstreaker yelped and quickly withdrew his digit, glaring at the now clicking and chirping sparkling.

Fearing for the sparkling life Ratchet held him closer and took a step back, but surprisingly the huge warrior didn’t do anything, but grumbled slightly, inspecting his digit for any possible wounds. Then he took another step forward, observed by his intrigued and awed twin. Sideswipe had never seen Sunny react like this before. He had half-expected him to blow the tiny little mechlet to bits, but instead he gently pried Hide from Ratchet’s tight grip and prevented the medic from taking him.

“Don’t bit!” he told the sparkling sternly, but when he started to whimper he instantly cradled the tiny mechling to his chest, rocking and cooing to him softly.

“Sunny?...” Sides asked, shocked, and he “Dat’s ma bro!” Sideswipe smiled wide, walking to his twin’s side. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt a lil sparkling. Big bad Sunny’s not that bad after all, hu?”

Ratchet was too dumbstruck to do anything else then stare, at the scene before him, mouth agape. Sunstreaker, the daffodil of doom, was rocking tiny Ironhide in his arms and cooing at him softly after he had been bitten by the same tiny Ironhide? One of them must have hit their head hard recently and Ratchet wasn’t so sure who.

The medic remained unmoving and silent for at least ten minutes before he finally found the use of his vocalizer back and asked, oddly soft: “What are you doing, Sunstreaker?”

Only now the yellow mech seemed to notice that he wasn’t alone and looked back at Ratchet with a little smile and soft blue optics, so in contrast to his usual frown and cold glare.

“Helping, Ratchet, just helping” he answered a little quizzically and the mainly white mech huffed and glared, trying to figure if it was another stupid joke.

“You need help to raise the lil guy here and he seems ta like me, surprisingly.”

Ratchet wanted to protest, but everything he could have said melted away when Sideswipe also started to coo and tickle the little sparkling’s belly, making him squirm and giggle. It made him smile warmly, but that didn’t change that it had to be one of the most unusual scenes he had ever witnessed.

“What I want to know is why you two want to help me” he asked, honestly surprised. Those two had always done their best to get on his nerves, but he wouldn’t have thought that they would do something so ... unlike them. Caring for a sparkling really wasn’t something you would expect from those two hellions.

Sideswipe looked at him with genuine surprise, tilting his black helm.

“Come on, Ratch, ya ain’t that dense, are ye? Ya should have noticed how we feel for ya since, I dunno, forever?” he smirked and continued to tickle the tiny belly, getting more giggles and squirming from the red mech. Then he turned to the older mech and wrapped an arm around the medic’s shoulder, startling him even more. It actually made sense, somehow. The twins had always tried to get his attention, one way or another, although most times it had ended with them on his med bay tables. Primus knew they had been there more often than most of the other soldiers combined and pranking him on a daily basis wasn’t the best way to show affection, but ...

“You mean… You two… For that long?!” he whispered in sheer awe. That couldn’t be – not that he minded much. It would take a bit time to get used to, but technically he wasn’t averse to the idea, but, honestly, they and him? That could only be a very cruel joke, couldn’t it?

As if sensing his doubts Sideswipe pulled the medic against his chassis and nuzzled his neck cables.

“Want Sunny to draw you a chart?” he asked when his twins joined them, medic and sparkling effectively pinned between them. “We love you and we won’t go away, so why don’t you just surrender and let us care for you. Primus knows you’ve done it for us often enough.”

Grumping Ratchet slowly started to relax.

“Fine, you’ll get your chance. But I swear, if that is one of your sick jokes ...”

“It’s not!”

“Have a little more faith in us, okay? When have we ever done something that really could have harmed you?”

Against better judgment Ratchet had to admit that that was true and finally agreed to give it a try and little Ironhide clapped and giggled in the middle of the group hug, surrounded by mechs that loved him and would care for him. What more could a sparkling want?

Unbeknownst to them Optimus had caught sight of the twins heading for the med bay and followed them, curious and a little worried. If those two intended to pull a prank on Ratchet and baby Ironhide, he would give them a piece of his mind they wouldn’t forget anytime soon!

Never would he have thought that the twins knew how to handle a sparkling, much less that they would actually show it, so instead of interfering he secretly watched the scene unfold, until the three embraced each others in a big hug.

Smiling reassured the Prime left the area and got back to his own quarters. Those four obviously didn’t need him right now, but upon entering his rooms he was greeted by another endearing sight.

Megatron was standing in the middle of the room with the twins in his arms, both fitting into one single servo. Now that they were stronger they could be taken out of their special crib for longer time periods and Optimus was trying to make the most of it, but he wasn’t the only one. The silver Decepticon was cooing at their sons and caressing their tiny helms and cheeks, making them coo and reach for him in return. The Autobot made sure to burn the sight into his memory banks before making his presence known.

“Well, well, well.” Optimus said while leaning on the doorway, arms crossed and a smug expression on his revealed faceplates. “That’s not a sight we see every day: the big bad Decepticon Lord caring for tiny sparklings”

He came closer and hugged him from behind, as Megatron huffed in mocked hurt at his words.

“That’s another of those little things that makes me loves you even more with every passing day, Megatron.”

He pressed a kiss on the larger mech’s neck and chuckled again, while Megatron turned to smile at him with amused smugness, optics gleaming brighter.

“I will have to hurt you if you ever say this to anyone. I have a reputation to keep up, you know?” he answered and laughed a little, kissing him back.

“Is that a promise?” Optimus retorted with a sensual glint in his optics, and Megatron almost purred at the sight.

He laughed again and Optimus released him to walk in front of him and caress his sons’ helms, both reaching for their bearer when he did. Silverstar grabbed one of his digits and squeezed, now capable of putting more strength in this. Optimus warmed and leaned to kiss the tiny silver mech on the head, making him coos and giggles.

“They’re becoming so much stronger, now… How long have they been out of the crib this time?” he asked softly, awed by his sparklings’ developments.

“Almost a joor, Optimus. The longest time until now.”

Optimus nodded and caressed Crimsonlight’s tiny cheek and the sparkling managed to turn his head in time to catch it in his mouth and suckling on the tip. Optimus laughed warmly at this and let him do so. Megatron laughed and tilted his helm, both sparkling snuggling on his chassis to seek the warmth of their sire’s spark.

“I stumbled upon a very unusual sight today” Optimus said and lifted his helm from his sparklings to look at Megatron, who returned the look.

“And what was it?” he asked and rocked the sparklings when they whimpered a little, not liking that they weren’t the centre of their creators’ attention anymore.

“The twins had made their move on Ratchet and … how should I put this? They have an understanding now, it seems, and I believe that our resident grumpy medic won’t complain about having them around. About time they act on their feelings anyway.”

For a moment Megatron said nothing, but then he burst out into laugher, startling the sparkling, which started to whimper and cry. He got a hold of himself fast and rocked them, shushing to calm them down until they stopped crying and were only itching and hiccupping a little, but the amused smile never left his faceplates.

“Sorry! Sorry, but… Ratchet and those pit-spawned hellions of yours, together? That’s just too funny!” Megatron laughed again, but less loudly then before.

Optimus glared and crossed his arms, but then he shrugged and dropped the subject. It was kind of funny after all.

“We will be able to go back to Earth tomorrow. Our troops are already informed and await us and the sparkling, all of them.”

Megatron’s smirk faded and he held the twins tighter, possessively. He didn’t like the idea of the entire army knowing about the twins, or to get near them. It was something that was worrying him a lot.

“I don’t know if that is such a good idea, but I suppose we didn’t have a choice. They would’ve found out sooner or later anyway.” he sighed and cuddled the sparklings more, earning him contented coos and nuzzling on his chest.

“Alright then, we will go back tomorrow as planned!”

Optimus nodded and smiled, petting the twins a little more. He was worried as well and wanted to take them and hold them close and let none close to them. He was also worried about Ratchet and Ironhide and even the seekers. At least now the medic had the twins to help and protect him and the sparkling and the seekers were quite capable of protecting themselves. He shook his helm and nuzzled his sons’ more, as Megatron wrapped his free arm around his shoulder to hold him close, too.

“All will be fine” he told his mate and himself at the same time, but his red optics were shining with apprehension and fierce protectiveness.

He wrapped his arm tighter around his mate and held his sparkling closer to his chest, his spark thrumming reassuringly for them as they both snuggled closer, seeking his warmth and reassuring strength.

Skywarp was cooing at his son-turned-sparkling-again as if he himself had been regressed to sparklinghood and Thundercracker watched him with a smile. The older seeker was leaning on the doorframe of their shared room and enjoyed the sight to its fullest.

“Having fun there?” he asked with a warm chuckle and crouched beside them.

Skywarp lifted his red optics to look at him with a happy, joyful smile and a playful glint in those some optics. Baby Starscream, when he heard his sire’s voice, reached for him with a row of loud and happy chirps and clicks, tiny servos lifted in the air.

Since he had been turned back to a sparkling, the seekerlet had been happy and playful and the most adorable thing in the universe, but he wasn’t the only one that had changed. Starscream’s insanity had affected Skywarp very much, but now he had notable calmed down. The dark coloured seeker had barely let go of their baby son since they had returned to their quarters two days ago. He even slept with him curled on his chest and the sparkling loved every minute of it, reassured by the warmth of his bearer’s spark so close.

“Seems like Starry wants to see his daddy. Wanna hold him for a bit?” Skywarp asked with a little giggle and held Starscream out for TC to take.

Starscream made grabby servos to his daddy and cooed urgently, pouting when Thundercracker didn’t take him right away. But as soon as the sky blue seeker lifted him from his mommy’s arms and cradled him, the baby seeker chirped happily and snuggled close to his chest, purring. TC laughed and kissed the top of his helm, then caressed his little winglets. Starscream cooed contentedly and twitched the sensitive tiny appendages.

“Who’s a cute lil baby? Starry is! Yes he is!” he said playfully while making him bounce slightly in his arms and rubbed his tiny nose with his, making the tiny seekerling giggle again.

Starscream kicked his little legs and put his tiny hands on his sire’s cheeks, petting him lovingly. TC chuckled and nuzzled his little nose again then kissed him. Skywarp had wrapped his arms around him and leaned his head on his shoulder, watching with a smile the cute scene unfolding. But after a moment, he asked, worried.

“TC, what if they still want to kill our Starry? I don’t want to lose him again, TC! I don’t want to!”

Thundercracker turned his helm to nuzzle his mate and kiss his helm to reassure him, despite his own worries.

“Hush, love. No one will kill him, I promise you. I won’t let that happens.”

He giggled when Starscream tickled him when he explored his helm vents with his inquisitive tiny digits and added. “Besides, who would want to kill such a cute lil thing? They’ll all love our baby, Warp!”

Skywarp nodded and smiled weakly, but worry was still lingering in his optics. He hugged his mate closer and nuzzled his neck, sighing.

“Alright, TC, I believe you” he said and reached to pet his son’s helm and tickle his winglets.

Feeling his bearer’s worries and fear, Starscream tilted his helm and cooed interrogatively at him, reaching to gently pat his cheek, reassuring him some. Skywarp giggled and tickled his nose, making the baby seeker giggle and coo happily. Starscream crawl from his sire’s arms to his bearer and Skywarp cradled him, petting his back and winglets. After a moment, Starscream yawn widely and snuggled closer to his mommy’s spark with a tired chirp.

“Aw, someone’s sleepy here. Time for a nap, Starry” Skywarp cooed and brought the tiny seekerlet to the makeshift crib in the corner of the room. He laid him there and Starscream curled on his side, snugly tucked in a warm and fluffy blanket.

TC chuckled and patted his tiny son’s helm. Starscream leaned on the touch and nuzzled the palm with a sleepy coo as he slipped in recharge. Tomorrow they were going back to Earth and then … well, they would see what happened then and if it came to the worst Skywarp could still warp them out, but Thundercracker really hoped it wouldn’t come down to that. Primus knew his family had gone through enough. He just wanted to live in peace and raise Starry into the mech he should have been.

*~*The next day, Earth’s space bridge*~*

Jazz was waiting with the combined Autobots and Decepticons Forces on Earth. He had been temporarily put in charge of things here until their Leaders and SICs were back and surprisingly enough the Decepticons didn’t even protested about this arrangement.

Actually was he the most anxious about getting back his mate. He had been worried sick and the distance had made it impossible to feel more through their bond than that Prowl was still alive and Bluestreak, standing beside his bearer, wasn’t any better off, if the constant flow of words was anything to go by. That and Jazz felt his creation’s worry leaking through their bond. He tried to comfort him, but had to admit that he wasn’t really paying attention to his blabbering. He was more occupied with worrying over the recent news they got and the changes they implied.

Ironhide and Starscream had been turned into happy little sparklings and remembered nothing previous of that state and their leaders … well, apparently Optimus and Megatron had come to a term in their relationship and were perfectly happy to be together with their sparklings. It was, in Jazz’ opinion, completely crazy, but in a good way. It meant that, basically, since the two leaders of the warring factions were now loving bondmates, that the war was over and in that case he didn’t really care how that had been archived. It would admittedly take some getting used to, but hey, they were happy together and weren’t waging war anymore.

He looked around and saw that everyone was oddly silent, even the Decepticons, except for the Coneheads. They chatted and whispered in low, slightly cruel tunes among themselves, eyeing the space bridge. The Combaticons and remaining Constructicons were also clustered together and a bit away from them stood Octane, one of the triple changers, and the Insecticons, waiting nervously, but silent.

As for the Autobots, aside from worrying about their comrades they also wanted to see if what they had heard was true. The Aerialbots and the Dinobots were clustered together, as well as the Minibots and Tracks and Smokescreen. The only one actually waiting calm and peacefully was Skyfire, and he had a strange little smile, as if remembering some old, good memories.

When the light from the space bridge rose, every single optic locked on the doors.

The first to step out were the troops that had followed Prowl and Soundwave to Cybertron. The triple changers instantly reunited with their trine member and so did the Constructicons and Motormaster. Wheeljack and Perceptor greeted everyone friendly, then went to Skyfire. And then a rather tensed Ratchet appeared with a little bundle of joy in his arms and a pair of quite intimidating twins, one on each side like bodyguards, glaring at every bot that dared to come too close to them.

There were whispers and gasps and Ratchet ignored everyone to step away and stop at a good distance from the space bridge and the gathered mech. He seemed annoyed by the possessiveness Sunstreaker displayed by laying an arm around his hip and shooting his trademark death glares at everyone daring to even look Ratchet’s way, but didn’t do anything to stop him. Neither did he seem to mind that Sideswipe was cooing over the tiny red mech in the medic’s arms, making him coo and giggle in return. Despite the yellow twins glares many looked at them with awed optics, but when Tracks and Smokescreen tried to get a closer look they were met with a wall named Sunstreaker.

“Go away! Ratch doesn’t need any of you pestering him!” he growled and they retreated. Nobody in their right mind messed with Sunstreaker when it could be avoided.

As soon as Prowl stepped out of the space bridge, he was tackled by Jazz, who, dignity be damned, refused to let go of him. Bluestreak was a bit more sensitive in that matter and pulled the two to their pedes, but only join them, pinning the slightly embarrassed tactician between them.

“Dad, is that true? The war’s over?” the young Datsun asked overexcited, but before Prowl could answer the seekers stepped out of the space bridge, attracting everyone’s attention with their tiny bundle. A bundle that was loudly chirping and clicking and looking around curiously, peeking from his bearer’s arms. Skywarp was shushing him and petting him to calm him down, but little Starscream was very curious and excited. The glares the Coneheads threw – apparently they weren’t too happy with this development – didn’t face him at all, but they did bother his sire, who stepped in front of his mate and sparkling and glared right back at them, daring anyone to come closer and try something. He kept that defensive stance until the big, gentle Skyfire stepped to them with his warm, calm smile.

“So it’s true. I never thought Starscream was such a lovely little sparkling” he said and Starscream, the personification of curiosity, tried to reach for him, chirping happily. It was almost as if he still recognised his old friend and the big shuttle liked to think that was the case.

“Yes, Starscream, you know me, don’t you?”

If anything the warm smile made the pair even more suspicious and Thundercracker eyed Skyfire warily, while Skywarp was holding his son close to his chest.

“No need to worry. I could never harm him” the scientist tried to appease the worried parents. “Starscream and I had been ... close, very close in fact, lovers, back in the academy. I know him from the inside out, so to speak, but I didn’t know you are his creators.”

Starscream reached for him again and Skyfire offered a digit to explore and started to chuckle when the sparkling started to happily chew on them, while the adult seekers looked a bit shocked.

“Your lover? He never mentioned anything about that, but then … there were a lot of things he hid from us” the blue seeker said with sorrow and shook his head.

Skywarp opened his arms a little, permitting Skyfire to caress the little seekerlet as he didn’t believe the large flier was a threat anymore and his bulky form kept the others from getting too close.

At that moment, the last of the returning mechs came out of the space bridge and stepped on the desert ground. Everyone fell silent and turned their way.

Megatron and Optimus Prime were standing side by side, the Autobot Leader holding something so tiny it couldn’t be recognised from a safe distance, but everyone knew it had to be their sons, the sparklings that ended the war. Still nobody was brave enough to approach them with the way Megatron was towering over his mate like the overprotective, fiercely possessive mech he was.

“Er, Optimus, can we have a look at the little ones or will the big guy rip my head off if I try?” Jazz grinned, finally letting go of his own mate. Prime frowned slightly and looked the mechs eager to see the tiny miracles for themselves, then to Megatron and their creations, who chirped at him curiously.

“Fine, he sighed. “But only one after the other. No touching and keep the volume low.”

“Or you will have to answer to me!” the silver Decepticon Lord added, wordlessly promising pain beyond description.

“Primus, aren’t they cute? What happened to all the ‘a military base is no place for a sparkling’ stuff you were stuttering when Cliffy and Blue had been this small?” the monochrome mech asked, peaking at the little twins, who in return eyed him wearily, unsure what to make of the stranger, but not really scared of him since their bearer didn’t seem to mind him. Their sire did, but despite their young age the sparkling had already figured that their sire reacted like that towards everyone. That of course didn’t mean it didn’t still affect them, but it had been worse the first few days.

“I never was that small” Cliffjumper complained from his bearer’s side. Mirage shot a suffering glare to Hound, who simply shrugged and then followed his bondmate to see for himself who had managed to end this ages-old conflict without any violence. There was still a lot to do; even with their leaders linked together more efficiently than any treaty could have the damage done through the war couldn’t be just declared unmade, but it was a good start and right now everyone just wanted to celebrate those tiny miracles that had finally brought their race peace.

-TBC-

End Note: there will be over soon… I hope you all enjoyed the story! I still have an epilogue to write, and then… We’ll see!
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