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author: FireCracker
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Warnings: None really, at least not here. My Transformers are overall less blocky than the ones in G1, shaped more humanoid but still with plates. Makes for easier sex scenes to imagine. They can also reproduce via the spark principle, among compatible individuals. More on that later. And yeah, they have sex.

Skyfire has a major falling out with Optimus Prime. He leaves the autobots and learns his true heritage as decepticon. Starscream awaits, as do many others. (Blitzwing, Astrotrain, minicon Breaker, Thundercracker, Starscream, Skywarp, Octane) H/C,Yaoi

SPECIAL NOTE: Cybertronian terms for Parenthood: Pada (parent, non-birthing) Sana (birthing parent).

System Error

Runabout made his way about the base, his chestplate puffed with pride. Incredible as it seemed, he was an uncle! Runamuck’s labor had been quick and relatively pain free, although his systems were down with mildly corrupted data.

Probably the sparkling causing that. He mused. Man, all that howling and carrying on. Don’t know if I’d want to go through that.

He paused briefly in the main corridors. Hook and Bonecrusher were having a private conversation at the bay doors.

The battlecharger waved at them. “HEY, you guys.”

Hook glanced over first and shielded his face with a hand. Bonecrusher whispered in his audio. “Pit take it, he’s coming this way!”

“Is there no place for privacy in this infernal-“

Runabout slapped Hook on the back, rattling the constructicon’s mainframe. “What’s up? I understand you have a new addition to your group!”

“Yes!” Hook straightened up, annoyed. “Now if you don’t mind, we were having a private discussion.”

“Heh. Don’t be like that. Did the little bugger hatch yet?”

Bonecrusher sniffed. “Of course not. We constructicons are an advanced lot. Our offspring take longer to develop.”

“Yeah, well…not to bring up a sore topic, but about Runamuck’s sparkling-“

“Don’t remind us!”

“Now c’mon, that makes us inlaws or something, right?” Runabout shrugged. “No hard feelings about our party downstairs?”

Hook clenched his fists. “I swear, when I get my hand units on the clown who passed out those notes and candy…”

“Didn’t you have a good time? We did.”

“That isn’t the point.” Hook growled. “Some prankster played a cheap trick on us all!”

Runabout shrugged again. “What’s done is done. But our sparklings should get to know each other. After all, they’re cousins.”

“Must we discuss this now?” Bonecrusher fidgeted. “I’m getting surges just thinking about it.”

Runabout laughed and turned to go. “Don’t blow a gasket, Bonecrusher. We’ll be in touch.”

“So you say.”

()

Starscream and Skyfire sat quietly in bed and stared at the crib. Eventually Skyfire broke the silence.

“Starscream, isn’t this stupid? We need to stay busy, not sit here and look at our eggs.”

The seeker folded his arms. “Do what you want, Skyfire. But I intend to watch them. They could hatch at any time!”

“Suspend everything for this? It’s nuts!”

“Not with the base on restricted duty. I say-“

“It could be breems before they hatch! Breaker can notify us of any change.”

“I laid them, and I can watch them! Go make yourself busy if you need to!”

“I still say it’s stupid!”

Loud beeping interrupted a potential argument. Breaker sat between the eggs in the crib.

“Not argue, sparklings not ready. Still time.”

Skyfire appeared surprised. “You can tell that? Sense their rate of development?”

“Is so. Can analyze.” The minicon transformed to sphere mode and hummed.

Starscream noticed something immediately, seeing Breaker next to the eggs. “Skyfire, are my optics playing tricks on me, or…”

Blue optics flashed. “I see it too! The other cycle they were all the same size, but now…”

“They’re growing!” Starscream screeched in happy surprise. It was true. The eggs were noticeably larger than Breaker’s sphere mode.

The minicon answered their next question. “Forgot mention. Eggs mass shift to approximate hatch size. Is normal, all sparklings do as bodies develop. Shells expand.”

Starscream stared into the crib. “Will they get much larger before hatching?”

Breaker paused and analyzed. “Not much more. Twelve percent, maximum.”

“That’s good enough!” Starscream patted the eggs gently, grinning. “I told you they’d have good size, Skyfire!”

“So you did.” The big jet approached the crib and smiled. “Always a new surprise!”

()

A weary Soundwave glanced over at his new sparkling. Frenzy, LaserBeak, and Rumble hovered around the crib.

LaserBeak flapped her wings gently. A new addition! This is fabulous.

Soundwave edged up in bed. “It’s unfortunate Megatron isn’t found.” his head dropped.

Frenzy moved to comfort him, patting. “Things will work out, Soundwave. There’s always hope he can be cured. But we have to find him first.”

Soundwave glanced around. “Speaking of which, I’m concerned about Ravage. She hasn’t been seen in breems. Have any of you been able to make contact?”

“No.” Rumble admitted, clearly uncomfortable. “At first I thought she was having a mood, but something is definitely wrong.”

Perhaps she is offbase. LaserBeak suggested. You know how she gets when something is interesting.

“You may be right.” Soundwave eased up painfully in bed. “The rest of you search for her. I’ll have the combaticons look for Megatron.”

“Yeah, okay.” Rumble answered. “Shoot, the base is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. It might make finding Megatron easier.”

Soundwave looked to Frenzy next. “Are you up to it?”

“A little tired.” Frenzy responded. “But I’ll make it. DeadEnd is watching our egg.”

“Since everyone is on restricted duty, there’s no hurry. Megatron can’t go off base without the alarms sounding.”

Frenzy observed the old decepticon. “Soundwave, don’t be sad. We’ll find him.”

“I know. It’s just…an occasion like this should be shared.”

LazerBeak floated gently. Things look bleak now, but the final outcome is yet to be determined.

“I’d like to think so. Now all of you, continue the search. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m stayin’ here.” Rumble sat on the bed stubbornly. “I know you, Soundwave. You’ll sit here and brood.”

The communications officer chuckled, a harmonic rumble. “Since you’re so determined, check the temperature controls in the crib.”

“Will do.” Rumble waved at his fellow cassettes in dismissal. “Go on, beat it. I got everything covered here.”

()

Thundercracker gently applied polish to purple wings. Skywarp sighed blissfully at the attention, his sore mainframe soaking in a tub of hot oil.

“Feeling better?”

The purple seeker shivered. “Much. I didn’t realize there was so much trauma involved during a hatch.”

Black hands worked carefully. “Imagine how Starscream must feel, having twins.”

“I’ll try not to. You check the temperature in the crib?”

“It’s fine, well within range. I think our daughter likes heat.”

Skywarp laughed. “How can you tell, TC? She isn’t even born yet.”

The blue seeker grinned. “Well, her shell is getting quite shiny. It looks like chrome!”

“Really?” Skywarp flicked a wing. “I’ll take a look later.”

“I’m glad things are quiet for the time being.”

“We’d better take advantage of this down time. Things are likely to get wild before too long.”

Thundercracker traced a cloth over Skywarp’s helmet. “Maybe. But how wild can it be with new sparklings on the horizon?”

“That’s precisely my point. None of us knows anything about raising sparklings. I’m kind of nervous, in a way.”

“You’ll think we’ll be bad parents?”

“I wouldn’t say bad, but can we provide everything she needs? Let’s face it, our lives aren’t stable.”

“Warp, don’t start about the war again.”

“Maybe we should talk to the triplechangers about their offer. It seemed to have a lot of potential.”

“A lot of potential pitfalls, you mean. First things, first. Out of this tub so I can dry you off.”

“Huh.” Grunting heavily, the sore seeker lifted himself up from the tub. Thundercracker buffed him dry briskly.

“Bed.” The blue seeker ordered, pointing.

“You just love ordering me around, don’t you?”

“Of course.” He gave his bondmate a shove. “Besides, we can watch our daughter shine quietly in the crib.”

Skywarp snickered. “You’re ridiculous.”

Thundercracker tickled a dark wing. “I have my moods. I’ve fixed a bowl of treats. You need quality energon to regain your strength.”

Skywarp moved slowly to the bedroom. “You may have a point. I still feel weird and out of synch.”

“It’s no wonder in that.” Thundercracker kept pushing Skywarp along. “I’ve analyzed your systems. You’re only operating at 63 percent efficiency.”

“Really? I sensed 71 percent. Even my analysis is off.”

“Don’t worry about it. With proper rest and recharge, you should be good as new.” Thundercracker eased his bondmate into bed. “Now take it easy. I’ll bring you some energon treats.”

Skywarp stretched into bed. “What do you suppose happened to Megatron? With all the births going on, I’m surprised he isn’t a bigger topic around base.”

Thundercracker pulled a blanket over Skywarp, thoughtful. “I don’t think anyone cares outside of Soundwave.”

()

Starscream showered and prepared to leave the lab. Skyfire halted him in the main work area.

“Where do you think you’re going, Star? You’re in no condition to be wandering around!”

Crimson optics flared. “I won’t be ‘wandering around.’ In case you’ve forgotten, I still hold command status. I merely want to check out the base.”

“Not fifty astroseconds ago you wanted to stay here with our children.”

“As you pointed out earlier, there’s no need to watch them all cycle. Besides, you and Breaker are here. And I’ll surely sense any change that occurs.”

“Hm.” Skyfire huffed, pulling his seeker close. “Don’t sprain anything. Take your time. And another thing-“

Starscream wiggled from the tight embrace. “Oh honestly, Sky. I won’t break! Besides, I have responsibilities in case you’ve forgotten. Why don’t you work on your notes until I get back?”

Skyfire rested his chin over Starscream’s head affectionately. “Good idea. Lab work’s been suspended for far too long anyway. I’ve been meaning to check on the battlechargers.”

Starscream kissed a white hand before making his exit. “Runamuck probably isn’t ready for work, but you can buzz Runabout. Battlechargers have a nose for trouble when they aren’t busy.”

Skyfire laughed, watching his seeker leave. “Tell me about it.”

()

The planetoid world of Kaos 3.

A gathering of decepticons surrounded BlackBolt at the main exit platform. Much discussion and debate had occurred over the last few cycles over a decision.

The ancient seeker was insistent. “My mind is made up, I tell you.”

Rail shook his head. “I still think you should wait. Your sudden appearance after so long is bound to cause suspicion.”

BlackBolt flicked a wing in annoyance. “How so, boy? My legend precedes me. Have I ever been a liability to my kind?”

Rail was abashed. “Of course not, but-“

“If anything I can cover suspicion under the cloak of celebrity.”

Tracker wasn’t so sure. “Maybe, but Soundwave is bound to ask questions. What’s your cover story?”

BlackBolt huffed. “I don’t need one. Many have been lost across time and reappeared through various circumstance. My policy is keep it simple. Anything I don’t explain I won’t have to lie about later.”

FireBomb folded her arms. “That being said, they’ll still want a status report. And in your case, a long one.”

Sharp features tilted in a smile. “War is a convenient excuse for everything, my dear. I’ve merely been wandering the universe after suffering a terrible bout of motherboard virus. Once healed by neutrals, I decided to rejoin my kith and kin.”

Monger nodded. “Sounds plausible without overkill.”

BlackBolt patted a purple arm. “Pit take it, you talk like Astrotrain. After hearing about your reunion I decided against waiting here. My circuits ache to see my son.”

“We understand. It must be difficult for you.” LowGrade commented.

BlackBolt nodded as he prepared for takeoff. “Yes. Your pada was always a restless sort, and I’m no different. I’m surprised you all remain here.”

“This installation is our heritage, and entrusted to our care. We come and go freely, but this is our home.”

“Eventually everyone will return.” Barrage said fiercely.

“You refer to the Plan.” BlackBolt grinned, flexing his wings. “I’d almost forgotten.”

“A new empire, BlackBolt. Free from autocratic idiots.”

“We’ll see. I’ve seen many plans come and go.”

RazorCut handed the seeker some energon cubes. “Here, take these along. They’re extra nutritious in case of emergency.”

“I’m not anticipating any problems. But thanks anyway.”

()

Ramjet walked the empty corridors, grinning as he smoked a stick.

It’s weird, all this quiet. I guess everyone is waiting on their hatch.

The searcher saw Motormaster staring down another access hall. He waved for attention.

“Hey, Motormaster! What’s going on?”

The hulking decepticon pointed around the corner. “You see this?”

Ramjet followed his line of sight. Bright graffiti covered several walls.

“What in?”

“I just saw this a few astroseconds ago.” Motormaster gawked at the mess. “Can you believe it?”

Ramjet stared at the crazy scribble and laughed out loud.

FRENZY INTERFACES AND TELLS

CALL SOUNDWAVE FOR A GOOD TIME 9882-0533

BREAKER DRINKS LUBE

STARSCREAM HAS COOTIES

DRAGSTRIP LIKES ORGIES

MENASOR SWALLOWS

SKYFIRE DOES GESTALTS

HOOK HAS A FLAT AFT

Motormaster put hands on hips. “Heh. I think we’ve found Megatron.”

()

Skyfire was busy arranging data disks in the lab when Runabout entered, a big grin on his faceplate.

“So hey, Skyfire. Any news on the scientific front?”

The big jet grinned in response. “Not much, other than waiting for the hatch. You?”

The battlecharger shrugged and sat at the workstation. “Eh, bro’s still fussing about when his egg will crack. I keep tellin’ him to settle down and just wait. It ain’t like we can force the issue.”

“No.” Skyfire set disks on the table. “Breaker says sparklings take anywhere from three to twenty breems before hatching.”

“I was afraid it was something like that. Got any work to do yet?”

“Just pulling out a few files from before. We’ll need to set up everything again, although I’m not sure how much can be accomplished on light duty.”

“Yeah, Runamuck’s still tender. I gotta give him oil scrubs since he’s too stiff to climb in the tub. Kinda crazy, going through all that for one egg.”

“The end result is worth it, though.”

“Where’s Breaker? Seems kinda weird, him not being around.”

“He’s in the back with the eggs. Sort of a personalized sparkling sitter.”

Runabout scratched his head. “Good deal. By the way, maybe you can clear up a mystery. Runamuck’s egg seems to be growing-“

“They mass shift to birth size, according to Breaker.”

Runabout frowned in suspicion. “Breaker sure knows a lot about sparklings. I wonder why.”

“I wonder a lot of things about our mysterious minicon-“

A gleaming sphere rolled into the lab area suddenly. “Greetings all, cycle good.”

“What’s up, spitball?” Runabout waved.

Breaker rolled up a wall panel and plopped on the table. “Not funny.”

“Stop bein’ so sensitive. I was telling Skyfire you know a lot about sparklings.”

“Know much about much. Some not know anything.”

“Hey!!”

Skyfire covered his mouth to keep from laughing. “How are the sparklings, Breaker? Starscream already buzzed me for an update this morning.”

The sphere vibrated. “Babies fine, sense less space in shells. Will hatch soon. Is motion.”

Skyfire nearly dropped a disk. “They’re moving around?! Shouldn’t we be doing something-“

Breaker hummed in amusement. “Need calm, still not time yet. Young parents silly.”

“I’m not being silly! If the shells crack I need to get back there.”

Breaker shifted to bot mode and pointed. “Then sit like idiot, watch. Not change anything.”

“Man, I swear you minicons got smart mouths.” Runabout cracked his knuckles. “Course, nobody messes with battlechargers like that.”

“Not bother.” Breaker quipped, sitting down.

()

The triplechangers conversed in Octane’s quarters. However, his cranky and sore insecticon was in no mood for company.

“Eeerrr, go somewhere else. The egg is perfect, perfect.” An agitated Shrapnel waved his arms. “Weee don’t need a crowd, crowd.”

“It’s nice to see you too.” Blitzwing snipped. “Hopefully the sparkling won’t have too much insecticon taint.”

Octane appeared annoyed. “Stop fussing, Shrapnel. They’re here to bless the sparkling.”

“Who assssked them?” Shrapnel huffed. “ Bombshell and Kickback have visited with approval. We need nothing more, more!”

“The sparkling is part insecticon, sweet bot. Remember that.” Octane’s voice was sinister.

“Stupid little roach.” Astrotrain groused. “Have a bit of appreciation if you can manage it.”

Shrapnel’s antennae twitched. “I can manage my own sparkling, you old boxcar, boxcar!”

“Enough of this.” Octane stepped between the two. He nodded at Blitzwing.

The decepticon tank touched a finger to the egg. “Strength and guile, little one.”

Astrotrain was next. “Power and cunning.”

Octane nodded in appreciation. “Thanks. Shrapnel?”

The agitated insecticon waved his arms again. “Yesss, whatever. Now I want to spend time alone with you!”

Astrotrain was smug. “What’s wrong, Shrapnel? Programs running hot?”

“It’sss none of your business. Now if you don’t mind-“

Octane squeezed his insecticon. “You’re really in a mood today.”

“Mood iss diffcult with these cretins here, here.”

“I’m leaving, before someone ends up in service bay.” Astrotrain headed for the doors.

Blitzwing glanced back at Octane as he followed. Control your insecticon. Our children won’t tolerate his attitude on Kaos 3.

After the doors closed, Shrapnel gripped Octane. “At lassst, dear. Let’s fool around!”

Octane curved a smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

Shrapnel held him closer, optics glazed. “Hopefully sssomething pervy, pervy.”

()

Thundercracker returned to quarters after his own brief patrol about base. He saw the crazy graffiti and pondered the location of Megatron. Skywarp found the situation hilarious as he listened in their living room.

“Those are pretty funny…my favorite is the one about Starscream having cooties!”

Thundercracker laughed. “Yeah, he’s gonna burn a compressor over that one. I didn’t sense a hot trail for Megatron, though. Apparently he painted and ran.”

“He’ll show up sooner or later. Soundwave’s gotta be ticked.”

The blue seeker shrugged. “He’s busy watching his own hatch now. Speaking of which, how’s our pretty daughter?”

“TC, you’re nuts. She isn’t out of the shell yet!”

“Well, her shell’s beautiful.”

“She’s grown some more. Go see.”

“Really?” Thundercracker retreated to the bedroom. Skywarp followed. Both seekers beamed as they approached the crib.

“Incredible! She’s larger by nearly nine percent.” Thundercracker concluded.

Skywarp patted the egg gently and rearranged the blankets. “I guess it makes sense, though. It would be hard to picture a sparkling small as a minicon.”

“True.” Thundercracker couldn’t stop grinning. He tilted his head in analysis mode.

Skywarp likewise went silent, his senses running.

Thundercracker spoke first. “Analysis complete. Sparkling growth rate approximately 44 billidons per astrosecond. Variance down to 15 as hatch approaches.”

“You’re within four percent accuracy.” Skywarp commented.

“What?”

“Her growth is 38 billidons per astrosecond, and the variance will drop to 7 when she runs out of room.”

Thundercracker cocked an optic. “Oh really?”

Skywarp was smug. “I laid her, I should know.”

()

Rumble raced into Soundwave’s quarters with news. The communications officer was performing scanner sweeps.

“What occurs, Rumble? You’ve located Megatron?”

The excited cassette was shouting. “No, but you won’t believe this. We’ve picked up a visual of friendly approach. An unknown deception seeker.”

Soundwave started at that. “Odd. Do you have a configuration?”

“You won’t believe this, but it appears to be an ancient! Mixmaster is confirming visual through our databanks.”

Soundwave stood, visiors aglow. “Fascinating. It appears we have an unusual guest on the way.”

()

Starscream returned to the lab, surprised at the bustle of activity. Skyfire had tablets and discs scattered everywhere on tables, while Breaker worked on a molecular model nearby. Runabout was viewing the screen and making recommendations while writing chemical formulas.

“What in Cybertron?” the red seeker was surprised.

Skyfire waved. “Join us, Star. Are you surprised?”

Starscream approached the table. “A bit. Especially since we’re on reduced status.”

Massive shoulders shrugged. “I figured this was a good time to catch up on work . Besides, Breaker informs me that egg watching is pointless.”

“They’re our eggs and we’ll do anything we damn please.” Starscream glared at the minicon, who glanced his way. “It’s none of his business.”

Runabout seated himself at the table. “By the way, you see all that graffiti out there?”

“What graffiti?” Skyfire wondered.

The battlecharger seemed uncomfortable. “Well, uh…seems as though somebody’s gone around the base posting up junk.”

“What kind of junk?” Skyfire insisted. Breaker paused in his work and listened.

Starscream sat. “I’d like to know myself.”

“You sure?”

“Get on with it!!” the seeker screeched.

Runabout put down his notepad. “Okay, but don’t kill the messenger. Somebody painted messages all over the base walls. Sayin’ stuff like…uh…”

Suspicious optics narrowed. “Like?”

“Like Frenzy interfaces and tells, Breaker likes to drink lube…”

“Is stupid!” the angry minicon snapped.

“…and that you can call Soundwave for a good time-“

“Bad taste isn’t illegal.” Skyfire commented.

“Yeah, well, there’s more. Like how Dragstrip digs orgies, Menasor likes to swallow, and-“

“This is ridiculous!” Starscream cracked.

“…and that Hook has a flat aft…”

“He does, that isn’t news.”

“ …that you have cooties…”

“I what?!” another screech.

“And that Skyfire does gestalts.” Runabout shrugged again. “And those are just the ones I had time to read. There’s crap everywhere.”

Skyfire was ticked. “Gestalts?! From what sample?”

Looks like the work of Megatron, if you ask me.”

Starscream shrieked again. “How dare he say I have cooties? I’ll fry his addled, pathetic aft to atoms!”

The minicon joined them. “Now Breaker pissed, too.”

()

Two very old deceptions had a different outlook. Astrotrain and Blitzwing strolled the hallways, laughing as they read.

“Here’s a good one, Blitzy.” Astrotrain pointed at a wall panel.

“I saw that, Astro. So Starscream has cooties?”

The train snickered. “I never discovered that. Of course, it’s been awhile. Seekers are known to get around!”

Blitzwing read another scribble. “Wait, this one’s new. I believe we’re famous.”

“Oh?”

“How’d he find out about me and Thundercracker? Not to mention you with Skywarp, and-“

Astrotrain stared at another wall. “Never mind!”

Blitzwing kept reading. “You and Octane did Mixmaster and never told me?”

“We didn’t want to upset you…”

“You useless piece of scrap!” Blitzwing roared.

Astrotrain hooked his bondmate by the arm. “Not out here in the halls, Blitzy. Our reputation’s bad enough as it is.”

“We have no reputation, Astro.”

“I hadn’t noticed. How drunk were you that time Vortex was depressed?”

Blitzwing huffed and moved away. “That was pity, nothing more. I still want to know about you and the stunticons!”

Astrotrain was thinking. “Before or after they combined into Menasor?”

“Either one. What fragging difference does it make?”

“They’re wilder than the combaticons, but not as skilled as the constructicons.”

Blitzwing snickered. “Onslaught does like it rough. Still, you didn’t answer my question.”

Astrotrain winked and pulled Blitzwing along. “Now Blitzy, don’t believe everything you read.”

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