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Prowl wasn’t really sure what woke him up.  The last thing he remembered was his logic chips crashing.  But when he online, he immediately knew that it wasn’t the same type of onlining that came from when Ratchet finished fixing him.

While he didn’t know what woke him up, he immediately associated the sparkling chirping at him to be Bluestreak, and that said sparkling was quite content on watching him online.

“How long have you been there?” he asked, not really expecting a reply but got one anyway.

“For about a minute,” Jazz answered, coming into view.  “He’s been latched onto me ever since we got back and has only calmed down when you’re near.”

Prowl pushed himself up to a sitting position, dislodging the sparkling.  Bluestreak tumbled down to rest in his lap, giggling the entire time.  “Do I want to know?”

Even though the question could have meant anything, Jazz answered it with what Prowl wanted.  “The only Autobots not caught by the blast were me, you, Ratchet, Skyfire, and the mechs that weren’t on the battle field.”

“And the Decepticons?

“The seekers escaped it, Soundwave’s cassettes, plus two Stunticons.  We locked them up because they’ve been highly unstable since coming here.”

“And whoever wasn’t at the battle,” Prowl murmured, though his attention was quickly diverted to Bluestreak.  The sparkling was trying to hand him a shiny piece of plastic which was oddly twisted to look like a flower.

“Skywarp made those,” Jazz explained as Prowl took the offered flowered, looking a bit baffled as Bluestreak settled down and snuggled right up against the armor of Prowl abdomen.  “He was with my group earlier.”

“Where’s ‘your group’ now?”

“With Blaster and his cassettes.  They’re able to watch larger groups easier than us.”

“Is there a reason why the Seekers have been helping with the sparklings?” Prowl asked at last, the one question that’s been in his processor since he woke up.

“Yes, but Ratchet better explain it.”

“Why Ratchet?”

“Because I don’t want to dodge wrenches when I told him I made you fritz.  And not in a good way.”

Prowl warmed in embarrassment at the comment that Jazz made and was glad that Bluestreak was currently a sparkling.  The little mech was already in recharge and definitely wouldn’t remember it.

oOo

“No!  Touch hurt!”

Those words greeted Prowl and Jazz as the walked into the medbay and by this time, Prowl had dedicated only a percentage of his processor to the errors his logic chips were sending him.  And he was glad that he did so.

Because there would have been a good possibility that he would have fritzed when he saw a rather tiny Sunstreaker holding onto an equally tiny Sideswipe with a death grip.  Sunstreaker glared at Ratchet, actually growling every time the medic reached for either one of them.

“Still trying to remove Side’s jetpack?”

“Yes.  And he cries out every time I reach for him.”  Ratchet sighed.  “When they were normal, it was practically impossible to get them to leave me alone.  Now they don’t want to be here!”

In Prowl’s arms, Bluestreak woke up and looked around, watching the others intently.  Whenever one of the twins looked back at him, Bluestreak would hide his face against Prowl’s armor.  Quickly, this escalated to a game on whether they could catch the other watching and Ratchet used this distraction to his advantage.

Jazz and Bluestreak visibly winced at the stereo effect of the twins’ crying, but the other two just took it in stride, Ratchet quickly taking the tiny jetpack and subspacing.  He knew that if either one of the sparklings saw where he put it, they’d go after it when he wasn’t looking.

A moment later, Ratchet opened his comm. and said out loud, “Can someone come get the twins?”

After a minute the medbay door opened and Thundercracker walked in, grinning slightly when Prowl tensed, his doorwings arching up.  He easily gathered the twins up, the both of them clinging onto his armor and crying, no longer wanting anything to do Ratchet.

“Is there anyone else you want to look at?” Thundercracker asked.

“Not now.  It can wait for later.”

“All right.”  He started back to the door, pausing by Prowl and asking, “Want me to take the little one?”

Bluestreak promptly answered that by pressing closer to Prowl and Thundercracker left it at that, not forcing the sparkling to come with them.  When the doors closed, Prowl turned and looked at Ratchet.  “Explain.”

oOo

Swoop was faintly baffled at everything that was happening.  He was in the medbay when Starscream came in and explained the Seeker programs that had them be so protective of sparklings.  When he got done, he gave Swoop a look and ask what programs were installed in him.  When Ratchet told him, Starscream said, “You’ll do just fine,” and left it at that.

Of course, he wondered if this is what he meant when he onlined to the feeling of small feet walking over his chassis.

“You Grimlock off!” he said tiredly, picking the tiny Dinobot leader, only to sigh in annoyance when the sparkling settled down in his hands and went into recharge.

And that wasn’t even half of it.  Swoop could have sworn that he left the others to recharge in a crib like contraption that Jazz had helped him put together, but Grimlock was on his chest, Sludge was curled up by his head, Slag was on one of his wings, and Snarl was curled up next to his body, each of them in their dinosaur mode.

Though he had to admit, with his four other team mates next to him like this, it was rather comforting…

oOo

Silverbolt wasn’t sure what he expected when he came back to the Ark, the rest of the Aerialbots in their section of the Ark, resting and getting some energon before they decide whether they should visit the main sections or just stay in their area.

It could almost be the same as any other day.  The twins were being chased by Red Alert.  Ironhide was watching them, grumbling to himself.  Wheeljack was talking to Perceptor in some incoherent babble that no one else appeared to understand.  Hound was sitting beside Mirage and trying to share his energon with the highborn mech.  Bluestreak was talking nonstop to Prowl, not caring that the tactician was only half paying attention to him, the other half on a report in his hand.

If it weren’t for the fact that everyone except Prowl and Perceptor were sparklings, it was almost like a normal day at the base.

“Prowl?” he asked as he came close to the Datsun.  On the table, Bluestreak fell silent, staring up at Silverbolt fearfully and the Aerialbot was suspicious that the quiet sparkling was the only reason why Prowl looked up.

“Ah.  Silverbolt, back from the aerial exercises?”  He took the datapad that Silverbolt held out to him.

“Yes.  If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“A long explanation that’s best given to you by Ratchet.”  After glancing over the datapad, he subspaced it.  “Pay no mind to the Decepticons.  They’re only here to help.”

“What!?”

oOo

Fireflight thought it was a legitimate question.  But apparently the others didn’t really think so.

“Hey guys?  Why is there a little Blades in here?”

“Not now Flight!” was the instantaneous response, three other voices blending into one.

“No!  Seriously!  Come over here and look!”

With a sigh, Air Raid was the first one to come over only to stop, staring down at the small form in confusion.  When the other two came over, they could only do the same.

“… Are we sure it’s Blades?”

“I don’t hang around him much but that’s definitely his armor.”

“It could be a toy.”

“Like one of those stuffed animal things humans have?”

“Yea.”

Slingshot reached forward only to pull back when he got a angry growl for his troubles.

“No, he’s real.”

“Is he a… a baby?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What are we to do with him?”

“There you are!”

In unison, the four Aerialbots just watched in shock as Skywarp walked into their area.  “I turn around for two seconds to help Inferno and you disappear on me!”  The black and purple seeker picked up the sparkling, and heedless to Blades growling and chewing on his fingers, he gave the other four a smile.  “Sorry about that.  I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

The seeker turned and left.  All four of them were still staring at the door after it had shut and before too long, Fireflight said, “Hit me.”

“Why…” Skydive asked, distracted.

“Because either I ran into something or a Decepticon was just civil with us.  I’m not sure which one I prefer, but only the first one could possible happen.  Just hit me.”

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Prowl wasn’t really sure what woke him up.  The last thing he remembered was his logic chips crashing.  But when he online, he immediately knew that it wasn’t the same type of onlining that came from when Ratchet finished fixing him.

While he didn’t know what woke him up, he immediately associated the sparkling chirping at him to be Bluestreak, and that said sparkling was quite content on watching him online.

“How long have you been there?” he asked, not really expecting a reply but got one anyway.

“For about a minute,” Jazz answered, coming into view.  “He’s been latched onto me ever since we got back and has only calmed down when you’re near.”

Prowl pushed himself up to a sitting position, dislodging the sparkling.  Bluestreak tumbled down to rest in his lap, giggling the entire time.  “Do I want to know?”

Even though the question could have meant anything, Jazz answered it with what Prowl wanted.  “The only Autobots not caught by the blast were me, you, Ratchet, Skyfire, and the mechs that weren’t on the battle field.”

“And the Decepticons?

“The seekers escaped it, Soundwave’s cassettes, plus two Stunticons.  We locked them up because they’ve been highly unstable since coming here.”

“And whoever wasn’t at the battle,” Prowl murmured, though his attention was quickly diverted to Bluestreak.  The sparkling was trying to hand him a shiny piece of plastic which was oddly twisted to look like a flower.

“Skywarp made those,” Jazz explained as Prowl took the offered flowered, looking a bit baffled as Bluestreak settled down and snuggled right up against the armor of Prowl abdomen.  “He was with my group earlier.”

“Where’s ‘your group’ now?”

“With Blaster and his cassettes.  They’re able to watch larger groups easier than us.”

“Is there a reason why the Seekers have been helping with the sparklings?” Prowl asked at last, the one question that’s been in his processor since he woke up.

“Yes, but Ratchet better explain it.”

“Why Ratchet?”

“Because I don’t want to dodge wrenches when I told him I made you fritz.  And not in a good way.”

Prowl warmed in embarrassment at the comment that Jazz made and was glad that Bluestreak was currently a sparkling.  The little mech was already in recharge and definitely wouldn’t remember it.

oOo

“No!  Touch hurt!”

Those words greeted Prowl and Jazz as the walked into the medbay and by this time, Prowl had dedicated only a percentage of his processor to the errors his logic chips were sending him.  And he was glad that he did so.

Because there would have been a good possibility that he would have fritzed when he saw a rather tiny Sunstreaker holding onto an equally tiny Sideswipe with a death grip.  Sunstreaker glared at Ratchet, actually growling every time the medic reached for either one of them.

“Still trying to remove Side’s jetpack?”

“Yes.  And he cries out every time I reach for him.”  Ratchet sighed.  “When they were normal, it was practically impossible to get them to leave me alone.  Now they don’t want to be here!”

In Prowl’s arms, Bluestreak woke up and looked around, watching the others intently.  Whenever one of the twins looked back at him, Bluestreak would hide his face against Prowl’s armor.  Quickly, this escalated to a game on whether they could catch the other watching and Ratchet used this distraction to his advantage.

Jazz and Bluestreak visibly winced at the stereo effect of the twins’ crying, but the other two just took it in stride, Ratchet quickly taking the tiny jetpack and subspacing.  He knew that if either one of the sparklings saw where he put it, they’d go after it when he wasn’t looking.

A moment later, Ratchet opened his comm. and said out loud, “Can someone come get the twins?”

After a minute the medbay door opened and Thundercracker walked in, grinning slightly when Prowl tensed, his doorwings arching up.  He easily gathered the twins up, the both of them clinging onto his armor and crying, no longer wanting anything to do Ratchet.

“Is there anyone else you want to look at?” Thundercracker asked.

“Not now.  It can wait for later.”

“All right.”  He started back to the door, pausing by Prowl and asking, “Want me to take the little one?”

Bluestreak promptly answered that by pressing closer to Prowl and Thundercracker left it at that, not forcing the sparkling to come with them.  When the doors closed, Prowl turned and looked at Ratchet.  “Explain.”

oOo

Swoop was faintly baffled at everything that was happening.  He was in the medbay when Starscream came in and explained the Seeker programs that had them be so protective of sparklings.  When he got done, he gave Swoop a look and ask what programs were installed in him.  When Ratchet told him, Starscream said, “You’ll do just fine,” and left it at that.

Of course, he wondered if this is what he meant when he onlined to the feeling of small feet walking over his chassis.

“You Grimlock off!” he said tiredly, picking the tiny Dinobot leader, only to sigh in annoyance when the sparkling settled down in his hands and went into recharge.

And that wasn’t even half of it.  Swoop could have sworn that he left the others to recharge in a crib like contraption that Jazz had helped him put together, but Grimlock was on his chest, Sludge was curled up by his head, Slag was on one of his wings, and Snarl was curled up next to his body, each of them in their dinosaur mode.

Though he had to admit, with his four other team mates next to him like this, it was rather comforting…

oOo

Silverbolt wasn’t sure what he expected when he came back to the Ark, the rest of the Aerialbots in their section of the Ark, resting and getting some energon before they decide whether they should visit the main sections or just stay in their area.

It could almost be the same as any other day.  The twins were being chased by Red Alert.  Ironhide was watching them, grumbling to himself.  Wheeljack was talking to Perceptor in some incoherent babble that no one else appeared to understand.  Hound was sitting beside Mirage and trying to share his energon with the highborn mech.  Bluestreak was talking nonstop to Prowl, not caring that the tactician was only half paying attention to him, the other half on a report in his hand.

If it weren’t for the fact that everyone except Prowl and Perceptor were sparklings, it was almost like a normal day at the base.

“Prowl?” he asked as he came close to the Datsun.  On the table, Bluestreak fell silent, staring up at Silverbolt fearfully and the Aerialbot was suspicious that the quiet sparkling was the only reason why Prowl looked up.

“Ah.  Silverbolt, back from the aerial exercises?”  He took the datapad that Silverbolt held out to him.

“Yes.  If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“A long explanation that’s best given to you by Ratchet.”  After glancing over the datapad, he subspaced it.  “Pay no mind to the Decepticons.  They’re only here to help.”

“What!?”

oOo

Fireflight thought it was a legitimate question.  But apparently the others didn’t really think so.

“Hey guys?  Why is there a little Blades in here?”

“Not now Flight!” was the instantaneous response, three other voices blending into one.

“No!  Seriously!  Come over here and look!”

With a sigh, Air Raid was the first one to come over only to stop, staring down at the small form in confusion.  When the other two came over, they could only do the same.

“… Are we sure it’s Blades?”

“I don’t hang around him much but that’s definitely his armor.”

“It could be a toy.”

“Like one of those stuffed animal things humans have?”

“Yea.”

Slingshot reached forward only to pull back when he got a angry growl for his troubles.

“No, he’s real.”

“Is he a… a baby?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What are we to do with him?”

“There you are!”

In unison, the four Aerialbots just watched in shock as Skywarp walked into their area.  “I turn around for two seconds to help Inferno and you disappear on me!”  The black and purple seeker picked up the sparkling, and heedless to Blades growling and chewing on his fingers, he gave the other four a smile.  “Sorry about that.  I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

The seeker turned and left.  All four of them were still staring at the door after it had shut and before too long, Fireflight said, “Hit me.”

“Why…” Skydive asked, distracted.

“Because either I ran into something or a Decepticon was just civil with us.  I’m not sure which one I prefer, but only the first one could possible happen.  Just hit me.”