Broken odds

~"The first orbital cycle in a sparklings life not much will happen; the sparkling is going to recharge most of the time, this is a part of its development, and the sparkling will have to refuel on a routine basis. Under this times the sparkling is safest in any of its creator's sparkling chamber where there is a steady tempter environment as the sparkling still not have fully developed cooling and heating system. Each solar cycle the sparklings muscles cable and energy pumps will get stronger by small electric contractions in the system that make them have tiny twitches that will disappear with age. The best thing is to let the sparkling be out of the sparkling chamber when it's awake to stretch and be able to move on both their servos and pedes to ease the twitches.

After the second orbital cycle, the sparklings processor will take a rapidly developing and an upgrade on the system is at this time recommended the contraction will slowly become less and less as the sparkling can move on its own. Easy languish pattern will now start to store in the sparklings processor, and the sparkling will begin to try to say words or communicate with its creators with different sounds and noises. In this state it is susceptible for both impressions of events and conversations, the creat...reat... eat... at...eat... "~

The voice suddenly died down in static noise, and the text was flying all around the screen until it suddenly went completely dark and silent. Ironhide just stared on the horrible thing he just had picked up, he had not held a data pad for knowledge in ages and the whole thing go on and brake before he had a chance to finish the chapter.

"Where did you find this old stuff Ratchet? This thing is broken!" the red mech exclaimed irritated and slammed his servo hard on the top of the machine that had stopped in the belief that the act would bring it back to life. But the only thing the action made was for the device to give away a hissing noise. He looked at the machine under his servo a little surprise that it now indeed was dead and beyond repair. There was no warning before loud clang could be heard, and a shout of pain followed not soon after it from him.

"Frag it Ratchets! Don't hit me with tha.."

Another loud clang was heard, and Ratchets engines growled warningly at his words.

"Watch you're languishing in front of the sparkling Ironhide or a swear, mate or not, I will not make your next check up the worst of your existent!" he said and glared down at him.

" don't come here and destroy my equipment just because it doesn't do what you want; it will take me deca-cycles to fines another one."

"It's was broken anyway."

"And now, even more so, thanks to you for that."

"so? You can always build another one" the red mech grumbled and rubbed his helm was the medic had hit him. He heard the sweet giggling sound of their femmling that was laying on Ratchets working desk with her crystal blanket all around. She had her servos up in the air wagging for their attention and liked to hear their voices even if they were arguing. Luna put one piece of the blanket in her mouth, trying to taste it; she was starting to get hungry. Her blue optics is wandering between Ironhide and Ratchet forms as she expected something to happen now that she had their attention and Luna giggled once more. Ratchet picked her up so that he could help her feed the energon he had put in a smaller containment so it would be easier for her to drink.

"Of course I can, but with all mechs, - you included - that always ended up hurt on a daily basis and giving me even more work to do, it will take even me some time " Ratchet vented as Hide went to the sparkling muttering something that made Ratchet look stern at him successfully muting him. What crawled up his tailpipe and offline? Ratchet looked at him and huffed slightly when he now was quiet.

"You just want to know when she can learn about weapons and shooting, and it will not happen in a long time, not if I have something to say about it and I have!" Ratchet snorted and glared at him.

"Come on Ratchet, she will need to learn to defend herself early; I bet my spark on that she will grow up to an outstanding and beautiful femme. There are not many femmes out there so many bad mechs going to be after her. I have to make her defend herself so that no one is going to hurt our femmling!" the red mech said and looked at his mate as stood by the sparkling with a smile on his lip plates and Luna cooed up at him, and he cooed back.

Ratchet gave away hard ventilation and let his servos rest against the bench he was working on. "I know that, but sparklings can't have any weapon yet, it... she must have more body part to create a weapon from, and now she doesn't have it or space to put it. So just let her be a sparkling as long as possible and not bring her into this war too soon or hopefully not at all" he said and turned his back structure to them both entirely and started to do something on his working bench.

Ironhide looked up from the sparkling that had traded the blanket she had a grip on to one of his more significant digits, and she was now hugging it like a toy that she did not want to let go. It was like the game Bee had allowed her to play not too long ago, and she had liked it. But the last statement from his sparkmate disturbed him as did the small tingling feeling of distress inside his spark that he could feel over their bond. He did not like this feeling; it was not like his strong mate to act like this. But at the same time, they were now creators. They suddenly had a lot to lose.

As gently he could, he took his digits back from the little sparkling without her making a big fuss over it, and she just grabbed something ells. Her blanket, for the time being, and he smiled as he put her down in her playpen not far from them where she could wreak havoc is she wanted. There was small toys there and a lot of blankets and soft things from the other members on the ship. Ironhide went to the white medic and let his arms wrap around his waist section from behind, successfully stopping whatever the physician was tampering with. His whole frame was rigged, and Ironhide did not like it one bit.

"What is it that bothering you? " he said in a low voice when he pressed the medics back against his chassis, hugging him.

"don't you dare to say it is nothing because I have known you too long for that to work," Ironhide said and started to trace gentle kisses at the tense cables in the medic neck as he spoke. He could feel and taste the electric under the wires; he was so tensed, and he would do anything that he could to ease that.

"You know what's bothering me" The medic replayed low as he tried to resist the soft treatment that his mate used on him to weakening his thought and action. Ratchet attempted to resist the gentle treatment but his frame soon enough relax back against his mate's broad chassis on its own, and he vented out hard.

"One; Luna," Ironhide said as he placed a kiss on the pulsing energon line in his neck and he had a smile satisfied as he could feel it working

"Two; The War" His hands traced Ratchets headlights on his chassis making the medic shiver in his arms

"Three; the crew" He continued as Ratchet grow more relaxed in his arms and he tightened his grip on him, never letting him go " I'm sure that we can throw in a little bit of Megatron in the pot too. somewhere, because you care about everything."

"Yes, you know well enough what Megatron did to all of those sparklings and younglings millennia ago, and he would not resist to do it again," Ratchet said and tried to keep his voice stern to show the gravity in his words. But it only ended up in a low gasp from his vocal accords instead as Ironhide just sucked on one of his neck cables and a kneeling sound escaped from his vocals. This fight was one he would not win, but he could always try to make his point, the rattling noise of their sparkling woke him up from the light trans his mate was putting him in.

"and if you don't stop this we going to scare our sparkling for life," Ratchet said and tried to get away from the red mechs grip, but the servos kept him in place close to him, making it almost impossible to get away.

"She is too small to know what is happening and we both need a good overload," he said grinned as he did not let the medic go. Ratchet may be more substantial than him in form and protecting plantings, but in a raw strength competition, Ironhide would win easy.

"And I don't think she will protest over her creators just showing their love to each other," he said with a seductive voice which made the medic shivering in pleasure with the promising delight the words held.

But then the medic snorted a low laugh "Really? I don't want to take the chance for her to ask what interfacing is before she understands what it means. "he said as his cooling fans kicked in higher than before as Ironhide had worked his frame good.

Ironhide laughed low at the statement "Then we just tell her what all sparklings were told, that they are created from the moon crystal in the crystal garden" he let his servo started to travel lower down on the white mechs midsection and all the sensor wires that were hiding behind the protection plantings. "She can't even process what happen, you heard the knowledge unit," he said grinning as he felt how Ratchet would start to falter.

"Maybe not but I know and care," he told him, and Ironhide chuckled as he started to drag him backward with him, making Ratchet protest softly but not much as he felt a wave of pleasure going throw his frame.

As the red mech stopped their walk, he was caressing his mate's plating that slowly had begun to heat up even more, and he could feel that Ironhide's frame did the same behind him. His fans are hitting a higher speed, and he leaned back towards Ironhide. Sneaky mech, he made it almost impossible for him to say no, and if primus only knows how much he needed this.

"Who said anything about interface now?" he asked in a deep voice "You need to relax and I'm going to help you with that," he said and could feel Ratchet still put up a fight, just for the sake of it.

"Alright, you have made your point" ratchet grumbled under his breath as the bigger mech pressed him against the wall behind them.

~Then don't fight it~ Ironhide whispered over the bond, he could feel Luna go in recharge again in her blankets, and he smiled, this was perfect. He worked on Ratchets frame as he could feel the heat building up all around them and Ratchets vents hitched.

Ironhide was now more or less the only thing that was holding him up, but he bent him forward so that Ratchets servos was on the table beside them full of datapads and other medical stuff

"Someone can come in" Ratchet breathed, and Ironhide grinned between the kisses

~No they will not know ~ Ironhide told him and vented on his neck.

With a gasp, he herds Ratchets ports open at his middle section, and he felt his system kicked in, and he felt his cables access his mates as they linked up together, overloading both their systems. For a second, all their senses were in a big loop, every feeling was sending around, and it was a total blitz. It was like they could overload their systems again and again as it started up, it was a complete feeling. The only thing that would be better was if they at the same time would be to interface, but that was an action for the breathing room and not a working station. Too much got break in here. As they started to come back into their senses and their processor was beginning to reboot, both feeling so much more relaxed. No longer was there two bots; they were the same, one unit and one spark. Ironhide was the one that now kept them both upright as Ratchets knee had buckled under him and he grinned smugly, thankful that he was the strongest one of them.

"And just for the record, I will let you explain that part" Ironhide husky whispered in the white one's audio receptors as his servo caressed over his mates lower plating and unplugged himself from him.

Not many had ever seen the two bots like this before and lived; they did never let their emotion go out over their work only when they know that they were alone, or at least they tried. They had both a reputation to keep up, and this was a side that only the nearest team member knows something about. And that was often found out by mistakes, showing affection in a public place or something like that was a low possibility for them, but walking in on them interfacing of plugin, that had several members walked in on.

But there was one bot of the crew that had seen them in positions similar to this before, too many times if you would ask Ironhide. He wanted to put a bell or something loud on the sneaky mech, but that said bot had no respect for closed doors policy. That was probably why Ironhide did not blast his helm of right now as said mech was standing in the door entrance, but his weapon comes online in pure irritation.

Without even thinking of it and only reacting by his mate's reaction, Ratchets chainsaw was out and spinning, and his engines were growling irritation.

A low whimpering sound was heard from the small sparkling vocals, and she had only one way to show the world that she was afraid. But before she could start to vocalize her scared feelings, Ratchet silent her sternly over the creator bond stern and she got reticent again and now even more afraid than before. They could not have her start wailing or screaming if they got into an ambush or fight. If she was going to survive, she needed to be silent at the right moment, despite how frightened or scared she was. When Ratchet processor started to register that it was only Jazz that was in the doorway and that it was him that had alert the creator programs, he began to relax some. But not much, when the protective instinct started to die down, the irritating feeling was growing.

~ I'm sorry sparkle, but you needed to be quiet ~ Ratchet told the sparkling that looked up at him with energon tears in her optics. He did know that she did not understand what he was saying, so he sends her smoothing feelings over the bond and that she is safe.

~It is alright now~ he assured her and Luna soon purred low as Ratchets digits stroked over her helm in a calming motion.

"If you want some alone time you can always come to me so I can take care of the little princess, " Jazz said, and his visor had a light blue color in amusement by their reaction. He just stood there as nothing had happened.

"Give me a good reason that I should not blow you to the pit and back Jazz!" Ironhide growled irritated as held his cannon still activated and pointed tower the intruding mech.

"Because I can take the princess of your servos for some time as you can be alone?" Jazz said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and considered his next action and the environment before he went in, knowingly took a significant detour around Ironhide's canon. He walked to Ratchet that now had brought back his weapons and was standing by the sparkling that had calmed down but was now wide awake.

" The door was locked," the medic said in a state of fact voice, why was he not more surprise? This was Jazz they talked about. If something is looked, the mech just had to open it because it is locked.

"Naah, I didn't notice that it was locked for me, it always is open doc," he said and flashed them a bigger smile as he now was closer to the white sparkling and the medic. Luna's optics was now attached to something different then the new mech or her carrier, it was fixed on her sire or more precisely on his canons. Suddenly gave away a high pinching sound that med all three of the mech flinch in surprise and almost covered their audio receptors.

Ratchet thought first that she was going to try to scream again, but suddenly he could feel something other over the bond that was not fear; it was...happiness? A want for something. He must have looked slightly dumb fold as he felt the feeling come from the sparkling. He fails to see the happy event at this moment, just some kliks ago she had been full of fear and was scared, but now her mood had a turnaround ultimately. Soon the high noise she was making was sounding more like a laugh, and the sparkling was now reaching out with her servos to her Sire. But with a closer look what she was reaching out for he could see that she was not reaching for the mech himself but rather at his.... canons.

"Oh no" Ratchet sighted as Jazz started to laugh out loud when he too figures it out and Ratchet growl slightly irritated over this whole situation turn around to this.

"Oh Primus help me!" the medic grumbled low as he closed his optics when he saw what his sparkling had gotten so happy over to see.

But not soon after a soft smile was on his lip plats, both he and Ironhide clearly could feel how happy she was now and how curious she was with the sight of the canons. They had only joked that Ironhide was a weapon specialist right throw the coding, but now they had the proof that it was right, how could they think anything ells? The Canons was not shiny in any way. Something that Ratchet had seen the sparkling had her optics on before, no Ironhide's arm canons were in dark red with black bolts. They were big and powerful but not shiny. Little Lunastorm was already her Sires little femmling, not that Ratchet thought that was a bad thing. But he was not so happy that their almost one orbital old femmling had already an interest in weapons, even if she did not know it herself. Ironhide looked slightly dumb folded at the sparklings attention, but a grin was soon enough building up on his faceplates as he to understand.

"Ha! Told you she is going to like guns! Especially mine" He grinned proudly as he showed her the cannon and Luna looked at them and clapped her servos together and tried to reach for it before Ironhide turns around to the TIC with his canon warming up. Energon heating up and creating light at the end of the weapon and a low whirring sound could be heard.

"And now she is going to see me use them!" he said still grinning. "How fast can you run now again, Jazz? It was some time ago I had practice on a moving object."

"aah, take it easy now Hide, I was just coming here to let you get some alone time" Jazz held his servos up in a defeated movement, but as he stepped aside, Ironhides canon was still looked at him. Ironhide gave away a huffing sound but did not lower his canons at the mechs words

"That is easily fixed, last time I checked Bee volunteered to watch the sparkling."

"but I'm volunteer right now," he said and lowered his servos to cross them over his chassis "The youngling can have his turn next time, right?" Jazz asked the older mech.

Ironhide huffed slightly at his words "Alright, I will let you go for this time," he said and put the canon away to his sparklings dissatisfaction as she vocalized. She gave away a high clicking sound to show it, and energon tears started to well up in her optics, but before she could begin destroying their audio receptions by her mighty wailing alone, Jazz came in her sight with a big smile and his visor now bright blue.

"Now now little one" Jazz chuckled and lifted her in his arm "no, tears are not going to bring back the canons "

"No, but a slagging irritating spying mech will" Ironhide grumbled and got a swat from Ratchet in the back of his helm.

"Languish! " he warned him, and Jazz grinned when the sparkling had become quiet again as they talked. "I will send for you when we are going to pick her up" Ratchet then told Jazz that nodded as he walked out from their room.

Ratchet watched them go away, and Ironhide went to the door and put in the double-checked the code in the monitor and put on one more code before he turned around to his mate.

"so where were we before the slagging spying mech disturbed us?" he asked as he walked forward to Ratchet that raised one of his optic ridges.

"Really?" he asked

"Yes, really," he said and put his servos around the medics waist again "You still to tense"

"You are impossible; you know that, right?" Ratchet told him with a small chuckle,

"And you would not have me another way," Ironhide grinned as he brought the medic closer to his frame.

"True," he said as he let his servos trace his chassis plating where Ironhide's spark hummed intense and wild under his touch. This time put the med-bay on lockdown.

"What a well behaved sparkling we have here" Jazz cooed at her as he walks down the corridor from the room whit the small sparkling in his open hand.

"Strange because your creators are not, at least not all the time," he told the sparkling with a smile and looked down at the white femme that looked up at him curiously. She could feel her creators sending her assuring feelings that everything was alright, and that made her cooing in response.

"So sparkle, what would you say to go and see Prowler? He had worked far too much this cycle, and I think he needs a distraction from it" he asked her and Luna chipped now happily in his servo as he talked to her. Jazz walked down the currently empty hallway as many bots either was on their work station or in recharge. Soon he finds himself outside of Prowls office as he typed in the private cod that he had from his mate, and the door swished open. Prowl did not need to look up at the bot that intrudes his working space because he already knows how it was, but the suddenly cooing sound of a sparkling made his wings twitched and rose slightly in surprise. He raised his optics and looked at the mech that was smiling big in front of his desk with the happily cooing sparkling in his servos.

"You could have knocked," he said

"Yes, I could, but I have never done that and it so much fun to surprise everyone!" Jazz smiled "It is a day of surprises'"

Prowl looked at the mech in his office "The door is there for a reason, and if it is close that is to for a reason" he said with a matter of fact tone "If they had shot you it had fallen under their right to protect their sparkling."

"Well that is good, and all for the doors, I like them open, and they did not, so what are you working on something special?" Jazz asked as he walked to the desk.

"It is all the rapport from today's work," he said then, and Jazz nodded, so it was dull stuff for the active mech.

"Good, then it was nothing important, right?" he said with a grin on his faceplate.

Prowl looked at him and then at Lunastorm in his servos "Did you came here to tell me that you stole the sparkling from its creators?" he said suddenly and Luna that was now looking around in his office with a fascinated expression.

A pretend hurt ventilation sound came from Jazz at the statement "I would never do that! How can you even think of that possibility?"

"Easy it is a 67% chance that you did steal her away without their knowledge, 73 % chance that you will do it again, soon, and 89% chance that you will try to use her as a motivation to get our own. At a time like this, it would be illogical to create more sparklings as one is hard enough to protect and feed"

"Only 89%? And how high is the chance that it will succeed?" he asked teasingly

Prowl ignored that statement; he took up one of his data pads that he had put down when his bond mate had walked in. It was a rapport that needed to be done this cycle. But now when Jazz was here, the possibility was almost less than 20% chance that he would succeed in more work. Jazz looked at him when he started to work again and looked down at the sparkling that now looked up at him, questioningly to and then back to the working mech. Jazz smiled then and put the sparkling down at Prowls desk to be more of a distraction for Prowl.

It worked as the mech stopped his work and looked down at the sparkling

"Why are the sparkling on my desk?" he asked and looked up at Jazz and then vented out and took up his datapad again.

"Aww come on Prowl! Don't be like this now," Jazz said and put one of his servos over the data pad like Prowl had figured out the chance was small that he would get the opportunity to read it soon.

"You need a break, you have already worked overtime four solar-cycles, don't make me tell Ratchet," he said, and Prowl looked up at him slightly irritated.

"You would better not tell him, and thanks to you I only had worked over one bream each solar-cycle so it is nothing you can report to him," he said, and Jazz grinned at his words.

"Really? And now why is that? Don't think that I can do that?"

"Yes, it is exactly something that you would do, I know you too well enough not to know," he said, looking at Jazz that still grinned at him happily. He then looked down at the sparkling when she suddenly gave away an irritating clicking sound when she thought that they had forgotten about her.

Prowl exhale "What is the sparkling doing here Jazz?" he asked and looked down at the sparkling on his desk that smiled up to him as he leaned back in his unique chair that let his wing panels rest.

"Well, Ironhide and Ratchet were going to show her how she was created so I thought that maybe I could watch her for them sometime," Jazz said and stroked one of his digits over her helm, earning a satisfy purring sound from her.

Prowl looked at the white and black mech as he could read under his words and he felt slightly sorry for Ratchet and Ironhide. He had known Jazz for a long time, maybe not as long as Optimus has but nearly. Jazz had been his first real close friend, and if there was something that he had learned about the spy, then it was one thing. Jazz was created to find things interesting, and where ever he sees an opportunity to bend the rules, he turns them. But he was always doing it by small standards and a bit further than was perhaps meant. There was still some underlying cause of action or plan when Jazz did something. But a sparkling? He had no idea of what the mech was processing about that subject. They had talked about it before both come to the fact that it was not any time to have one. Too many things could go wrong, and he was not exactly an example of how a creator would be, he was everything ells than a creator.

"And it was far too long sins a sparkling was among us, and I missed it" Jazz continued the answer as he looked down at the sparkling still petting her helm and she was still purring with closed optics, enjoying the feeling.

Prowl looked at the sparkling and nodded "That it has" he said as he looked up at his mate again and studied him in silence. Jazz was a free going and fun mech that could almost fit in every situation. Prowl, on the other hand, was more stiff and logical; he had to see reasons in actions for it to make sense. He had a double sized battle computer installed in his core that he could not wholly turn off, he could lower the effect but never turn off. But because of the battle computer, he had a problem when it comes to emotions and things with it that don't make sense, and with emotions that is a lot. It was a wonder that he hadn't glitch yet!.

Jazz looked up at Prowl, and he coaxed his helm slightly at one side when he did not get any response from the other mech, and Jazz could recognize his expression as Prowl was thinking too deep,- again-. He then gave away a low chuckling that made the sparkling look at him still purring satisfy, and then she turned her optics back to the processing mech.

"Prowl?" he asked but got no answer just a dimmed look from the optics.

Wow, what was it on his processor that made him processing things this deep? It was not like Prowl to space out like this.

Which made the whole situation funnier, maybe Prowls processor was still going all around that is was illogical to have to sparkle in a time like this. Or perhaps he was thinking of how he easiest could resume to his work without taking a break? No, it was probably about the sparkling. They all knew that it was dangerous, both for the sparkling but also all the bots around it that would put down their own life to protect the new experience. But he could not deny that he too had missed the sight of a sparkling, but to be emotional attach to one was not logical, not in war. So many things could go wrong, and he could surely not even give a correct number or calculate it.

"Prooowwlliiiee?" Jazz asked and waived a hand in front of his face

But Prowl was still deep in processing the fact. He loved and cheered Jazz with his entire spark, and would do anything for the mech but what if one of offline in battle after they had bonded? And the other one was following the same fate? Then the Autobots would lose both their SÌC and their TIC! It was not logical, but Ratchet and Ironhide were, and they had fought the war for a long time. So why did he hesitate again to denial Jazz his spark?.

A suddenly patting feeling wandered through his frame, and he was snatched from his processing thoughts before he had a chance to overwork his circuits, and he turned his optics down. He searched for the sours of the patting and focused on the sparkling that suddenly was patting his hand with hers and looked up at him with big innocent blue optics. It was optics that belongs to a new spark that had not yet seen the war, a new generation that not had seen all the dark events and horrible moments that they all had. Maybe, and just perhaps, this was what they all needed, something new, new thinking to break the old pattern of the war they were stuck in?. Prowl raised one of his fingers and stroke the sparklings helm.

Jazz suddenly chuckle made Prowl focused his optics on the mech in front of him, and he caught Jazz optics as he was looking at them with a soft expression on his faceplates. His visor was now up in his helm, showing his deep blue optics that Prowled loved to see and that now twitched in amusement.

"You are listening to a sparkling patting but not you're to be bond mates calling?" he teased the mech with a laugh "I feel so loved" he dramatically said and earned a small and rare smile from Prowl.

Prowl let one of his digits now carefully cress over the sparkling's spine structure, making her purr happily by the attention she got from the winged mech, and she pressed herself against his finger.

He did not answer Jazz teasing, he did not need to, not now when the mech had got what he wanted from the beginning. Prowl had acknowledged the sparkling's existence and stop working for at least two bream.

When it comes to Jazz and his calculation was useless most of the time, everything could happen with that mech in the end. But sometimes it would be alright, and probably for the better.

Prowl was now alone in his office, The light was dimmed, and the soft noises of the vents was the only thing that could be heard as the tactician was reading the data in front of him. It was a 97% chance that this new mission was perfect for the terror twins when they would dock with the ship soon. It will not be a dangerous one, but Sideswipe could do wonder sometime with his mouth, and Sunstreeker was observant so he could see things that others might miss. He would give them the mission as soon as they were in his office again.

There also had been contacting by an old ship of there and some new bots on it, but it had sent out a distress signal, they had been attacked, and an Autobots was severely hurt. He had already planned for First- Aid to take a small rescue pod and meet the ship quicker and probably help the hurt bot until they were closer. As soon as this information came to them, they changed their curse to reach the smaller ship; he only hoped that they would be on time. They could not afford to lose any more good soldiers or bots in this war; there was already about to be extinct if this would keep up. But there was one small hope, and it was a little sparkling that right now was wreaking havoc on the ship. Not literary, primus forbade, but the youngest one of them all had already smelted their war hardens spark. They are giving them all a new hope and energy to fight on. He only hoped that there was a future beyond the war. Oh, he hoped so, but as he had calculated it all, he was afraid of the results and did not like them. He tried everything in his power all the time to change the variable at their current status.

But as it was right now, it was stuck on a 37% chance of survival.

And he hated the odds.