“So are you all sure it’s a mech and not a femme? Like…did you all check?”
“Of course.”
“Double check?”
“Yes.”
“Triple check?”
“I assure you, it’s a mech my dear.”
“Whirl…”
“Did you all quad-”
“Whirl, it’s a mech okay? Get over it!”
“Well that’s easy for you to say! Theres more mechs than femmes!”
“And you asking for confirmation over and over is going to change that?”
“I-”
“Please don’t fight in front of the sparkling.”
“Yes, Elita...”
“Sorry Elita…”
“Way to make a first impression in front of the new sparkling.”
“Shut. Up. Hot-Shot!”
“Yeah, he’s not even awake!”
“Enough! Younglings! Whirl!”
There was a gasp, “Me?! What about-”
“Shhhhh.” Elita hushed gently.
Meanwhile, Sam began to stir from all the commotion. Can’t a newly reincarnated guy get a little sleep around here?
There was another gasp from the seemingly younger femme, “Oooh…he’s waking up!” she gushed excitedly.
“Whirl, back up.” Chromia ordered.
“Okay, okay! I’m just excited!” Whirl apologized.
“I know you are, but you’re hovering right over him.” Chromia chastised.
Sam’s optic ridges furrowed. Right over…? He opened his optics, only to jolt in surprise when he was met with a blue and silver face leering over him.
“Hey little cuttie!” The femme, Whirl, greeted. A cheerful smile was spread from cheek to cheek.
‘Heeey’ is what Sam wanted to say in return, but alas…he still couldn’t talk yet…
“Back femme.” Chromia repeated exasperatedly as she snagged her daughter by the scruff and hauled her away from the overwhelmed sparkling.
Though Sam was more than grateful for Chromia’s intervention, he couldn’t help but give a small coo at the humor of the situation.
Who would have thought that Ironhide’s own kin would turn out to be such a rambunctious handful?
When Ironhide let it drop that he had a youngling, likened to the age of a mid-teen, everyone assumed –after the shock of the revelation wore off - that she would be as tough and no nonsense driven as her father. The way the onyx mech’s face fell into a weary cringe should have been indication enough that his daughter was nothing like him in attitude. But then again…Sam only ‘knew’ Whirl for like, two minutes. He had no idea what the femmling could actually be like…but if he made judgements now, he doubts he would be off in the future.
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Of This Life and the Next
FanficSam dies during the battle of Egypt, but...he doesn't wake up. There's no Primes, no walking among the Matrix...there's not even the infamous bright light at the end of the tunnel...just the brief darkness of death. And then...he was back! But somet...
