CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
2ND POV
11/22/17
~"Doctors." Ultra Magnus addressed the two medics as he walked into the Medbay. Ratchet looked over from a table where he was busily cleaning and organizing his tools. Knockout turned around from where he was working at the computer beside Ratchet.
"Yes, commander, sir?" Ratchet replied grumpily, approaching the mech, "What do you need? Because we are quite busy."
"You're busy? You're only cleaning tools." Knockout chuckled, taking his place beside the old bot. His medic partner glared at him before they gave the commander their undivided attention.
"I'm in need of a medical scan." The larger blue mech replied bluntly.
"And why would that be?" The elder doctor asked, scoffing quietly. He turned away and moved towards his almost clean tools. He didn't get why his teammates always needed to bother him when he didn't want to be, which was basically all the time. Knockout wasn't so fast as to abandon the conversation for his job, though he was convinced he should put on another coat of wax afterwards.
"My tanks have been feeling rather odd as of lately. Usually around the Queen, and I was curious as to why." Ratchet froze and Knockout's optics went wide, before the cherry red racer burst into laughter. Magnus watched the younger mech out of confusion and disapproval.
"Somebody's got a case of loooove sickness!" He laughed, patting the mech's shoulder plating out of amusement. Ratchet shook his helm while putting a servo to his faceplates.
"Knockout is . . . correct, though I wouldn't have phrased it that way." Ratchet interrupted, pushing his coworker away. KO calmed himself down while the old medic continued to awkwardly talk to Ultra Magnus about his current situation. Little did the lieutenant know, him and your royal majesty would be having a rather interesting situation concerning your affections later on . . .
~You and Ultra Magnus had been avoiding each other for weeks.
Or at least, one could interpret it that way, but that was the truth. You had spent most of your time busying yourself with taking care of the sparklings and ordering around your new hive. You hung around your friends more, as many of your teammates were more than happy to help you out. Arcee especially, and the little ones loved her and her action-packed war stories.
Speaking of the children! You had decided on names for the entire lot of them, with some help from your friends , including the Predacons. The femmelings were: Firefly, Ladybug, Skipper (type of butterfly), Mantis, and Bumblebee's favorite, Honeybee. The mechlings were: Beetle, Dragonfly, Moth, Rho, and Upsilon. The last two were unique and odd names, especially for Insecticons, but you didn't care.
Bulkhead and Wheeljack did their best to show the mechlings how to grow up tough and strong and rebellious. Arcee, along with Bee, did something like that except with the femmelings. The Predacons were surprisingly good with them as well, with Darksteel and Skylynx doing their best to teach the girls how to fly, as they were the only ones with wings. Your princesses, with one being your future queen.
Ultra Magnus would do it whenever he could, though usually that was when you were absent. You felt your clumsiness had cost your friendship, though it had made you to realize you liked him as more than a friend. You didn't want to say you were in love with him, though that might change if the two of you ever kissed again. Your friends were taking a while to catch onto the situation, but your children seemed to have an idea that something was wrong.
They had noticed you and the commander were never seen together. Or at least, not anymore. That was really getting on their nerves.
"C-c-cweater?" Firefly stuttered shyly, fluttering over to you. You lay on the berth casually, with one leg propped up and the other dangling over the side. You turned your helm from mindlessly staring at the ceiling to the small sparkling. She carefully walked over to you, trying her best to keep her balance and not trip over her own tiny pedes.
"Yes, little Lightning Bug?" You acknowledged the femmeling. You straightened your posture and rested your back against your berth posts. Then, you picked up the girl by her armpits and set her in your lap.
The thing with Firefly was that she couldn't fly at all. Her wings were too small for her to be able to lift her off of the ground. Because you sympathized with her for this, you usually played games where you didn't fly. She already got jealous over her sisters, but you and her brothers were always there for comfort.
"Why you always leave when Sire come?" The innocent femme asked. Your optic ridges raised as you hugged her middle and rocked side to side.
"Sire? When did you start calling him that?" You inquired curiously.
"Ever since Jackie told us." Of course, you thought while rolling your optics, who else could it be, besides Knockout.
"I'm just busy when he's not, and he's busy when I'm not." You answered simply, shrugging your shoulders a little. She let out an adorable little huff and crossed her arms.
"Uncle Knocky said that wasn't just it." Firefly pouted. I knew it, you thought. You paused your rocking for a second right after before continuing on with it.
"Uncle? Never mind. I don't know what he's thinking, but that it certainly not it." You assured her. Unfortunately, you were unsure yourself.
"Steel and Sky said you like him awot. They also weally wike your aft." You blushed heavily at this, but also heaved a sigh at their grossness. You'd confront them about all that later, though. Especially letting the children here it!
"Steel and Sky aren't the sharpest swords on the weapons rack." You commented without regret. They're not always wrong though, you told yourself mentally.
"Just tell him cweator. Eveyone can see it but you!" She told you, tilting her helm back to look you in the optics. You sighed, spark melting at her big and beautiful optics.
"Where are your brothers and sisters?"
"Wid Sire wight now."
"Want me to take you to them?"
"Nuh uh. I wanna nap wid you."
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