Romeo and Juliet

Parental Dispute

'Jeopardy pov.'
I groan softly as my optics online. I blink in surprise as I look around the room I'm in.

"Where the frag am I?" I question as I sit up slowly.

"You're awake!" Wasp gasps as he looks up from his datapad. I start climbing out of the berth I'm in and he rushes to stop me.

"Where is Requiem." I growl as my optics flash.

"Calm down. You can feel him right? I can communicate with Neurokill and I'll tell you where they are but you need to know something first." He tells me as he holds my shoulder plates to keep me on the berth. I place a servo on my abdominal plating and sigh before nodding.

"We're in the past." He deadpans.

"Come again?" I ask with a raised optical ridge.

"Few thousand years in the past actually. Around the time that the treaty was made. And we both know why the treaty was made." He says as he gives me a serious look.

"Quintessons." I whisper with horror.

"There's more. We're with the Autobots. Requiem is with the Decepticons." I feel my optics fill with tears as my helm drops. Wasp places a servo on my shoulder as I cry silently. I hear the door whoosh open and a few mumbles. I look up and blink. The original members of team Prime are standing in the doorway looking suspiciously at me.

"Hello." I greet shyly.

"Hi! My designation's Smokescreen. Ignore these guys they're sticks in the mud. What's your designation sweetspark?" He asks as he presses a kiss to my servo.

"Jeopardy, and I have a sparkmate." I deadpan.

"Where is he then?" Smokescreen challenges.

"I don't know!" I shout as I start crying again. Wasp hugs me as Arcee smacks Smokescreen. I settle down after a moment and rub my stomach plates.

"Your sparkling is developing normally. I could see it was a very recent drop into the gestation chamber." Ratchet says as he steps forward. I blink in surprise when I see his stomach plates swollen as well.

"You're carrying?" I ask with a smile. I had forgotten mine and Requiem's birthing dates are soon.

"Indeed. I'll be happy when this little bitlet is out." He sighs with a soft smile.

"I'm out, mushy carriers scare me." Wheeljack says as he exits the room. Smokescreen follows him with a pout.

"Forgive them, they are not as trusting as we are." Optimus says with an apologetic smile.

"They're forgiven. I haven't always been a trusting bot myself." I say awkwardly. Saying bot instead of con just feels wrong.

"Wasp told us you two are neutrals." Arcee says suspiciously.

"Yes. Our creators are from opposing factions but we all became rather close." I confess with an appreciative smile at Wasp.

"About 'getting close', I should tell you about Milkyway and Quickstep." Wasp says nervously.

"What." I deadpan.

"They're courting?" He squeaks. My optic twitches and I clench a servo.

"My trinemate, my brilliant sweet Milkyway, is in love with...Quickstep?" I hiss.

"I know Quickstep doesn't necessarily like you, but she's improved!" Wasp insists.

"Doubtful!" I shout.

"Don't hurt me please?" He chuckles nervously as he gives me puppy dog eyes.

"Moving on." I grind out as I rub my temples.

"More importantly than whatever that was, we've got bad news. Quintessons have been attacking." Arcee says gravely.

"And?" I question blankly.

"Uh, Quintessons. The big bad things that make grown mechs run like sparklings." Bulkhead clarifies.

"Quintessons aren't that scary. I've already fought them. Parclel is nasty slag." I mumble with a shudder. They all stare at me in muted shock.

"That...is horrible." Arcee gasps softly.

"Where we're from Quintessons are an occasional nuisance, but not really a bad problem. Requiem and I were chosen to lead an observation campaign and we bonded while on the mission. He saved my life." I sigh as I remember our bonding.

"No one as young as you should have to even think of fighting." Ratchet insists.

"It's my job. Someday Requiem and I will be the leaders of where we live and our creators will finally be able to relax. Until then we'll prove ourselves the best ways we can." I tell him with a fond smile.

"Where exactly are you from that mechs from opposing factions are the leaders?" Arcee asks as she crosses her arms.

"Oops. Guess we should tell them." Wasp says with a shrug. I nod and turn to Optimus.

"I am Jeopardy, Future Lord High Protector, consort to Requiem Prime. We come from the future." I tell him honestly. Their jaws drop and Bumblebee starts whirring loudly.

"You can't believe her!" Arcee shouts.

"Optimus, this is obviously a trick by the cons." Bulkhead says with a glare at me. He moves towards me and the room starts shaking.

"No."

"Now you interfere? And thanks for separating me from my sparkmate, again!" I shout as the ceiling.

"The treaty."

"Fine." I snap. Wasp shakes his head at me as the autobots stare at me in shock.

"Only you would disrespect a literal deity." Wasp sighs.

"You speak with Primus." Optimus says with a slightly surprised look.

"More like he tells me to do stuff and I do it." I admit.

"You're Megatron's daughter." Ratchet realizes across the room. I smile and nod.

"They call her the Consort of Peace because her bonding to Requiem settled a lot of cross faction bigotry. Autobots are assholes in the future. And present it seems." Wasp says as he crosses his arms and glares at them.

"Who are you, exactly?" Arcee asks with a servo on her hip.

"When my sire retires I'll be in charge of leading the Earth based troops against any Quintessons stupid enough to attack. Uncle Raf likes to call me one medical experiment away from creating a new supervirus." Wasp chuckles.

"You really do need to stop following your carriers footsteps. Remember when you gave yourself a new form of Cosmic Rust? My sire had to spend weeks in the lab to find the cure." I scoff.

"You gave yourself cosmic rust? You're more irresponsible than Bumblebee and Knockout combined!" Ratchet shouts as he throws his servos in the air. I start laughing and point at Wasp while his faceplates heat up. Arcee gasps in realization before joining me in laughter. Bumblebee's optics widen and he points at Wasp before fainting.

"Oh-oh my god I've never laughed that hard before." I gasp as tears streak down my faceplate.

"Bee and Knockout?" Bulkhead says in a disturbed voice.

"They're considered the hottest couple in our time. Uncle Knockout is such a romantic fool." I sigh with an eye roll.

"I still can't believe my Carrier was such a big part of your life and we never met until that party." Wasp laughs.

"My Carrier practically kept me in his arms for my whole sparklinghood. Once I got older I learned how to escape my nannies pretty quick." I shrug. Eventually my Creators just learned to stick with normal tutors and allow me to roam with Neurokill at my side. The door opens and Ultra Magnus steps in. He gives me a distasteful look and turns to Prime.

"The Decepticons have contacted us sir. Your son is demanding his mate."