I Will Protect You

Chapter Twenty-Two

It had been several weeks since you had collected the Star Saber and discovered something called the Omega Keys. They were a way to restore Cybertron, and now you were racing even more against the Decepticons to get them.

So far, you had collected one from ancient Egypt ruins, but collecting it, revealed Megatron to have switched his arm our for that of a Prime's so that he could create a sword out of dark energon using the Forge of Solus Prime. The Dark Star Saber was much stronger than the Star Saber, and thus the Star Saber was broken.

Smokescreen, Sunflower and Bulkhead had just departed to find the next Omega Key. You would have joined one of the teams that had been split up, but you had more pressing matters on your mind. Such as the fact that your spark was hurting and you had no clue why. Bumblebee had talked you into talking to Ratchet about and that's what you were about to do.

"Ratchet?" you asked. Ratchet looked up, startled from his work.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" he asked, a smile resting on his faceplate. You smile nervously before looking down to the ground.

"Um... for some odd reason, my spark has been hurting. I was hoping you could scan, see if you can see anything wrong with it."

Ratchet nods, and leads you over to the medical berth. You lay down and Ratchet scans your where you spark rests. He uploads it to the computer as you sit up, and you watch as his eyes gain a confused look as he tried to understand what was going on.

"I don't understand... there's... something in your spark..." Ratchet says. "But I don't know what it is."

Your optics widen and you get up and look at the computer he was looking at. He had two images of your spark pulled up. The first one was when he scanned it lwhen you first woke up after mating with Bumblebee. It looked healthy, and completely normal.

The second was similar, just with something forming off to the side. You instantly recognized the image, having seen it multiple times as a youngling.

Ratchet spoke. "Do you mind if I take a look at your spark to see what it is?"

Instantly, you're crossing your arms over your chest. "No!" you shout, attracting attention from the others to you, including Bumblebee. He was about to walk over to you, when Optimus called him over.

Optimus had decoded a new set of coordinates, and was about to send Bumblebee, Goldburst, Arcee, and you out into the field, but you refused, saying you needed to talk with Ratchet about something more.

Once the others left, specifically Bumblebee, you turn back to Ratchet, still holding your arms protectively over your chest.

"You can't look. Otherwise you'll kill... him, her, whatever it'll be!" you exclaim quietly.

Ratchet's optics widen. "Wait, (Y/N), do you mean to tell me..." he trailed off, and you smiled, moving your arms less protectively away from your chest.

"I'm sparked. That right there is a sparkling forming", you answer with a nervous smile.

Ratchet stumbled back. "We haven't had any new sparklings since the Well went dark."

You smile. "Unless a sparkling is sparkborn, and then it uses spark energy from both of its parents", you explain. "So in this case, this sparkling will take my spark energy, and... Bug's..."

A look of shock, happiness, and realization crossed your face as you finally realized what happened. Lubricant welled up in your eyes and you sat down.

"I never thought I would have a sparkling again... but... now I'm sparked again... and it's the middle of the war. Again... first with Cliffjumper, who left me, and now with Bug..." you couldn't help but whisper. Ratchet was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

"You do know this means that you can't go on anymore missions?" Ratchet asks.

"And no transforming, as much as in going to hate not being up in the air", you add.

Ratchet smiles. "You'll have to come to me for weekly checkups. Based on this scan, it looks as if your sparkling will be ready to leave your spark in about twelve weeks."

You couldn't help but grin excitedly. "Don't tell anyone about this. I want Bumblebee to be the next bot to know. And then I'll need to tell my brother."

Ratchet smiles before shooing you away. You go to your room and sit on the berth, trying to think of ways that you could tell Bumblebee.

If you were being honest...

You had no idea how to tell Bumblebee.

And that made you nervous.