Sparklingnapped Ch.3 MxSS

Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara. A shame…

A/N: Something about Megatron and starscream’s sparklings. WARNING: sparkling cuteness ahead! Fluffy and cute as death! More ruckus and laughable misunderstandings are up ahead!

Sparklingnapped!

Chapter 3: The cat and the claw

Unbeknown to all, Ravage had follow the trail of the Autobots and the sparklings from the cliff to the Ark.

She hadn’t actually see Jazz take the triplets, but she had been able to catch, and then follow, the traces left by the sparklingnapper from the spot were the infants had been taken from to the Autobots base, the Ark. It was easy for her; she was a predator, and a spy.

Her sleek, dark form was currently crouched behind a small boulder near the Ark, and she was watching the Autobots as they were talking amongst themselves. When she saw Sunstreaker shook and squeeze little Darkwind a little too roughly, the cyber-panther had to fight herself not to jump at the throat of the idiotic fool. But it’d be suicidal to do so, she was all alone and they were much more numerous for her to attack alone. The best she can do was watch and take the opportunity to come in and find the sparkling once they’ll be brought inside.

And then, she can send her report. Now, the Autobot medic, Ratchet, had the three sparkling in his arms and they had quieted down a little, apparently frightened by the yellow menace’s outbourst. And the medic, surprisingly, seems to have the right touch to take care of the sparklings. Silverstream had even giggled a little between hiccupping sobs as he had tickled him.

Sliding closer, the cyber-panther could hear the the Autobot has they were talking. All of a sudden, a big tension had risen in the air at Ratchet last words.

oOo

“I think I know whose sparklings are those, prime… I you won’t like it one bit.”

Tensing suddenly, Optimus Prime narrowed his optics, unaware of the fact that they were being watched. He had somehow reach a conclusion himself, after seeing the three little sparklings, and he feared that he already knew what ratchet was about to say.

“Everybody, in! Jazz, Ratchet, my office. Now!” Ordered the Autobot Leader then, and all of the Autobots returned into the Ark without questions after hearing the tense and angry tune used by their leader.

“And the sparklings?”

Optimus sighed and then answered, unable to be angered toward what obviously was a newborn infant in cybertronians standards. He lightly touches the cheek of the little red and bleu one, the one that had inquired him if he was his “ma” a couple of minutes earlier.

“Brought them in, Ratchet. I don’t want anybody else to know that we have them in here. Too much Autobots already knew, and I fear many complications. Even more if what I suspect is true…”

Jazz had been surprisingly quiet for a while, now. Maybe he had reach a conclusion similar the those of the other officers, like the sparklings weren’t in any danger at all up in that cliff and belongs, in fact, to one of the ‘cons. Maybe one of the seekers, seeing their frames and colors. He felt like an idiot right now, and it wasn’t going to improve shortly, if the glare Optimus shot him as they reached the office was anything to go for.

Saying that the Autobots leader was angry was an understatement. He was literally fuming, and quite annoyed with his Special Ops officer. What was he thinking? It was truly idiotic from his part to go and take those sparklings without taking a closer look at them before! A deep yawn and some chirps and clicks attracted his optics on the sparklings once more, and he saw that they were starting to fall in recharge in the medic’s arms. The sight was endearing, and very cute. The silver one had curled himself in the crook of his elbow, fitting there perfectly, and was chirping softly, looking around curiously. The red and blue had crawled into Ratchet shoulder and had nested himself into the crook of his neck, sucking his thumb with an anxious and nervous expression. He was cooing to himself lowly. The third had somehow managed to escape the medic grip and was out of sight.

“Ratchet, don’t let the little ones get away!” Warned Optimus as he looked around to try and locate the sparkling.

A stream of clicks and chirps at his own feet attracted his attention and he looked down with relief. There he was… He had sit on the floor between Optimus’ feet and looked up at him with an interrogative look, tilting his tiny head.

“Ma?”

Warmed by the sigh, the Autobot leader crouched down and picked the little one up before cradling him to his chest. Reassured a little, the sparkling nested himself comfortably and, with great concentration, started to fondle with one of Optimus’ wipers.

“Sorry, little fella, I’m not you’re mommy. But don’t you worry, we’ll get you back to him soon enough.”

Inquisitive clicks and chirps.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but I guess you want to know when. Soon, I promise.”

Saddened coos and chirps. A little tear fell down a bleu cheek and rolled to his tiny chin. The little one was dying to get back to his mommy and daddy, apparently. Optimus strok a tiny wing to ease the little sparkling fear and tension, and the little one leaned in the touch, yawning widely.

“They had a rough day, Prime. I think I better get them to somewhere quiet and settle them down.” Said the ambulance quietly, seeing that the two that he was still holding were almost in recharge too. “I’ll get them to the med bay. I can put them in one of the recovery room. They’ll be safe and in peace here.”

“lright, ratchet. Come back as soon as you’re done.”

Nodding, the medic took the sparkling Optimus was holding gently and then left the office with the three infants in his arms. As soon as he had left, Optimus hard glare fell back on Jazz, whom seems to shrink in his armour.

“What were you thinking?! Do you have the slightest idea whose sparklings are those?” Asked the Autobot Leader in a calculated, low tune.

“I… didn’t really take time ta check them out b’fore takin’ them, Prime… I as in kinda hurry at the time… All I saw was lil sparkling in the ‘cons grasp. I didn’t think…”

“Exactly!” Cut Optimus, anger finally seeping through his voice. “You DIDN’T think! And that’s unacceptable! Did they looked hurt or in pain in any way to you, Jazz? Did they look to be in immediate danger, or even in the slightet amount of pain?”

Jazz didn’t answer but looked ashamed and locked his optics on the floor. He was soooo slagged. He had rarely seen Optimus so pissed off before. He hathered his guts and spoke in a quiet and conveniently apologizing tune.

“I jus’ supposed that they were hostages or prisoners. Who could’ve guessed than the ‘cons had sparklings of their own? Decepticons and sparklings don’t usually fit together. I thought what any Autobots would’ve thought in my position, Prime!”

“Nonetheless, you shouldn’t have acted so harshly. You know that you should’ve had return with the information and then we should’ve investigated.” Optimus sighed and added, still angry and deeply annoyed by his lieutenant actions. “Do you have the slightest idea whose sparklings are those three?”

“One of the seekers, I bet. Seeing the colour, Screamer or Warp…” Shrugged the Special ops officer, not really interested in the sparklings parentages.

“You’re partly exact. Screamer is indeed one of the creators. But the other isn’t one of the other seekers, as you seem to think.” Stated Optimus, narrowing his optics slightly.

“It isn’t? Who, then?” Inquired the Porsche curiously.

“I have notice some shape on the chest and helm of the little ones that were screaming clearly who the other parent is. And the one who’s mostly silver. Didn’t that shade reminds you of someone?”

Optimus quiet questioning finally got to Jazz processor and he widened his optics as the shock hit him. Well, if that’s right, what he had seen earlier made perfect sense, though. Megatron and Starscream had seemed oddly close, he can’t deny that…

“You mean… Megatron?!”

“Now you understand why we have to return them as soon as possible, Jazz. Megatron and Starscream’ll rip the Earth apart until they found them, which are a fact, and they won’t stop for nothing until they have them. The sooner they get their little sparklings back the better for all of us.”

At that moment, Ratchet returned. As soon as he entered the office, he notices the tension in the air. Apparently, seeing jazz’s expression, Optimus as informed him of the supposed identity of the triplet’s creators.

“So, are we gonna get them back to Megatron and Starscream soon, Optimus?” Asked the ambulance casually. “We don’t want to deal with an angry “mommy” Screamer, and even less a pissed off “daddy” Megatron. The Pit’ll open loose in no time if we let them learn the truth by themselves, and it won’t be pretty.”

“But…” Started the Porsche, apparently confused. “They’re sparklings! You can’t really consider sending them back to Megatron! That’s insane!”

The glare he receives from both Optimus and Ratchet shut him down. But that still sounds insane to him.

“NOT sending them back will be way worst, Jazz. And beside, they ARE Megatron and Satrscream’s, and we can’t keep them away from they’re creators. That’s not right.” Optimus sighed and added, less angry but sounding very tired. “I’ll contact Megatron and negotiate the term for the safe return of the sparklings. Meanwhile, keep them away from the UAtobots. I don’t want anybody else knowing they’re here. Dismissed!”

oOo

Meanwhile, ravage had found a ventilation shaft and sneaked inside the ark unnoticed. She was currently nested above Optimus Prime’s office and had recorded every bit of the conversation they just had. When the medic had left to take Silverstream, Redstar and Darkwind to the medbay, she had been tempted to follow, but had dismissed the idea for now. She could easily found them later. And besides, what the Autobots had to say may be more interesting for now. The cyber-panther had been surprised to hear that Optimus had guessed the sparklings creators’ identity so fast. As had the Medic, apparently.

Narrowing her optics, the feline spy had compressed the entire conversation in a nanosecond superfast transmission, deeply encoded and nearly impossible to decipher or intercept, and had sent it to Soundwave. She knew that he received it not even an astrosecond later, and then she left her actual spot, looking for the little ones. She kinda loves the sparklings, being one of their most reliable watchers. She had babysat them more time than she can remember in the last 6 months. She had grown attached to the little troublemakers, and would do anything to get them to safety.

Not than she thinks the Autobots able to harm a sparkling in any way… Well, apart for some of them, like those Pit-Spawned twins… Right, it was really hard to fight the urge to go find the yellow one and rip his foul optics out in retribution for harming Darkwind earlier. As she crawled into the ventilation shafts, she sniffed the air and looked through the entire ventilation grill she can find until she found the room where the sparklings were kept.

She saw that there wasn’t any camera in the room, fortunately, and she could see than the walls and the door were plain, without any windows. Smiling inwardly, the cyber-panther opened the grills quietly and jumped to the closest berth. In deep recharge, the little sparklings were curled together on the berth next to that one. She jumped in and nuzzles them gently to awake them. Yawning and stirring, Silverstream was the first to awoken, soon followed by Darkwind and finally Redstar. All three of them clicked and chirped happily upon seeing her.

“Ava! Ava, Ava!” They exclaimed as they wrapped tiny arms around her neck and waist.

*Shh, little ones. Stay quiet! We don’t want those mean Autobots to find me, don’t we?*

She shushed them telepathically, and they fell silent, but still holding and hugging her tightly, looking relieved and happy.

“Ma? Da? Ava! Ma, Da!” Asked Redstar quietly, in a low tune.

*They’re not here, sweety. But you’ll see them soon enough, I promise. I know they’re coming for you right now. Trust me.*

The red and blue tiny mech cooed sadly, as did his siblings. At that moment, she heard footsteps coming in the med bay and closing to that room. Quickly, ravage entered the ventilation shaft back and closed the grill. She sent a last telepathic caress to the infants before quickly leaving the area. Once outside, she ran as fast as she could sending her coordinates and direction to Soundwave.

oOo

Above the American territory, Megatron and the Decepticons were searching for any traces of the Sparklings. But honestly, Megatron had a good as where they could be, and he was heading strait to the Ark. He will face Optimus Prime and force him to admit that he had them right now! One of his men had snatched his offsprings right under his noseplates, and he will make them pay for that offense!

And all Hell will open loose when he reached the Ark.

Suddenly, Soundwave, whom had stayed quiet and at a safe distance from his leader since their ‘discussion’ earlier, came closer and spoke to him, has received important news. He had just received a communication from Ravage, and she had indeed located the sparklings on the Ark.

“Megatron. Communication received. Ravage had located the sparklings.”

“Good! Where are they?”

“Autobot base the Ark.”

Megatron had a twisted smile at that news; it didn’t surprise him one bit. Prime was indeed a dead mech, now, and whoever Autobot had done it was going to suffer more painful and terrible death he can think of.

“What’s their status? Are they hurt?”

“Darkwind had received light wounds from Autobot Sunstreaker. The others are fine.”

Starscream, who was flying close to them, had overheard that, and he screeched in anger and rage as the emotionless mech said that. He was sooo going to rip that bastard optics out! How dare he harm is baby? His high pitched voice could probably be heard all the way to the ark…

“That no good slagtard! I’ll rip him to pieces!”

“Indeed, Starscream, you will. Well done, Soundwave. I may consider sparing you for your earlier mistake…”

“Ravage had left the Ark; she’s heading south-east. We’ll meet her in twenty minutes.” Replied Soundwave with what sounds like relief.

And indeed, twenty minutes later, they met they feline spy waiting on the desert ground patiently. Megatron landed close to her and she saluted gracefully.

*Lord Megatron, how can I serve you?* She asked him telepathically in her deep and purring feminine voice.

“Ravage, tell me all we heard and see on the Ark.”

And she did so, omitting nothing, from the ruckus at the Ark gates as the Autobots that had taken the triplets had returned – and Starscream growled again as she described what the yellow twin had done – from her making sure that the sparklings were safe and alright on the Autobots med bay. Megatron seemed particularly interested in the conversation she had recorded between Prime and his TIC.

“Hum, apparently, that fool wasn’t even aware of the sparkling’s kidnapping until he saw them. And he wants to… “negociate”?” A fierce grin spread across the Decepticons Leader feature as he laughs evilly. “I’ll give him a “negotiation” he won’t forget! DECEPTICONS! TO THE ARK! I will show no mercy, Prime!”

Starscream cackled happily at that and followed his bondmate to the sky, anticipating the sweet revenge he would inflict upon those poor cretins that had the guts to take HIS babies!

oOo

At the Ark, Optimus was about to contact Megatron, but he received a call from Ratchet.

“What is it?”

“I think you should come and see this, Prime. It’s… interesting, and maybe problematic.” Said the medic, concerned.

“I’m on my way.”

When he get to the med bay, he saw the sparklings on a berth, apparently overexcited about something and wailing and crawling all around the place.

“DA! MA! DA! DA! MA! MA!” They were shputing happily, looking around as if they were expecting to see Megatron and Starscream popped out in the room any moment.

One of them spotted Optimus and crawled toward him, chirping and clicking almost mockingly. The Autobot Leader picked the little rascal up and cradled him, as he continued to chirp and click to him happily, tugging at hi armour with his tiny hands.

“DA! MA!” And a stream of loud and joyful chirps followed.

“Hum… What do you think that means, Ratchet? It looks like they think their creators are coming.”

“They did share a bond with them. They can semse them, and the closer they are the stronger the bond is. I suggest you to prepare for an attack, Prime.”

At that moment, the Ark alarms ringed and Prowl’s voice rang through the communication system.

“DECEOTICON ATTACK! EVERYBODY, BATTLE STATIONS!”

-TBC-

I know, I’m evil… XD