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Times Are Changing	By : LuciferDragon Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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33.
More action came in the next two months, making Jadefire extremely busy with Ratchet in the medical bay. She jabbed her datapad as she finished her most recent repairs. "All right Popsicle, you're done."
Icestriker examined his newly attached hand, wiggling his digits one after the other. "I don't know how you do it, Sis."
"Nor do I know how you manage to get so mangled." She made a shooing motion as she put her tools away. "Off with you. I'm sure Optimus is ready to put you back on the field with something."
Icestriker nodded and slid off the berth. He narrowed his eyes as she put a hand to her helm. "You okay Sis?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Just little aches from concentrating on fixing all you."
He looked back once more before deciding it'd be a better option to leave it at that. "If you say so. I'll be gathering my orders from Prime. If you need me, call me on the comlink."
"I will." She waited until her brother left to enter his new repairs in the database. As she was entering the last bit of data, a dizzy spell hit her, making her temporarily grip hard on the desk. She shook it off and blinked her optics a few times. "Odd…"
The door to the medical bay slid open, allowing a disgruntled Ratchet to enter. "If it's not one thing it's another with this place."
"Tell me about it. I haven't seen so many accumulated injuries in a long time now." She closed out Icestriker's report. "How long has everyone been sent out now?"
Ratchet frowned in thought as he took over the computer. "A month, I think. Why, missing a certain someone?"
"I wonder." She rubbed at her helm again. "I'm a bit past due for my monthly health check, right?"
Ratchet snapped his digits. "You're right, that's what I forgot about. Been kept so busy here lately I didn't think about it. We didn't get to last month's, did we?"
"Nope. But I don't blame you. Like you said, it's been really busy."
"Hop up on the berth and I'll start the examination." He took out his scanner and started up a datapad to record his findings. "Any reason you've brought it up?"
"Yeah, feeling a little sick lately. Fuel tank virus, maybe."
He nodded and wrote it on the datapad as he brought his scanner to the table next to the examination berth. "Maybe. Not sure if the last batch of Energon was contaminated or not. No one else has come forward, but it was a pretty new batch. You just might be the first." He turned on his scanner and checked the pace of her Energon regulator. "Pulse is fine. Great, considering the amount of stress we've had lately."
"It could be stress-induced as well."
He switched the scanner to check her temperature. "Hm, within reasonable range, so not a virus. Open up so we can have a look inside. Maybe one of your parts is wearing down."
She laid back down on the berth and shifted her chestplates open. "It's possible. I may be due for an update on something."
"T-cog looks fine, structural plates are all in place. All your biomechanics look fine. Spark chamber is—" He stopped short as he looked at her chamber.
Jadefire frowned. "What's wrong? Spark chamber is what?"
"Your Spark chamber is fine. Your carrying chamber is closed though." He grabbed his scanner and fixed the settings before laying it over the small chamber. "Jade, you're carrying."
"I'm what?"
"Look for yourself." He showed her the scanner, which held a captured image of a tiny flicker of light below her bright pulsating Spark.
"Oh Primus," she whispered, taking the scanner from Ratchet's grasp. Her chestplates shifted closed as she slowly sat up, not daring to believe the sight in front of her. "That explains a lot, actually."
Ratchet smiled. "Congratulations, Jade. You're going to be a mother."
Her attention snapped back to him. "Wait, no, I can't be. I mean, I know I've got the very beginnings of a sparkling growing and developing, but what about its body? We don't have the materials to create one, nor do we have access to any biomechanical parts it would need? Oh Primus this is bad…"
Ratchet put his hands to her shoulders. "Calm yourself. We still have plenty of time to figure out what to do. I'll inform Optimus of the situation. We'll have something ready in the proper two year incubation period."
"Ugh, two years."
"At least you can still act as though everything was fine. You can still transform, you can still fight, operate, whatever you would normally do. You'll just tire a bit more."
"Just… just do me a favor and don't let it out that… that I'm carrying, all right? Wait until he gets back and knows before we let a bunch of people know."
Ratchet nodded. "I'll wait to speak to Optimus once he returns."
Jadefire slid off the berth. "I'm going to head to my room, if that's fine."
"Absolutely. If any emergency pops up, I'll handle it."

Jadefire steadied herself before sitting on her berth. 'Hide, I need to talk to you. Please don't be busy.
It took a second, but he still answered. I'm not. What's wrong?
I don't know how else to say this, so I'll just come out and say it. You're… you're going to be a creator. A father.
His end of the link went silent for a moment.
I know, a lot to process, and I'm sorry for loading it on you while you're away but—
How long have you known?
An hour, maybe less. I know you're busy out there, but I thought I'd let you know.
I'm coming home.
She shook her head. No point. I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me. Come home when you're ready to come back. You have a mission to do.
Someone else can do it. There's a lot of work that goes into this.
Not much we can do at the moment besides let it develop. Ratchet is going to talk to Optimus and try to figure out how to get the biomechanical pieces back from Cybertron.
He grunted. Wheeljack may still have some parts in his lab. Optimus was thinking of sending for him. We could use his scientific expertise anyway. He made quite a few protoforms in his time.
She frowned. Wheeljack. I read some of his reports while we've been here, especially of the subconscious bind we had for awhile. Some of his later reports… he seemed to be going slightly mad.
He's… getting there. Optimus is with me now. I'll ask him about the parts.
Not like there's a rush. This thing's not coming out for another two years.
You've been all right regardless, right?
Since the last time you made me black out from pleasure, yes. A thought wiggled into her mind. We can still do that while it's growing, right?
Yes. It's in its own chamber. Until that thing opens, it's stuck in there. Nothing can get to it. Interfacing won't be an issue.
Oh good. What about you? How have you been?
Tired. First that slag with the Nefarious project, now we've got random cleanup to deal with, as well as the random Autobot arrivals. Bumblebee's having the time of his life commanding Jolt and the other two.
She crossed her legs on her berth and rested her hands on them. I miss you.
Won't be gone much longer. A month, at max. Get some rest; you'll need a bit more of it from now on. I love you.
Love you too, 'Hide.
They parted ways and she sighed, leaning back against the wall to her room. She glanced down at her chest. "So, I have a tenant for two years? You better not kick me in the chamber or anything."

A month came and went. Not much changed. Optimus came in contact with Wheeljack, who agreed to come out to Earth to help out with the scientific aspects for the Autobots. He also agreed to bring his biomechanical parts to help build a protoform. "I'll need some time to get everything organized and ready for transport. Mirage is going to come with me to help as well."
Life on Earth continued as well. Funding ran low for NEST, causing them to move their main base to Washington D.C. Jadefire groaned in frustration as she tried accessing the database. "Fragging spawn of a glitch computer!" She entered a few more commands, but she only received error codes for her efforts. "Fine! Be a stubborn pain in the aft for all I care!"
"All right, I will be, no arguments there."
She wheeled around on her heelstruts in surprise, only to have glee take over her face. "Ironhide!"
"So who else is being stubborn besides me?" He grunted as she ran up to him and embraced his frame. "Primus, femme, I missed you too." He lifted her chin. "So how's the growth doing?"
"That's what I was trying to do. Was entering its growth pattern into the database Ratchet made to track its progress. That way we can see if it will turn out to be a femme or a mech depending on its energy patterns. Fragging computer systems here won't work for me though."
"Not important right now. From what I've been told, Wheeljack is bringing the materials for the protoform, but he won't be out for another year yet."
She backed away and nodded. "He said it would take some time to get everything organized and ready to be shipped out with him. Not that we're in a big rush."
"It's fine. Does anyone know yet?"
"Besides Ratchet, Optimus, and Wheeljack, no. Been keeping it secret until you came back."A sly smile enveloped her faceplates. "I was thinking of keeping it secret until it was ready to pop."
"Naughty femme. Your brother deserves to know, at least."
"I deserve to know what?"
Jadefire flinched and looked around Ironhide's frame. "Um… something important?"
Icestriker put his hands to his hips. "Well spill it."
She fiddled with her digits. "Uh, well, the thing is—"
"Spit it out, Jade."
"You're going to be an Uncle!"
Icestriker stood still, too flabbergasted for words or any motion at all. A second later he let out a bellow of excitement and rushed forward, hugging his sister and lifting her off the ground in a spin. "This is great news! Primus Jade, why didn't you tell me sooner? You know what, doesn't matter, this is awesome!" He set her down and moved to Ironhide, extending his hand for a shake. "Congratulations on the news, Brother!"
Ironhide awkwardly took his student's extended hand.
Icestriker let out another whoop of excitement and ran out of the medical bay. "Hey everyone! My sister's carrying! Tell everyone!" He cheered "I'm gonna be an uncle!"
The medical bay's doors slid closed behind him and Jadefire flinched. "Well… that's one way to let everyone know, I guess."
"Better than doing it ourselves. He has more… youth to do it this way."
She held on to his frame again, this time with a broad smile. "So everything's perfect now, huh?"
He merely nodded and held on to her too. At that point in time, words were no longer necessary. A sort of peace enveloped them. For that moment in time, nothing could go wrong.
However, everything does not always go according to plan.
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