TG 'Verse. Barrack in Iacon. Baby makes five.
Red Alert could see Sideswipe standing over by Inferno and Firestar's door as he neared their quarters, her hands moving excitedly as she spoke to their sister.
He chuckled as he stepped into the room that he now shared with her... and then stopped short as he caught sight of something on the berth.
Optics flickering, he backed out of the room and turned toward his mate. "Swiper... there's a sparklet on our berth."
"Isn't he cute?" She grinned happily. "He's YELLOW!"
Red Alert stared at her as Firestar cracked up in the background. "Who does he belong to?"
"Us! I found him at the plant today and thought we could foster him."
The Security Chief gaped slightly, still staring at his mate. "You mean... we're parents?"
"Uh huh! Isn't it great?" Her grin widened a little.
Red Alert drooped a little and turned to look at the sparklet again, who was awake now and looking at him with uncertain, quizzical blue optics.
Slag... I don't know if I'm parent grade. He sighed and walked inside to gently stand the little guy up and look him over. "What's your name, soldier?"
"Cometchaser," said the sparklet, optics blinking.
"Well, Cometchaser... I'm Red Alert. It seems that I'm going to be your dad. Is that alright?"
"Uh huh." He rubbed at one optic with a fist.
"You're still tired." Red Alert frowned, but then managed a smile and lifted the little one down from the berth. "Let's go have an oil bath."
"What's that?" Cometchaser caught his hand and followed, bumping into the door frame because he was focused on what the older bot had to say.
"Careful." Red Alert shielded him with a hand, then continued down the hall with him toward the washracks. "It's something very good. I think you'll like it."
"Okay...."
"I told you he'd like him!" said Sideswipe happily.
Firestar just snerked.
He chuckled as he stepped into the room that he now shared with her... and then stopped short as he caught sight of something on the berth.
Optics flickering, he backed out of the room and turned toward his mate. "Swiper... there's a sparklet on our berth."
"Isn't he cute?" She grinned happily. "He's YELLOW!"
Red Alert stared at her as Firestar cracked up in the background. "Who does he belong to?"
"Us! I found him at the plant today and thought we could foster him."
The Security Chief gaped slightly, still staring at his mate. "You mean... we're parents?"
"Uh huh! Isn't it great?" Her grin widened a little.
Red Alert drooped a little and turned to look at the sparklet again, who was awake now and looking at him with uncertain, quizzical blue optics.
Slag... I don't know if I'm parent grade. He sighed and walked inside to gently stand the little guy up and look him over. "What's your name, soldier?"
"Cometchaser," said the sparklet, optics blinking.
"Well, Cometchaser... I'm Red Alert. It seems that I'm going to be your dad. Is that alright?"
"Uh huh." He rubbed at one optic with a fist.
"You're still tired." Red Alert frowned, but then managed a smile and lifted the little one down from the berth. "Let's go have an oil bath."
"What's that?" Cometchaser caught his hand and followed, bumping into the door frame because he was focused on what the older bot had to say.
"Careful." Red Alert shielded him with a hand, then continued down the hall with him toward the washracks. "It's something very good. I think you'll like it."
"Okay...."
"I told you he'd like him!" said Sideswipe happily.
Firestar just snerked.