Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro and Takara. I am merely taking them for a short spin.
Ironhide sat in the rec room, talking with Jazz and Prowl. Early evening, and they were all off shift, enjoying the fact the day was mostly uneventful. Except Ironhide knew that was about to end when Chromia entered the room, with a determined look in her optics.
"Hey darlin'," Ironhide drawled, standing, pulling out a chair for his bond mate, hoping to head off whatever she was planning.
She said nothing as she sat down, nodding at Prowl and Jazz.
"Mia, what're you thinking?" Ironhide asked. Better to get it out in the open and over and done with.
"You don't want to know," she said.
"You're just annoyed Elita hooked up with Ratchet, and Prime finally moved on," Ironhide said. "Mia, let it go. They're both adults, and they're happy, happier than I've ever seen them."
"You're all right with this?" Chromia asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Ironhide said. "Things have actually settled down a little around here. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are getting along like they should, Hot Rod and Sunstreaker aren't trying to kill each other anymore, even Ultra Magnus has settled into a relationship. I'm happy we're finally getting on with living again. Makes me think you should stay, get the other femmes to come here, too. When the city's complete, we'll have all the room we could need."
"Elita won't stay, and neither can I," Chromia said.
"That's bull," Ironhide said. "Always the same excuse."
"It's not an excuse," Chromia said. "Someone has to defend Cybertron."
"That's what you call it?" Ironhide said.
"Ironhide, maybe you should reconsider this train of thought," Prowl said, shooting Jazz a look. His mate only shrugged, sitting back in his chair, ready to watch the fireworks.
"Yes, 'Hide, maybe you should," Chromia said. "Elita cares about the fate of our planet, and maybe you should show more concern for your home world."
"I do care, but right now, I'm worried more about you than a planet we lost," Ironhide said. "Home is where you are, and I wish you'd stay."
"I can't abandon Elita anymore than you could leave Prime," Chromia said.
"There, at least that's settled," Prowl interjected, earning a glare from Ironhide and Chromia. "I'm amazed at the speed which you can settle a disagreement."
"Try being bonded as long as we have," Chromia said.
"Making up is the best part," Ironhide said. "The quicker you get the fighting over, the sooner you can get to the good part, right Mia?"
She stood, grabbing his hand. "He's right," Chromia said, dragging her mate toward his quarters.
"Can we pretend we've just had a huge disagreement?" Prowl asked, turning to Jazz.
"Don't have to ask me twice, Prowler," Jazz answered.
The next morning, Skywarp's first training session with the Aerialbots went off without a hitch. That things were going so well should've been Optimus Prime's first indication the rest of the day was heading off track. Getting the frantic call something was wrong in the lab was next, and that ended with a trip to the med bay for Perceptor and Ratchet's news the scientist was sparked by Thundercracker. The happy news was followed with a lecture from Ratchet on Seeker reproductive physiology, and Prime was sufficiently whipped, knowing at what the medic was hinting—two Seekers down, one to go.
Not that Optimus minded. Two new lives, hope for their species, and the potential for them to be used against the Autobots if Megatron found out about their existence. He wouldn't, if they were careful. Skyfire had even been by his office, voicing his concern about Starscream's desire to go before the Decepticon leader and declare his loyalty to the Autobots. Optimus was leaning toward the notion of sending a message, knowing how that information was going to be received. A concern, yes, but for the moment, the Seekers were safe. That was all that mattered.