Omg Optimus finding out he was pregnant with Sam after not feeling well for a week and the mayhem that causes amongst his troops ( mainly Arcee and Wheeljakc having to be held back from kicking Megatron’s aft for their knocking up their commander bc they jumped to conclusions) and Megatron totally not trying to pass out form shock and then winds up scaring the pit of Knockout with the jubilant shouting from the warlord once the shock faded
"Optimus? What are you doing?"
Optimus froze and slowly turned towards Ratchet from where he'd been rifling through the medic's supplies. "...Searching," he said truthfully.
Ratchet arced a critical brow ridge. "For anything in particular?"
Optimus dropped his gaze, his finials sinking back. "...A carriage test."
Ratchet cycled his optics, then cycled them again. "Pardon?"
Optimus looked at his old friend pleadingly. "The increase in my core system temperature, the ache in my refineries, the way I've been purging every morning this past week... Ratchet, you know very well what this looks like."
"Sure, I know what it looks like, but I also know that sparklings don't just spontaneously manifest from nothing, and I know you, Optimus, you haven't interfaced with anyone for millions of years! It can't be a-" Ratchet froze at the look on Optimus's face. "Optimus..." he said slowly, "oh, Optimus, tell me you didn't."
Optimus stared dejectedly at the floor. "When Megatron held the peace summit last month, he invited me to his quarters, and we... Ratchet, there was highgrade-"
Ratchet immediately grabbed a wrench and hurled it to whistle past Optimus's helm. The Prime barely flinched.
"What are you, glitched?!" Ratchet shrieked. "That summit was a ploy to learn the location of our base, we knew it from the start, and what did he do at the end of it?! Said your terms were 'unacceptable' and TRIED TO KILL YOU!"
"Ratchet, please," Optimus tried, his voice breaking.
Ratchet rapidly collected himself and reset his vocalizer. "Right. Okay. I'm sorry. Eugh..." he groaned, dragging a servo down his faceplate. "Come on. A carriage test hasn't been available since Cybertron fell. I'll have to examine you."
Miko's voice suddenly sounded from the floor. "What's a carriage test?"
The two mechs whirled around to spot the human child in the doorway to the medical supply room, smiling innocently up at them.
"Miko..." Ratchet said gently, raising a servo as if he were in a hostage situation. "A carriage test is... a test... to determine if... a mech can transform into a carriage."
Miko tilted her head and scoffed, blowing her colorful bangs from her face. "But you guys can turn into cars and trucks and cool things like that! Besides, what use is a carriage without horses?"
"What is a horse?" Optimus asked.
Miko opened her mouth to answer with a bright smile, bouncing on her tip-toes, only to turn thoughtful and rub her chin. "What is a horse? We just don't know!"
Ratchet rolled his optics and drawled, "Yes, yes, very good, now run along, I have to examine Optimus for a very sensitive, private matter."
Miko snorted. "Yeah, whether or not he can turn into a buggy."
Optimus made a face. "I am not an insecticon."
"Wrong buggy, Prime."
"Shoo!" Ratchet barked, waving his servos, and Miko squealed and ran away with a giggle, leaving Ratchet to grab a medical scanner and herd Optimus to the Prime's private quarters.
Once Optimus was lying down on his berth, Ratchet swept the scanner over his abdomen to get a reading and then squinted at the results. He did it again, then again. He paled.
"Optimus," he said gingerly. "You're sparked."
Optimus laid there and stared up at the ceiling.
That was how he noticed Jack duck back away from the ceiling vent.
Optimus closed his optics and groaned, "Jack..." but the boy was already scrambling back towards the common area, creating frantic thumps in the ventilation system.
"I'll stop him," Ratchet said, determined, setting the scanner aside and marching towards the door, only for Optimus to catch his hand.
"Don't," Optimus said quietly, sitting up and setting his pedes on the floor. "I'll have to tell the team sooner or later. It may as well be now."
"Optimus, you have a right to-"
"It's fine," Optimus assured, standing up to his full great height, and Ratchet frowned, but made no further argument. "However, I must ask, old friend... will you stand at my side as I tell them?"
"Always," Ratchet swore, and with that the two mechs made their way to the common area.
"Optimus!" Arcee barked as soon as they came out of the hallway. The entire team was assembled around the children, including Wheeljack, looking shook to the core. "What is this? You're sparked? Can we afford this right now?"
"What Jack has told you is true," Optimus said gravely, coming to stand at parade rest in front of his soldiers and charges.
Rafael spoke up then, raising his hand. "What's 'sparked'? Is it bad?"
Bumblebee beeped at his human friend, and Raf balked.
Jack glanced worriedly between Raf and Optimus and asked, "What, what'd he say, what's wrong with Optimus?"
"He's uh... pregnant," Raf said slowly, looking perplexed.
Miko's jaw dropped. "Whoa, robots can get preggers? ...COOL!"
Wheeljack was the first to recover. "So who's the lucky bot?" he drawled with a forced smirk. "Is it Doc?"
Optimus and Ratchet shared a look. Ratchet immediately commed him, :Tell them it's me. They don't have to know.:
Optimus shook his helm and looked back at his team. He would not lie to his family. "No, it is not Ratchet. The sparkling's sire is none other than Megatron."
There was silence. Then:
"I'm going to kill him," Arcee snarled, curling her servos into fists and stalking towards the exit to the base. "I'm going to tear him apart!"
"I'll join you," Wheeljack said darkly, snapping his battlemask shut and transforming into his rally car alt-mode, roaring his engine.
"You will do no such thing," Optimus said sharply, quickly stepping between them and the exit. "Megatron and I's bonding was both consensual and enthusiastic."
Miko snorted and laughed, "Ewwwww!"
Jack furrowed his brow and held out his arms. "Optimus, how could you?"
Bumblebee beeped rapidly, and Raf translated, "What does this mean for the war?"
Optimus was getting overwhelmed, so Ratchet stepped in then, placing a gentle servo on his arm. Gathering strength from his friend, Optimus shot him a grateful look before turning to the others and intoning, "I will tell Megatron of this miracle that we have made, and hopefully awaken something in his spark other than hatred."
--
Knock Out was examining his claws when the Nemesis's communications array began ringing. When he saw it was from the Autobots, he groaned, "Ugh, fine," and stopped examining his claws long enough to answer the call. "You've reached Lord Megatron's line~ He's not inclined to waste time on Autobot filth at the moment, so how may I help you?"
Prime's system ID image stared at him disapprovingly from the holoscreen. "I have important news that I would prefer to give to Megatron personally. Is it possible to arrange a meeting on neutral ground?"
"What do I look like, his secretary?"
"I say again: I bear news that may alter the course of the war, and will certainly alter his functioning."
"Sure you do," Knock Out chuckled, finally letting his servo fall so he could seductively lean on the console. "And I'm the King of Velocitron."
"Are you saying you will not give me an audience with Megatron?"
"I'm saying you can shove it up your aft."
There was a weighted pause. "You would deny your Lord his sparkling?"
Knock Out's vents choked on air as he shrieked, "What?!" Bristling, he glowered at the holoscreen. "What evidence- I want proof! Our Lord would never lie with- Oh would you look at that," he said, tilting his helm at the still image of a second spark orbiting around the Prime's.
"I will not beg to see him," Prime continued, voice hard. "You may deliver this information yourself, if you so desire. This channel will remain open if he wishes to make contact afterwards. Goodbye."
And with that, Prime hung up.
Knock Out immediately scrambled to run through the hallways to find his Lord.
--
"Uh... Lord Megatron?" Knock Out prompted with a grimaced smile. "Nemesis to Lord Megatron, come in Lord Megatron."
Megatron just stood there, intake agape and flapping, his optics bulging as he stared at the second little spark cradled next to Prime's.
"Yoohoo~?"
"YEEESSSSSSSSS!" Megatron suddenly bellowed, whirling on Knock Out and picking him up, and Knock Out saw his entire life flash before his optics as his Lord spun him around and set him back down so he could pump his fists in the air. "YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Rattling with terror and swallowing repeatedly, Knock Out gave a shaky thumbs up before walking away to go bury his face in Breakdown's amazing bosom, hearing Lord Megatron practically skip through the ship behind him and off into the distance, bellowing, "I'M GOING TO BE A SIRE!"
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