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Optimus Prime sighs as he picks up the data-pad. The pulsing in his spark distracts him every time he tries to do something. He looks at the door, his console beeps with an incoming call. He accepts it and the President appears on the screen.
“Hello Mr. President,” Optimus Prime slides the data-pad out of the screen view.
“I hope this is important, I am on my way to the negotiations,” the President says.
“There will be two additions to the Autobot base,” Optimus Prime says.
“When do they land?”
“They are not arriving from space,” Optimus Prime looks down.
“Then how are they getting here?” the President looks confused for a moment.
“Two Autobots are carrying sparklets,” Optimus Prime says. “They are equivalent to children human females carry.”
“You can create little transformers?” the President looks blankly at the Autobot leader.
“Does Ratchet need to come and explain it?” Optimus Prime asks, the President shakes out of his surprise.
“No,” the President shakes his head. “I don’t need him to explain anything. Who are the Autobots?”
“Ratchet and myself,” Optimus Prime says.
“I will need to set up a conference to deal with this,” the President says.
“Just know that in our culture it is highly looked down upon to abort the sparklet,” Optimus Prime says. “Even if it endangers the Carrier’s life.”
“I will keep that in mind,” the President says. Optimus Prime nods and ends the call, he looks out the window of his office. A cloud of dust catches his attention, no one was scheduled to come. He stands and steps out of his office. As he reaches the gate to confront the approaching cars, he gasps at who he sees. Jazz and Prowl transform, the black topkick stays in alt-mode.
“Ironhide?” Optimus Prime asks, voice cracking. The black pick-up truck slowly transforms. Blue optics shine as he looks at Optimus Prime. “Ironhide.”
“Prime,” Ironhide smiles and tackles the Prime in a hug. “I missed ya so much.”
“Ratchet and I have news for you,” Optimus Prime smiles up at the black mech. “Come, you should visit the med-bay. Ratchet will be happy to see you back and functioning.”
“You know, I don’t really need to go to the med-bay,” Ironhide’s voice gets rougher and there is a slight tint of red in his optics.
“You just came back from the Well,” Optimus Prime starts to lead Ironhide to the med-bay. “Ratchet will ban me from working if I do not take you there.”
“Optimus Prime, I am fine,” Ironhide says and the Prime freezes in his steps. He turns around and looks at the black mech.
“Fine,” Optimus Prime frowns. “You go on and do whatever you came back for, I will stay in the med-bay until you figure it out.”
Prowl and Jazz stare at the Prime as he stomps off to the med-bay.
“What crawled up his exhaust and deactivated?” Megatronus asks.
“I don’t know,” Jazz says. “Maybe you should play the part and go to the med-bay.”
“I hate medics,” Megatronus grumbles and stomps off to the med-bay. “Even Nexus was a pain in the aft.”