Transformers is awesome. I don't own it. I am messing with the time measurements to make them easier to handle (for me). I KNOW that's not the 'right' time measurement for the Fandom but shhhhh we're gonna roll with it.

This is my little bucket of 'spare parts' for the transformers universe-AKA little peeks into the plotbunny farm that is my brain- and they're ALL up for adoption provided you message me your interest so I can read them. Major AUs within.

Also visit The Transformers Indexis: Transformers Curses, Insults, and Swears (google Transformers insults) to view where I pulled them from. (It's beautiful)

TIME MEASUREMENTS:

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Nano-klik: 1 second

Klik: 1 minute

Breem: 8 minutes

Cycle: 1 hour 15minutes

Deca-cycle: 4 weeks (one month)

Mega-cycle: 96 hours (four days)

Meta-cycle: 12 months (one year)

Stellar Cycle: 6 months

Vorn: 83 years

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She crooned softly to the little ones in her servos.

This changed everything.

She hadn't thought this would happen. She was meant to get behind enemy lines, gather information and get back to her commanding officer. She had done so for hundreds of thousands of vorns and done it well. She hadn't expected to find the Allspark while doing this job. She hadn't even dreamed she would come into contact with it in the event she found it.

And if she hadn't thought it was possible to find it she certainly had not thought the few nano-kliks it took her to have the thought while she was in contact with it before running with it would be enough to do this.

She had sparklings.

She had known that the Allspark was the artifact used to create new life, she knew that cybertronians would 'ask' to be blessed with a sparkling. Most often, if the Allspark agreed to bless the partners, it would pull on the two 'parent' sparks to create a child. If it was a lone cybertronian asking for a child- as she had been- the Allspark would pull on the lone cybertronian's spark and provide the energy that usually came from the other partner's spark itself to create the sparkling.

She had been thinking she wanted sparklings when she was in contact with the Allspark. She just…hadn't meant right then, while a war was going on around her, while she was behind enemy lines. She'd meant after the war.

The Allspark…hadn't got the message. It had picked up on her desire to have sparklings and acted on it.

And so she now had a set of twin femmes.

She sort of wanted to panic even though she was utterly enthralled with the little ones.

Her little ones.

She crooned at the little ones again, her blue optics warm and awed.

Split-spark twins. Like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. One spark in two bodies. They were rare. Her eyes snapped up to scan the surroundings. She couldn't stay here with them. Or the Allspark.

She quickly placed the little ones in her sparkling-hold. The two femmes curled together as her armor snapped back into place, closing over the little ones and freeing her hands. She reached out for the Allspark and ran.

Unfortunately she couldn't subspace it since it would cause fatal damage to her internally. She'd have to walk out with it. Or rather, sneak.

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It takes her a cycle to get out of the base she had found the Allspark in without getting spotted, however, as soon as she gets out of the base alarms go off and she has to run. She can feel the sparklings in her hold moving around unhappily and she curses under her breath.

"The walls must have been acting as a suppressant against its signal." Her eyes flash around her as she has the thought. She knows she needs to destroy the base behind her. She wasn't sure how they had managed to create a compound that would hide the Allspark, but she can't let it survive to hide the Allspark again should she lose it (which is a possibility considering where she is and she's not sure how close any of her allies would be to her). Unfortunately she doesn't have the time to grab a large enough sample for the Autobots to recreate it either.

She reaches into her subspace for the strongest explosives she has, sets the timers and chucks them before she transforms quickly, the sparklings safely moved to the cab of her alt form alongside the Allspark, and guns it away.

She knows she's working on a countdown now. They know she has the Allspark, and while she may have time to get away thanks to the imminent explosions taking out anyone that would chase her, she knows that it's almost a certainty that this base had already reported the Allspark being taken as soon as the alarms sounded.

She has kliks to get the distance she needs from the blast.

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Half a deca-cycle later and she was feeling it.

She had never been so glad for her extra fuel tanks. They were the only reason she and the sparklings had survived so long without stopping. What had originally helped her with her job on long undercover sabotage was now what was helping her keep herself and her twins alive (And she couldn't stop. The explosion had bought her time, but she needed to get to Jazz or Prowl as soon as possible. Both to hand over the Allspark and get herself and her little ones to Ratchet.)

She reached out on the Autobot communications channel constantly in a vain search for her allies. ::This is Requiem requesting aid! Can anyone hear me? Requiem to the Autobots requesting aid!::

No one answered her calls. She prayed it wasn't because of Soundwave. Or that Blaster- their communication specialist- would be able to find her anyway if it was Soundwave.

She was getting desperate. Her Energon levels were getting low with three sparks to support on top of the fact she hadn't refueled before getting out of the Decepticon Base, and she had had to fight twice already and had gotten some superficial damage that wouldn't usually be a problem but was quickly becoming one left untreated.

She cursed as she continued to run, every few kliks she would reach out on the communications channel for anyone of her faction.

Time passed.

Requiem soldiered on.

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Warnings flashed on her HUD, telling her she needed to refuel immediately. Requiem knew she needed Energon. She'd taken to giving what she had to the sparklings rather than using it for herself. (The sparkling hold had certain lines that lead to her tanks and when the sparklings sucked on them, they would be fed.) Requiem could feel the little femmes in her mind and spark as the Carrier-Sparkling bond solidified and opened the life-long connection they would share with her in their sparks.

Her little Eclipse and Stardust.

She crooned to them even as she staggered on.

::Please…: she sent the com out again, wavering lightly on her pedes :Please…someone respond:: If she didn't get aid soon…she would run out of Energon and while she would simply drop into stasis-lock if that happened (for a time) the sparklings would die and Requiem could not allow that to happen.

::-sponse? Can you— I need you—c—n you h—r me? Auto—::

Requiem nearly collapsed in relief as she picked up the choppy static laced response. ::Yes! I can hear you. Who is receiving me?::

As she responded and focused her coms in the direction of whoever had responded to her their response came through much clearer. ::My designation is Blaster.:: Requiem recognized the designation and voice of the Autobot Communication Specialist as he continued to com her and the static cleared up ::Reading interference with your communications. Status?::

Requiem didn't allow herself to still as she scanned her surroundings. A low keen of relief escaped her vocalizer as she answered swiftly ::My designation is Requiem of Autobot Special Ops and I need immediate assistance. Find Commander Jazz and tell him R-E-C-2-0-2-F-R-E-E-4-0-7-J-A-S-S. Please. And bring Ratchet and the Big Guy.:: The code was one Jazz had given her before she had even left on her information gathering/spy mission. The numbers themselves would also tell him certain facts about her status without her needing to say anything over the com.

A few kliks later and she sagged in place as the worried tones of her commanding officer and the brother of her spark reached her ::Wha't're you doin' Requiem?:: she could feel his worry and anger over the coms and grinned to herself.

::Jazz:: she greeted him with relief ::You have my position?::

::We do::

::Good, Hurry Jazz. I'm…:: she paused tying to think of an adequate comparison her processor flashing with ideas before she settled on one that would tell him it was bad ::Do you remember:: she started not wanting to outright say what she had just in case it wasn't a secure line, but wanting to convey exactly how bad her situation was and how important what she was carrying was ::when we were younglings and I had get out of the Pits after I won us those spare parts you needed to fix that leak?::

The line was silent.

She didn't blame Jazz. That had been a hard time for the both of them. They had been so young, and desperate. Jazz had gotten hurt and something had kept leaking all his Energon all over the place. He had been really close to going permanently offline. They had been getting close to no Energon as street-rats as it was-Jazz leaking what he did get was disastrous for him. Once they had figured out there was no fixing the problem without replacing the entire part (which they didn't have the credits to buy as homeless little street-brats that only had each other and nothing else) Requiem had gone looking for another way to manage it. There was no way in the Pit she was going to let her brother die without trying everything and anything she could. Which was why in the end when she found out the black-market fighting rings had what she needed to save him she had entered herself into them.

It had been a mess from the start, but Requiem had been desperate and willing to fight dirty to win. She'd managed it, and gotten the parts she (Jazz) had needed.

Only the other mechs had taken offense to a 'glitch-mouse of a street-femme' winning against them and had tried to corner her. She'd run, tricking the mechs into rushing headlong into the Enforcers and allowing her to escape. (Prowl had ironically been the Enforcer to tackle the mechs chasing her and take them in. He'd also hunted herself and Jazz down and checked on them later that day. He'd bought them Energon. Had kept doing it whenever he could 'find' them (really it had just been one of them going to the mech when times were especially difficult and they couldn't get what they needed alone.) It had been a hard job, but eventually Prowl had earned their trust.) She'd gotten back to Jazz, helped to repair him and then collapsed. He'd had to use the extra spare parts she had won to save her afterwards- repairing her as she had for him.

::…Frag:: Jazz cursed over the com alongside a wave a worry transmitting over the line.

::Hurry:: she reiterated.

::On my way. Be careful Requiem. Jazz out..::

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Jazz had been relaxing beside Prowl, his pedes kicked up on the tactician's desk when Blaster called him over the com. He could feel the communications officer was slightly confused and a bit worried as he spoke to him ::Jazz::

::Wha'cha need Blaster?::

When Blaster answered, Jazz's processor screeched to a halt and he jerked to his pedes flinging himself towards the communications room at full speed, using every tick he had learned as a street-rat running from the Enforcers through crowds to get there faster. He could hear Prowl running after him (and the only reason the mech could keep up was because he had been the only Enforcer Jazz and Requiem had allowed close enough to learn the tricks they used for himself) but ignored that as the code he had been given repeated itself in his processor.

The code he had had given was one he gave to Requiem before she went on her undercover mission so he would know it was her. Each set of numbers given between the letters told him different things about her status. The 2-0-2 was a sign she was in distress (adding in her request for Ratchet told him it was physical distress since she needed a medic) while the 4-0-7 told him she was being chased and coming in hot. (Her request for the Big Guy- Optimus (and Jazz was proud his nickname for Optimus had rubbed off on her)-told him that was probably the reason she was coming in hot. She had information the Big Guy would want immediately). He needed to get to her now. See what had happened to the sister of his spark. So he was running. (And slag whoever was in his way)

She'd been with him since he was a youngling just out of sparkling-hood. She'd lived with him on the streets, fought beside him, followed him as he checked out the leading mechs on either side of the war, had worked her way up to his second in command as he had earned his place as Commander of the Special Ops. He couldn't imagine a life without her.

As he rushed for the communications room he prayed to Primus he wouldn't have to.

He shoved Blaster aside as he read the information on the screens and used Blaster's equipment to send out an angry and worried com ::Wha't're you doin' Requiem?::

::Jazz:: she greeted him with relief and he could sense how tired she was over the link ::You have my position?::

::We do:: he agreed after a quick glance to Blaster to confirm the answer.

::Good, Hurry Jazz. I'm…:: she paused and Jazz felt his spark squeeze with worry. Coms were two way communications and while the others in the room could hear her thanks to the equipment he was using to boost both his and her signal broadcasting their conversations aloud, as the mech on the other end receiving the coms he could feel the strong emotions she broadcasted alongside the words much as she could feel his own.

He could feel how pained and tired she was. And with how long he had known the femme he could hear the hidden tones of panic held back with pure stubborn will and experience. ::Do you remember:: she started and Jazz's attention snapped back to the femme. ::when we were younglings and I had get out of the Pits after I won us those spare parts you needed to fix that leak?::

Jazz stilled as the appropriate memory file jumped to the front of his processor. He had been angry he had been hurt enough to make Requiem go out on her own to figure out how to fix it. He'd been even angrier when she had gone to the Pits. The black-market fighting rings.

The prizes could be anything from credits to spare parts to Energon.

Requiem had gone after the ones with the spare parts and ended up hurt and running with his life-saving parts in her subspace. (The two of them had gotten much better as during the more desperate times on the streets when they couldn't get to Prowl- or were too stubborn to ask for help more than once- they had had to go back to the Pit to survive. It was why they were so good at down and dirty fighting.) He could still remember the horrified panic when she had managed to get back to him and repair him only to collapse afterwards. He could remember how his servos had shook as he repaired her as she had done for him with the spare parts she had won.

He was silent for a klik or two before he cursed his worry and concern spiking. ::…Frag:: whatever she had was important. Very important. And she was hurt- on the verge of collapse running their way.

::Hurry:: she reiterated.

::On my way. Be careful Requiem. Jazz out..:: He cut the communications glancing back at the coordinates Blaster had tracked her to, and darted out of the room. He had two mechs to pick up and then he was hauling aft to her location with or without them.

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Requiem's wheels screeched as she swerved to avoid a plasma blast from behind. She could feel her sparklings' terror as she cursed internally, enraged anyone had dared to fire at her while her sparklings were within her. (Even if they weren't aware of that fact.)

She was so close. Jazz was on his way with Optimus and Ratchet. She had the Allspark and all she had to do was last long enough for the bots headed her way to get there. It was difficult with her injuries and her body screaming at her, but she ignored all the warnings on her HUD to keep herself a step ahead of her pursuers.

Decepticons had the worst fragging timing.

She snarled as a plasma blast skimmed past her side singeing her armor and sending her processor humming with pain. The sparklings keened with fear and upset, snuggling as close to one another in the seat of her alt form as they could get and it only made Requiem angrier. Especially since she couldn't chance slowing down enough to do anything to her pursuers or she risked the sparklings, herself and the Allspark all at once. (Unacceptable.)

It had been two breems since she had gotten ahold of Jazz and Requiem wasn't sure how much longer she could outrun the three mechs behind her. They had caught up to her half a breem after she had ended the com to Jazz and Requiem was tired.

"You burnout miss-clocked piles of slag!" she snarled the insults as she screeched around another plasma blast.

Three kliks later, Requiem hit the brakes in a near miss, her wheels spinning as Ratchet screeched around a corner. She had barely missed the medic, the nose of her alt form brushing the nose of his as she drifted around him until she came to rest directly beside him. Jazz had leapt from his place behind the medic as Ratchet slammed to a stop, transforming midair into his bipedal form only to land in front of them both facing the Decepticons who were still headed their way. He lunged to meet them and Optimus was right behind him, quick to join him in bipedal form to lunge after her pursuers. It took them less than half a klik to deal with the 'Cons before coming back to her.

Requiem sagged on her wheels before she slowly transformed into her own bipedal mode, standing eye to eye with Jazz (their lack of care on the streets as younglings had ensured they would always have short frames compared to others). She wavered on her pedes but didn't release her hold on the prize she had escaped with. She staggered forward to Optimus lifting her optics to meet his own "Prime." She greeted him seriously as her Commander with his title rather than his name or a nickname as she normally would "I found the Allspark." She lifted her hands and revealed what she had cradled.

She saw all their optics widen and heard the rattling of armor that signified Cybertronian shock from all the mechs around her and grinned tiredly. It was a sign of just how shocked these mechs were that they could not conceal the reaction as they normally would. "They weren't happy I ran with it." She passed the Cube to her Prime before she turned to face Ratchet who was already scanning her.

From his slowly widening optics she knew he had picked up on what else she was carrying. "Ratchet." She swayed on her pedes. "Tell me you have Energon with you."

He scrambled to get it from his subspace and hand it over after an astrosecond or two of staring at her.

Requiem was glad to break the seal on the cube and down the whole thing in a few nano-kliks. She shuddered as some of the flashing warnings on her HUD finally stopped, leaving the 'tanks low- refuel needed' one rather than the multiple countdown warnings of imminent stasis-lock. She shuddered shaking her helm before speaking "We need to go. They're still on my trail. They'll sense the Allspark if nothing else. They had a compound that hid its signature from us- it was a blessing of Primus I even found it to begin with, but they knew the moment I left with the Allspark I had taken it. I have no doubt they are coming after me- after the Allspark- in force."

She turned her optics to Ratchet "I will submit to your tender mercies on the Ark Ratchet. For now we must put distance between us and them no matter my injuries." Her optics flashed with silent warning. She would not take the sparklings he had seen in his scan out of her hold while out in the open. Her very programing would not allow it. Not in such dangerous times when she knew for a fact enemies could show up at any time. She saw his optics narrow, but he growled and took another two Energon cubes out of his subspace.

"Take these then. My scans show you're near stasis-lock as it is. Had we been even half a breem later…"

Requiem nodded as she took the offered fuel thankfully. She started walking as she drank, not wanting to spill the precious fuel but also wanting to move. She wavered on her pedes as she went and felt rather then saw Jazz come to her side, his optics pinned on her helm.

She grinned into the cube of Energon. He'd always known her best. He would notice she was hiding something else. ::I'll tell you at the Ark:: she promised him over a private com and saw him relax and turn his eyes to the front. She grinned. He was such a worrier. She was close to collapsing down into recharge- already she had used the override codes to stop herself from dropping into recharge twice in her mad dash from the Decepticon base- and the only thing keeping her moving was the energy she got from the Energon and the knowledge she needed to keep going only for a little while longer.

She was almost home.

She hadn't been home in vorns. She was always jumping from job to job and meeting point to meeting point. She couldn't wait to see the walls of the Ark again. (Even if her first glimpse of it in any sort of depth would start at the med bay.)

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Requiem didn't even have a chance to report in depth to anyone. Ratchet was in fine form already- angry with what he had already scanned on her status and his inability to fix it immediately.

(Ratchet had absolutely earned his nickname 'Hatchet')

So the moment she stepped a pede onto the Ark she was hustled into the med bay with Jazz on her heels. "Sit down" Ratchet growled "before you fall down."

She grinned to herself even as she obeyed. He wasn't wrong. She was very close to falling over. She wouldn't last much longer on her pedes. Jazz perched beside her an unmoving presence. Ratchet knew better then to attempt to move him. He was the only bot that truly understood their bond to each other and the reactions they would have. They'd spent too long on the streets being the only thing between dangers and the other while one of them was sick or injured to leave each other in the med bay alone. She was hurt- close to forced recharge- and Jazz would not- could not- leave her vulnerable. He trusted the bots he was with, but it was a habit from the streets of Cybertron that had saved both their lives more then they liked to count. He wouldn't leave her alone and Ratchet knew better than to try and make him. (He'd only made the mistake once.)

"Let me see."

Requiem blinked her optics narrowing. She knew what he wanted. Her servos twitched.

"Please" Ratchet added after a moment, his optics soft.

Requiem relaxed a little, her armor settling from where it had bristled slightly in a cybertronian warning. She lifted her servos to her chest-plate stilling another moment before she willed them to open.

She reached into her sparkling-hold and cupped her servos around her femmes. She stilled again, her programs very against pulling such young sparklings from the safety of her hold. Especially while she was so tired. Ratchet was very still, knowing better then to rush a new Carrier as they adjusted to programming that would activate with the presence of their sparklings. It wouldn't matter that Ratchet was her trusted friend and her medic- if he tried to forcibly take her sparklings from her, Requiem would attack him with the intent to offline him.

Requiem took a deep breath and reached out to Ratchet after wrestling with her programs. She knew Ratchet wouldn't hurt her little ones, she trusted the medic with her life. With Jazz's life. But her programs screeched that she keep her sparklings close and shielded and safe. She opened her servos.

"Cybertron below me…" The synchronized breathless whisper of the two mechs made Requiem grin even as she spoke.

"This one is Eclipse." She lifted a finger to indicate the little femme on the left with the golden streaks on her black frame "The other" she indicated the one on the right who was a darker shade of navy with speckles of white "is Stardust. They are twins."

Ratchet reached forward, slow and steady giving her every opportunity to stop him- which she appreciated as she adjusted to the new programing and the urge to shield her femmes- and carefully trailed a finger over the little ones. They opened their optics and burbled. She heard Ratchet's intakes catch, his armor rattling and clanking lightly with his emotions. She wavered in place for a moment, her servos remaining completely steady despite that, and Ratchet instantly snapped back into 'Ratchet the Hatchet' Chief Medical Officer mode rather than amazed mech. Jazz and Ratchet both moved to help her lean back on the berth and Requiem was happy to obey. "Scan the sparklings Ratchet." She commanded as she leaned back.

Ratchet obeyed easily checking them over and declaring them 'tired but healthy.' She grinned at the news, placing them back into her sparkling-hold and reaching for Jazz. She squeezed his servo the moment he handed it to her opening a private com even as Ratchet moved around her in the quick controlled way the medic had. ::Jazz?::

::…Spaklin's Requiem. I hav'n't seen them in…vorns.::

She could feel his awe and the instant protectiveness over the com. She grinned at him ::Yeah. I didn't plan on it…but…I wouldn't trade them for all of Cybertron.::

Jazz could feel the adoration and protective feelings in her spark and smirked ::Ah told ya you'd make a good Carrier::

Requiem laughed ::You did.:: she agreed ::This wasn't how I imagined it happening though. You…:: she paused her optics meeting Jazz's and he tilted his head even as he sent a questioning feeling her way through the com ::You will help me with them?::

Jazz stilled, his armor clanking with surprise ::Ya don' have ta ask meh ta do tha'::

Requiem smiled at him ::You are my brother Jazz not their Creator. Of course I will ask. Watch over them for me?::

She could feel his love and loyalty as well as how honored he was to be asked ::Ah will.:: he swore and Requiem smiled at him, feeling how serious he was before she allowed the looming recharge to take her now that she and her sparklings were safe.

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This one will be called Sparkling.

Is majorly AU (in case you missed it) and I just wanted to see the Autobots reacting and living with actual sparklings during the messes they find themselves in. Eventually Requiem will be in a position that makes her follow after Megatron and the Allspark with the others on her heels. A wormhole makes Megatron arrive before she does, and she lands on Earth a bit before Optimus and the others but after Bumblebee. She spends a while running around by herself but eventually finds Bee.

Most likely I will expand on this somewhere in the mess of 'spare parts' but if anyone wants to adopt this PM me. Ask your questions if you want it expanded on in the PM and I will be happy to answer what I can.

Height wise

Jazz and Requiem: 15ft (because I want their street-life to reflect on the height)

Bumblebee: 17ft

Ratchet: 24ft

Ironhide: 26ft

Optimus: 30ft

Megatron: 34ft