𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲

Tex

They heard the door open, and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe burst in,

"AERO!"

Ratchet threw his wrenches at the two, and they ducked.

"Hey! Ratchet, we felt something weird!"

Mazikeen laughed and smirked at them,

"Sun and Sides, meet Tex,"

Their optics widened at the small silver Autobot,

"Holy Primus,"

Sunstreaker narrowed his optics,

"How?"

Mazikeen smiled brightly,

"Jolt gave me a boost and boom! Tex is here,"

Sideswipe stared at Jolt,

"So...does that mean that Jolt is the sire?"

Mazikeen gapped and Jolt immediately stepped back,

"NO, it does NOT mean that!"

Mazikeen gagged,

"Ew! No!"

Jolt gasped,

"What do you mean, ew?"

Tex laughed,

"No. Jolt is not my sire...I do not think I have one, do I, creator?"

Mazikeen immediately shook her head,

"Nope! No no. No sire,"

Sideswipe sighed in relief,

"Good,"

Sunstreaker nodded,

"We would need to have a talk to anyone that wishes to court you,"

Mazikeen's eyes widened,

"Uh, no no. No you do not,"

Tex tilted his head,

"Should I not be the one to talk as well? I am your sparkling,"

Mazikeen winced,

"My brain is hurting from this,"

Sideswipe gasped and nudged Sunstreaker,

"Oh, my Primus! This means that we are what you humans call Uncles!"

Mazikeen glanced at the two, and Tex shrugged,

"I believe so,"

Mazikeen sighed and looked at Ratchet,

"Ratch, I need to see those terms and conditions that I signed,"

Ratchet chuckled and patted her head gently,

"I do not think we had a contract,"

Mazikeen sighed and put Tex back on her shoulder,

"I think we need to write one,"

Jolt nodded,

"I think that would be nice...I do not wish to be called a sire,"

Mazikeen winced and shook her head,

"Yeah, no. Nope. Not happening, oh my sky, I gotta tell Sammy,"

Ratchet winced,

"You do remember that you said that Sam will never know about your abilities, right?"

Mazikeen groaned,

"Shit...yeah,"

Tex frowned,

"Are you okay?"

Mazikeen nodded and smiled at him,