Transformers Prime; The Unwanted. (RatchetxOc)

Where's my Carrier!?

An; Wolfette does not own this image! It belongs to NightLokison on Deviant.com. I just couldnt think of a good chapter pic so... CUTENESS! owo

So, Ironhide thought to himself, these were the squishy sparklings. He narrowed his optics as he took them in. Yes, they were Chromia's sparklings alright. He could feel a bit of her spark signature within them, being that she was his mate he was able to tell her signature anywhere.

The longer haired femme had seemed to taking a liking to the color purple, while the pigtail poof hair took a liking to pink. They were so small and fragile looking, how could they possibly be her sparklings? They should be full blown cybertronian! Yet here they were, as organic looking as any other fleshy of this planet. But, he could sense the cybertronian forms within them under lock and not sure if permanent or not.

His thoughts went back to her and his last promise.

Watch over them... Promise me...

He frowned, they were not his.

He felt his spark thrum in anger and denial, they were NOT his! He narrowed his optics down at the staring children. His spark was denying them as his sparklings, though he knew their Sire was alive still.

But, Chromia was his and these two sparkling a were a part of her.

Also part con.

He mentally sneered in disgust at the idea. How his Chromia could have ever had... Interfaced with that con was beyond him and the thought of taking on sparklings of a con, being half or not, made him cringe.

He felt no connection, they were not... his...

Maybe not, he thought, but he had made a promise to protect them. After all, they were all he had left of his Mia....

"Your HUGE!" Miko gushed, causing him to look at her and turn his thoughts away from the track that they were on. "Nice cannon's! How many cons have you thrashed? I bet you could give Megajerk a run for his money! What do you transform into? You ever blow a con up? How old are you? Have you ev-"

"Miko." The other girl, Mika, started. She hadn't taken her eye's off of him.

Miko paused, looking over to her sister with furrowed eyes.

"Your Ironhide..." Mika confirmed. He was everything Chromia told her. Intimidating, strong looking, cold, rude so far, with a hidden softness only meant for those close to him to ever get the chance to see. His aura was gruff on the outer most part and deeply within soft. "Where is Mia?"

Ironhide narrowed his optics again. That was his nickname for her, and only his. He felt a zap of possessive emotions rear forward. "Only I call her Mia, Kid."

He was the only one to call her Mia, it was his nickname for her.

"She's MY carrier." Mika spat, eyes narrowed in a challenging way, causing the mech to bristle.

Was this little... Punk, challenging him?

"She let me call her that and I'll continue to do so. Where is she?" Mika continued, not knowing how to feel about seeing him after her mother abandoned her to look for him. She knew Chromia needed Ironhide, but to be tossed aside like she had been...

Ironhide went to growl at her tone only for a wrench to wack his helm. "OUCH." He turned to see a glaring Ratchet and Sunstreaker. Sideswipe and Bulkhead were watching intently too, but the only ones seeming somewhat hostile towards him was the medic and previous twin. He narrowed his eyes at them before grunting.