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It was a well known fact that the world revolved around sparklings on the Cybertronian Human Alliance base. Ever since the first two sparklings, Slipstream and Sizzle came into everyone's lives, everyone, human and Cybertronian would bend over backwards for the children. And even more when the first sparked sparklings in vorns came along.
But as always, with the sparklings came unexpected things. There was always something unexpected happening. But no one suspected what was to come witha certain, big, black weapons specialist.
It happened one day when the sparklings were running around, playing together. They were in the main hangar, having been given permission to play there since there were no missions or objectives being done that day. They were being watched by Spitfire, Sunriser and Elita One this day, all of them smiling as they watched the sparklings and human children plauing tag.
And as the game progressed, it was Sizzle who had an oopsie daisy.
He had been running too fast from Omega and he kicked his own peds out from underneath him. He went flying in the air and then skidded on his front, alarming everyone by the loud metal crash and shriek of rubbing against the concrete. And if that wasn't enough, he banged his head against the ground.
"Oh!" All three femmes gasped, immediately on their peds and hurrying over to the stunned sparkling picking himself up. They didn't even get two feet away from him before he began to wail loudly.
"Oh, no. No, it's okay, Sizzle. You're okay." Elita One said as she scooped the sobbing and wailing sparkling, looking him over. She was ignored by him and all she could do was try and rock him.
The rest of the young ones circled around her, watching as she tried to calm him but it didn't seem to be working.
"Sizzle, it's okay. You are just scraped up. Nothing that Uncle Ratchet can't fix." Sunriser tried but she too was ignored. She looked over to see Chromia hurrying over looking worried. "Chromia."
Chromia took Sizzle from Elita when she approached, rocking him. "What happened?" She asked in concern.
"He tripped and scrapped himself up. He may have banged his helm too. But we can't get him to calm down." Spitfire said in worry, watching the writhing and wailing sparkling.
The powder blue femme looked him over before smiling and shaking her head. "He is okay. Just shakened up. We won't get him to stop crying. Only Ironhide can." She said before her optics flickered. It was a sure sign that she was contacting him.
"Ironhide? I don't......think Ironhide can.......?" Spitfire was saying.
Chromia smiled but shook her head as she looked at the hangar doors when there came loud clanking sounds of heavy mettalic peds rapidly approaching.
Ironhide came hurrying into the main hangar, looking quite flustered. He had been in weapons training with humans and some of the younger Cybertronians when he got the call about Sizzle getting hurt. "Chromia! What happened?!" He gruffed out hurrying over.
Smiling, Chromia handed him their still wailing sparkling. "He tripped himself and got some owies. Now he won't stop crying." She told him.
Slowly nodding, Ironhide curled Sizzle close to his chassis, his hands tucked under him. "I'll take him back to out quart......" he was saying.
"Nope." Chromia said as she grabbed his arm and held him back. "Do it here. He will want to come back out and play with the others."
Grimacing, Ironhide glanced around at everyone that was in the main hangar and arriving because they heard Sizzle wailing wildly like he was doing. "Mia." He groaned.
"Do it, Hide. Or I will show them the video and they will know anyway." Chromia threatened but in good humor. "Come on, Papa. Show them the Big Papa Bear you are."
That got a few.snickers from everyone but Ironhide sighed and he shot a dark look around at everyone that was laughing. But turning his bright blue.optics back onto Sizzle, he softened. He didn't like his little one being upset like this.
So, he clicked on his radio and began playing a soft, soothing melody that stopped everyone from snickering and stared in surprise.
"Come stop your crying. It will be alright." The large black mech began to sing in his strong baritone voice, making everyone stare in surprise. He took Sizzle's hand, who slowly stopped wailing and looked up at his adopted Sire. "Just take my hand. Hold it tight. I will protect you, from all around you. I will be here, don't you cry."
Everyone in the room stared surprised and shocked. No one could believe this. Ironhide ws singing and he was actually really good.
"For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, Keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can't be broken. I will be here, don't you cry." Ironhide sang to Sizzle, who sniffed once but curled up closer to his wide chasis.
Nonetheless, everyone was staring in awe as they listened to the gruff Weapons specialist. It didn't help that more was entering the room whrn they heard the singing, all looking surprised.
Even some of the Decepticons looked surprised as they entered and stared.
"'Cause you'll be in my spark. Yes, you'll be in my spark.
From this day on, now and forever more." Ironhide sang as he began to rock Sizzle, now completely ignoring everyo e that was watching him. He didnt even seem to jotice any more. "You'll be in my spark. No matter what they say. You'll be here in my spark, always."
Ironhide slowed his singing but then Sizzle whined softly, looking at him with a plea. The big black mech sighed but smiled as he nodded and continued to sway with his little mechling.
"Why can't they understand the way we feel? They just don't trust what they can't explain. I know we're different but deep inside us. We're not that different at all." Ironhide sang, his optics only on his son. "And you'll be in my spark. Yes, you'll be in my spark. From this day on, now and forever more."
Everyone was smiling softly at this point. And even some of the other sparkli gs wandered over to their parents and cuddled up to them. Chromia even picked up Triggerload and held him close while standing near her mate and adopted son.
"Don't listen to them. 'Cause what do they know, what do they know. We need each other to have, to hold. They'll see in time. I know." Ironhide continued to sing to his son and even reached over to gently touch the mechling of his spark in his mate's arms.
"When destiny calls you. You must be strong, you gotta be strong. I may not be with you. But you've got to hold on. They'll see in time, I know. We'll show them together."
And at this point, Chromia joined in to sing with her sparkmate to sing to their mechsli gs.
"'Cause you'll be in my spark. Believe me, you'll be in my spark. I'll be there from this day on, now and forever more. Oh, you'll be in my spark, you'll be here in my spark. No matter what they say, I'll be with you. You'll be here in my spark, I'll be there, always." Ironhide and Chromia both sang.
"Always. I'll be with you. I'll be there for you always.
Always and always. Just look over your shoulder. Just look over your shoulder. Just look over your shoulder. I'll be there always."
And Ironhide and Chromia finally finished the song together, both pressing their forehelms against their mechlings' before they were suddenly jerked back to reality when there was a sudden applause.
Ironhide looked horrified to see almost every single Cybertronian and human there, having heard and listened to him singing.
Either way, no one was Maki g fun of him. They were applauding him, cheering for him. He was still embarrassed and he did grumble but with hos spark light, he tapped his forehelm against Sizzle's before setting him down.
"Now go play, scraplet. Don't be runnin' around so much. And if yah do, don't trip and hurt yehself." Ironhide grumbled before sending g his fellow Cybertronians a look. "Am I gonna regret doing that?" He growled.
Several snickered but most raised their servos in defeat and backed away or starting to leave to do their own thing.
Chromia snorted as she set down Triggerload and then went over to kiss her mate. "You're such a grumpy Papa bear." She said lovingly.
And no one denied it. But all admitted it, even silently. He was a good grumpy Papa Bear who had quite the voice that soothed pain and fears.