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"My dearest Sixgun, what if I was sparked? What would your reaction be?" Metroplex suddenly asked, in that comforting voice of his.
Sixgun halted everything he was doing, staring blankly at his gun which he was polishing.
The titan tilted his head to better look at his companion. Sixgun mirrored the titan, tilting his own head to get a better look at Metroplex.
"Well?"
"In all honesty I would be concerned," Sixgun started, voice monotone "but only because I didn't know that was even possible." He added, noticing a change beginning to simmer in the titans optics.
For a while neither said anything, Sixgun still a little caught on by Metroplex’ weird question and the titan just waiting for his partner to continue.
"But if you truly were sparked, then I would be happy for you." Sixgun smiled up at Metroplex, the titan returning the gesture.
The smaller mech went back to polishing his gun, after years of service it had become quite ragged. If it hadn’t served him so well Sixgun would have probably retired the gun by now and gotten a new one, but just couldn’t bring himself to.
Above him Metroplex continued watching Cybertron’s sky, the sun beginning to set and casting the pair in an ethereal glow.
"And would you protect the sparkling just like you would me?" The titan inquired further.
Sixgun shot him a weird look, starting to get concerned about his friend.
"Of course I would." He answered in a serious tone, dark blue optics locked onto Metroplex large red ones. It was so easy to get lost in those large optics, they truly were a sight to behold.
"But what's with you, asking all this stuff about being sparked and sparklings. Do you want one?" Sixgun asked, to himself it was more of a rhetorical question.
Metroplex often got curious about what the bots around him got up to, so most likely that's where those sudden questions came from. Being a titan and all, some activities were simply not available to him, leaving Metroplex to ask Sixgun about various things.
Especially now with the war over and Cybertron returning to normality, a sparkling boom practically washed over everyone. Mechs and femmes all over the planet were suddenly getting sparked. Naturally Metroplex would also be interested in sparkling’s.
At least that was Sixgun’s reasoning.
"I assure you, my dear, I already am in possession of one." Metroplex replied calmly, placing his massive servos in his lap and opening them in a way that allowed Sixgun to get up.
Sixgun was just about to when the meaning of those words settled in. He could feel his processor resetting, hard. His vison blacked out and his frame stopped responding.
Sixgun could hear his joints creaking as he moved, frame stiff.
"Dearest Sixgun, please answer. You are worrying me." Metroplex slowly moved one of his servos, using one of his fingers to gently touch Sixgun. Worry laced the titans features.
Meanwhile Sixgun's vocalizer kept resetting as well, only garbled static coming out. Metroplex only grew more worried, already going over known medics that could quickly help his friend.
Even if he had to leave destruction in his wake, as long as Sixgun was safe.
"W-hAt?" Sixgun finally managed to force out of his intake.
Metroplex' complexion brightened immediately at his companions voice.
"You are alright, you had me worried dearest." Without warning Metroplex lifted
the smaller mech to nuzzle him against his own cheek.
Sixgun only gave the barest response, frame still in reset mode.
"Y-you-r sp-sparked?!" The smaller mech's vocalizer spat out.
"That is correct." The titan smiled, optics shimmering, while removing the smaller one from his face.
"But, who's the sire?" Sixgun managed after his frame had mostly calmed down, only some background code still sorting itself out.
"Trypticon." Metroplex replied like it was the most normal thing in the universe, with a smile that rivaled even the brightest stars on Cybertron’s night sky.
This time Sixgun did have to be brought to a medic as his frame shut down completely.