Ironhide figured he'd never see Chromia again after Ark-launch. Figured it doubly so when he woke up on Earth.
Her finding him again was nothing short of a miracle. Just hearing her voice made him grin. Just seeing her shoot made his systems come all over with sparks.
Just holding her in his arms made him forget how out-of-date his firewalls were. No, he told a lie, he hadn't even thought about that.
Not that he figured it for a problem until he started getting cravings. Wanting to guzzle all the time when they were on rations just wasn't right. So he took himself down to Ratchet.
"Congratulations," the doc said after a short exam. "It's twins."
Ironhide blinked. "What in tarnation am I supposed to do with twins?"
"That's up to you, but I'll take care of things however you choose."
"That's up to me and Chromia," he corrected, standing up. "They're hers, too."
A small smile twisted Ratchet's mouth. "It's your choice to give her a choice."
"Yeah, it is," Ironhide said, feeling more than a little belligerent. He knew some carriers took the kids all on themselves, but Chromia was a part of them too. He wasn't going to make a decision without letting her say her piece.
An' if she didn't have good reasons otherwise, he was going to keep 'em. They'd tried before and failed, then put it off until the war was over. Now, it looked like the war wouldn't ever end, and who knew when they'd get another chance? Maybe never. Mechs like him didn't get too many miracles.
"I'm going to call Cybertron," he said. "You keep this hush until I tell you otherwise, arright?"
"All right, Ironhide." Ratchet grinned. "My lips are zipped."
"Better be," he grumbled, wondering what his twins would be like. Prime, they'd better not be like the Lamborghinis, or he'd have to tan their hides.
[TF G1] Ironhide/Chromia: Well, I didn't see that coming
Her finding him again was nothing short of a miracle. Just hearing her voice made him grin. Just seeing her shoot made his systems come all over with sparks.
Just holding her in his arms made him forget how out-of-date his firewalls were. No, he told a lie, he hadn't even thought about that.
Not that he figured it for a problem until he started getting cravings. Wanting to guzzle all the time when they were on rations just wasn't right. So he took himself down to Ratchet.
"Congratulations," the doc said after a short exam. "It's twins."
Ironhide blinked. "What in tarnation am I supposed to do with twins?"
"That's up to you, but I'll take care of things however you choose."
"That's up to me and Chromia," he corrected, standing up. "They're hers, too."
A small smile twisted Ratchet's mouth. "It's your choice to give her a choice."
"Yeah, it is," Ironhide said, feeling more than a little belligerent. He knew some carriers took the kids all on themselves, but Chromia was a part of them too. He wasn't going to make a decision without letting her say her piece.
An' if she didn't have good reasons otherwise, he was going to keep 'em. They'd tried before and failed, then put it off until the war was over. Now, it looked like the war wouldn't ever end, and who knew when they'd get another chance? Maybe never. Mechs like him didn't get too many miracles.
"I'm going to call Cybertron," he said. "You keep this hush until I tell you otherwise, arright?"
"All right, Ironhide." Ratchet grinned. "My lips are zipped."
"Better be," he grumbled, wondering what his twins would be like. Prime, they'd better not be like the Lamborghinis, or he'd have to tan their hides.