Cyclonus x Tailgate
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Cyclonus was hoping everything would work out fine when the time came. He soon discovered that hoping for that was a mistake and fate just wanted to take another swing at him.

Tailgate was two weeks early. Two weeks.  Cyclonus remembered Ratchet mentioning that something like this could happen, but he didn't want it to. And yet here he was, on his knees next to his berth trying to calm his panicked sparkmate.

"Ratchet said this wasn't supposed to happen!" Tailgate whined, gripping Cyclonus's hand in a death grip. "It hurts, Cyclonus!"

Cyclonus winced, but tried not to show it since it would only make Tailgate more upset. "It's alright. It's going to hurt. You're going to be fine. I'm right here." He tried to speak calmly, though that was hard since his spark was literally pounding at a million miles per hour. I mean, who in their right mind would be calm if their sparkling was coming? 'Ratchet, I swear to Primus... if you don't get your aft here right no—' His thoughts were cut off when Tailgate screamed, gripping Cyclonus's hand so tightly that it felt like it was going to be crushed.

Things hadn't even really begun yet and he already felt absolutely horrible for Tailgate. The poor minicon was in so much pain, yet it was shut off from the bond so that Cyclonus couldn't feel it.

Eventually, Ratchet made it to his berthroom and immediately started helping Tailgate. Everything went a lot smoother after that.

Until towards the end, when the pain was excruciating. Tailgate just couldn't stop screaming in agony and tears were spilling down his face.

Cyclonus couldn't take it anymore. Tailgate wouldn't make it if he didn't do something. "Tailgate, listen to me. You have to open your side of the bond so I can take the pain away, okay? Can you do that?" He asked, trying to rush a bit so that he could relieve his sparkmate from the pain sooner. He knew this was going to hurt a lot, but he was confident that he could handle the pain a lot better than Tailgate could because he wasn't as small.

"B-But I don't w—want to! You'll b-be hurting!" Tailgate sobbed, his entire frame trembling in both fear and pain.

"I don't want you to hurt, that's why I'm taking it away. I want you to focus on our sparkling instead. Don't worry about me." Cyclonus responded, hoping that Tailgate would just do it. He couldn't bear to hear him scream in pain anymore. "Please..."

Tailgate sniffed and continued crying, his chassis heaving. "O—Okay..." He whimpered, opening up his side of the bond so everything he was feeling was transferred to Cyclonus.

Cyclonus nearly collapsed when the huge pang of emotions slammed into his spark. Pain, fear, exhaustion, everything was swirling around. It hurt. He grit his denta together and worked through it. He knew Tailgate wasn't feeling this pain now, which soothed him a bit.

"I'm s-sorry..." Tailgate whimpered, relaxing once he felt most of the pain dissipate.

"Don't be. Just focus on the sparkling now." Cyclonus managed to say through clenched denta, his chassis heaving with effort as the flow of pain continued to pummel his spark and bond. He didn't know how long he would be able to do this.

Luckily, it was only another hour before his sparkling was finally born. He felt the pain fade away as his sparkling's cries filled his audio receptors.

And he was finally at ease.

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Should I make this into a fanfic?