Okay, I had some issues with the document after I posted this earlier, but here it is now! The long awaited sequel to Life Now, if anyone is still interested.

This fic is rated M for mentions of past Rape/abuse. I have not written these characters in a long time, so first couple chapters may not be that great, but bear with me.

First chapter established Blurr's new life, just a lot of sparkling Fluff

Enjoy!

Blurr woke up stiff. He took a moment to stretch before slumping back into the bed. He laid there for a couple moments before he was hailed. He carefully removed the slumbering sparkling sprawled across his stomach, and laid the little thing back down before heading off to tend to the other stirring toddlers.

Blurr found Little Jazz and Bluewave awake in their cribs while Zippy remained at rest. Blurr plucked the pair of two year olds from the berths and carefully placed them on the floor. As soon as the opportunity was presented to her Little Jazz took off running. She didn't make it far before tripping over her own pedes. Before she hit the floor, though, Carrier plucked her out of the air and sat her next to her twin. Little Jazz giggled as she climbed to her feet and took hold of Carrier's leg. Blurr smiled down at her as she followed him to Zippy's crib.

Bluewave reached his arms out and grasped his little hands as the pair walked away. He let out just the tiniest whine, which managed to draw his Carrier's attention. "Come on," Blurr urged gently, looking back to his sparkling. Bluewave managed, with some struggle, to get himself to his feet. He was by his Carrier's side in an instant. Blurr drew the still sleeping Zippy from the crib, causing the sparkling to wake up. Zippy let out a small yawn and rubbed his eyes as he was sat on his Carrier's hip and carried to the next room. As they walked Zippy put a hand on his Carrier's cheek. His eyes were blank and distant as he felt around his Carrier's helm. Blurr put his hand up and let him play with it as they walked.

Zippy was still small. He was smaller than his siblings, and, according to Red Alert, was blind in at least one of his eyes. The other wasn't functioning properly, but he could still see out of it. She said it was unclear whether or not, as he grew, he would gain his sight in the eye or lose it. Due to this, as well as a malfunction in his nerve sensors, Zippy was fond of feeling his way around. He quite liked playing with his Carrier's fingers and keeping himself close to the larger's warm body and beating spark.

Blurr collected Lightwave before escorting everyone to the main room and attempting to get organized for breakfast.

Little Jazz rushed around, racing back and forth across the room. She tried to prompt her brother to run with her, but he had placed himself comfortably on the floor and was reluctant to get up. If he wanted to catch her he could, he just didn't want to.

Lightwave happily ran about the room with her sister, but couldn't manage to keep a pace anywhere near that of Jazz. The little sparkling still ran about happily, though, laughing every time Little Jazz passed her. Before they could finish their "race" Blurr picked up Lightwave and placed her in the seat beside her brother. Blurr then collected Bluewave and placed him in his seat before going back for Jazz.

The little femme rushed past her Carrier with a giggle. Blurr was not phased by her speed and quickly managed to get a hold of her.

Blurr set a small bowl of energon mush in front of everyone before tending to Zippy, who still required some assistance when it came to feeding. He would sometimes grab the spoon for himself and try to help himself to the energon, but his nerves betrayed him and he would either drop the spoon or hold it still. As Zippy took the spoon for himself Blurr took a few quick sips of his own energon. Blurr often found himself chugging his meals so that he could get himself and everyone else ready before heading off to work.

After escaping, he and the other autobots made their way to an abandoned planet outside of Megatron's empire. The planet had been abandoned during a separate war and turned out to be a very suitable homebase. Blurr, along with many other escaped Autobots from both Cybertron and earth, as well as some stragglers who had been waning on the outskirts waiting for the war to restart, reclaimed the planet and began building.

The planet turned out to be rich in energy, which was lucky for them. By this time the war was on the verge of restarting. Any day now the newly developed council would be informing the inhabitants of their new planet that the Autobots and Decepticons were going to war again. They had all the resources and soldiers. They had plenty of soldiers. They had ships, and weapons, and energon. There was not much coming between the Autobots and war.

Blurr didn't like to think about war. He had enough on his mind with providing for four sparklings. War was the last thing he, and everyone else, needed right now.

Blurr's internal clock told him that it was almost time to go. He worked for the newly established Elite guard. Because of the sparklings, however, and the lack of current war, he often worked in the office going over intel already gathered by other bots. He also made the occasional delivery, when the need arose and there wasn't much on his plate. Blurr's job wasn't too difficult. He assumed it would get much harder when the war erupted, but until then he relished in it's simplicity. As much as he disliked office work, it was better than being away from his sparklings on a mission.

Blurr cleaned up the sparklings who managed to get more energon on their face than in their mouths, then released everyone from their high chairs. He placed Lightwave on his shoulders and scooped up Zippy before making sure the other set of twins was ready to run. Jazz took her brothers hand before taking her Carrier's. She was practically buzzing, hardly able to wait for the run ahead of her. She let her heals hop off the ground, barely able to contain her excitement, "Go, go, go," she repeated, mostly to herself.

Blurr smiled at her enthusiasm, "Are you ready?" he asked, getting into position.

Jazz nodded vigorously. Bluewave yawned.

"Bluey, are you ready sweet spark?" Blurr asked the other twin.

Bluewave nodded with a weak, "Uh-huh,"

A second later they took off running.

Blurr had to keep his speed down so that the other two could keep up with ease. They may have been quick, but neither had reached the level of their Carrier. Despite not being as fast as Blurr they were in no way slow. They could outrun any bot on this planet, and they were only two.

Jazz loved the sensation of running. Ever since she figured out how to walk it was all she would do. Little Jazz never walked anywhere, it was always running, there was no other option for her. Rarely a step was taken that was slower than, at least, sixty miles per hour. If there was any racing going on in the house, more often than not, it was Jazz who instigated it.

Bluewave, on the other hand, could live without running. He was fast, sure, but he enjoyed the feeling of sleep much more than that of pavement beneath his young pedes. By the end of the day he was often exhausted, even after having done nothing. There was nothing wrong with him, his timers were all adjusted, his processor worked as quickly and efficiently as his Carriers, he was just, for lack of a better word, lazy. When he had to run he ran, when he could sit he sat. It was all very simple to him.

Zippy was also quite quick, and Blurr would occasionally put him down to run with his siblings on the journey to work, but he much preferred being carried. It helped prevent any unnecessary incidents. When Zippy was feeling up to it, though, he would accept the challenges presented to him by Jazz and they would take a short turn about the house. This had not happened recently, however, due to an unfortunate incident. Despite being slightly impaired vision wise Zippy knew his way around the house well enough to run around on his own. Every once in awhile, though, he found himself losing his place and barreling into a wall. This had happened recently, upon racing Jazz, and he has not returned to the racing circuit since.

Lightwave also enjoyed the feeling of running, though she could not do so as well as her siblings. She was slightly larger than the others, and heavier. Her frame type did not allow for racing, so, when challenged, she often found herself significantly behind her siblings. She did, however, find it fun to sit on her Carrier's shoulders as he ran. Sometimes Carrier would scoop her up in the middle of a race with her siblings and carry her to the made up finish line.

Blurr quite enjoyed running his sparklings to work. He was, at first, not permitted to bring them. The council thought the presence of "Decepticon babies", as someone had referred to them, would interrupt the work of others.

In spite Blurr continued to bring them. It was not only spite that fueled him, though, it was also the lack of alternative care. No one Blurr knew could take the time to watch them for him, and Blurr didn't trust a single person he didn't know. Blurr took the sparklings wherever he went while they were babies. He was somewhat of an important member of the new Elite Guard, and had helped establish it. In the early stages he was often met with judgmental glares upon nozzle feeding at a meeting. It wasn't until the guard and society were fully established that Blurr was told he should refrain from bringing his sparklings to work, and especially refrain from feeding them in public. At that point they were all about one, and still being half nozzle fed.

Blurr ignored the council and continued to bring them, and feed them until they were weaned off entirely. Anyone who had a problem with it would just have to deal with it.

As much as the council insisted the presence of Blurr's sparklings decreased work ethic Blurr was smart enough to know better. The little things were two years old, and while they were fast, and curious, and could, at times, get a bit rambunctious, they were nothing Blurr couldn't handle.

For the most part they ran around Blurrs office. Nobody could even see them.

On a few occasion, though, Lightwave managed to sneak away and explore the facility. Of the four she was the most curious. She had developed the quickest among the four. Blurr had to replace her crib with a regular birth much sooner than expected because she was constantly escaping to sleep in with him. Blurr didn't want her to accidentally hurt herself why climbing out of the crib so she was given a berth. Of course this just encouraged her behavior. Lightwave appeared to have some level of separation issues.

Despite this, she seemed to have no issues wandering around Autobot headquarters alone.

Blurr was sure to keep track of them as he walked to his office.

Upon approaching the building Blurr placed Lightwave and Zippy on the ground. Jazz continued to hold his and her brothers hand as Blurr took Zippy's hand and instructed him to take Lightwave's hand.

With stiff posture and a high head Blurr began his descent into the building. He and his sparklings were met with many disapproving stares.

Blurr didn't care.

He knew where his sparklings came from better than anyone, and he, and his army of two year olds, stroke through Autobot headquarters with more confidence than any other bot in that building could muster.

A couple of the council members tried vigorously to remove Blurr from the elite guard. They claimed he was unfit for duty considering his current position and former relations. Luckily for Blurr, Optimus and Preceptor, who headed the new council, were always quick to shoot the idea down.

Blurr was important to the Elite Guard, and while Optimus was reluctant to allow Blurr to go on real missions until his Sparklings were old enough to be left home alone, he was still a great advocate for Blurr's exemplary skills.

Blurr dragged the sparklings into the office and closed the door behind him.

Bluewave immediately took to the floor. Lightwave climbed into her Carriers chair and pushed off against the desk to make it spin. Jazz grabbed onto the arm of the chair and took a few runs around before hopping on with her sister.

Zippy sat on the floor with his brother and the two practiced their chirolinguistics. Both enjoyed the activity. It allowed Zippy to communicate more effectively, while not requiring his lazy brother to have to do much moving.

Zippy had some difficulty communicating on the level he was supposed to at this age. He often spoke through hand. He could tell a lot through someone's hands.

Blurr, seeing that everyone was properly occupied, got to work reading over the data pads that riddled his desk. Blurr was left to stand and pace as the two femmes entertained themselves with the chair. Blurr would occasionally assist them in making the chair spin, taking a break from his reports for a moment or two.

As Jazz and Lightwave spun around a symphony of giggles escaped the the two little femmes. Blurr couldn't help but smile. He loved seeing his Sparklings happy.

After entertaining the girls for a while Blurr moved to the two little Mechs. He sat on the floor with them and let Zippy practice hand with him as he read over a data pad. Blurr could not help but smile as Zippy repeating "carrier very fast," as many times as he could. It was one of many simple statements he could recite.

Bluewave hugged his Carrier and fell asleep halfway in his lap.

When Blurr was not overwhelmed with work, and the sparklings were in a fairly calm mood, this was the normal routine for the family.

As Blurr read through the data pad, provided a suitable napping place, and practiced hand, his door opened.

"Blurr," Cliffjumper said upon entering.

Blurr looked up from his data pad, "yes?" He asked.

"Optimus is requesting your presence in his office. Sooner than later."

"Alright, I'll be right in," Blurr gently pried Bluewave's arms from his waist and sat him back up, "Would you mind watching them for a few minutes?" Blurr request, standing up.

"Sure," Cliffjumper agreed, stepping into the room as Blurr stepped out, "but of you're gone for more than ten minutes I'm leaving."

"Don't worry, Cliffjumper, they still don't bite. Would you rather they escape into the building?" Blurr challenged, not sure how long he'd be gone.

Cliffjumper scowled, "just get to the meeting. The sooner you get there the sooner you get back."

Blurr smirked, "Thanks Cliff."

With that Blurr was gone. Leaving Cliffjumper alone with the four sparklings.

"I- don't think I understand. What does that have to do with anything?" Asked Blurr, furrowing his brow with confusion.

"We just thought- considering everything that happened and all-" Optimus' words came out slightly choppy. Eventually he let out a small sigh, deciding it better not to beat around the bush, "we just don't want you to be compromised Blurr. The possibility of your processor affecting your behavior upon the chance of you being reunited with Shockwave - it's a risk we're required to take into consideration. One compromised agent leads to all compromised agent."

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't appreciate the implication that I would let anything like that disrupt my ability to work. When the time comes for me to return to the field, I will. There should be no question about it."

"We know that Blurr, but…" Optimus tried to find his words, "Trauma is a tricky thing. There's no telling what effect it's taken on you."

"I'm sure if the time comes I will be fully able to control myself, sir."

"I'm sorry, Blurr, but it's just too much of a risk. If you ever want to return to the field you'll be required to speak with a therapist, which you have very adamantly refused to do."

Blurr half scowled, "I don't exactly have the time for things like that. I have never been keen on letting things that are ultimately unnecessary take up the time I could be using to be better serve the Elite Guard,"

"Well, you won't be serving the Elite guard for much longer if you don't complete the therapy Blurr. The council has called 're afraid that you may hesitate to report on your former bond mate."

"He was never my bond mate," Blurr growled. A second later he caught himself. Blurr had gotten very good at hiding his emotions from his colleagues. They did sometimes rear their ugly head, though.

Optimus let out a small sigh, "Preceptor and I can only vouch for you so much. The rest of the council has a say in the decisions we make. I want you on the team, Blurr, more than anybody, and I know that's what you want too. But the council needs to see that you're healthy enough to be there. Otherwise, you're just a hazard" Optimus stood and came around the desk, "just please, take some time to reconsider," he proposed, escorting Blurr to the door, "we need you on our team, Blurr,"

Blurr paused in the doorway. He kept his eyes locked on the door frame before looking up at Optimus, "thank you for the offer," he said quietly, then taking his leave.

"So what did he want?" Asked Cliffjumper and Blurr entered the office.

Blurr didn't speak for a moment. He made his way to the chair, which had been abandoned, and fell into it with a heavy slump, "he was concerned about how I would perform in the field," said Blurr after a moment.

Cliffjumper, who had been sitting on the floor with Bluewave in his lap, removed the sparkling and stood up. He approached the desk, "he offer up the shrink again?" The red bot inquired, crossing his arms.

Blurr simply nodded, he leaned forward, putting his weight on the desk, "now he says the rest of the council is calling for it. If the war starts up again and they need Intel bots I'm not allowed the be a field agent unless I get this done." he fell back in his seat, "Apparently I'm a 'hazard'," Blurr could feel the anger burning towards the surface, "I might be kicked out of the Elite Guard entirely!"

Upon seeing his Carrier in distress Zippy climbed into Blurr's lap and began outlining symbols on his cheek. Blurr calmed at this action. He let out the smallest smile as he took his Sparklings hand and gave it a kiss, "I love you too," he said quietly.

"So what are you going to do?" Asked Cliffjumper as Little Jazz jumped up to try and grab his arm, "you can't just leave the issue hangin', like you always do. This is the big leagues this time. You're either in or you're not, and this your only way in." Cliffjumper eventually put his arm out of Little Jazz to jump on and hang off of.

Blurr kept a servo to his head as he thought, and Zippy continued to draw outlines across his plating.

"I don't know," Blurr admitted after a while, "I'm at a loss on this one to be completely honest. It's not as though I have all the time in the world to spend getting my head checked out. What's the point anyways? It'll probably be messed up again by the end of the next war."

Cliffjumper placed the femme on the ground as he approached the desk, "well, of it's any consolation," he started, "I'd recommend you do it."

Blurr half scoffed, "and since where you so concerned about my well-being?" He asked, half joking. He was poking fun at Cliffjumper's seemingly sudden attitude change in the past solar cycle.

"Hardy har har," Cliffjumper said stiffly as he placed his hands stop the desk to lean against, "I'm serious,"

"Well so am I," Blurr nearly shot back, sitting up further, "this past solar cycle you've gone almost full blown nanny on me, Cliffjumper. I'm almost almost beginning to miss our tiffs."

Cliffjumper ignored him. He stood up straight, "look, Blurr, if you're not going to do this for yourself, then do it for them," he gestured the four sparklings scattered about the room, "they're more important than any war." He looked back to Blurr, "I know you can't keep this act up forever," he made his way towards the door, "someday you're going to break," he stopped in the opening and looked back to his colleague, "and no one will be there to pick up the pieces."

Blurr was then left alone with his sparklings.

He suddenly found himself with a lot to think about.

Later that night, after getting home, Blurr fed his sparklings dinner before corralling them into the wash racks for a bath.

Jazz rushed in and out of the room while she still had the opportunity, but made no real protest. She just wanted to run around for as long as she could before being stuck in the tub. Zippy and Bluewave put up no fight whatsoever, so getting those three in was a sintch.

Then came Lightwave.

Lightwave had yet to outgrow her hatred of baths. She knew the most words between the four of them so her protests were often riddled with half complete "I hate you's" and "I hate baths," along with a generally long lasting and ear shatteringly loud series of No's.

She squirmed in her Carrier's arms. It was difficult for Blurr to effectively hold onto her, as she was slightly heavier than the others, and quite sharp.

Blurr, not wanting to disturb the other three's bath time, often took Lightwave in by herself first.

He would have allowed her to refrain from the bath for another week, but Jazz would whine and complain, and drag Bluewave into the protest. At that point Blurr would only have one sparkling on his side and no one would end up getting clean.

So, he had to wash everyone at the same time, no matter how cumbersome it might end up being.

Despite Lightwave's adamant and strong protests Blurr managed to drag the poor sparkling to the wash racks and place her in the tub. He had learned by now that, when he managed to get her into the tub, moving became out of the question. If he moved, she climbed out, and the process had to start all over again.

Blurr had attempted, on many occasions, to integrate the uncooperative sparkling into bath time with her siblings. He thought that the presence of her brothers and sisters would prompt a more positive response from the femme.

It didn't work.

Blurr, in no way, enjoyed putting his sparkling through such strain. She was clearly very stressed under the conditions of the wash racks, and it seemed nothing Blurr did assisted in the problem. He attempted to give her a shower, wash her outside the wash racks, change the time of the bath. Nothing seemed to work.

Blurr found himself, every other week, sitting in the tub with a crying, screaming, sparkling, trying to get her clean.

When she was so upset she often switched back and forth between her purple and gray color schemes.

As frustrated as Blurr was with this routine, it also made him quite sad. The last thing he wanted to do was cause his sparkling harm. Her whales often brought Blurr back to a different time.

A darker time.

He quite often had to pause bath time so he could get his thoughts in order again. In these moments Lightwave would calm. She would look up at her Carrier, eyes pleading. A single thought rushing through her young processor, "Why is Carrier sad?"

Lightwave didn't like to make Carrier sad, but she could never figure what it was that made Carrier sad. After seeing her Carrier sad Lightwave often, in an attempt to cheer him up, splashed about the water, soaking the both of them.

The splashing would break Blurr from his trance, and he immediately got back to washing, which, in turn, sent Lightwave into an upset cry once again. By the time this happened, though, Blurr was already almost done.

Lightwave watched her Carrier carefully as she was dried off. Carrier always looked sad. Carrier's eyes were always drooping, and dark, but he kept on just the smallest smile when he could.

"There," he said quietly, wiping her off with a towel, "That wasn't so bad, right?"

Lightwave shook her head light, "I'm sorry," she apologized quietly, keeping her optics glued to the floor.

Blurr was taken aback by this response. He had never received an apology from the toddler.

"It's-" he wasn't sure how to approach. After a moment he smiled. He wiped a bit of cleaning solution from her cheek and assured her it was okay, "We don't like what we don't like," Blurr said quietly. He let out just the slightest giggle, "But if you could make it a little easier on Carrier, I would appreciate it."

Lightwave nodded vigorously, hoping the deal would make her Carrier smile again, which it did.

Blurr finished drying her off before summoning the other three sparklings.

Lightwave sat right outside the tub as her siblings got their baths. She peaked over the tub wall and simply observed.

Blurr sat in the shallow cleaning solution with them. Bluewave and Little Jazz were playing around in the solution and, for the most part, washing themselves, while Blurr let Zippy sit in his lap and splash around a bit.

Zippy much preferred facing his Carrier during bath time, and playing with the water. Zippy loved the sensation of the cleaning liquid. He liked to run his hand through it and attempt to pick it up.

As he explored the liquid he sometimes placed his hands on his Carrier's chest in an attempt to feel the spark beat. Zippy was generally satisfied by his Carrier's EM field, but it comforted him to check and make sure Carrier's spark was still there.

Zippy began drawing symbols on Blurr's chest again, indicating he wanted to tell Blurr something. Blurr slipped his hands in front of the sparklings and let the little thing communicate. He said, "Carrier is warm," many times before Blurr grabbed his hands and shook them around a bit. Blurr leaned down so that his face was nuzzling his sparkling's. Zippy giggled with joy as his Carrier's helm rubbed against his own. Zippy pulled his tiny hands out of Blurr's and took hold of Carrier's cheeks.

Lightwave observed this behavior from her place outside the large tub. Their apartment was built for a bot of much larger size, so everything was a bit big, even for Blurr. It was a good thing, though, it gave the mini speedsters some room to move.

Lightwave did not understand her twin brother. She knew well enough that they emerged from the same spark, at the same time, from the same Sire. But he was just so different. They were all so different. Everyone had on light colors. They were all sleek and aerodynamic, even as toddlers.

Lightwave looked down at herself. She switched her colors. Purple to Gray. She then looked back at her siblings again. Why was Jazz so fast? And why was Bluey so lazy? Why was Zippy so...different?

And why was Carrier so sad?

Questions whisked about the sparklings young processor. She didn't think much of the questions she asked herself, they were just observations. Observations that told the little sparkling that something about her family wasn't quite right.

Though she had these thoughts she could not comprehend them. She did not understand the questions she asked herself, or why they were being asked. This was her family. They were not strange, or abnormal, they were what they were. Whatever that was.

Lightwave continued to observe the bath time of her other siblings.

Little Jazz was starting a small whirlpool in the tub, which Carrier quickly brought to a halt. Bluewave seemed to struggle to keep himself upright.

Before everyone was allowed to leave the tub Blurr inspected them, making sure they were at least clean enough to last another two weeks. After everyone was deemed clean they were released. As soon as the order was given Jazz leaped out of the tub and ran around in circles until she was dry. After that she went running about the house.

Blurr carried Zippy out of the tub, and caught Bluewave as he almost fell out.

Blurr dried off the two sparklings before everyone made their way to the main living area. Blurr encouraged Zippy to walk there himself. He let out a small whine upon leaving his Carrier's arms, but did eventually get to walking. He let a hand rest on Carrier as he did, but at least it was better than nothing.

Jazz rushed about the house as fast as her little pedes would take her. At one point she ran circles around her twin brother, who was seated on the floor, and yelled, "RaceRaceRaceRaceRace!" over and over again before she took her brother's hand and dragged him into a race with her. She won, but only because Bluewave had no interest in going his top speed.

Lightwave sat on the couch and giggled at the sight of her siblings racing. Blurr took a seat beside her, and Zippy too the seat beside him. The three watched as Jazz raced around with Bluewave until Bluewave got tired of it, and joined the rest of the family on the couch.

Blurr felt quite relaxed as another sparkling joined the pile, taking a seat beside Lightwave.

"Alright, speed demon," Blurr called to the last sparkling left rushing about the house. Blurr plucked the femme off the floor as she ran past the couch. He placed the still giggling speedster in his lap, where he gave her a quick tickle before she escaped and crawled over to the remaining spot on the other side of Zippy.

"Time to calm down," Blurr instructed, "No more running. No more exploring. Just sitting."

Jazz grumbled something that Blurr supposed was words, most likely a protest about not being allowed to run.

Zippy, and Bluewave calmly accepted quiet time, and Lightwave let her body rest while her mind continued to work. Little Jazz had a hard time calming down for the night, which was one of the reasons Blurr held the "Quiet times," every night before the sparklings were put down for recharge.

Jazz had a hard time keeping herself in check. When she wasn't moving she often found herself shaking. It scared the little speedster. Her clocks ran too fast for her own good, and the few words in her mind raced so fast she could hardly understand them. Jazz had a very difficult time controlling herself. Her body wanted to move, it always wanted to move.

Blurr tried to keep the nights calm for her. She could practice control, and concentration. Things Blurr had to learn as a young speedster. Everything around him always seemed to happen so much slower. His body would vibrate with need of movement, and his processor would race through every possibility, every word that could be said, before anyone got to even speak.

Blurr was attempting to teach this control to Jazz, so that one day she wouldn't have to panic when her body kept moving and refused to shut down.

Blurr put a hand on his shaking sparkling's head. At the touch her mind calmed. It continue to race, but it no longer panicked her.

Blurr turned on the vid screen before them in an attempt to further distract her as she tried to get her body to calm down.

Blurr relaxed as she relaxed.

The Carrier concentrated on the warmth of his four little creations as they slowly, one by one, slipped into recharge. The next day he had the day off, so Blurr looked forward to a day he could spend with his sparklings outside of the office.

He could help Zippy with his writing and hand. He could help Jazz concentrate and control her speed, and teach Bluewave how to use energy without wearing himself out. Blurr often spend the day trying to help his little creations with their issues. He did the best he could for them.

Despite his efforts, though, Blurr often found a great deal of worry hanging over him when it came to Lightwave.

She had the mind of her Sire, that much was clear. Blurr didn't know how the mind of a genius worked. He didn't know how to handle Lightwave's endless curiosity. Blurr didn't know how to deal with his beautiful little dark purple femme getting the majority of disgusted stares from passerby.

He loved Lightwave, more than any spark could ever fathom, but he feared for her. He feared he wouldn't be able to take care of her properly. He wouldn't be able to meet her intellectually, or physically. He could help her to ignore the stares others threw at her, but, In Blurr's mind, that wasn't enough.

While all of the Sparklings shared traits from both Sire and Carrier, the other three had been gifted lighter, more inviting colors. Colors that could blend in the with Autobots.

Lightwave, however, was gifted with red eyes, and a dark purple paint job. She was blessed with amazing abilities that met those of her Sire. She could color shift, and shapeshift, and her mind was an amazing word that had yet to be explored, yet to meet its full potential.

Blurr feared, however, that the bots in this city could not accept the gifted sparkling as one of their own. Biased grew thick in the new Autobot home base. Blurr and his sparklings were the centre of many a rumor, all of which Blurr managed to ignore.

Blurr knew that Lightwave would realize her differences and wonder. She would wonder as her Sire wondered. She would think on the same level her Sire thought, analyzing every snippet of information her processor managed to get its hand on.

Lightwave would undoubtedly be the target of much ridicule.

And Blurr would protect her from all of it.

Late into the night, Blurr watched the vidscreen.

His mind remained unphased by the recent news that had been keeping him up for hours, while the sparklings remained fast asleep at his sides.

The News reel played for hours on end.

"Breaking news,"

The News man said,

"Direct from the council,"

He repeated,

"Ships have been spotted-"

Over and over and over again.

Blurr watched every time.

He could not pull his eyes away.

"War has been declared."