For The Race – Seeker Shenanigans.

Epilogue.

A/N: Sorry if this seems a bit rushed, but it seemed a good way to end it. Thank you everyone who has followed this!

Ten Years On.

Sam looked up from the eight small grounders on and around her lap, as Starscream came in with the three winglets – one belonging to himself, one to each wingbrother – following in a small arrowhead formation at his heels.

"Okay, Sam, which three want to come up now that our winglets have had their flying training?" the Seeker asked.

"Um, Terra Prima, Illusa and Cascade?" she suggested. The three named picked themselves up from the mass and wandered over to the Decepticon Air Commander, all stretching their arms up to be picked up. Starscream picked up the three –the offspring of Elita and Optimus, Firestar and Mirage, and Moonracer and Barricade respectively –and they clung to him gleefully.

Although Elita's team of six had only arrived six years earlier, they had wasted no time in taking some of the pressure off Sam, who by then had already borne the three winglets and was carrying Bumblebee's sparkling, Freewheeler. Now Optimus, Ironhide, Mirage, Prowl, Barricade, Dead End and Wreckage each had a sparkling by one or other of the team, for Ratchet had ordered Sam to take a break from Sparkling-bearing for a bit once they showed up. The arrival of two more Decepticon femmes, Thunderstroke and Novafire (the first a Seeker, the latter a grounder) the pressure was off even more. Both, as far as Sam knew, were now carrying.

For a while, there had been two separate groups of Decepticons, each working separately from the other, and divided between the Seekers and the grounders, for Barricade's memory was long and he was stubborn. The Seeker contingent had made peace within the first year, but Barricade had swiftly realised that their divided forces made it difficult for himself and the other Decepticons to operate, especially when of the new arrivals, any fliers that turned up tended to join Starscream's group. Within less than a year of the peace overtures from the grounder contingent, the Autobot femmes had arrived, and once Barricade's mechs became aware of that, he found pressure to seal the peace so the others could meet said femmes being brought increasingly to bear.

The two groups agreed to stay as two separate but affiliated groups, the Land Force Decepticons and the Airborne Decepticon Flight, with Starscream and Barricade respectively in charge, and so far it had worked out. Both leaders communicated with each other better than anticipated and for now, at least, the peace was holding.

Sam smiled as Starscream took the three excited little grounders out for a flight. Only one sparkling, Wreckage's, couldn't stomach flights, and Starscream's trine were always willing to babysit. It turned out the Seekers adored the sparklings – all of them – and the sparklings all adored them back. Sam couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought the mighty Command Trine of the Decepticons could be turned to mush by a couple of coos and a pair of small beseeching optics?

As the three winglets joined the remaining five grounder sparklings, Sam laughed as she nodded when they pleaded for a story. Accessing the Cybertronian stories she'd been gifted by Ratchet for just this purpose, she began to tell them the legend of the First Thirteen.

A/N: This story is set after the first movie, and is assuming the events of the second movie just did not happen. Thanks to Lady Threarah for this bunny, it's been a lot of fun, and I hope everybody has enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.