A/N: I had a story I really wanted to do and was working on it in my head for a while (like began between chapter 2 and 3 of TL a while), but there were several major plot holes I couldn't figure out how to fill. The summery is a bunny I liked from my trip to the bunny farm and for a while it was just a fun thing that I was going to mess with in my head, until I realized it filled all my plot holes perfectly. It's going to be a while before we get to the part of the story I was originally going to write about, but I think the two ideas together are even better.

I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and just in case it wasn't clear: I don't own transformers.

Jackknife watched over the operation room where the medics were going to finally detach their newspark from his trine's sparkmate with tense anticipation. His trinemates stood to either side of him in similar states of emotion. While excited to have their very own sparkling, they had become concerned when an unnatural gold had developed, running through the little spark and growing; at this point running through the entirety of the spark. Sparks were blue. End of story. They could be all different shades of blue, but sparks were blue. The medics had assured them that while they had never seen anything like it, it didn't seem to be harmful and was, in fact, extremely healthy despite the strange color.

Across from his sparkmate's offline frame was a first frame for a seeker and an aerial. Once the spark was extracted it would choose which frame suited it better. Usually, medics knew at this point what kind of spark was being carried and the caretakers could focus on putting programing that they were hoping the spark would take to into the appropriate frame. As the doctors had no clue which their spark would choose they had put equal care into the coding for what they wanted if it was a seeker or aerial.

Ready to start the procedure the medics opened Rainhaven's sparkchamber. Using their specialized tools they pulled the newspark from Rainhaven's spark and put it into a flimsy temporary containment field. Bringing it over to the first frames, they waited for it to choose one, but it wouldn't. They were going to have to choose for it. They looked to Jackknife in silent question.

"The aerial frame." Aerial frames were more likely to be carrier sparks, flight frame carrier sparks being even less common than ground frame carriers, with about one for every six or seven trines, and they weren't going to pass up the chance to choose one. The medics placed the spark in the winglet's sparkchamber but the spark rejected it. The gold seeming to withdraw and the spark flickered unhealthily. The same thing seemed to happen in the seekerlet's sparkchamber, only the blue seemed to withdraw and the spark flickered dangerously. The medics withdrew it again quickly. Looking at each other they were unsure what to make of this. One of the medics tentatively pointed out that the blue and gold where emitting readings that were almost imperceptibly different. It was decided to try extracting the gold with the same method they used to detach a newspark from their carrier. It worked and the healthy blue spark chose the aerial frame. The frame began to hum to life as the spark integrated into it; the color nanites in the outer armor activating and slowly turning white. The feeling of relief that settled over the room was quickly stilled and chased away by a sense of dread when the gold they had extracted coalesced and formed a spark of its own. The medics looked among each other, horrified. They had just essentially split a spark and created twins. They had just created a pair of abominations. Looking to Jackknife for his reaction, it was about what they expected.

"Get rid of it." Rainhaven would have vehemently objected if she was online, but they had their winglet. His trine and Rainhaven weren't bonded. She had no way of knowing they'd split the spark unless someone in this room told her. He could easily tell her the gold had naturally dissipated once removed from her sparkchamber and she would believe him. Jackknife could tell that Razorblaze wanted to object, but a sharp reprimand across the trine bond from both trine leader and right wing silenced him.

The medics turned off the temporary containment field. Newsparks were especially fragile and unstable, they couldn't survive even a few astroseconds outside of some kind of stabilization field. Only, it did. They waited far longer that even the strongest of sparks would have taken to destabilize and dissipate and still it floated there. One of the medics lifted a spark stabilizer, used by pulsing electricity as similar to a spark's frequency as possible, and set it as dissonant to the gold spark as he could. The rest of the room looked on in sick detached fascination as he set it as high as possible and used it on the spark. It writhed and flared, it flickered and tried to escape the medic, but it didn't die. Alarms hooked up to the other's frame began screeching as the spark within it began to destabilize. Razorblaze moved forwards to stop them when the winglet's vocalizer activated and he began screaming. Like lightning, the gold spark immediately arced to the blue spark, wrapping around it. Jackknife watched, expression blank, as the spark and the moving, shifting mass of life energy stabilized each other. He took a step closer and the gold spark energy arced to the seeker frame, instantly coming online and rolling so that he had and arm protectively on either side of his twin supporting him above the other. Their optics onlined at the same time and liquid gold met the color of the sky.

"Skyfire." The seekerlet said reverently.

"Starscream." The winglet whispered back in awe.

Jackknife looked between them. He wasn't sure if they were introducing themselves to each other or if they had onlined knowing each other's designations. One of the medics shifted and caught the twins' attention. The winglet, Starscream? Skyfire? looked at them all with innocent curiosity. The seekerlet, looked at them much more distrustfully. He slowly gazed over them all over before landing on the medic that had misused the spark stabilizer. Another medic had grabbed it when the winglet screamed, but he ignored the one holding it, focusing on the one that had actually used it. His whole frame tensed defensively causing the winglet to look up at him. The seekerlet turned his attention to give Jackknife a challenging glare and that's when he knew; the gold spark remembered. Despite having no processor to write the memories on; the gold spark remembered what had just transpired.

"Bring Rainhaven back online." At this point it was obvious there was no getting rid of just the gold spark and he needed Rainhaven's help on deciding what they were going to do about their sparklings.

The medics did so quickly, they were horrified to have created a pair of split sparks and the sooner they began covering this up the better. Rainhaven, who found all life precious, decided she loved them both, despite the fact that they were split sparks. Thankfully she understood why the fact that they were twins couldn't become common knowledge. In the end it was decided that it would be easiest to put them down as siblings sparked at nearly the same time. Skyfire, the winglet, would be older as he had been the one put in a frame first and an orn or two from now they would fill out the files for Starscream, the seekerlet. Rainhaven, Jackknife, and his trine would stay at the hospital during the interim to help support the illusion. The medics had them sign disclosures that basically ensured the caretakers would never vent a word of what happened and that the medics currently in the room were the two sparklings' only doctors from here on out. It would be painfully obvious to any half trained medic that the winglet registered with two thirds of a spark and the seekerlet registered with one third of a spark; the only way to get something like that being split sparks.

Jackknife watched as the twins recharged tangled together, just like they always did. Skyfire acted like any normal sparkling, but Starscream… Gold optics onlined to coolly regard him back. The medics had confirmed that, however his memories were stored, it wasn't on his processor. He could clearly remember what had been said and been done before he had a frame with which to get any kind input or record said input. He knew Jackknife had without hesitation told the medics to get rid of him. Jackknife couldn't help but wonder what it would mean for him when Starscream was grown.

A/N: Yes, very short. I'm going to give absolutely no thought to length and instead focus on what I want to group in the same chapter. The next chapter's going to be longer.