Author notes: And, with this mini epilogue.. We're done. May or may not be a sequel. We'll see what happens.

... How the heck did I write 40,000 words in a month and a half?

Now, the final respond time. YAY!

Smurf Setsuka: Lugnut so seems like the sort to have sparklings just to bring more loyal Decepticons to his Lord. Doesn't he? XD ..And why does there always have to be a happy ending? Sometimes, bad guys win. Mmhmm.

Rose Wyrm: On the Serenity thing.. Maaaybe. Honestly, I just picked the first words that came to mind. But Firefly IS an awesome series, so it maybe sortof almost is a mini reference? ..From my subconscious?

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Here we are now, going to the north side

I look at my friends as they start to ride

Ride all night and we ride all day

Looking out for a sunny day

Here we are now, going to the south side

I pick up my friends and we hope we won't die

Ride at night, ride through Heaven and Hell

Come back, love, and feel so well

-- 'South Side', Moby

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At first, Blurr had been disturbed and wary by the extra attention he had been given. By the time he had woken up from what the medics dubbed a 'panic attack', it seemed that just about everyone in the Elite Guard complex knew exactly who he was and exactly why he was there.

As a soldier, he had fantasized about fame; now, he wasn't quite so sure he wanted it, anymore.

Months came and went; the now-former intelligence officer -- he had never been stripped of the title per se, but it wasn't as if he could go on any missions -- had been all but locked away in the expansive campus. The small technorganic known as Sari was with him nearly all the time. Over the course of the first few days, they had become close friends; they had even mourned the loss of Bumblebee together.

The field disrupters set around the interconnected Elite Guard buildings prevented Decepticons from getting a precise lock on his signal and even helped keep Shockwave out of his processor as he slept; he was safe, there. Even if he couldn't actually leave.

Being unable to leave -- being unable to go to all his favorite places on Cybertron, being unable to even go outside, being unable to run where he pleased -- still felt like something of a cage, but at least it was a gilded cage; he didn't have to be afraid of claws scraping his frame or of an attack on his very spark.

By some miracle, he had never been forced to upgrade to a femme's chassis; instead, his frame had merely been extended a few inches and internal systems moved around. There was just enough room for the twin sparklings to grow, or so the scientists had claimed. His changed frame didn't even interfere with the joy of running.

The Elite Guard were nothing else if not paranoid; a pair of guards had been with the blue speedster at all times, even when he would run laps in the inbuilt gym, they were with him. It was nearly a full steller cycle after the horrible misadventure that ended his old life when he began to feel pain from his spark chamber.

Blurr skid to a halt in the middle of the racetrack; as if on cue, the two officers stationed with him for the day rushed to his side.

"Agent Blurr?" A burly yellow and red mech frowned slightly. "Are you all right?"

"I.." Blurr paused a moment; by itself, it was a cause of worry. "..Idon'tknow. MysparkchamberhurtsalittlebutIgetthatsometimes --" Another flash of pain -- stronger, certainly more poignant -- raced along his frame. "Okaythat'salittlenew. Ow ow ow ow ow."

A red mech nearly identical to the yellow tapped at his comm as the two began to lead him along. "Medics, incoming sparkling purge. Be advised."

"Purge?" Blurr blinked once, trying to wrap his pained processor around the code word. "..WaitacycleholdonholdonI'mhavingthesparklings?! Now?!"

In the months of preparation for the event, the medics had warned Blurr that there would be incredible pain. In a normal situation involving femmes, it was one spark physically breaking free from another. In a situation involving twins, it could be all the more difficult. However, no medic had any information on how a mech of his generation would handle it; the former intelligence officer was literally the first in Autobot territory to have sparklings.

Blurr was the precedent the rest of his generation would go by; simply having sparklings changed the textbooks.

With pain increasing by the astrosecond, he barely noticed when they arrived at the medical bay. He winced and whimpered a little as he was helped to a gurney and laid back. There weren't enough words or warnings in the universe that could have prepared him for the pain.

A medic opened his spark chamber; he didn't try to resist, instead actively attempting to get the latches open faster. The sooner the sparklings were out, the better. "HolymotherofPrimuswhere'stheslaggingEMP?!"

"No time to get the EMP." An entirely too calm medic looked at him. "Going to have to do this the hard way. Just try to relax, Blurr."

"Relax?! Relax?!" There had been a warning, as well, that he might end up feeling terrible rage from the minor glitches the situation caused. "Don'ttellmetoslaggingrelax!"

The medical staff didn't so much as blink; it appeared they had been prepared for the fury. A small table was wheeled to his side; the pain-filled mech caught sight of two very small, blank and gray protoforms.

"Okay, Agent Blurr, I need to touch your spark to get the sparklings out." A steady-toned femme looked at him square in the optics. "It's going to hurt, but it's the only and best way to safely get their sparks free from yours."

Blurr only nodded; when he had first read about this particular subject, he had been horrified and hadn't known how he could handle it. Now that he was actually there and in pain, he found that he didn't care what they did. He just wanted the sparklings out and the pain to stop.

Still, he winced and yelped when the femme's servos slowly dug past the spark chambers' shields. It wasn't quite as intrusive as a bonding -- she never dug that deep --, but between the hands and the natural pains, it was getting a bit too much.

Before he could think of asking her to get out, she already was. Blurr felt an odd pull followed by a sharp sting. Then, quite a bit of the pain was simply and suddenly gone.

He onlined optics he hadn't realized he had shut off to find the first tiny spark -- he had never seen a spark so small before, barely the size of a fingertip -- being set in to the casing of the first tiny protoform.

The second took longer to remove; a medic chuckled and mumbled something about a 'clingy kid' before they managed to finish the job. The pain completely evaporated with a startling suddenness; Blurr was left panting in shock. His intakes struggled to cool down overworked and overheated systems.

"OhmyPrimus. Iamnevereverevereverevergoingthroughthatagain."

Then, a small wail went through the air. The textbooks had claimed that was normal, as well; it was when a newly protoformed sparkling didn't cry that there was a problem. The first shriek was a sign that the tiny spark had properly connected itself to the protoform shell.

The femme medic cooed. "A little mech! Oh, he even has a little bit of color..!"

It wasn't altogether unnatural for a newspark to have color. However, it usually took until the second frame for such a thing to occur; the simple lack of personality usually left the first protoform to be a solid shade of white or black with very few physical accents.

A medic helped Blurr sit up and close shut his spark chamber; he was barely comfortable when the first still-crying infant was set in his arms. The other began to cry from the table as the speedster stared at the first. A slightly, very pale shade of blue; it was barely visible and nearly white, but it was certainly a color.

The firstsparked was starting to calm down when the second -- another tiny mech, but a solid white unlike his twin -- joined them. The wails of one only set off more cries from the other.

A medic laughed a little. "Ah, the cycle of sparklings begins. They always cry together."

Blurr couldn't help but smirk; the crying somehow didn't bother him. In fact, it sounded beautiful to his audio sensors.

It took a good few cycles for the two infants to stop setting off each others' wails; one began to numb on his own servo while his twin gradually calmed down without an echo to cry against.

"Whendotheyopentheiroptics?" Blurr smiled down at the sparklings. His sparklings. Shockwave be damned, these were his sparklings.

"When they feel like it." A medic laughed. "You did wonderfully, Agent Blurr. Went off without a hitch, and you have two healthy little mechs. Not a single serious complication. You're going to have to stay here a couple of solar cycles just so we can watch over you, but after that.." A grin.

Blurr grinned in exhausted joy; the experience had taken quite a bit of energy out of his systems and he had absolutely no qualms about staying in bed.

He gazed down at the twins; the one gnawing on his own servo yawned widely and finally onlined his optics. As if on cue, his twin onlined his optics as well.

The smile vanished from Blurr's face. "..Oh, nononononono.."

"What? What's wrong?" A medic rushed to his side. "What -- .. Oh."

Four deep, innocent, wide little red optics stared back.

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Here are in in a pouring home

I watch the light man fall the comb

I watch a light move across the screen

I watch the light come over me

Here we are now, going to the west side

Weapons in hand as we go for a ride

Some may come, love, and some may stay

Watching out for a sunny day

Where there's love and darkness

And my sidearm

-- 'South Side', Moby

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Author Notes: Bwaha. With that, I bid you all, adieu. For now. I already have a few ideas for other fics, so.. Whee!