I hope you enjoy this one, it' supposed to be sweet and tragic.

Blurr shifted in his recharge. He rolled over and jumped back at the large mass beside him "Oh," he breathed "I forgot you were here." He said, laying back down as Shockwave sat up .

"After all the time I have spent here I would think you'd be accustom to my presence." The tank came around the bed and headed towards the door. Blurr turned over to face the Decepticon "where are you going?" he asked, already knowing the answer but always having to inquire.

"Nowhere specific." Answered Shockwave bluntly, drawing a scowl from Blurr. The blue bot sat up, propping himself up on his elbows "Are you at least going to say goodbye to her this time?" he asked, clearly irritated.

"You know I cannot."

Blurr huffed "She's not old enough to know who you are."

"Four stellar cycles is enough to pick out a face from a crowd. I prefer not to take that risk."

"If you're so keen on not taking risks than why do you keep coming here? So you can get off?"

Shockwave wandered back to his aggravated mate "You know it is more than that," he hummed calmly, slipping a claw beneath the Autobot's chin "The little thing in the other room would not exist if it were not more than that."

Blurr scowled "Well she barely exists to you." He growled, forcing his head away from Shockwave's grip and refusing to look at the larger mech "You can go now." He spat, never taking his eyes off the berth.

"Blurr-"

"If we're not going to interface and you're not going to see her then there's no reason for you to be here."

Shockwave wanted to protest his bond mate's foul mood but found it best not to argue with someone who was currently Carrying. He had a few minutes to spare, though, and a few questions to ask "How will you explain this one?" asked Shockwave, taking a step closer to his partner.

Blurr bit his lip, tensing at the question "I was hoping-" he hesitated, knowing Shockwave would not like his answer "I was considering getting it removed." He mumbled quickly, still unwilling to look at the mass above him.

The Creator leaned down "Removed?" he questioned testily "Why would you consider such a thing?"

Blurr shot him a glare "Because Shockwave I can't lie about how I got sparked! If I have another sparkling they'll know I've kept in contact with you." Blurr slumped slightly "They accepted the first lie when Lightwave came around because I told them we did it when you were Longarm. Now you're a wanted criminal."

Shockwave thought on the matter. He saw Blurr's thought process as logical but did not like the idea of one of his creations being destroyed "Why don't I take it?" he offered.

Blurr raised an optic ridge "You take it? What do you mean?"

"I will transport the sparkling into a protoform and it will live with me."

Blurr half scoffed "Heh, no. I have no idea where you are during the day and even though you're my spark mate I don't feel comfortable letting our sparkling be influenced by any other Decepticons crawling around out there. If I have it it's staying with me."

"But, my dear, I know that you won't birth it at all if it would put us under suspicion, which it undoubtedly will."

"…It was just an idea." Blurr grumbled "If it means so much to you, though, I can probably make it work. My lies have gotten smoother since I began spending more time with you."

"Make your choice soon, your sparklings are unpredictable."

Blurr smirked but tried not to. His large mate leaned down and drew the lowered head into a kiss "I will see you next week," he mumbled, then turning to leave. He stepped into the living room and was immediately greeted by a tiny scream of happiness.

"Sire!" called his daughter, hoping from the couch and bounding over to her large creator. Blurr watched from the doorway as Shockwave lifted the child, allowing her to hug around his neck. The little femme did not know much of anything about her sire. All she knew was that he was sometimes there in the morning, and she could not wait to see him. She did not know why her creator shifted himself into another form before leaving, and she didn't know why her Creator and Carrier never spent any time together, or why the Sire did not live with them or stay long when he was around. Everything was passed by her un-phased. Her young processor only ever knew that when the Sire was there, she was happy, and he would always be there eventually.

"My dear what are you doing up so early?" Inquired Shockwave, the child's presence being unexpected.

"I woke up early," she stated "And I heard you talking. I wanted to see you, you don't visit me a lot anymore."

"Yes, Lightwave, and I apologize." He let her down but took a knee to be closer to her level "Have you anything exciting to tell me?" he inquired, knowing his daughter always told him of some trivial thing she found utterly amazing. This time, though, she pouted and crossed her arms "Last week Alichrome was being a jerk," she grumbled "Her and other kids wouldn't let me play with any of the toys and banned me from the playground, and kept calling me a Decepticon freak." Her bottom lip trembled a bit but she wasn't going to cry. Shockwave processed the new information for a moment "Well…" he started "That is quite unfair of them isn't it?"

Lightwave stomped her foot "Yes!" she agreed intently "Why do they all have to be mean to me? What did I do?"

Shockwave cocked has head to the side "Has this happened before?"

"Yes, a bunch of times, all the time." She pouted further "Nobody at school likes me." she perked up suddenly "But I don't need them to," Throwing her arms around her Sire's neck "They're all meanies. I can just spend time with you."

Shockwave carefully plucked the child off his neck "I'm afraid not today sweetspark." He sighed, standing up straight "I have to go."

Lightwave pouted "Already?" she complained, looking up at her massive Sire.

"I'm afraid so," Not wanting to leave his child in such disappointment he made her a small promise that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep "But I will be back tomorrow morning, my dear, and we may spend a few hours together."

The sparkling brightened significantly "Really!?" she gasped with joy.

Shockwave nodded, leaning down to her once again "Yes…I promise."

The little girl hopped up and down with excitement "I can't wait!" she cried. Her Carrier was much less enthusiastic. Shockwave said his goodbyes to the ecstatic child, told her to be good for her Carrier, then went to leave with Blurr following close behind "Shockwave," he called, keeping his voice low, not wanting Lightwave to hear "Why would you do that?" he asked "You shouldn't make promises to her that you can't keep."

"I fully intend to keep that promise," Shockwave confirmed.

"Well, intend to or not there's no guarantee that you will. She really counts on you Shockwave, I don't want to see her disappointed."

"I told you, I fully intend on keeping this promise. I will come back tonight and spend a few hours with her in the morning; it is nothing to be concerned about." He put a hand on the door knob and reached the other forward, grabbing his mate and bringing him closer. This action took Blurr by surprise as he was pressed against the large body "You and I will have our share of fun as well," Shockwave rumbled quietly as Blurr made minimal protest to get away. Blurr smirked slightly but tried to stay serious "Let me go," he demanded, trying not to giggle as Shockwave nuzzled his neck "Quit it," he whispered, pulling his head away "Now let go, I have to get Lightwave ready for school."

"School," Shockwave drawled, loosening his grip "That is a matter I wish to discuss with you later."

Blurr knew that was coming. In order to avoid any further conversation he gave his mate one last kiss "See you later," he said, ending the conversation and sending his bond mate away. Shockwave got the message and made no effort to continue. He left without another word, leaving his Mate and sparkling alone as he always did.

As soon as he was gone Blurr let out a small breath of relief. He made his way back to the living room and coerced little Lightwave into getting ready for school. He had to be a bit forceful sometimes because the youngling was just as hard headed as her Creators, even at such a young age. Blurr assumed she'd been picking up not listening to the Carrier from Shockwave, that mech never listened.

Blurr stood outside the wash wrack door as she got ready, and thought back on the situation. Blurr had been having relations with Shockwave since he escaped from prison three years ago, only one year after he was put in. Assuming he went off planet the Autobots spent very little time actually looking for him on Cybertron. Someone that big couldn't possibly hide amongst the Autobots. No one except a shape shifting mech maybe. Apparently no one bothered to revisit Shockwave's file.

Blurr could not go as far to say he loved Shockwave. He was a criminal, a killer and Decepticon. He was the bot who tried to kill Blurr and came very close to succeeding. Why Blurr was drawn to him he didn't know. Blurr didn't know who Longarm really was until the day before Shockwave tried to kill him. By then Blurr had already been sparked and he knew it. How the sparkling survived cube and transfer is beyond comprehension. Blurr wished that it hadn't. When he first heard that it had he wanted the little beast removed immediately. All of the doctors said it was too late, though, transfer could come any day.

Shockwave and Blurr were never supposed to get intimate, they were never supposed to meet at night and interface, they were never supposed to have any sparklings together. It wasn't right, it wasn't natural. But Blurr had spark bonded with Longarm so the two were drawn to each other. Blurr couldn't get himself to report the monster. For one thing he didn't know where Shockwave actually was. The Decepticon just showed up whenever he wanted to. Another factor was Lightwave. While it was selfish Blurr couldn't devastate his own sparkling like that, not when she was so young. So Blurr let it all be. He let Shockwave come and go as he pleased and did not question it. He let Shockwave interact with their sparkling and interface with his mate, and didn't say a word, didn't question where this had all gone.

Shockwave had some feelings for Blurr but he could not call it love precisely. Just a feeling. They shared intimate relations with little feeling but sometimes passion, and they both loved the sparkling equally. Whenever they were together they were either arguing or interfacing. Blurr did not like Shockwave hanging around for more than maybe an hour. He didn't want their sparkling to be influenced by her creators constant bickering or any Decepticon ideas Shockwave might slip into her young processor.

When Lightwave was three Shockwave stayed over for nearly four hours. In the middle of it Lightwave, standing between her two arguing Creators, began to cry intensely because her beloved Sire, and wonderful Carrier had not stopped bickering for nearly a half hour. This only led to further argument and Lightwave being put down for a nap.

From there both parents decided it best they stay away from each other as not to distress the little thing they'd created.

Blurr was snapped back from his thoughts when Lightwave rushed past him. She planted herself in the middle of the living room floor, a pout clear on her face.

"Lightwave," Blur sighed, having seen this protest before "Get up, you have to go to school."

"I'm not going!" she insisted, turning her nose up as Blurr kneeled down to her level. Blurr, too tired and impatient for this behavior, was not going to have it "Lightwave, get up and get your bag, I'm not going to fight you."

Lightwave dropped her tough posture and went into a whine "No" she cried as Blurr stood up and walked to the other side of her "Lightwave," he said again "Get up, right now. I'll count to three. One-"

Lightwave, with tears in her optics, slammed her fists on the floor "I don't want to go," she whined.

"I don't care. Two-"

Lightwave shook her head back and forth, slamming her fist repeatedly on the floor before hopping up and heading to the door. Blurr followed her but they only got as far as the door before Lightwave threw a fit, throwing her school bag on the floor and yelling at her Carrier "I don't want to go!" she cried "I'm not going!"

"Pick up your bag." Blurr demanded, in no mood to deal with this kind of behavior. The little girl refused, yelling a loud "No!" to her tired Carrier. Blurr leaned down and grabbed the girl by the arm "I am not going to deal with this behavior," he said, keeping his voice low but laced with clear anger "You do not talk to me that way. Pick up your bag, you're going to school, and the next time you act like this I'm telling you're Sire."

Lightwave's bottom lip trembled as tears slipped down her cheeks. She continued to pout, though, not saying a word to her Carrier. She picked up her bag and followed the Carrier to the school. At the entrance to the school square Blurr took a knee in front of the still pouting sparkling "Be good," he commanded "And if anyone is mean to you, ignore them, they don't know anything. I know I was mean this morning but Lightwave, please don't argue with me, okay?"

Lightwave huffed "I'm sorry," she grumbled, staring at the sidewalk.

Blurr smiled. He turned his head and tapped his cheek with a finger "Come on," he said, "You still love me."

After a second Lightwave hopped up and gave her Carrier a kiss on the cheek before running off towards the school entrance. Blurr stood and watched until she was all the way inside.

Blurr raced home. He collapsed on the berth, exhausted. The new, yet experienced, Carrier had not refueled since yesterday after noon and was running on less than fumes. Despite being sparked Blurr limited his energon consumption. With one sparkling and another on the way life had become expensive. If he was still a professional racer he would be well off, but those days were behind him, getting back in the lineup now would be difficult and take up too much of his time. Blurr didn't want to be a celebrity again, too much stress, too much time, he was a Carrier now and an Elite Guard member before that. Blurr had no time for flashy lights and screaming fans.

With the amount of income he had, though, and all the expenses he had, Blurr often went without. He went without energy and sleep. Shockwave took up most of his night and Lightwave was his all day. The only time Blurr ever got to rest, where he wasn't working and wasn't interfacing and wasn't taking care of a sparkling or two, where the two hours after he dropped Lightwave off at school. Those he spent recharging, blissfully, until the alarm rang and he was kicked from the world of relaxation into a hectic mob.

Blurr still worked for the Elite Guard. He was used mostly as a courier, delivering things throughout the bases, but every once and a while he was called back into the intelligence ring and sent on a small, almost always unimportant, mission. That, however, had only happened twice in four years.

After his two hours were up Blurr's optics sprang awake with the alarm and he sat up quickly. Scowling at the obnoxious device where the sound originated from he climbed from the berth and made himself presentable before heading to the base.

Sometimes Blurr didn't have anything to do so he was assigned to organize something or any trivial thing that needed to be done. He did the jobs without question, it didn't matter what they were, no paint off his plating.

This morning, though, Blurr was swamped with deliveries and packages and spoken messages that went back and forth longer than was really necessary, delaying other more important things he may be doing. The blue racer was busy all day, he didn't get a lick of rest, his feet never stopped moving except to hand the package to it's recipient.

It was a good paying job, but energon was getting more and more expensive and Blurr had a lot more to pay for than just energy. He had rent on his apartment, school bills, school supplies, anything else his sparklings called for.

Later into the evening, when Blurr was supposed to be heading home, he was stopped by Cliffjumper, who was now head of intel.

"Blurr," he called stepping into the hallways as Blurr headed toward the elevator. The blue bot turned to his shorter superior "Sir?" he replied, still finding it strange to call Cliffjumper Sir.

The red mech handed Blurr a few files "I need these delivered to the executive building across town. Jazz just called, Magnus needs them right away."

"I-I can't, I have to pick up my kid from school." Said Blurr slightly hesitant "No one else can take her home."

"Well no one else can do this."

"But-"

"It's the Magnus, Blurr, orders from the top."

Blurr looked uneasily at the files presented to him. Eventually he let out a defeated sigh "Alright," he agreed "I'll get her after I guess," he grumbled before rushing to the stairwell and running across town all the way to the executive building. He was met with a cranky secretary who told him the Magnus wanted Blurr to deliver the files himself. Blurr sighed, exasperated, but followed the command and headed for the Magnus office.

At that time Sentinal was still acting Magnus, despite some of the council's protests. Jazz was waiting outside the door when Blurr arrived so the Blue bot hoped he could just hand off the files and be on his way.

"Hey Blurr," Jazz greeted with a smile, standing up straight from leaning on the wall "Sentinel is waiting inside."

"Why is he doing this?" Blurr asked testily "He knows I have a sparkling."

Jazz half frowned, falling under a more sullen tone "I tried to convince him not to do it, Blurr, I swear I really tried."

"Not to do what?"

"He wants to meet with you. I'll tell you, though, you're not going to like what he has to say."

"What is he going to say?"

"I'm going to leave that for you to find out. You need anything after this, though, I'm here for you brother."

"Well I need something now but you can't help me." Grumbled Blurr, knowing Lightwave would be standing outside her school for who knows how long after it's ended. It ended five minutes after he was supposed to be done with work. This surprise meeting could have her sit outside alone, while it's getting dark, for another 20 minutes, or more.

Blurr went to go through the door but Jazz fell in his way "You need something?" he asked, having heard Blurr's mumble "I know you've got sparklings."

"Sparkling," Blurr corrected, falling into an all-around foul mood "And she's at school, and I'm supposed to be picking her up right now."

"I could get her,"

"She doesn't know you. I am very clear about strangers."

"I'll get her Blurr, I'll take your ID card so she'll trust me. If you're willing to give it up of course."

Blurr twisted his face a moment before handing over his card and telling Jazz the location of the school. He went for the doors again as Jazz headed in the opposite direction. Blurr paused, looking back to his friend "Jazz," he called, drawing the attention of his colleague "Thanks. I appreciate this."

Jazz smiled "No problem, anything for a fellow Autobot." With that they parted.

Blurr stepped into Sentinel Magnus's office where the larger, darker blue bot stood confidently as he always did. He did not face the smaller Autobot.

"Blurr," he started, turning to the former racer "Do you have the files I requested?"

"Yes sir," Blurr confirmed, handing over the small stack of data pads. Sentinel looked them over before transporting them to a nearby desk and turning back to Blurr "So," he started "You have sparklings right?" he asked out of the blue. Blurr half frowned "Sparkling," he corrected, crossing his arms.

Sentinel scowled slightly "Alright, sparkling. How old is it now?"

"She's four, why?" Blurr narrowed his optics, suspicious of where this conversation was going. Sentinel continued to ask unprovoked questions "A little femme right?"

"That's why I said she."

Sentinel appreciated the agent's tone as much as Blurr appreciated where this series of questions was going. Still, though, they continued "What's her name?"

"Lightwave,"

"Does that come from Shockwave?" Sentinel's voice suddenly held a low, slightly accusing tone as he sat down at his desk. Blurr scowled, tired of being so formal with this jerk "What are you getting at Sentinel, I have better places to be." All protocol simply fell out the window.

Sentinel stood "Don't talk to me that way soldier." He demanded, coming around the desk "I am your Magnus and I have every right to ask you any questions I see fit, and you have to answer them!" he came close, backing Blurr into the wall "We have a fugitive on our hands and we need all the information you have on him. I know you know something."

"I haven't seen that monster since he tried to crush me." Blurr lied testily "Why would I ever want to!?"

Sentinel backed up slightly "Spark mates are drawn to each other. If he's on this world you, of all people, will be able to find him."

Blurr basically scoffed "My partner was Longarm…or at least it was supposed to be…I don't know where he is and I don't understand why you didn't think of this three years ago when he originally escaped."

"It wasn't relevant then." Sentinel regained a more professional manner "We have reason to believe you've kept in contact with Shockwave after his escape. Would you like to comment?"

Blurr kept his mouth shut. It was probably a bad decision but he had nothing to say. Sentinel leaned down to him "If you know anything Blurr, you need to tell us. It's your duty as an Autobot to report any Decepticon activity. Even those of your precious sparkmate." He spat the words with Malice, standing up straight and staring down at Blurr.

"I never cared for Shockwave, I loved Longarm, but Longarm doesn't exist. I don't know where Shockwave is, if I did I would tell you, I have no reason to keep it from you."

"Oh you don't?" Sentinel challenged, then taking a step back slightly "I can see you're under a lot of stress Blurr, you've got things to pay for, a sparkling to take care of. It's hard doing it all on your own isn't it? Working a tireless job, you know, having to pay for enough energon for both of you. You're just one bot though—unless you have help."

Blurr was taken aback by such a stupid suggestion. He scoffed "What? You think Shockwave is raising my sparkling with me?"

"It would make sense. Having the Sire in the house is sometimes better than not."

"Even if that Sire is a Decepticon?"

Sentinel's scowl deepened "I know you've kept in contact with that Decepticon, now tell me the truth!"

"For the last time, sir, I don't know where he is. I don't know where he went, I don't know where he ended up and I don't know anything about him."

"You're lying, I know you are now tell me where he is!" the larger Autobot backed Blurr to the wall and slammed a hand on either side of his head, blocking the blue bot in.

"I don't know." Blurr spat "I don't know where he is!"

"If you tell us where he is, Blurr, or anything you know, all charges will be dropped. If you don't , however, you will be thrown into an Autobot prison for life for association and plotting with a Decepticon. And that little sparkling of yours, Light- whatever her name is, will be thrown into the scrap heap."

Blurr almost gasped but held back "You can't do that to a child," he growled, looking Sentinel straight in the optic. Sentinel seemed to almost smile "I can if it's a Decepticon sparkling. And I can even take that little thing away right now for neglect and the inability to care of it."

"You can't do that!" Blurr threw himself forward but was shoved back into the wall.

"I can do that!" Sentinel roared "Things have changed since the last time, Blurr, Autobot council and law isn't so sweet any more. Right now I can do anything I want. That includes taking that little sparkling of yours away and holding you for questioning. I know you look like the innocent victim in this case but I see through your little charade, you're keeping in contact with that monster and if you don't admit it soon then I'll have no choice but to place you under arrest for suspected federation with a Decepticon."

"You don't have any proof."

"I don't need proof. Now tell me the truth and all charges will be dropped."

Blurr almost considered telling Sentinel all he knew. But after a moment he changed his mind. He wasn't going to put Lightwave through all that. Shockwave would be gone soon and even if he hadn't escaped prison the Decepticons were going to regroup again, they were going to get reorganized and start a war. Blurr just couldn't rat the damn bot out.

"I don't know where he is," Blurr insisted again, his voice quiet and calm but still holding tension "I don't know where he is. I'm sorry Sentinel, I can't help you. If I could help you catch him I would, but I can't…Now please, can I go home? My sparkling is waiting for me."

After a moment Sentinel leaned away, freeing the smaller bot "You're dismissed," he stated "But if Shockwave does contact you, you report to me, understand?"

Blurr stood up straight and saluted "Yes sir." He agreed, his voice smaller than it had been before. A few seconds later he headed for the door. Before he could leave, though, Sentinel had a few more things to say "Blurr," he called the agent back "How old is your sparkling?"

"I told you, she's four."

"So she's in grade school?"

"Pre-school."

"I'm afraid, due to her current position, being a Decepticon sparkling, we'll have to pull her out of her current school."

Blurr was taken aback slightly "You what!?" he stuttered enraged.

"You're sparkling is no longer permitted in public schools. She's a safety hazard."

"A safety hazard!?" Blurr was discombobulated "How could a child be a safety hazard, this is ridiculous!"

"We're afraid her Decepticon half could influence other children and we prefer to keep that away from their young processors."

"She doesn't even know about her Sire!"

"Doesn't matter. She could have abilities she can't control that may injure the other kids. You understand right Blurr?"

"May have-" Blurr growled in frustration "Then how is she going to get an education!"

"She's still allowed in Elite Guard academy. If you don't put her there then your only option is homeschool."

"I can't homeschool I have a Job!"

"Well then I guess you'll just have to figure something out then, won't you?"

Blurr wanted to say something but he knew nothing he could say would change the situation. Instead he headed off.

Blurr ran home. He went as fast as he could and barely realized when he was at his front door. When he entered the house he found Jazz sitting on the couch with Lightwave sitting contently beside him watching the vid-screen. Jazz looked to his colleague and smiled "Hey Blurr," he greeted.

Blurr didn't reply. He felt strange. Black blotches got in the way of his optics and his legs became numb beneath him. His knees shook until they finally gave out with his vision and Blurr collapsed onto the kitchen tile.

Jazz was up immediately. He kneeled beside his friend and lifted his head slightly "Blurr," he called, then realizing he wasn't going to get a reply. He sat Blurr up and waited a few seconds for the bot to regain consciousness "You Alright Blurr?" he asked as the fellow agent came to. Blurr didn't answer for a minute. He had to recall why he fainted in the first place.

"No," he answered "Sentinel is a stupid fragger."

"Ah. I'm guessing you weren't too fond of what he had to say." Started Jazz, standing up and helping Blurr to do the same.

"What right does he have taking my sparkling out of school on the premise that she's some sort of safety hazard?" started Blurr, sitting at the kitchen table "She's four stellar cycles old there's no way she can do any damage even if she did have the abilities that her Sire has, which, as far as I can tell, she does not."

Jazz didn't say anything for a moment "You know Blurr," he started, sitting across from the blue racer "We can't really understand you when you're upset."

"Did you catch a single word that I said?"

"I heard Sentinel is a stupid fragger who has no right to pull your child out of school. I can get behind that. Didn't hear much of anything else after that though, but it doesn't matter, I know what he told you, and I'm sure I can guess what you're thinking about it. But this whole school deal isn't the only thing that grinds your gears is it? Something about Shockwave too."

Blurr crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, not facing his fellow Autobot "He thinks I know where he is."

"Do you?"

Blurr scoffed "No," he said, turning to look at Jazz "If I did I'd tell them."

Jazz didn't speak for a moment again. He had to think through his next statement "Lightwave said something pretty interesting to me when we got to talking." He started, seeing how Blurr tensed as the words left his lips "She said she had a pretty cool Sire, and that he was going to come visit longer than usual." His tone was suspicious but not overly so. He wasn't exactly accusing Blurr of anything but Blurr got the message loud and clear. The speedster was reluctant to reply. Jazz leaned forward slightly "Blurr, if you know where Shockwave is then tell us, all charges we may hold will be dropped, I swear on my spark we won't deceive you. Just tell us what you know." He tried to convince his close lipped friend to little avail.

Blurr, after a moment, let out a small sigh "I don't know where he is," he started again, still unwilling to look at Jazz "All I know is that he comes at night and leaves in the morning. I have no idea where he goes, he barely even talks to me, he just-" he didn't want to tell Jazz he came to get off with his mate, it wouldn't be right. Blurr looked to Lightwave, and he lied "He comes to see her. I don't know why he insists on coming back, but he does and I've stopped trying to find out where he's staying and I've stopped trying to fight him. That's all I know, I don't know where he is."

"How come you've never told us!"

"Because-" Now was the time to lie. He had to. It was the only way to get all of the charges off himself and make him look like the innocent victim again. He didn't exactly want Shockwave to get captured, but he didn't want anything to go wrong either. This would take a massive amount of lying, as well as acting. Blurr started again, half forcing tears past his optics "Because he threatened us, he threatened her-" he didn't like feeling or acting pathetic and weak, but if that's what it took then so be it "He told me he was watching, all the time, and that If I slipped up once, if I didn't co-operate with him when he-" He paused, then began again "he said he would take her away, turn her into a Decepticon, or offline her or-" He stopped himself, choking up a bit and putting on a good show. Jazz just listened, fully convinced. After a moment where Blurr couldn't continue Jazz spoke "Did he—do anything to you?" he asked, fearing the answer.

Blurr looked up at him. Now was a good time to lie about where the other sparkling came from "He—he has…forced himself on me, a couple of times." Blurr's bottom lip trembled and real tears began to fall at the thought of what he'd been doing for the last three years. Sadness suddenly turned to anger "That fragger! I wish he would just-" he stopped himself, as if afraid Shockwave would hear.

Jazz's face remained fairly stoic, with a hit of anger slipping through "We'll find him, Blurr, and we'll get him off your back. He won't hurt you again."

"I don't think he can hurt me any more than he already has." Blurr put a hand on his chest and looked to Lightwave for a moment before turning his gaze to the hand on his breast plate. Jazz looked between the hand and Blurr's face, and came to a horrifying conclusion "Blurr-" he started "A-are you sparked?" he asked, shock twisting his features.

Blurr simply nodded.

Jazz leaned forward "Blurr, how are you going to take care of two spark-lings all on your own? With Lightwave out of school, your job, you've barely got enough for the both of you, you can't take the burden of another." Jazz leaned back, contemplating his next suggestion "Have you considered- getting it removed?" Jazz wasn't always one to suggest this, he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of getting a sparkling removed, but in some cases it was necessary.

"I have…" Blurr trailed off "But Shockwave didn't like that idea too much. He said if I got it removed he'd rip out my spark and see how I felt about it." Blurr lowered his Optics "I just want this nightmare to end," he whispered.

Jazz stood, putting hand on his shoulder "We'll get you out Blurr, I promise. Do you know when Shockwave is coming to the apartment next?"

"H-He always comes at the beginning of the week. He came last night," Blurr unconsciously squeezed his legs shut, scrunching up slight "He should be here next week, first cycle, that's when he always come's he's never missed it." That was a lie, but Blurr played it so well.

The hand on his shoulder tightened before releasing.

A few moments later Blurr lead Jazz to the door "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Jazz offered "I can help you out Blurr, you know I can. If you ever need anything, if Lightwave-"

"Thank you Jazz," Blurr smiled weakly, his voice equally so "But I'm fine for now. I'll go in tomorrow and inform them, or, maybe you should…They trust you more than they do me."

"I'll get on that. Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"Not right now, but, thank you. I really can't thank you enough."

Jazz shook his head "It's no problem, Blurr. Have a safe night."

"Yeah, you too."

Blurr shut the door and locked it. He turned around and fell against it, slipping to the floor. Lightwave came and sat next to him. She didn't say anything, she just sat there with him until it was time to move.

Blurr prepared the energon for his sparkling then, after dinner, sent her to bed. He sat in the darkened apartment, sipping on a weak cup of energon before his mate arrived, slipping in without the slightest sound.

"I protected you." Blurr said, not even turning to the shadow "I lied to them to keep you safe."

"Good." Shockwave cooed darkly, slipping a claw under his bot's chin "Come to the berth." He demanded, his voice low and hypnotizing. Blurr followed without a word, without question. He laid on the berth and let the monster take him, let it use him and twist him, and deliver him into oblivion, and that's what Blurr needed right now.

He needed oblivion.