OK, au, blurr and double oc centric (his two lil' siblings in the story). This isn't exactly the same as the other stories I have of these three it's a separate one and does not go with any of the others!

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"normal talk"

"bond talk"

"Com link"

astrosecond- noun: Cybertronian measurement of time, roughly equivalent to .498 Earth seconds

breem- noun: Cybertronian measurement of time, roughly equivalent to 8.3 Earth minutes

orn- noun: Cybertronian measurement of time, defined as being equivalent to "one Cybertronian lunar day"; roughly equivalent to 13 Earth days

So far my life had been considerably easy, I was born from good creators, with kind sparks, who gave me everything I needed to be happy.

I was a good student, always getting good marks and behaving, nothing really out of the ordinary. The only thing out of it was my lack of social skills with other mechs. The femmes although still younglings, would often give me appreciative glances but apparently my fame for being anti social was keeping them at bay, well not that it mattered that much, I wasn't really interested in femmes yet.

You see in my life I have only one drive, one objective, one tiny piece of action that could make my spark feel livelier than any other time.

I wanted to be a racer. Yep, the name's blurr, and currently I am sitting in the living room chair, staring up at my two creators with almost mal functioning audios. My life was taking a sharp turn around the corner. This couldn't be happening to me, this ruined everything!

"Your…sparking?" I said trying to get my processor back to its usual speed. My female creator nodded with a tiny smile, her gentle armour was of a blueish green colour soft to the optics and lacked any type of protection from war.

My male creator, or my father, however was dark green and had the characteristics of a racer, bulky frame yet dynamic, massive thrusters on his back while my own were still developing and couldn't be upgraded.

He put an arm around my mother's shoulder comfortingly; both were probably sensing what was going through my spark.

Confusion, fear, anger.

This was going to ruin everything! I was meant to be more! I still needed them! When did they ever began to process they could leave me now?!

My mother put a hand on my shoulder trying to assure me but I still felt the same.

"Blurr, we want you to know this won't change anything. You can still rely on us as much as before."

Even though they said that, I still couldn't trust it, I felt betrayed by them, not even the gentle pulls through our bond convinced me.

Days went by, my mother had started into the infamous mood swings, and no mech with a perfectly functional processor dared to stand up to an enraged femme.

Further more, on her last check up it had been confirmed the little spark was dividing itself into two, meaning she was to have twins.

We still couldn't tell if it were femmes or mechs, or one of each even (though that was incredibly rare).

I stayed away from her as much as I possibly could, father would often tell me to have patience and that she was just like that when I was sparked. I sincerely had no idea how he standed it. She would often go on a rampage and throw things at him, which he evaded with ease. One day however he thought nothing was in her reach to throw at him and was surprised when the kitchen table crashed on top of him. I had to help him afterwards while mother had changed into hysterics mode, crying all over the poor mech and apologizing. All the while he had been smiling like a fool, saying it was all right.

"Primus Hot heel! I didn't mean it!" my mother begged trying to help me lift the table.

"Its okay Aquantine, I'm fine, the table isn't that heavy." I grunted with the effort of lifting it just to contradict the mech. So far this had only given me more work to do, I was being torn away from my training as a racer in order to help my creators with whatever they needed.

It was a custom for the creators to build the sparkling's bodies, and my mother was an engineer of all things.

I would much rather keep going on my precious training alone, I wanted to try out for the official races coming up in a metacycle! I had very little time as it was, and although my father understood my need to get better he could not go against my mother. She mother thought otherwise. She thought I was still too young to go, she wasn't going to stop me from going but when all this started she kept asking me to go buy a necessary part for the protoforms or to help her choose one type of engine or another. Really I couldn't help but be interested in only the fastest and when she complained about it to my father asking for him to choose something "wiser" he said the exact same parts I had pointed out, truth be told, she was defeated.

We were both born for speed and as such our main interest and focus would be around that. So where was her surprise?

Three orns had passed; I was finally allowed to go back to training after being interrupted for the fifth time that day, it was starting to annoy me, and even worse was the fact that I could now feel them! The two had started to make their presence known in the bond and whenever either father or myself were going at high speeds mother would usually beg for us to stop because the two seemed to get too excited with our own enthusiasm.

I had barely taken a few steps into my father's personal training room when I felt immense pain hit my spark. I tried to stop in mid run ending up slipping and crashing against the wall, the pain was still there, and primus did it hurt, it felt like my spark was going to burst!

I heard my mother's screaming both by our bond and from another division of the house. I could hear my father call out to her in fear.

I tried to move but the pain felt too intense, my father started calling for me not knowing where I was.

"Father!" I called out desperate to get rid of the sensation in my spark.

"Blurr?! Where are you? I need you to help me get your mother to the medical center! Block the connection with her, she isn't able to do it herself." Not wasting time I did as I was told the pain almost instantly leaving my body. I hurried to my feet and ran out trying to pin point my creator's location. It wasn't very hard, mother was screaming her processor into overload. It would probably be busted by the end of the orn.

As soon as he saw me he passed the pained femme onto my shoulders, I tried to hold her up, we were about the same size, though she was a small femme to begin with. Father changed into his alt form before me and ordered to sit mother on top of him.

I was about to change as well when he stopped me.

"No, wait, before you do that, you have to get the protoforms, we need them there. They are in your mother's lab, hurry!" he said wincing as my mother let out an audio piercing shriek clutching to her chest where the sparks were hosted along with her own.

I ran into the lab and searched for the pit forsaken things, I had yet to see them myself. Mother downright refused to show them until today saying it would be a surprise.

Finally I spotted something that could pass by two tiny metal bodies so small my hand could probably hold them both, although the two together would probably barely fit. I approached and examined them with curiosity. They were very similar in many ways, one was red and the other blue. The red one had more triangular features, its helm having an unusual shape, it had six separate platting on top of her cerebral unit, protecting it firmly like an aggressive shell, each ended in a sharp tip towards her back and it was likely the frontal plate would slide down and act as a mask as it had two small glass coverings on the sides for the optics.

The other wasn't too different, only it had a curvier look.

I was about to inspect them further when my creator's scream reminded me I needed to hurry. Quickly grabbing the two forms I subspaced them and transformed, joining my father outside.

Before I knew it we were both driving in the streets with a snarling femme spouting profanities they usually preferred I didn't hear.

It took infinite joors at the medical center, I sat in a chair watching amusedly as the medics attempted to stop my father from pacing in circles, especially at the speed he was going at. The floor had started to bear marks from his large feet.

It was interesting to watch the medics threatening to sedate him if he didn't calm down, it had been even more interesting when I handed the protoforms when we arrived.

The medics had been very shocked to say the least. First because they were going to get twin femmes born in their center in a matter of breems, second because both had the distinct characteristics of racer models.

Why was this strange? Well because there simply weren't femme racing models. Femmes weren't built for racing, it was as simple as that, sure they could run, and run more than some lazy rusted afts out there but nothing like a true racer. However I had learned from the very beginning that even though they were creating them such models, mother and father did not want the fate of racing into the twins, in fact they were highly against it. It wasn't a game like most see it, it could get extremely dangerous.

I was brought back to the world when the screaming from the delivery room stopped, everyone went quiet, even my father was quiet.

By the look on his face I could tell he was attentively trying to reach out to my mother.

Then I felt it, the two small presences that had been making themselves known the past orns, they were stronger now, much stronger, struggling with life, content in feeling alive.

My creator was already at the door when a mech, red and white came out with a data pad, revising the status of his patient with a look of someone who hadn't recharged for longer than he should. He looked up at my creator's expectant optics and gave a weary smile.

"They are going to be fine, it was a safe delivery, you have two very strong daughters my friend." He said turning back to his data pad before letting the anxious speedster in. I rose up to follow him, not really liking the idea of being left outside to the curious optics of the medics.

My second creator was on a berth, cradling the two tiny bodies I had brought before, they still looked the same to me, I could have easily mistaken them for something else in my mother's lab had I not been actually looking for them.

"They are recharging" she said to the half disappointed mech, he was far too enthusiastic and wanted to see his two little sparklings actually move and look around.

Still nothing could fully take down his happiness; he was pure love walking around on a giant metallic body. They were both filled with it, so much that my end of the link could almost feel it as if it had been directly sent to me.

"Can I…?" he let the question drop indicating he wanted to hold one of the new borns. Aquantine smiled and handed him the indigo blue femme, he took it with care, fearing to drop her if he was too careless, and stared down into the tiny form in absolute awe.

My mother then turned to me. "Would you like to hold this one Blurr?" I was taken aback for a moment, staring between the sparkling, my mother and my father. They smiled confidently and before I could protest the red one was deposited in my shaky hands. I stared down at the tiny body; it moved snuggling against my chest with a content sigh, her tiny lips curved into an amused smile.

"Awww! She likes you already!" my mother cooed, one of the most sincere smiles on her faceplates. My father looked down at me and snorted. "Why can't this one do the same to me?" he whined making my mother chuckle.

"Give them time" his partner said amused from his childish behaviour.

Just then tiny optic covers blinked tiredly and bright blue shone up at me, I stared back surprised, the femme in my arms had awoken.

We entered a staring contest for the longest time until she gave a small little hiccup, and blinked confusedly at her self, wondering what it was that she made.

She looked up again as if expecting some sort of explanation, I was stunned, I had no idea what to do.

She wriggled in her position trying to sit up, I adjusted her weight and she hit me! She hit my hand as if she didn't want the help. She gave another little hiccup but ignored it this time and grabbed tightly onto my chest, pulling herself up, wanting to reach my face. I gently pushed her up and received another light hit for it but it didn't really matter. Once I stopped she was inches from my face and watched in fascination. She let curious noises, crooning and buzzes. A tiny hand reached out and began to explore my face, with each astrosecond her excitement seemed to increase and she wouldn't stop until every inch of my face had been carefully explored. She then sat back on her tiny aft and looked at the whole face all together. She let out a cheerful chirp high enough to cause some pain in my audios and lifted her tiny arms in the air with the biggest smile I had ever seen, and then hugged my face, purring softly and her immense love coming from within our bond.

My creators had watched the schene in silence, mother was tearing, and father looked even more envious this time.

I smiled and sent my love back to the little one. Maybe this hadn't ruined my life after all.

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