Smokescreen stood overlooking the Well of Allsparks, deep in thought when his wife, Arcee drove up. In the time after the war, Smokescreen and the rest of Team Prime had formed a new Cybertronian High Council, with new members. Soundwave, who used his expertise in Groundbridge technology, escaped from the Shadowzone, became the Head of Communications. Ultra Magnus took on commanding new soldiers as the Head of Military and Defense. Shockwave stopped tinkering in his lab long enough to provide his guidance to the Science Division on how to use the Well of Allsparks to create new life on Cybertron. Even Predaking joined the council as the Predacon Ambassador. Bumblebee and Smokescreen took on a sort of a leadership role in the council, but neither felt as the leader of the planet, or of their race. In the meetings of the council, there was always a vacant seat. All of the Cybertronians felt as if none of them were worthy to fill the void left in the wake of Optimus Prime's sacrifice to allow new life to exist.
Smokescreen turned his head to Arcee as she walked up beside him.
"Can't sleep?" she asked
"No." Smokescreen responded
"I have some news for you that might cheer you up." Arcee said as she saw the sad look in her husband's optics
"What would that be?" Smokescreen asked
"I was talking to Ratchet. He says…"
"He says what?" Smokescreen's optics grew wide as he contemplated what Arcee could be talking about.
"You're going to be a father, Smoke"
Shockwave sat down in his lab and booted up his computer. He looked at his c-mail and saw that he had a message from Ratchet. He viewed it and looked at the schematics of the test Arcee underwent to determine what gender her protoform was.
"Hmm…" he said "I can't tell what gender it is." He walked over to another monitor and said "Teletraan, cross spectrum analysis." A full image appeared on Teletraan's screen. "A male, and almost fully developed." Shockwave said as he prepared the Groundbridge to send him to the Altihex Medical Centre.
Smokescreen rushed into the medical centre and watched as the young Autobot transformed off of his mother. The little protoform opened his optics and looked about at the strange faces. When he caught his mother's gaze, he knew he was safe.
Optimus Prime awoke within the core of Cybertron, and felt as if a new spark had been lit. He realized he was one with Primus, and could manipulate Cybertron for good, or, for harm. He smiled as he heard what Smokescreen named his son.
"Orion. My name before I was a Prime."
Smokescreen lay next to Arcee, with Orion, wide awake. He couldn't bear go into stasis and miss a single movement. Orion opened his optics, and seeing worth staying awake for, fell back into stasis.
Arcee awoke the next morning to the smell of Energon being purified. She turned her head and saw the Smokescreen and Orion were both up and about. She stretched her servos, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She watched as Smokescreen lifted Orion up to see what he was cooking.
"Engon?" the little protoform asked. He was developing white armour, much like his father.
"Yes Orion, Energon. Fresh from the purification station. They must have made plenty for it to have been delivered already." Smokesceen said as he turned to Arcee. He kissed his wife on the cheek and said "Good morning Arcee. Care to join us for breakfast?"
"Sure." she responded.