Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I making any profit by writing this.
This is just a scene depicting Blurr and his daughter, Speedy.
Speeding
From the floor, Speedy sniffed the air, bright blue optics scanning her surroundings. She was alone, and Speedy didn't like to be alone. The hatchling felt anxiety creep into her small body, knowing she would be unable to outrun anything or anyone that tried to harm her. She released high-pitched whistles and nervous clicks, hoping to attract the attention of someone familiar, someone who would be able to save her. She curled her tail about her, the sharp edge of the blade catching the dim light so beautifully—someone had to notice.
Blurr made his way down the hall, finding the hatchling in the middle of the corridor. He went to her, letting his engine purr as he lifted her into his arms. Speedy was immediately comforted by the sound, coupled with the familiar scent that lingered around him. The primal bond between them was stronger than Blurr had imagined. He, too, never thought of himself as a father-figure; he was far too busy thinking about himself and the attention he craved.
He accidentally brushed against her defective leg, causing the hatchling to screech in pain. "Ooooh, I'm sorry, baby, Daddy's sorry," he rambled, stretching his neck to check her leg. Speedy leaned back against his chest, letting her sleek frame brush against his smooth armor. Once she got comfortable, she rested there, put to sleep by the beating of her sire's spark. Oddly enough, Speedy had a stronger bond to Blurr than she had with Firestar. Ratchet seemed to think that it had something to do with Firestar refusing to bond with Blurr, choosing to remain with Inferno, instead, and thus confusing the hatchling.
At that moment, though, neither Blurr nor Speedy cared. He proceeded to carry her back to his quarters and placed upon his berth, where she balanced on her rear, using her tail for extra support. Watching her struggle bothered Blurr greatly—almost to the point of him not wanting to be around her. He was intimidated, yet fascinated; it was surreal, to know he had a hatchling of his own, one that needed extra attention. He was the last mech anyone would have ever thought to have children, but he wasn't about to make any regrets.
The racer sat next to her, his fingers now stroking the spikes that flowed down her spine. She lifted her bright gaze, clicking softly as if trying to have a conversation with the larger being. "We'll get that leg fixed soon, you'll be winning races left and right, you will." Speedy noticed her sire's smile and the excitement in his voice. She didn't understand a word he just said, but it sounded… good.
Fin.
