Of all times, it had to be NOW ?! Don't get Blurr wrong, he loved his little spark, but now of all times, when he is alone in a barren alley, wounded from a fight some aft decided to pick with him, and no one is nearby to help him?! Real nice! Grunting, he pressed a servo against his thigh, trying to stop more of his energon from gushing out. Blurr stumbled forward, managing to get at three feet away from where he was originally standing, before his knees collapsed beneath him.
He curled up, moaning in pain as his gestation tanks decided to be a pain in his aft. "It won't hurt that much." BULLSLAG! Uncurling himself, Blurr's optics closed, he moaned again as the pain intensified. He ex-vented rapidly, trying to force the pain to the back of his processor.
"Blurr?!" His optics snapped open and he was greeted with a concerned visor and optics. The cybertronian with a visor was a mech, while the other one was a femme. A mech and femme he knew rather quite well.
Jazz and Red Alert
Blurr glared at them annoyed while they gawked at him with surprise, and what he said next, he would blame it on his mood swings. "NO, I'M FRAGGING LUGNUT, YOU IDIOTIC AFT OF A MORAN!" He snapped sarcastically. "YES I'M BLURR! AND I'M IN PRIMUS DAMN LABOUR!" That snapped them out their stupor, and Red Alert rushed forward. Gently, she rolled him on his back and laid against the wall behind.
He moaned in pain again and Red Alert glanced up at him worriedly. Jazz was crouched besides her, unsure of what to do. And honestly, Blurr would rather have him not do anything.
"Blurr, I need you to open your valve," Red Alert ordered sternly, the look in her optics daring him to argue. Like pits he would argue with a medic! Especially her! Spreading open his legs, he snapped his panel open. Jazz immediately turned away at this, wanting to give the mech some privacy. Red Alert pulled out many pieces of equipment, hooking most of them up around his sparkchamber.
"Blurr," Red Alert said, "On the count of three, I want you to start pushing. Got it?" Blurr nodded, signaling he understood. Everything was tense and Blurr wished it wasn't.
"One, two, three, PUSH!" Oh, he was in a world of pain now. Blurr pushed, ignoring the burn in his valve, wanting to hold his mechlings. And it was then and there it struck him.
They don't know he is carrying spilt-spark twins...
Fear overtook him, making him shiver. Primus, what was he going to say? Spilt-spark twins were frowned upon, it was rare to find someone who would treat them kindly. He didn't know who would be happy. The only bots he knew that were okay with spilt-spark twins was Drift and Rodimus.
Looking up at him, Red Alert hissed, "Blurr, you need to stop shaking!" Irritation gleaming in her optics. But Blurr couldn't stop shaking, thinking of a thousand things that could happen to them. Red Alert lifted one servo up and poked him.
"Blurr, you need to calm down! The emotional stress you're putting yourself might kill your sparkling!" And quite fearfully, he revealed his predicament.
"You'll kill them. You'll kill my spilt-spark sons after they come into this world. No one has ever approved of spilt-spark twins. They'll die at Autobot servos!" Red Alert froze, optics wide with disbelief. Jazz beat her to it.
"You're carrying spit-spark twins?!" Jazz exclaimed, shock all over his face. Blurr looked at them with begging optics, and they knew what it was about.
Please don't hurt them
