Hey Guys. Here is the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed! I love you guys! Go and check out my other stories please!
Sides: Awwww. It's over…
Me: I might have a sequel if the readers want me to write one.
Sides: MAKE HER WRITE ANOTHER ONE!
Sunny: Geez bro, why do you like it so much?
Sides: I like it because you make a good femme Sunshine!
Sunny: *eye twitch*
Me: O.o I am going to leave on that note…Enjoy!
Sides: AHHHHHHH!
Sunny: GET BACK HERE!
Me: *facepalms*
Disclaimer: I do NOT own TFs.
PS: This is going to be on the short side.
Epilogue
Sunny was in her art studio, painting. She hadn't painted since the war started and right now she was lost in her own world. She didn't even notice what she was painting. Since the war ended, everyone went back to Cybertron. Her brother had since bonded to Ratchet and she to Bluestreak.
She was even an aunt. Sideswipe was the proud father of a little mech named Burn-Out. He had his father's look and his carrier's (Ratchet) attitude. It was even funny that Burn-Out's favorite toy was a wrench. Speaking of sparklings, Jazz has one with Prowl, a femme named Melody. She got to see both Burn-Out and Melody quite often.
The sound the studio door opening brought her out of her musing. She knew who it was.
"Is that us?" said a voice with awe.
"It's so pretty." said another.
Just then Bluestreak came through the door.
"I thought I told you two not to go in here when she is painting…"
"Sorry dad…"
"Yeah, sorry…"
Sunny turned toward the voices. "Don't be too hard on them Blue. There are just sparklings."
"We are not mom!"
Sunny looked down at the little femmes. Twins.
"To me, you will always be my sparklings, Azure." she said to the little blue femme. Azure was the oldest twin. "And you too, Dash." She said to the yellow and blue one. She drew both of them into a tight embrace. Bluestreak just smiled and wrapped his arms around all of them.
Sunstreaker smiled to herself, this is what a happy ending should feel like. She hugged them al tighter.
