Epilogue

Whitesilence leant against the wall of the Embassy on Cybertron and sipped her energon quietly. Life was amazing on Cybertron. There were sparklings running around underfoot, energon was flowing, frag, there was even a sun! The Decepticons were integrating well into society, some even taking Autobot mates when there was a chance. Sure, there were a few that could not be reasoned with and some Autobots that were just as bad, but that was to be expected.

Laughter far below her made her peek curiously over the railing of the stairs. Far below her, a group of sparklings were chasing a bright orange Scrapmetal around. She smiled, happy that she had been able to convince Optimus to let her start a breeding program so that the little nuisances could be turned into affectionate pets. Redscream let out a soft noise beside her, lifting her now white head up from her folded legs.

"Easy," Whitesilence soothed as she leant back against the wall. "Not one of yours."

Redscream let out a small growl before she rested her head back down. Whitesilence smiled before she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Voices drifted to her and she smirked as she pushed herself off of the wall and went to greet the lovebirds.

"Aw, no sparklings yet?" she teased as she hugged Jetfire tightly.

"Don't even start, you," he warned.

"Aw, but I've been itchin' for a fight!" Thundercracker whined as he leant on Jetfire's hip. "Can't we just tussle a little?"

"You want to deal with Optimus?" Jetfire huffed as he leant down to nuzzle his mate's neck. "Didn't think so."

Whitesilence laughed as Redscream walked over to nip at Thundercracker's hand, demanding treats because she was old, slaggit, and she wanted treats. Thundercracker waved her away, glaring a little at her before he glanced at Whitesilence.

"Heard from Ravage?" he asked.

"Only in reports," Whitesilence shrugged. "Jungle Planet suits her and she's happy; I'm not going to drag her back just because I'm a lonely old glitch."

"How can you be lonely?" another voice demanded. "You have me AND Skywarp to keep you company."

Whitesilence smirked as she turned to accept the wiggling sparkling from Wingsabre. She nuzzled the little black Seeker, trilling softly as he laughed and hugged her.

"Momma! Sabre won't let me get a rust stick," he pouted adorably, narrowing his purple optics just like his father did.

"Can't say I blame him; you go crazy when you eat them," Whitesilence teased as she bounced the little one in her arms. "You can have a gel treat when we get home, okay?"

Skywarp's wings twitched happily as he nodded. He liked gel treats just as much as he loved rust sticks.

"Don't you have to work?" Wingsabre teased.

"I'm sure Optimus will understand that I have to take my son home," she replied as she settled him onto her hip. "You tagging along?"

"Of course," Wingsabre chirped. "See you later, Jetfire."

With a nod, they headed down the stairs. Wingsabre's hand settled loosely on her hip and Whitesilence took a small step towards him. The war was over and maybe she was not as alone as she had originally thought.