I apologize! It's just been a crazy time, and I happen to be rather annoyed with my very own brain right now…

Hahaha…. I hate writers block. This chapter is my way of fighting that annoying curse that every writer gets at some point in their life… some times more than once. I do hope you guys like this chapter, and I do hope it doesn't seem too pointless!

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Celestia jumped when the femling in her sparkling hold started squirming inside of it. She vented heavily, but happily and made an 'excuse me' gesture to the bots she was speaking to, turned around, opened her sparkling hold, and lifted the small bundle of energy out of it. With a click her sparkling hold snapped shut and Breaksound began twittering happily at her femme creator.

"You know, little one, you can be a slight nuisance." Celestia stated with a smile at her femling.

Breaksound studied Celestia for several seconds, and then resumed her twittering and clicking. As the young prime turned back around with Breaksound wrapped firmly in her arms she caught the identical smirks of her creator's sisters.

"Chromia, Torchlight… what were those looks for?"

"We were only noting how very cute you and your sparkling are together." Torchlight observed passively.

"Where are Sideswipe and Mirage Fire?" Chromia added as an afterthought.

At that moment Breaksound decided that she wasn't getting enough attention and let out an audio-piercing trill. Celestia, having grown used to this, gave her femling a chastising look and subspaced a bottle filled with low-grade. The bottle was no more out of subspace before it was placed firmly in Breaksound's mouth, ending the search for attention with the joy of being fed. The older femmes recovered and removed their hands from their audios with a smile each.

"She really can break a bots audios… cant she?" Chromia stated with a chuckle.

"Yes… you should have seen poor Prowl when he and Jazz returned. In Breaksound's want to see her other grandcreator, she broke not only his audios… but his logic center somehow became damaged as well."

Torchlight snorted. "I wondered why he came in that day… Jazz was laughing too hard to explain."

"That's Jazz."

"Mazi?"

All three femme's paused and glanced down at Breaksound.

"Mazi?"

Celestia's faceplates split into a smile that made the femling trill with unaltered joy.

"Yes, little spark, I am your Mazi."

"Dao?"

Now Celestia only laughed. "Your Dao is in the rec-room with your twin, little spark."

Breaksound let out another trill, this one a bit louder and more likely to break audios, causing Celestia to sigh and nod to her aunts.

"I will see you later, Breaksound wants to show Sideswipe her new words."

"Her first words, I believe." Torchlight smiled warmly.

"Yes…" Celestia smiled. "I will see you later."

And she walked away from the older femmes with Breaksound twittering as happily as she could manage. The femling was gaining attention from Autobots and Decepticons alike as she clicked and trilled. There were no frowns or looks of disapproval. Every mech and femme that passed the two of them only offered smiles. Several also laughed at the femling.

As Celestia walked into the rec-room Breaksound caught sight of Sideswipe.

"Dao!" She trilled so loud that several bots near her winced as their audios let out a spark and then fizzled.

"Breaksound…" Celestia hushed her sparkling and offered the bots near her an apologetic smile. They couldn't hear her, so that was the best she could do.

"I see our little spark has learned her first word…"

"Actually, my love, her first word was…"

"Mazi!" Breaksound exclaimed, and pointed to Sideswipe. "See Dao!"

"Mazi… and yes, little spark, we are going to see Dao." Celestia was rather exasperated now.

"Well, Mirage Fire still hasn't…"

"Mazi!" The mechling trilled happily, causing Celestia to shoot her sparkmate a smirk.

"You were saying?"

Sideswipe sighed.

"Dao… See Mazi!" The mechling jabbed a finger toward Celestia.

"Trade?" Celestia offered.

Sideswipe only nodded and they handed the respective sparklings to the other.

"Dao!" Breaksound trilled happily.

"Mazi!" Mirage Fire clicked and snuggled against his femme creator's chasis.

Celestia laughed and shared a smile with Sideswipe, who was getting the same treatment from Breaksound. Without another word Celestia subspaced a second bottle and directed it into Mirage Fire's mouth. The mechling sighed happily and slowly drank the low grade.

"Have you…"

"Not two minutes before we came to find you."

Sideswipe nodded and began to give his femme creation attention. Two younglings dashed into the rec-room and hid behind their adopted creators as Prowl stalked in behind them. Celestia planted herself firmly in front of her younglings, but continued feeding Mirage Fire.

"Something wrong Prowl?" She asked non-chalantly.

"Your two younglings decided that my office needed to be re-decorated." The tactician growled.

Celestia spared him a glance. "It was a bit dull."

"Yes, but I hardly think lime green was an appropriate color."

Sideswipe snorted and gave the two younglings an approving nod.

"And the dull grey was better?" Celestia sighed. "Prowl, you know that Dad is the one that 'suggested' for them to 're-decorate' your office, right?"

"Yes, but I highly doubt…"

"The office looks amazing Sunspot, Redstreak. Lime green was indeed a perfect choice of color." Optimus stated as he entered the med-bay. "After all, it has gotten Prowl out of his office for the first time in a week."

Prowl shot his commander a withering glare. "Prime… sir; I feel the need to say that your plans match the foolishness of Megatron's."

"Someone had to teach him, Prowl." Megatron stated from just behind Optimus.

"And the utter annoyance that such plans cause matches those of Starscream's plans."

An indignant screech was heard from farther down the hallway, but none in the rec-room could tell if it was caused by Prowl's statement.

"You youngling! I taught you better than that!" A femme—thought to be Darkmoon—retaliated.

Another screech, followed by a loud crash, came from down the hallway.

"I suppose I need to go rescue my idiotic creation from his femme creator…"

"Darkmoon is teaching him a lesson I take it?" Celestia asked.

"She has not stopped 'teaching him lessons' since she discovered what he ordered while you were in our custody… Skywarp has not gone through any, Darkmoon stated that he was already far more advanced than Thundercracker and Starscream combined, and Thundercracker's 'lessons' ended only a few days ago." Megatron sighed.

Celestia smirked. "And he is taking it like he normally takes lessons I presume."

Once again Breaksound was convinced that she wasn't getting enough attention, and gave the loudest trill of the day. Prowl winced as his audios fried, then twitched as his logic center followed… the Autobot SIC toppled forward as Celestia sighed and switched sparklings with her sparkmate.

"Breaksound, little spark, you must refrain from breaking Prowl please."

The femling twittered happily.

"I will have to ask Ratchet to see what he can do about strengthening certain audios… and to somehow prevent Prowl's logic center from being affected." Optimus sighed, lifting Prowl in a half-shoulder carry.

This brought Breaksound's attention to him; she studied him for several minutes.

"Allow me to help Optimus." Megatron stated taking Prowl's other arm.

"Op'mus?"

Every bit of movement in the room stopped, and every optic was on the femling.

"Op'mus?"

"Yes, little spark, that is Optimus." Celestia cooed.

Breaksound twittered happily and reached toward Optimus. "See Op'mus!"

Celestia stepped forward and handed her father the femling while simultaneously supporting Prowl. "I'll take care of Prowl; you can hold your grandcreation for a while."

With that she left, a smug smirk dancing on her faceplates.

"Bye Mazi!" Breaksound twittered, then focused her attention on the mech holding her and began clicking and trilling at him with excitement.

Celestia chuckled, and then returned to her task of helping carry the SIC to the med-bay.

"Celestia… I wish to ask you something while we have the chance."

The young prime glanced at her uncle, whom she had slowly grown comfortable being around again… of course, that didn't mean that she wouldn't defend herself.

"Yes Uncle?"

Megatron, to his defense, hesitated before asking what he wanted to.

"Has Firestarter spoken to you about her being chosen as the next High Lord Protector?"

Celestia froze, stared at her uncle and—for the life of her—could not figure out what to say in response.

"What?"

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Cliffie! Woot! XD

I know it's been… FOREVER since I've updated. What can I say, writers block sucks! And then I leave it as a cliffie. To my reviewers:

Luna Prime-Awesomeness: I know right! XD *bows* thank you, thank you, I try! Anywho, nice to see you back, missed your input!

Decepticon Skywhip: Man, I almost didn't notice that that anon. post was you! I was looking for your profile pic! XD glad you liked chapter 23! Hope you enjoyed this chapter too!

What will Celestia do with this information, why hadn't Firestarter told her, and why in the pit was she left speechless?

Oh, and where is Firefly in all this?

Find out next time on TSOT: Afterwords!