Later

Jazz and Jetstorm came in.

"We figured out what happened." Prowl looked up at his mate.

"What happened?"

"One of Professor Sumdac's mines collapsed and it sent tremors out. It was what we thought was an Earthquake."

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Nope. It was one of his old mines he didn't use anymore. No civilians." Prowl looked at Cyria.

"How's she doing?" Jazz sat down beside Prowl.

"She's doing ok so far. Ratchet let her recharge. She could barely keep her optics open. Other than that she's doing well." Jazz sighed.

"That's good." Jetstorm held her servo.

"Is the sparkling going to be coming soon?"

"Yes Jetstorm." Jazz gently held Prowl's shoulders and kissed his helm.

Cyria moaned and squeezed Jazz's servo.

"Daddy it hurts so bad!" She cried out. Ratchet looked over at her and then looked back to the monitor.

"It's almost over kid." Jetstorm looked at Cyria. There were beads of moisture clinging to her heated armor and her face was red.

"How much longer until she's going to have to birth Ratchet?" asked Prowl.

"A few more hours at the most." The femme cried.

"I can't last that much longer mama!" Prowl held her servo.

"Yes you can. You're doing good." She cried out in pain again.

A Few Hours Later

Cyria screamed in pain and Jetstorm held her servo. Ratchet checked her.

"Ok kid. You're sparkling's ready. You need to push." Prowl helped her sit up and Ratchet looked at her.

"Push." Cyria pushed and tears welled in her optics as she cried out in pain.

"Good job kid. That was good." Jetstorm squeezed her servo as she pushed again.

"Almost there kid. One more time!" Cyria cried out as she pushed again. A few seconds later Cyria gasped in pain and Ratchet caught the sparkling in his servos..

"It's a femme Cyria." The sparkling shrieked and Ratchet cut the energon line connected to her chest. Tears slipped down Cyria's face as Ratchet placed the sparkling, now wrapped in a blanket, on her chest.

"She is being very beautiful Cyria," said Jetstorm. She winced as the end of the energon line fell from her. The sparkling cried and Cyria sat up as her interface cover closed. Prowl set his servo on her back.

"Cyria are you ok?" The tiny femme in Cyria's arms stopped crying as she recognized the familiar beat of her spark and then cooed happily and snuggling into her chest.

"She's so tiny." Jetstorm smiled and looked at the little sparkling.

"I want to call her Skyshadow."

A Few Days Later

Prowl smiled slightly as Jazz continued to rant about having a grandspark. They walked into their quarters to Cyria laying on her berth and Skyshadow in her crib crying loudly.

"Cyria what the pit?!"

"I don't want her. Let her die." Jazz quickly ran over to Skyshadow's crib and picked her up.

"Put her down!" yelled Cyria.

"Cyria do you know what you're trying to do?!"

"Yes. Kill her."

Jazz ran out of the room and down to the med-bay.

"Doc-Bot!"

"What is it Jazz?"

"Cyria's lost it! She said she's trying to kill Skyshadow!"

"She what?!" Ratchet turned around and took the sparkling into his arms.

"Why in the fraggin pit does she want to kill Skyshadow? She was just lying there listening to her cry!" Ratchet sighed and cradled Skyshadow.

"I was hoping this wouldn't happen."

"What's happening?"

"Sometimes when femmes are sparked young they try and cope with it. Most find happiness in it but some don't and they reject their sparklings...most of the time if the sparkling's because of rape they reject the sparkling," said Ratchet; quietly.