Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or robots of any brand. Alas, I only own myself and if anyone can do a better job with me, they're welcome to try.

Author's Note: Blurr as a sparkling, short and fluffy. My first attempt at fluff. Written for the Blurrfans contest on deviantart. Prompt was 'present.' The beginning comes from a completely different story I'm working on which is written in my notebook - which I've lost. My bedroom flooded and I know I saved it. I picked it up and put it somewhere safe. I can see it in my hand. What did I do with the bloody thing!? *sigh* I'll find it eventually and then you'll get another story. Might take a while, my room is well and truly fragged. Nearly forgot - thank you to reviewers and readers alike. I believe this makes chapter 28 (fervent praying. Is too lazy to check.) So I guess I could have made this 28 Blurr's after all. Every single one of you has helped me get this far. This was my first ever fanfic and I think I've improved a lot from the start but I probably would have given up ages ago if it wasn't for you lot reading it. :-) I still occasionally wonder what the hell I think I'm doing and consider scrapping the lot but a lovely review (hint, hint) always snaps me out of it. I shall continue this until I run out of ideas or someone tells me 'You ran out of ideas ages ago, please stop.' *huggles everyone* Happy reading!

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Blurr lay belly down on the floor, cold metal under his chassis as his hands moved quickly, grabbing what he needed and bringing it close. Though his hands were quick, his movements were slow. This was careful work.

He frowned at the wire, choosing the best place to cut. There. He took the freshly cut wire and twisted it, wrapping it around the metal frame. The door panel beeped! He jumped and shoved everything out of sight under the recharge berth as the door slid open. Frantically, he surveyed the scene in front of him. Scrap metal and scrap wire, nothing to see there. He pushed himself to his knees and watched as his visitor entered.

Plotter smiled broadly as he came in but his smile quickly froze as he took in the guilty look on his sparklings face. "Blurr. What are you doing?" Voice stern.

"Nothing." came the quick reply.

"Nothing, huh. Doesn't look much like nothing." His optics swept the room. Nothing else was suspicious. He looked back at Blurr who smiled tentatively. He was definitely up to something but it was probably harmless and if it wasn't, well, he'd be caught out in the end, he always was. Plotter supposed at some time he would have to teach the boy to lie better. He'd never get anywhere if he continued to blurt everything out under pressure.

"Here," he held out a datapad. "I downloaded the files you needed."

"Wow, thanks" Big grin. Definitely up to something.

"I'll see you before you recharge," he shot another shrewd glance round the room before leaving.

Blurr waited impatiently till he was sure Plotter had gone then looked towards the recharge berth. Plotter suspected him. He sighed, his creator was far too paranoid, but still, he only had to hide it till tomorrow. He set the datapad down beside him, reached under the berth and pulled the tiny thing back towards him. He picked the datapad up again and scanned it quickly. Somewhere.. in... here.

Plotter frowned at the sparkling. The way it was chugging its energon he half expected it to bring it all back up. He knew it was up to something, he just had to find out what. His frown only deepened as it finished its energon and tossed the cube towards the rubbish chute with such speed that he only knew it had gone down by the screaming whistle that echoed back up the tube. He winced. He hoped it didn't hit anyone again. He really couldn't understand how it had become wedged in Atomiser's head. The idiot must have heard it coming and still he just stood there till it hit him. Plotter had only agreed to pay the medic's bill to stop the whining, personally he wished he'd paid the medic a bit more to put a few more circuits in.

He came out of his thoughts and realised Blurr was gone. He'd vaguely noticed him babbling something and shooting off towards his room. Plotter wondered exactly what Primus was playing at, gifting him with a spark like Blurr's. Plotter was careful, cautious and lived up to his name. Blurr was reckless and restless and everything he wasn't. Plotter loved him dearly but he knew he would never understand him and something told him that when Blurr was older and more capable of rationalising things, he would never understand him either.

Blurr grinned at his project. He was proud of himself, he thought he'd done quite well. He picked up the paintbrush and carefully set about the finishing touches.

Plotter was sipping his morning energon and browsing through the latest databursts when Blurr walked into the room. He was moving slowly and had his hands behind his back. Plotter narrowed his optics and waited.

Blurr sidled up to the table, looked at him sidelong, whipped his hands out in front of him and crowed, "HappyCreationDay,Creator!"

Plotter stared at the thing in front of him. He'd completely forgotten it was his creation day and he was surprised that Blurr had remembered. This was obviously his present. A tiny robot, as tall as his fingers, painted just like him. He reached out towards it and it moved. 'Halt. Who goes there?' It moved into a defensive stance.

"Doyoulikeit? It's you. I made it all by myself." Blurr's voice was happy and anxious at the same time. ""It does lots of things. I even made it imitate you." Plotter burst into laughter as the tiny robot put its hands behind its back and paced the table, muttering.

"I love it," he scooped Blurr onto his lap. "You made it by yourself?" Blurr nodded. "That's very advanced. How did you manage it?" Pride tinged his voice now.

""I looked it up at school and in the files you gave me. I wanted to make a little me that could go everywhere with you, butI'mtoocomplicated."

"I like little me." Plotter proclaimed. "I shall take it to my office to remind myself not to take myself too seriously," he kissed the top of Blurr's head. "Thank you, sweetling."

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Ps: This site's been eating my dialogue again so I've had to put spaces between some (most of) Blurr's words. Very irritating. I've been checking some of the stuff I posted before and I've realised it's happened quite a lot and I haven't noticed. When I get time I'll go back and correct them all. *is irritated*