Skywarp lost track of time listening to the Autob-Bluestreak talk, it was almost soothing he realised as he reclined against the cave wall as best as possible without jarring his wings.

He still wasn't quite in top flying condition yet but give or take a few hours and he would be good to go, strictly speaking he could just take off now but…

He glanced at Bluestreak who was smiling cheerfully "-And that's when Sunny got SO mad! But Sides just laughed it off and ran towards Ratchet's med bay with as he calls 'the daffodil of death' tailing him! But Sides really is a good guy he's great with my niece and nephew-"

On and on it went.

The slightly younger bot just seemed to have no end of happy stories to fill the silence with. Skywarp reflected on his own databanks he wouldn't class most of his memories as joyful considering the Decepticons weren't big on kicking back and relaxing, but there were a few funny things he'd done over the eons.

Like the time he'd gotten Rumble and Frenzy overcharged on medium grade, now that was just class!

He pondered if he should tell Bluestreak about it.

"So I think I've probably talked your audio off enough by now. Why don't you tell me about some of your friend's maybe?"

Skywarp shuttered his optics "Huh?... Oh well… I guess I hang out with Thundercracker mostly."

Bluestreak practically glowed, pleased with himself that he'd gotten the stubborn purple and black seeker to talk even a little. "Yeah? What do you guys do for fun then?"

Skywarp contained a wince, It was most likely a bad idea to say that he and Thunder usually spent evenings discussing how to dissect the lambo twins in various ways over high grade.

Oh that would go down brilliantly 'Yeah Bluestreak we fantasise about slaughtering your friends' definitely a conversation killer.

Hesitantly he formed a response unable to see his present company's optics dim in disappointment "We usually just hang out and talk. If I can get him to that is. Thunder's a very private mech."

Well hopefully the blue seeker won't find out he just revealed that tid-bit of info to the enemy.

Bluestreak persisted "And you?"

Yeah this chat was spiralling into uncomfortable waters "Well… I like pranking… when I get the time to that is."

There a safe answer.

"Really? That's wonderful!"

Skywarp looked at him doubtfully "Wonderful?"

Bluestreak nodded "Yeah you'd probably get along great with Sideswipe he LOVES pranking! You guys could come up with ideas together! Like the time he and Sunny-"

And away he went again telling Skywarp tons of stories of Sideswipe's pranks.

Pranks against enemies, stuck up officers, the resident medic, friends, so just like that he was finding it hard to hate the slagger as much as he did before.

He had to leave.

Bluestreak was changing his perceptions on the Autobots far too fast and sudden for his liking, hastily standing up he said "Well thanks for fixing my wing I feel heaps better Bluestreak but I should get going."

The response was a cross between sparkbroken and depressed "Oh… so soon?"

Which halted his exit "It's just… couldn't you stay a bit longer? You could just say you were scouting for energon or something."

Skywarp looked back and the quiet Autobot awaiting his answer, he realised that underneath that sincerity Bluestreak would probably chase him all over the world again if he left anyway.

Venting heavily he sat back down beside Bluestreak "So what were you saying about that prank in Iacon against Prowl?"

Positively glowing Bluestreak continued the tale of the Twins Vs the tactician.

A smile twitching at his lip plates as he listened.

If someone had told Jazz back on Cybertron he'd have sparklings right now he would have laughed and said back "Maybe later."

As it was though he found himself thriving in taking part in the sparklings lives and not just his own either.

Yes he focused a lot on his twins for obvious reasons but he always made sure to spend a while with the young ones picked up from Cybertron so they wouldn't feel forgotten or alone. It was never any trouble, they're good younglings and besides it was good for Staticstep and Swiftsong to be around transformers closer to their age.

That's where he was right now sitting in the sparkling room watching how the young ones interacted with one another contemplating how far he's come.

On Cybertron he was more of a 'War now, family later' mech since there was no time to consider new sparks without the worry that someday a transmission was going to come through apologising for the loss of his family he may have had. Then again the war was still going and here he was living with his best bud Prowl and their sparklings.

Wow.

That still hadn't really sunk in yet but at the same time it didn't matter.

There was so much more to look forward to now that time wasn't at a standstill anymore, like when the twins started running around, when they started learning about the world around them, the first time they could see Cybetron and Primus forbid the day that they might start dating.

It was all an adventure waiting to happen and Jazz wanted to be there for the ride.

Jazz snickered at Tracks looking wound up from gaining sparkling duty for the third day in the row; the sparklings had learned not to poke him too much lest they get a feral growl and a death glare of doom.

Though oddly enough Tracks seemed to have found a buddy in Cloudcutter, the little mechlet could bitterly bitch about things for hours if he wanted to which aggravated everyone else with his endless sarcasm but amused Tracks.

Thus a companionship was created.

The other sitters for the day included Bumblebee, Spike, Carly, Hoist, Huffer, Trailbreaker, Brawn and Perceptor.

Whilst Bumblebee, Spike and Carly interacted with the sparklings as much as possible the other Autobots preferred to watch them from a comfortable place on the floor like Jazz was doing.

Perceptor was scribbling notes down like mad probably on Wheeljack's small creation Blackjack.

The little mechlet was interesting like his Creator and had formed a tight friendship with Firefly just like that. The two were rarely apart and what was even funnier was that Blackjack seemed to love tinkering with things that usually ended up blowing up in his face…

Firefly had freaked out for the first few dozen minor booms although now seemed to resignedly try putting his pal back together whenever a finger or two would come loose or fall off completely.

Then there was Staticstep and Swiftsong. Staticstep had taken to watching over the sparklings and whenever a disturbance would break out like a yelling match between the Anibots she would take it upon herself to sort them out whilst Swiftsong usually offered her a piggyback for transportation dancing his way around the room as he moved.

Of course now wherever Swiftsong went his new shadow Slipstream was never far behind. The little flyer to be loved listening to his strange whistle talk and he didn't seem inclined to push her away adding to the already growing bonds.

The two younglings being older and able to transform had no interest in spending their time playing with colourful blocks so Boombox had taken his brother Nitro with him to ask Blaster more questions on being a cassette player whilst Storm was out flying not to far from base with the Aerialbots.

Prowl walked into the room searching for Jazz and once found, he proceeded to sit himself next to the Porsche sighing heavily.

Jazz felt sympathy for his kinda-but-not bondmate, ha if Prowl heard that he'd probably faint, it wasn't easy having a friend out in the world and having said friend not returning due to lusting after the enemy.

The worry was eating away at Prowl like a determined cybertick.

Jazz wrapped a comforting arm around the tired datsun's shoulders not saying anything.

After a few minutes Prowl smiled "Thankyou."

Jazz grinned "Don' mention it."

An excited whistle alerted them to look down at their feet; Swiftsong had Staticstep at his left side with Slipstream on his right, whilst Blackjack and Firefly sat on Staticstep's left waving a little.

Prowl stared at the sparklings "Ah…you guys want to hear a story?..."

A series of excited chirps was his answer.

Skywarp had been talking to Bluestreak for at least seven hours now from anything to everything, their favourite music, favourite places on Earth/Cybertron, just stuff like that.

Then unexpectedly Bluestreak asked "So have you ever thought of having sparklings?"

Skywarp nearly choked on the energon he was drinking floundering for a response "Um…"

Bluestreak continued "I mean sure they are quite a bit of work but its worth it don't you think? Having a miniature version of yourself running around growing into the bot you brought them up to be based upon your choices and theirs. And I wonder what it's like talking to someone who has part of yourself in them, bits of you and someone else you were with to bring this being to life."

In a way it was oddly profound getting Skywarp to think for a second what would it be like to have a prodigy?

Would it be a flyer like himself?

Would it enjoy pranks and ticking people off?

Would it be a mech or a femme?

Nope.

Mech definitely a mech.

Would he join the Decepticons and follow Megatron as Skywarp did?

So many questions whirling in his processor without solid answers just speculations and reasonable guesses.

Bluestreak leaned forward filling Skywarp's vision with a curious expression on his own "Will you have a sparkling with me Skywarp?"

There.

A way to answer the questions, a way to move forward, but…no it was a stupid idea! Megatron would never allow a 'Half breed' to exist.

Then again why should Megatron have any say in what he does in his own time?

He's been following the silver bigots orders for well over a millennia and nothing ground breaking has come to pass.

He'd seen Soundwave with his cassette's when he thought no-one was watching and the pure devotion they followed him with was something to be admired.

However the key factor here that was even making him think about a fantasy world where everything was different was Bluestreak.

As much as hated to admit the talkative bot had grown on him enough to be considered a friendly acquaintance.

With his chipper personality and need to talk enough for the both of them made him poles apart from any of the Nemesis crew members and who knew when they'd get an opportunity to just be in each others presence without being ordered to kill each other again?

If this is what Bluestreak wanted Skywarp would at least give him this small piece of happiness shoving the ugly truth to the back of his processor that the next time they met would probably be on the battle field.

Wordlessly he moved forward capturing the young Datsun in a kiss trying to squash down the smile that grew as he heard Bluestreak's doorwings flutter.