Enjoy this inside story for Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen's origin! :) Cover image was done by: RealAmbushBruiser for this fanfic.

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Vorn: 83 years

Cycle: 2 hours

Groon: 1 hour

Nano-klik: 1 second

Deca-cycle: 30 days

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Mega-cycle: 93 hours

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Stellar cycle: 7.5 months

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Solar cycle: 1 day

Lunar cycle: 1 night

Solar system used:

/wiki/Hadean_System

Occurs when Mirage discovers Jazz is a noble mech.

Ch. 6

-Jazz's POV-

"Now entering their royal highnesses!" A guard announced as I, Mirage, and Hound step into the throne room with my arms wrapped around their arms. Everyone had rose to their peds as we walked down the parting sea of crowd. Will you be able to handle this much publicity Hound? I asked him through our bond as we made it to our thrones.

Yeah, I think so. I still don't understand why we need the entire population of Cybertron here to announce Mirage's carrying. Hound replied with confusion as he helped Mirage sit in my Carrier's throne. He sat in the new throne beside our mate with both of their guards standing off to the side.

I looked to my left with a nervous smile, but Prowl reassured me with a smile and his posture confident. It still threw me off guard to see the optic patch where my friend's optic used to be. He didn't let it bother him or get in his way of doing his duty as my guard. I stood in the center of the thrones with my arms in the air and a smile on my face. "Thank you all for gathering here on the three-year anniversary of the end of the war! My mates and I have a very important announcement to make. Mirage will grace us with a sparkling in a stellar cycle."

Everyone in the room was cheering excitedly as reporters were quick to swarm in hopes to get pictures of us. Mirage's guard, Skids, pushed them back when they got too close to us. "Back off." Hound's guard, Knockout, helped him push the crowd back.

The crowd of reporters finally backed up with their microphones stretched out to us. Beside Prowl were my twins; Crosswise and Hot Shot, both were sired by Hound, and they were sadly not going to be my heirs because they didn't have my optics but they were excited to have a little sister on the way soon. Crosswise looked at me curiously with a tilt of his helm. "Carrier, are we going to have a party for sister?"

"Young Lord, shh." Prowl whispered to the youngest of the two in order for me to continue my speech.

"In celebration of the news, we invite all of Cybertron to a royal gala here at the palace in fifteen solar cycles." I announced before everyone cheered and clapped at the sound of a party. After a few more announcements, the Court members all left with us in the throne room with me instantly collapsing into my throne with a heavy sigh. "Primus Bluestreak, I thought I said Courts only?"

"Those were the Courts my liege." Bluestreak said hesitantly.

Prowl tapped my shoulder, getting me to automatically sit up with a playful huff. Crosswise and Hot Shot jumped on my lap with smiles on their faces. "Carrier, can Sire take us out to the fields now? We did our homework just like Six and Street told us." Hot Shot said excitedly as he looked over at Hound, who had that guilty look in his optics.

Did you put them up to this? I chuckled before answering the younglings. "I suppose you two can go outside, but Sixknight and Streetstar will be returning from Praxus later tonight, so no staying out too late." They both got excited before hopping down, running to Hound and smiled excitedly with their optics wide.

"I'll try to keep these two crazy younglings clean. Come on you two let's go play outside while we still can." Hound teased our creations before kissing Mirage on the lips, and then kissed me gently. He took the twins out with Knockout following behind them.

Mirage shook his helm with a chuckle as I helped him up. "You do know that Hound and the twins will come in covered in mud and dents, right?" I laughed as I took his servo with a smile.

"Well, we can punish him by making him clean them off. Blue, Smokey you two can head home now. We'll see you in the solar cycle, tell Optimus and the twins to come over more often." I smiled while my arm slid around Mirage's waist. They both bowed and said their good-byes to Prowl before leaving. I went to say something to my mate, but Prowl interrupted.

"Your highnesses, there is still that matter we discussed earlier. About the Praxian caught on the palace grounds. You told me to remind you after you announced the princess' soon to be arrival. What would you like to do?" Prowl asked while we left the throne room. Skids followed behind Mirage, he was a quiet mech but he was a good mech. His knight form, Seer, was very useful but his foresight never worked when we needed it.

I looked at the mech holding onto my arm in thought. Why don't you go do something? I don't want to endanger you or the sparkling. Mirage put his servo on his chest in thought before nodding. "Okay, I'll be waiting in the library. Come on Skids." He kissed my cheek before heading to the library with his guard following after him.

"Who found this Praxian? Did anyone get information from them?" I asked Prowl while we walked down to the prisons down below. It was late in the lunar cycle, so the only bots roaming the halls were the guards. My creators never had intel agents, so I gave Bumblebee and a few of the Autobots and even Soundwave spots to be my receptors around Cybertron. My new noble court leaders were; Optimus in Iacon, Starscream and his trine leading Vos, Blaster controlled Tarn, Shockwave led Kaon, and Overload was stationed in Praxus. The other cities were led by any surviving leaders from pre-war.

"Hendrix had found her climbing the wall, he said that she kept claiming to have knowing you before the war." He said with confusion, knowing that it was already strange, but I lived a strange life as it is. I looked up at my friend with a small frown when my optics landed on the black patch on his face. "Jazz, we've been over this a hundred times. It doesn't hurt anymore since Ratchet disabled the sensors in that optic. And just because I can't see out of my left optic, does not mean I cannot serve my king any less. Life as a guard and an Autobot had a chance of resulting in a ninety percent chance of a permanent injury."

I know, but still. I thought of saying, but I nodded in agreement with my friend. "I suppose an injury is better than having to bury my friend. Has Megatron said anything yet, or is he still wanting to talk to Optimus?"

"He has transitioned into calling the entire palace guards a quote 'army of aluminum balls.' Not his best name calling, but I can have Cheetor run to Optimus and ask him to come see what Megatron wants to tell him. And an injury is better than seeing my best friend get killed." Prowl opened the door leading to the first level of the prisons. Outside the first cell was Hendrix with his servo gripping tightly on the hilt of his sword.

I guess the prisoner has really irritated Hendrix. Primus, what did they say? Before the war, Hendrix was very much like Blaster in personality. It was nearly impossible to anger the mech, so seeing him trying to keep himself composed was weird. "Guard Hendrix, is the prisoner online?"

"Yes, your majesty." He bowed his helm before tapping the bars with the heel of his ped. "On your peds femme."

There was the sound of the femme scrambling onto her peds, and quickly rushed to the door with her servos wrapping around the bars. Her wings were moving excitedly, relief in her optics were evident, and she looked like she was nearly in tears. "Jazz, I can't believe it's been so long since we met. I know what this looks like, but you have to know who I am." I frowned with a small shake of my helm with confusion. "Come on, you're Carrier would recognize me."

"Enough with the charades, you were caught climbing the wall. Who are you?" I looked at the femme and removed my visors with my optics narrowed.

"It's me, Nova. The sparkling that Smokescreen rescued in Praxus." She said with a servo going to her chest. Both Prowl and I stared at her in disbelief, and I know that if I had a glass in my servo it would be on the ground by now. "I can explain, I know it's confusing but it's really me."

"You're right you can explain; how can I believe you are Nova? The last time I saw her was with my Carrier before the bombs fell. How do you plan on explaining how you managed to avoid those bombs?" My voice started to rise at the audacity the insane femme had at pretending to be Nova.

"You're Carrier gave me a datapad, audio file, and even this to prove to you that I am Nova. She put me in a pod and stashed me in the ship that had all of the nobles just before it launched. I swear, I would never lie about this." She opened her subspace and held out my family's crest, on it was my Carrier's name. I took it with great hesitation and just stared at it in disbelief before I heard my Carrier's voice.

"Nova, I know you will not remember me for I will be long gone, but my guard Smokescreen had found you in Praxus. He, along with other guards, were assigned to find refugees and rescue them from this war that is waging. When my guard found you, your entire family were sadly gone, and he quickly brought you to me and my sparkmate. My creation, Jazz, will be ruling Cybertron by the time you are old enough. And I wish I could have been with you to personally explain, so I apologize for that. Even though you were not my own, I did what I thought your own creator would have wanted. I took you to the docking bay where all of the noble pods were being loaded, and hid you inside one before it launched. I sincerely hope that you have made it to safety."

After hearing my Carrier's voice, I covered my mouth and looked at Prowl with my visors quickly going on. "I… I… Hendrix take her to one of the guest chambers. Bluestreak will talk to her in the solar cycle. I can't right now." I left the prison, quickly going into my chambers' wash room, and closed the door in front of Prowl.

-Hound's POV-

Primus, Jazz is going to murder me when he sees the twins. I stared at the muddy younglings that were playing with the astro foxes. When Jazz told everyone in the ARK that he was carrying while we were heading off Earth, it didn't take much thought to know that I was going to be the Sire. When he had not only one but two mechlings, I was ecstatic to have two sons now with Mirage sparked I was so happy.

Hot Shot and Crosswise were no doubt Jazz's creations with their energy, and it took a bit of explaining on everyone's part why neither of them could be the heirs. Even though they weren't going to be Jazz's heir, Jazz still treated them as if they were his heirs. "Lord Hound, I do believe his majesty wanted the young Lords clean for when the squires return tonight." Knockout reminded me of the future wrath I was going to endure.

"Knockout, we aren't around the nobles or in public. And we'll just give them a quick cleaning, no problem at all." I tried to remain lax while wiping dirt off of Crosswise. "But we should head back inside and let the foxes go hunt, and we do need to get you both cleaned up before Carrier and Mirage see you like this."

"Aww, but Sire I don't like the wax makes me itchy." Hot Shot whined as I wiped dirt off of his nasal ridge. He giggled while we started making our long walk back to the palace. "Knockout, how long will Six stay this time? Will he get to stay forever?"

"Hey, what about Street!? He's the faster guard. I bet he'll beat Six home!" Crosswise shouted at his brother while scrambling up my back. He nuzzled my face with a smile and looked at Knockout with a smile. "Sir Knockout, which of our guards is your favorite?"

These two mechs are certainly going to be gossipers. I thought while Knockout looked like he was being peer pressured into answering his question. "I believe that it would be against my better judgement to answer. But, definitely wouldn't mind patrols with Sixknight. He wouldn't bore me with boring street laws and rules about being a guard, like Streetstar would."

As we got closer to the castle, the twins both shouted in excitement when a black and red Praxian and a multicolored Iaconian were standing at the bottom of the patio. "Street! Six! Sire, they're home!" They both jumped down before running to them with giggles. "You're home!" The twins and the two older mechs group hugged. The older mechs laughed while they scooted back slightly.

"Young Lords, you're covered in grime. I've missed you both so much." Sixknight stood quickly when he saw me. "Lord Hound, Lord Mirage wished for your assistance in… retrieving his majesty from your washroom. We can see to it that the young Lords are cleaned before his majesty sees them."

I snickered while Streetstar stood with his wings flicking as he looked at Crosswise with a proud smile. "Squire Sixknight, I believe we were ordered to not use the titles of his majesty's sparkmates while on the palace grounds. Apologies Hound, we are still… adjusting to our recognition chips. Our trainers have given us datapads that are to be given to our senior guards." Streetstar bowed his helm at me.

"Right, I will go see what happened. Cross, Hot Shot behave yourselves while I go see your Carrier. Come on Knockout, let's go see what Jazz has done this time." I knelt down and hugged my sons with a pure of my engines before going to go see my mates. I walked into our chambers where Prowl was hovering around the door like a crazy animal, and Mirage was sitting on the berth with his servos folded in his lap. Raj, what happened? Is Jazz okay, why can't I feel him?

He's blocked me too. Prowl said that something happened that just shocked Jazz into retreating into the washroom. I can't get through to him. Mirage's leg started bouncing anxiously, which was making me just as nervous. I went to the door and knocked on it lightly, "Jazz, can I come in and talk?"

There was no response, but I heard the door unlock. I went inside and saw my mate going back to the waxing station with dazed look in his optics. "She's alive Hound. Nova, she's alive and here." His digits tightened around the sides of the station with his face twisting in pain, but he kept his side of the bond closed off from us. "And she had a recording of my Carrier's voice, I never thought I'd hear her voice ever again."

I barely put my servo on his back before he turned and hid his face into my chest. "We're all here for you Jazz, but you need to let us in. The war is over, no need to hide your emotions from Prowl or us. Let Raj and I take some of the pain for you, that is what mates are for." My arms wrapped around him tightly, and I started feeling him open up the bond slowly to us. "If this is really Nova, we will welcome her into our family."

"Really? You'd do that for me?" He looked at me with his silver optics slightly wide. I nodded with a smile, and he returned my smile with his own smile. "Thank you Hound. I just needed to get over the shock."

"You don't need to apologize for being a mech with emotions. I think we should let Prowl know you're alright before he breaks the door down." I jokingly said before planting a kiss on his lips. Jazz snickered at my playfulness, and led us back out into the room.

Prowl was quick to jump to his annual 'inspection', he seemed to always get like this whenever Jazz hid himself away. Jazz mentally sighed over the bond while the Praxian lifted his arms one by one to inspect them. "Are you okay Jazz? Do you need me to send for the medic?" The Polyhexian gave our friend a look, which the mech took as a sign to stop. "My apologies, I forget you are no longer in constant danger."

"I appreciate your concern Prowler. Can you go make sure Nova gets energon?" Jazz asked Prowl as he sat his visors on one of the nightstands. "Knockout is on guard duty tonight, right?"

"I will see to it that it gets done. And he is, can I ask why?" Prowl asked Jazz with a flick of his wings.

"I'll be sure to keep the volume loud. He complains he can't hear anything." Jazz started snickering, I was busting out laughing, and Mirage and Prowl with distraught by the joke. "I am joking you two stiffs. As if Hound could get any louder."

This time I gawked and Mirage started giggling. "Why you little brat? I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." I playfully tackled Jazz to the berth with a playful growl, and the door was quick to open and shut. Jazz thought I was just playing along, but I wasn't going to let him go. "Well now how am I going to trap my other prey?"

"H-Hey now Hound, we have too much things to interface." Jazz was caught off guard by my forwardness. He still wasn't used to my forwardness when I got in the mood. "Raj, help me out love!"

Mirage moved just out of reach of me, knowing he was safe from me at the moment. "I think I'll watch. You deserve it after what you did to me when we interfaced."

"Hound was telling me what to do!" Jazz tried to wave his arms, but I was quick to pin them on either side of his helm. His optics locked with mine when I growled playfully. "H-Hound."

Frag him senselessly our metallic horn dog. Mirage said with a purr, and licked Jazz's sensory horns very slowly. "That's for teasing me with your glossa. And nipping the back of my helm." I took that as a hint to gently bite the horns. Jazz was moaning from the touching and contact of my servos and glossa. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Wh-Why aren't you p-punishing Hound?" Jazz whined as I playfully growled into his neck.

"Hound wasn't the one who sparked me." Mirage said teasingly while taking Jazz's servo, and pressed it against his chest with a purr. Jazz and I were both finding our mate attractive as we both pictured his midsection extended out from the growing sparkling. "Hey stop that! I'm going to be as large as Warpath by the time she moves to my gestational chamber."

Jazz laughed, "you aren't going to get that big Raj. You only have one sparkling, trying having twins that are going to have Hound's height."

I whined and softly bounced on top of the multicolored mech. "Enough talk, I want to interface."

"I'll get the bath ready for the aftermath. Have fun you two." Mirage kissed us both passionately before going to the washroom, and started the bath while I focused on Jazz. I want to have your spike too, so save me some. He said through the bond with arousal.

-Prowl's POV-

I was standing in front of the doors of the dining hall, Knockout stood in front of the window, and Skids was opposite of Knockout. Jazz was at the head of the table, Hound and Mirage were on either side of him, the twins sat on the left of Hound, Nova sat beside Mirage, and the rest of the chairs were filled by lords of the noble court. There were other guards scattered around the room, but they keeping to themselves.

::East corridor clear.:: Bluestreak said over the palace guards' comlinks. Since my brothers both had mates that lived in Iacon, they didn't live in Helix anymore, but they returned for their patrols and duties. Smokescreen was on leave since he was nearing the end of his carrying. ::Going to check the West now.::

::Copy.:: I said silently before looking at the Crosswise and Hot Shot's guards silently. They were impressing their trainers from what I heard, the twins loved spending time with them, and they upheld their duties with pride. Streetstar didn't grow up in my lifestyle prewar, he was once an enforcer but after the war he was one of many that signed up to join the guard. Sixknight had grown up in the lifestyle, so he was able to help Streetstar adjust to all of the modifications and alterations.

"Your majesty, may I request extra funding for the building of the monument of those that fell during the Great Wars?" One of the old house nobles asked Jazz after a moment of silence.

He sat his glass down and folded his servos in front of him. "Lord Broadside, do you plan on including all of those that fell? Or just the Autobots and nobility? If you include all of those that were less than fortunate to see the results of our victory, then I will give you the credits."

"But your majesty-" He went to retort, but Jazz wasn't going to change his mind.

"No buts. When my Sire was ruling, he had monuments built for our Civil War against the Quintessons and he included the names of the generals to remind all of us of our history. If you find it difficult to name all of those that have fallen, then perhaps you should rethink how you want to spend your funds." He drank his energon slowly.

::West corridor is clear. Need me to take post so you can refuel?:: I heard my brother's voice over our comms.

::I'll be okay for now.:: I replied before one of the servants walked over to me, and started whispering. "Alright, thank you Strika."

I went over to Jazz and crouched down beside his receptor. "Optimus is here, said he wants to talk to you about private matters."

"Take him to the library upstairs and let him know I'll be right with him." He replied softly. I bowed before following Strika to where she had left my old commander.

Optimus was standing in the main hall with Smokescreen telling him about all of the artwork. "Greetings Optimus, Smokescreen. His majesty will be right with you, he is currently in a business meeting with the Noble Court. Strika, please bring premium grade to the upper level library." I gestured for Optimus and Smokescreen to follow me.

"There's no need for formalities Prowl, we're family and old friends." Optimus said as we went up the stairs slowly.

My wings twitched slightly, "right apologies lots of nobles are here. They are a bit… uneasy about Jazz's decision to allow a few of the Decepticons to lead the cities that were allied with Megatron. And are trying to convince them to lead because it's 'what the late King Sharp point would have wanted'."

"That's ridiculous, by law every ruler has the decision to keep the Noble heads the same or change them. And it was a part of the deal with Soundwave and Shockwave to let them pick who leads Kaon and Vos." Smokescreen's wings flared with his servos clenched. "How dare they use their names in such a disgraceful manner."

Optimus snorted, getting us to pause and stare at him. He waved his servo dismissively, "I'm sorry. Just hearing you speak like this still amuses me sometimes. What will exactly happen to Crosswise and Hot Shot once they are old enough? I know they aren't eligible for the throne, but I'm just curious."

"Well since Mirage was once a noble, and the new head of his House prior to spark bonding with Jazz. Mirage gave them the title as the new head of House Armorwing as a gift for when they were sparked. Some may see it as more benefitting Jazz, but Mirage has no other family members to take over." I explained as we turned down a hall. "And how are you doing with your own carrying Smokescreen?"

"Ready to get this stinker out. She's almost as stubborn as her Sire." Smokescreen chuckled with a playful nudge at his mate with a servo on his large midsection. "So, is the rumor true? About the femme Hendrix found in the courtyard? Is it really her?"

"Who?" Optimus looked at us as we entered the smaller library, but it was still large enough to comfortably entertain thirty Cybertronians.

I nodded to my brother's question before answering Optimus'. "A long time ago, Queen Quick strike had adopted the last Praxus spark Praxian when Smokescreen brought her to the castle. Her name was Nova, and until last night we thought she had perished during the war. We had Verity make sure she was speaking the truth, and it is her."

"Can I possibly talk to her?" Smokescreen's wings were shaking behind him.

"I can take you to her while Optimus and Jazz talk." I smiled before helping him sit down on the couch. He groaned heavily with a smile on his face. "You sound as if you haven't sat down for vorns."

He mockingly laughed at me, "Ratchet told me that walking would help coax her out. So far it only keeps her in longer."

"Prowl, how is everyone confident that the sparkling Mirage is carrying will be Jazz's heir?" Optimus asked as he sat beside my brother, and his servo rubbed on the huge bump.

"Well we had Mirage tested to see how much of a similarity their CNA has. And there is a thirty-five percent similarity, and since Jazz sired the sparkling there is a 78.84% chance of her being the heir. We'll know for a fact once she arrives." I explained while my wings started flicking as I felt Jazz's field. He soon walked in with a smile on his face, I bowed in his arrival. "I shall stand guard outside."

Jazz nodded with a smile before paying attention to his new guests. "Hi you two." He hugged them gently as I left the room to stand guard.

-Jazz's POV-

"Smokey, you look amazing! How are you two doing?" I asked as I sat on the sofa across from them. The mid-cycle energon was a bore like it was during the past, and I was able to convince Lord Broadside to include both sides of the war. "Sorry for the wait, some of the Lords were questioning my intent for allowing the Decepticons freedom. So, what brings you here?"

"Well that's the thing Jazz, the council in Iacon want to know what your plan was for Megatron. And the newest team of Autobots that are led by Rodimus Prime, sent word that they spotted a platoon of Quintessons." Optimus looked at Smokescreen with concern in his optics before looking at me again.

I covered my mouth slightly at the mention of Quintessons. "How far out is the ship?"

"They were last spotted in the outer planet of our solar system. We have time to either send some more to meet Rodimus' ship or set up a defense unit here for if they arrive." Optimus said with his servo holding on tightly to Smokescreen's.

"If they somehow get to Cybertron, Smokescreen and the sparkling will be safe here." I offered with a smile before getting serious. "Well Megatron wanted to talk to you about something, to make a deal with you perhaps."

Smokescreen shifted with a pained smile, "Primus I can barely handle one sparkling. How you managed two is beyond me."

I laughed at the joke, "I am an actor Smokescreen. I was in so much pain when they moved to my gestational chamber. They were doing somersaults and backflips in me. So, what's the plan if the sparkling is a Praxian? Do you want him a citizen of Iacon or train in Camp Omega as a guard?"

"I haven't thought of it. We'll have to talk about when we get home, and let you know." Smokescreen looked at his midsection thoughtfully. "Can I see Nova?"

"Sure, she'd be excited to see you. But maybe I should bring her to you, I don't think you'll be getting up anytime soon." I laughed before leaving to go find Nova.

-Smokescreen's POV-

Jazz returned with a red and yellow Praxian femme. I struggled to pull myself on my peds as she stopped in front of me with our wings both flared in surprise. She walked closer to me slowly with her servo reaching out for my face. "It's you, the mech that saved me."

"You're safe, I can't believe it. Nova, I can't believe you're online. I… can I hug you?" I was shaking slightly from the sight of seeing Nova online and safe. She nodded, and I hugged her as tightly as I could with my large midsection. "I'm so sorry for everything."

"It's not your fault, you did what you had to. Just like her majesty did to keep me safe." Nova said as she pulled away with were wings flicking with a small smile. "You look really good, can I?"

"Oh, yeah! She's a really fighter. I look good, but feel like scrap." I joked and placed her servo where my sparkling liked to kick the most. There was a small visible movement, which got the femme excited. Then I remembered what I was planning on doing when I saw her. "I kept this safe. I was planning on put it in the memorial for Praxus, but I think it would be safer with you."

I opened my subspace and pulled out the family holoimage of Nova's family. With a small smile, feeling that I have upheld the honor of my queen, and held it out to her. She took it with her wings twitching as she looked at it silently.

Optimus rose and stood beside me with his servo extended out to Nova. "Hello Nova, my name is Optimus Prime."

"Hello Optimus Prime." She shook his servo gently. "Thank you for this Smokescreen. I may not remember them or their voices, but it's nice to have their faces." Nova subspaced with a smile on her face and her arms folded behind her back. "I'm planning on going back to Praxus."

What? My wings flared and optics widened in surprise. "What, why?"

"Well I do not wish to impose on his majesty, and I hold no rank here. And my family is from Praxus, it only makes sense."

"You don't have to feel like you're taking up resources. Jazz will welcome you to stay, if you want." I sat a servo on her shoulder with my wings twitching.

"I wish to return to Praxus." The femme said confidently. "But that doesn't mean I'll stop seeing you all."

-Jazz's POV-

"Come on Mirage, you're almost there. Deep intakes." I held onto Mirage's servo as he started having contractions. He screamed out in pain while he pushed. My mate stopped pushing to get his intakes under control, and his cooling fans were working overtime. Hound's Predacon mods were acting up, and was in the corner of the medical wing with Skids guarding the door.

He's hurting Raj! Hound was growling while the medic was instructing his assistant to increase the pain reducer. He started pacing his corner with his servos clenching by his sides. Mirage and I knew that our mate was going to act like this, a lesson learned when I sparked Crosswise and Hot Shot. Skids was there mainly to make sure that Hound didn't interfere with the medic.

Hound, Mirage is doing fine. The medic is giving him enough pain reducers to help ease his pain. I glanced over my shoulder and then looked back at the crying mech. Mirage was gripping tightly on the railing of the berth as he pushed more. "Jazz, it hurts, I can't do it!"

"Yes, you can Raj, because we are both here to bear some of the pain for you. Just picture how beautiful our little femme will look like." I kissed his helm gently. Mirage grabbed my servo with a whimper of pain, and then screamed in pain. His hold on my servo tightened as tears were falling down the sides of his cheeks.

"I see… helm fins." The medic informed us before going back to helping Mirage have our daughter. Hound was pacing more and growled when he heard our mate cry in pain. I looked at the green mech with a mute glare, and he stopped growling at least. Mirage screamed before I watched the fluids spill from his valve and onto the floor. The medic's assistant quickly came over with a cleaning cloth and blanket. "Thank you. Clean up Lord Mirage." The medic took my daughter to a station to clean her up, she was crying and flailed her limbs as she was carefully laid on it.

I kissed Mirage happily before heading over to the medic. My daughter was very similar in pattern as Mirage, her primary color was a dark blue and had a lighter blue as her secondary color. She had helm fins very much like Mirage did, but when she opened her optics, I saw my Carrier. Her optics were a silver shadow shade, and she looked up at me with a curious chirp. "Primus, she's beautiful. Can I hold her?"

"You may your majesty. Shall I notify Camp Omega to bring unbonded guards to the palace, your highness?" He asked me while he wrapped her up in the soft blanket. I nodded as I carefully lifted her into my arm, getting her to curl up next to my chest. "Congratulations your majesties. Turbolight, go get their majesties energon."

"Okay Jumpstart." Turbolight rushed out of the medical wing.

I walked over to Mirage and carefully handed her to her Carrier. "Isn't she beautiful Raj? Our little princess."

Mirage carefully took her and held her close to his frame with tears of joy. She's beautiful. Hound, want to come see her? He gently caressed her tiny cheek with a smile on his face. Hound joined beside me with his servos reaching for mine and Mirage's. "She definitely has a happy-go-lucky vibe about her, just like her Sire." Hound said before kissing us both with a purr.

Vibe. "I like that. Our little Vibes. Skids, can you bring Crosswise and Hot Shot in?" Mirage asked as he started feeding our little princess. He bowed his helm, muttered a 'yes, your highness', and then rushed to go get them.

Vibes? I love it. I kissed her helm gently before the doors were thrown open, Prowl and Bluestreak ran in with their swords in their servos. ::Code red, I repeat code red. All guards to their stations, staff to the cellar. Skids, squire Sixknight and Squire Streetstar take the young lords to the lower level library.::

"Prowl, Blue what is going on?" I asked my friends as they started gathering some items. "Prowl."

"The Quintessons, they were spotted near the planet Ayrton. We need to get you, Mirage, and the sp- the princess to the library. Optimus is sending Smokescreen and Gaea here." Prowl explained as Bluestreak removed his cloak and threw it over Mirage's frame. "Hound, I'll need you to carry Mirage and keep up."

Hound nodded before he carefully lifted Mirage and Vibes in his arms. We'll be okay Raj. I won't let anything happen to any of you. We felt Mirage's fear of our family being broken from war again. Vibes started whimpering, and her Carrier was quick to try and comfort her. Prowl was ahead of the group while Bluestreak was behind us with the other palace guards and staff rushing around to get ready for a possible attack. "Ayrton? Prowl, that's four planets away. What happened to the space force or Rodimus'?"

"Cosmos, Skyfire, and Omega Supreme are preparing for the defense. And Rodimus' team are getting ready to return to gather warriors." Prowl explained before stopping in front of a window, and we could see parts of the palace ground transform to reveal anti-aircraft missiles and other weapons. Then a big hole opened in the sky, screams could be heard from outside, and I started formulating a plan.

"Bluestreak take them to the library, Prowl with me. We are getting someone who can help us with defeating the Quintessons." I kissed my mates and Vibes' helm gently.

Prowl and I rushed down to the prison, and I knew that everyone was going to question my sanity but this mech knew more about fighting them than we did. "Jazz, you are not doing what I think you are doing? The chances he will even accept any deals with you is a slim five percent. Not to mention his freedom will more than likely result in another civil war."

"I know the chances are small, but he is what we need to help fight off a common foe. And we haven't had any of the Decepticons try to cause another war, they haven't even come for him. If worse comes to worse, I will just use my optics on him." I told him before reaching near the door to the last mech I wanted to see. "I have a proposition for you, Megatron."

The old silver mech rose from the cot with his creepy grin on his face. "I'm listening."

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Side note: I know I said 4 or 5 parts, but I'm going to make the end of this ending in another part. And that will be a shorter part, thank you for all of your support! Let me know which pairings in this story you liked. Jazz x Megatron, Jazz x Prime X Smokescreen, Jazz x Mirage X Hound, or Prowl X Jazz? You'll also get the story behind Jazz and Prowl's weird relationship in the alternate ending to the first ending. That ending will be called Second chances and twisted Kings.