Smokescreen cursed under his breath as he tried to ignore his shaking wires. Rarely ever did he get nervous, the last time he remembered feeling nervous was when he tried to find the courage to bury his mother. But who could blame him? It is, after all, his wedding day.

It has been a few days since he proposed to Tier. After he made the announcement, Optimus advised that it would be best to have the ceremony as soon as possible. Also, Smokescreen and Tier agreed that it would be best to be married before the sparklings activation. It seemed to be more fair for the young one to be born to caretakers who were planning on getting married to actually be married. To some mech's, it didn't matter if you were married or not, or at least that's what it used to be during the war. What could anyone expect? No bot knew if they were going to die the next solar cycle, so why not try to live while they can. That includes getting married and possibly start a family. But at a young age?

Now here he stood, at the front of the base pretending it was an altar. Apparently the team has performed ceremonies before and they have used the front of the recent base as an altar. His processor said he should be scared, nervous, timid, but in his spark, he wasn't. If anything, he was happy, full of joy and content that it would make an Insecticon melt. Bulkhead stood behind him, sensing that the kid was nervous. Kid? Is Smokescreen even considered 'kid' anymore? After all he's gone through in the past, he seems to have grown compared to the Smokescreen he used to be. He's much stronger, more wiser, more content than he used to be. Bulkhead felt a strange feeling in his gut pit, Smokescreen was definitely not a kid anymore, but Bulkhead became too used to calling Smokescreen 'kid' that it seemed alien like to call him anything else.

"I wish she could be here."Smokescreen whispered.

"Hmm?" Bulkhead asked, taking a step closer.

"I wish she could be here." Smokescreen repeated."You know..."

"Who?" Bulkhead knew what the answer was, but he wanted to hear Smokescreen say it. It had been awhile since the ki-Smokescreen talked about his mother to anyone. Bulkhead knew that it caused him pain to even mention her name, but this is Smokescreen. The bot who can hold back his pained expression just as easily as it is for Miko to lie to her foster parents.

" My mother." Bulkhead felt a tinge of pain and tension in his spark. Not only did the mention of her name cause great pain to Smokescreen, but also to Bulkhead. He knew it was still his fault for what happened to her, his fault that she couldn't be here. He was surprised that both her and Smokescreen have forgiven him so quickly But Bulkhead believed that it wasn't enough. He had to do something to make it up to them. But how?

"I wanted her to be here with me when I was about to get married. Not that long ago, before she died, I remember imagining her sitting right up front." He pointed to a spot right in front of him." She would walk with me up to the altar, give her blessing and I would walk her to her seat." Smokescreen chuckled as his optics were lost in thought." As the ceremony started, I could see her bawling her optics out. Of course she would say that she had something in her optic. But I would know she was crying, she would be happy for me, but at the same time I know it would have hurt her."

"Wait, what?" Bulkhead asked as the warm feeling he had before disappeared. Smokescreen hurting his own mother? Something's not right. "How?"

"For the longest time, I was all she had." He clutched his servo into a fist over his spark. The topic about his mother was still a sensitive spot to Smokescreen. " If she was here, she would feel like she would be losing a part of her."

"Would she though?"

"Course not!" Smokescreen tuned to face Bulkhead." She's my mother, I would never abandon her. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. She would never lose me. If anything, I would have begged her to stay with us."

"In a cliche way," WheelJack said, walking up. "If ya think about it, she is with you."

Smokescreen touched his chest where the spark chamber laid. He remembered very well what happened not too long ago. Acrion's, his carrier, soul resided within his spark. Protecting him even in death. But he didn't want her protection or her soul. He wanted her back, he wanted her online, he wanted to hug her one last time...

No, grow up, Smokescreen scolded himself.

"Would you please quit shaking?" Ratchet scolded, walking up to him. "It's getting rather annoying."

Smokescreen smiled and shook his head. It was just like Ratchet to make a statement like that. But Smokescreen couldn't help it. He was nervous, more than he was when he graduated from the Academy.

"Just follow what Fowler tells you." Ratchet advised with a small smile, remembering his wedding.

He took a deep breath and stood tall when Miko pressed the button on the boom box and the 'ceremony music' started playing. Bulkhead and Smokescreen took their spot. Kclayna, a few of the sparkling femmes, Arc and Ree started giggling excitedly. The mech sparklings and the other members of the team stood tall with their servos behind their backs. Sanna held Tier's servo and walked with her down the aisle. With a beautiful smile on her faceplate, her optics met Smokescreen's. They were full of love and joy as she walked closer and closer to him. Smokescreen couldn't wait to start his life with her and their sparkling.

Sanna handed Tier's servo to him. With smiles on their faceplates, they turned to face Fowler.

"Dearly beloved..." Fowler's voice faded out as Smokescreen's thoughts drifted into a different world. The world around him went pure white and everything evaporated into thin air until it vanished all together. Tier was gone, the sparklings and everyone else just disappeared like he was in a dream. Suddenly, an image appeared in front of him. The image was blurry at first, then it grew clearer and clearer. A smile formed on his lips again, and all feeling disappeared like the team and the others. The image was fully clear and Smokescreen knew who it was.

"Mom." Smokescreen said. Acrion smiled warmly at him, her optics were bright and, for some reason, Smokescreen felt tranquil. Like his nervousness disappeared and was replaced with tranquility and love. "Don't worry you don't look stupid. I made sure that only your processor could speak to me."

"Mom...I can't believe you're here." Smokescreen wanted to run up and hug her, but his landing pads felt planted to the ground.

Wait, this is in my mind, Smokescreen thought to himself. He took one step forward and realized he could walk. A stronge wave of unknown excitement filled his curcitry. He looked up at his mom as she opened her arms. Smokescreen remembered what that meant. When he was young, she often opened her arms to him when he arrived home from school or the Solar Care. He charged forward and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her tightly, he underestimated how much he missed her. Like a human child hugging the parent who went to war and has returned alive.

No words were said, no lubricants were shed, no emotions were shown as they held each other. One thing Smokescreen didn't realize, was how much Acrion missed him. Who could blame her? She was abandone by her caretakers, spark broken by one she thought loved her, kicked out of the only home she knew. It seemed that nothing was going right in her life until Smokescreen came around. After his activation, she had a new sense of purpose, a new sense of happiness and reason. It was like being reactivated and all she would ever need or want, was her son. But now...

She closed her optics and hugged him tightly, nuzzling her chin piece onto the top of his helmet. If she wasn't so prideful, she would have cried.

"Mom," Smokescreen whispered." I am so happy you're here."

"Only in a spiritual sense my love." She said, resting her servos on his shoulder pads with that smile that Smokescreen loved. Then she winked. " Besides, I can't miss out on my son's special day."

She let go of his shoulder pads and turned to the left. Smokescreen copied her, all he saw was white. But, knowing his mother, she was seeing a whole world in the nothing. She gestured for him to keep calm and focus. He wacked his memory data, trying to remember what it was she used to do at times like this.

"Now come on, you should remember this." Acrion teased, smiling. "'Smokescreen, come my sparkling. Tell me, what is it that you see?'" She quoted from memory.

Smokescreen remembered now, often he would reply 'A happy life momma,' or 'All the toys in one big pile mommy,' or 'Me, an Elite Guardsman, protecting the future Prime or a Council Member.' This time, he saw something different.

"Thank you mom." Smokescreen said.

"Of course my spark." She smiled." Stay strong, keep focus."

Smokescreen's vision went back to the ceremony where Fowler was just finishing a sentence.

"Alright soldier, go ahead and say your vow."

Smokescreen turned to face Tier, trying to remember his vows. He was never good at speech's, he hated that he could never remember what he was suppose to say.

Say whatever it is in your spark son, tell her how you truly feel.

Smokescreen smiled. "No words can express how I feel about you Tier. There's no way I can show you how much I love you. I have nothing to give to you to show that I would give anything just to see you every day. All I can over to you is the promise of happiness with me and our sparkling which will grow once this war is over. A promise of never ending love to you and you alone. A promise of friendship that I will give to you in your times of need, successes, or just to be an audio receptor to talk to. A promise of the best of your dreams of having a family, a better life on Cybertron, every day filled with love and affection. As long as you are beside me with a smile on your faceplate, and soon with our sparkling with us, I know that everything is going to get better. So, thank you for being my mate and I will make every promise and dream come true."

Tier was holding back lubricants and swallowing the lumps in her neck pipes. For the first time in a long time, she truly felt happy, she was excited that she could cry.

"Well..."Fowler paused, apparently Smokescreen has left everyone with a heavy hearts and sparks. Smokescreen was never the one to use good words in a speech. This time, he was strong, honest and happy. Perhaps he was good at improvising on his feet.

"Well..."Tier cleared her pipes as she struggled to come up with a speech as good as Smokescreen's.

Tell him how you feel.

Tier's optics looked up, searching for the source of the voice.

Don't just stand there, say something.

Tier took a deep breath and relaxed." My love, what can I say? No words, no expression nor sign's of affection can even begin to show how much my love is for you. I knew, from the moment I first saw you on the ship, you were the one. When they took you away and you said those words of encouragement, I felt something that I believed I had lost forever; I felt hope. It was then I knew and I felt renewed, determined, hopeful. And it was because of you and I love you for giving me that restoration. I was overly thrilled when you asked me to be your femme-friend, now I am over joyed that you have asked me to be your mate. And I will be your mate, your friend, the loving carrier to our future sparkling. And I promise, we will be the family we both dreamed of having for so long. This I vow with my spark."

"Alright, before everyone get's all teary, let's have the rings."' Fowler stated, wiping his eyes with is sleeve. Smokescreen turned to Bulkhead, who handed him the ring. Tier turned to Sanna who gave her the other ring. They placed the ring on each other's fingers and entwined their servos.

"So by the power bested in me, once again," He said jokingly." I now pronounce you married."

"Well? What are you waiting for? Kiss her." June said, smiling.

Tier turned her head, leaped up and kissed Smokescreen. To some mech's, a marriage kiss feels like sealing a deal or a contract by a simple met of the lips. But to Smokescreen and Tier, this kiss felt like their first kiss. The sparks flying in their stomach pit, their bodies going numb, their processors lost in each other's love. Time lost forever, the war was gone and soon, their new life was about to begin.