A/N: Hey-o! It's the next Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family". Yay. Uh...this Chapter's short, but only because I not only split it in half, but also because I couldn't really think of anything else to add to it.

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{Blah} = Symbiote Bond

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Delta looks at the building in front of him. Nestled in a small community on the outskirts of Iacon, it's a small housing unit, simple in design, but enough for the bots living inside of it.. The yard's small, colorful crystals sprouting up in the corners.

Soundwave had helped him with it. They had spent days combing through the newest records of returning bots, documenting their households and archiving them, before he'd found familiar names—Barricade and Dawnstrike. His parents. They had found the address to the housing unit they were living in, and so here he was.

Primus, he was terrified.

I mean, he'd been gone for so long, would they even recognize him? Would he recognize them, even with all of his memories intact? What if…

{Master, calm. Everything will be alright.}

He chuckles.

{Ever the optimist, huh, Talon?}

Taking a deep vent, he moves up the short walkway, up the few stairs, and stops in front of the door. Lifting his servo, he takes another deep vent, and knocks.

There's nothing for a few seconds, before the door opens, a small Mechling appearing. His coloring is a brilliant gold, with white and gray accents on his body and doorwings. Bright red optics meet his, the Mechling tilting his helm slightly.

"Sol, who's at the door?"

Delta feels his spark skip a beat at the familiar gruff voice. It's been so long since he's heard that voice.

The Mechling leans back, "I don't know, but he kind of looks like Mama."

Pedsteps echo, a large Mech appearing behind him, a clawed servo pulling the door open more.

"What do you mean he looks like…" he looks up, meeting Delta's visor.

The world stops. Delta couldn't vent, seeing the familiar face, the familiar optics widening in shock.

"D-DuskShot?"

Finally, he finds his voice.

"…Hi."

There's the sound of something shattering, a Femme in the back, the remains of a cube in ruins at her peds. Her servos are covering her mouth, optics shining.

He takes in her coloring, finding it eerily similar to his own.

"W-Well…now I know where I get my good looks from." Sweet Merciful Primus, what the frag was he saying?!

But it seems to be the right thing, Dawnstrike letting out a startled laugh, her tears now falling down her face. Barricade steps forward, lifting a servo. His digits barely brush his face before the Mech moves, pulling him into a hug. Delta stiffens, before slowly relaxing. He lifts his arms, hesitantly returning the hug.

"Primus, I can't believe you're here. You…you're alive…" Barricade says, his entire body shaking.

He pulls away, rubbing at his optics.

"Come in. Please, come in."