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After what seemed like hours of pain to Magnia, the ordeal was over. Ratchet hustled a wailing sparkling away to get it cleaned up and check its vital signs, before its new parents could catch a glimpse.

"You did it...Mags," Bee wrapped a servo around hers and said excitedly. "We're...creators."

Magnia smiled wanly, "Yeah, I did." Her optics lit up when she saw Ratchet approaching, holding a small bundle with extreme care.

"Oh," she whispered as Ratchet nestled the little being into her arms and Bumblebee leaned towards her, breath held.

The smallest of sparklings glanced up at them with lilac optics, a curious but unafraid gaze. Her armor was entirely silver (for Magnia could tell it was a femme) as newborn sparkling armor was until the colors begin to show a few hours later. Small, unformed wings sprouted from her back, suggesting she was a flyer.

"Oh, Bee, look at her," Magnia breathed, tears cascading down her faceplates. "She's so beautiful."

"She's...perfect," Bee sniffled, wiping away a few tears of his own. He caught one of the little femme's tiny digits as she waved her arms frantically.

"Ehha, ehha," she blubbered, signaling that she was about to cry, and Magnia held her closer, rubbing her back.

"It's okay little one," she soothed. "Mama's got you." Both mother and sparkling yawned sleepily and Ratchet chuckled.

"You have nearly worn out your systems, my dear," he smiled. "You should recharge for a while, let Bumblebee hold her."

Magnia nodded wearily and kissed the sparkling on the forehelm, before handing her carefully to Bee, who cradled her lovingly.

"I got her...Mags," he tickled the femme's tummy. "Get some...rest...you deserve it."

"But I'm not even sleepy," Magnia protested, her optics beginning to close.

Bee grinned, leaned over, and kissed her lips lightly. By the time he pulled away, she had fallen into recharge.

When Magnia awoke, Bumblebee was still next to her cradling the sparkling, and Ratchet was working on some cybermatter at his desk. The only new bot in the room was Optimus, who was sitting across from her.

"Hello," he said uncomfortably, seeing she was awake.

"Prime," she struggled to sit up in the uncomfortable medical berth. "What are you doing here?"

He nodded to the sparkling, "I wanted to see my grandsparkling, but Bumblebee would not allow me."

Magnia glanced at Bumblebee who explained, "Thought I...should ask...you...about it."

"Bumblebee, this is ridiculous," Optimus shook his helm. "Why can't I see my grandsparkling?"

"As I...told you...many times," Bee said calmly. "It's...Magnia's...decision." He handed the sparkling to Magnia, who cradled her in her arms, thoughtfully silent for a moment.

Finally she spoke, "How do I know you won't hurt her?"

"Hurt her?" Optimus looked bewildered. "Why on Cybertron would I harm my own grandsparkling?"

"She is one quarter Decepticon, Optimus," Magnia bit her lip and curled her arms protectively around her sparkling. "And we all know how you feel about Decepticons, me most of all. I'm sorry, I just-I have to be sure."

"Magnia, I give you my word that I will not harm her," Optimus placed a servo over his spark.

Magnia regarded him for a moment before sighing and nodding. She stretched out her arms and Optimus carefully picked up the small femme, supporting her neck.

The small one glanced up at him, a little unsure of someone who wasn't her creators. Optimus smiled down at the tiny femme, and she snuggled closer to him, perhaps sensing his goodness, deciding he could be trusted.

Ratchet came and sat next to Optimus as Magnia continued to look worriedly at her sparkling.

After a while, Ratchet spoke up, "Prime!"

"...Yes?"

"Are you ever going to let me see my grandbaby? You've been hogging her the whole day!" the grumpy medic complained.

"Hey, she is my grandbaby too!" Optimus protested.

Magnia laughed at the two bickering bots and relaxed a little. Optimus unhappily handed the small femme to Ratchet, who smiled at her.

"Oh," Ratchet remarked.

"What?" both Bumblebee and Magnia looked concerned.

"Nothing, it's just her colors have begun to develop," Ratchet handed the sparkling back to her creators so they could see.

The femme had lost her silver coating and was now an ebony black with sparse amounts of deep purple in various places.

As Bumblebee and Magnia smiled at their little femme, Ratchet asked, "So, have you decided on a name?"

Magnia considered and turned to Bee, "What do you think of Ravenblade?"

"I think it's...perfect," Bee buzzed happily.

Magnia cooed at the little sparkling, "Welcome to Cybertron, Ravenblade."