Yes... I'm killing off Sparkplug. I'm not sure why... It just felt right. It's ok though, because now instead of carrying both Matrix's... Instead of being the new Prime... Now her daughters are. One creates, the other leads. I think it's a great idea... And TWINS. YAY!

Be sure to read the Sparkplug Trilogy, starting with Baby Mine, going to Sparkplug: Child Of The Universe and ending in Forever and Always my baby you'll be. This will explain a lot of things, such as how Sparkplug ended up with both matrix's, how Ratchet became female, who the Takahara's are. How Sparkplug and Jazz met... How Jazz became alive again...

I can go on. P.S... If a Beta Reader wants to take on the monumental task of editing my stories to fix grammar and spelling, that would be awesome. As you will see from my other stories, I'm not the best at it. Even without proper spelling and grammar, my Sparkplug Trilogy got almost 300 reviews... Which inspires me to keep writing. Apparently my plot ideas are enjoyed. I know I enjoy writing.

Chapter 3- How do I live without you?

The next day, Sparkplug glanced out the window and her heart skipped a beat. There, parked in the driveway, was a dark blue GMC Topkick and a sleek Silver Porsche Boxster. Leaning casually against them, was a huge man with a cowboy hat, worn stonewashed Levi jeans and a wife beater. She smirked. He still wore combat boots.

Ironhide could have passed for a construction worker without trying. Next to the clean cut, sophisticated looking black man beside him, he looked totally out of place. Ice blue eyes met hers and Jazz waved.

She couldn't believe it. One week after her wedding, two years ago, Ironhide had officially retired, taking Jazz with him on a long overdue vacation. They were suppose to be in Greece. Checking to make sure the babies were alright, she grabbed the a baby monitor and ran out the door, throwing herself into the arms of her two guardians.

"I missed you both so much!"

Jazz stroked her hair, holding her after Ironhide stepped back, doing the whole gruff warrior act.

"Missed you too, kiddo. Sorry we 're late, Hide distracted me."

Sparkplug giggled as the massive weapons specialist proceeded to blush furiously and pull his hat over his eyes, trying to cover his face. "We... Got a little carried away."

Jazz quirked both brows, a dazzling grin crossing his face. "A little?"

Watching the playful banter reminded her of what she would have to tell them. She tried to hide the sadness that struck her heart. She should have known they wouldn't be fooled. In an instant, both were looking at her intently. Ironhide spoke.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

She shook her head, heading back towards the house. "Nothing... Come meet your god-daughters."

On the outside, Jazz was his usual cheerful self. Cooing over the two utterly precious three week old babies in front of him and taunting Ironhide, who was just as ecstatic. Inwardly, a solemn dialogue was taking place.

"Jazz ta Hatchet. Answer me ya old grump."

"Back I see. Took you long enough."

"Why didn't you tell me something was wrong with Sparks?"

There was a pause. "Something is wrong with Sparks?"

"You're getting slow Hatchet."

"Bring her in. Now."

The only warning she had was the exchanged glance between Jazz and Ironhide and the sudden appearance of the twins. Holo-forms appearing, the twins each took a baby as she was picked up and hauled out the door.

"Guys! Wait! What... My kids! What's going on?"

Ironhide cradled her in his arms like a child, before setting her on his front seat and appearing beside her as both he and Jazz begin tearing towards the base. She didn't like the grim expression on the old warrior's face.

"S'ok Sparks, the twins have got yer kids. Jus' relax."

Optimus frowned as a familiar voice echoed through the base. She didn't sound happy. Bracing himself for what he knew was coming, he prepared for the worst.

Ten minutes later it came. Digging his metallic fingers into his desk, he took a ragged intake of breath as he felt the flood of emotion coursing through his spark-mate. Disbelief. Self-Doubt. Denial. Sorrow. Almost unbearable sorrow. He didn't have to be told what caused it.

He already knew. It didn't give any relief from the grief that washed over him when the Ratchet's emotion torn voice came across the com.

"Optimus... I need you."

He bowed his head, sending a silent prayer to Primus for the strength to guide his men through this. For the strength to help Sparkplug and for the strength to be there for her children.

"I am on my way. Keep them calm."

Ratchet fought to keep her face stoic as she ran her scans again and again. There was no change. Sparkplug glared at the mechs surrounding her. They all gazed at her as if they feared she would shatter to pieces if she so much as moved. Bowing her head, she knew she would have to tell them about the dream. About what Primus had told her. She just wished she knew how.