For those of you who might be a bit confused, here's a little family tree to help keep you straight:

Prowl + Hayli

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Edge Shimmer + Blurr

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Flight

There you go! Hope you enjoy this.

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~Shimmer's POV

I laid in the clinic, watching Flight zip back and forth in the room. Ratchet was right about her being a speed bot, she would probably rival Blurr when her legs were long enough to get her up to speed. Blurr I apologized up and down to, though. I found out that I had broken his hand when I was in labor, though he insisted on letting it go without medical attention.

"I don't need my hand to race." he had said warmly.

Almost anyone I could even vaguely remember came to visit, in addition to my close friends and parents. My mom and dad barely left me, Blurr didn't at all, and I think I had a big a smile on my face as the others when my team from Detroit came to see me. Flight darted up to Sari as soon as they walked in, looking her up and down before giggling and zipping to hide behind my mom.

"I see your daughter takes after Blurr, let's hope to Primus she doesn't talk like him." Optimus said when he walked in with the others behind Sari. I laughed.

"Well, if she does, I'll break that habit quickly." I said. Optimus smiled at Flight, who was peeking out from behind my mother's legs.

"Go say hi." I said to Flight. She shook her head shyly, and Bumblebee knelt down to her level.

"Hey, it's okay, we don't bite. Well...I can't speak for the doc-bot but..." Bee said.

"Hey!" Ratchet snapped, joints creaking loudly as he turned to Bumblebee. Flight giggled again, an adorable sound, and crept out from behind my mom. Her crystal blue optics stood in sharp contrast to her pure white body, and she ducked her head as she spoke.

"Hi." she said in English. She was learning quickly, though it would take her a few more days to learn the language completely. Flight suddenly seemed like she was too shy to stand on her own any longer, and she shot behind my father this time instead. I smiled, looking back at Optimus when he spoke.

"Has she shown any processor over matter skills?" Optimus asked. I shook my head.

"No, she didn't seem to inherit many of my traits, which is fine with me...although...Ratch says she caused enough complications that I...can't have another sparkling." I said. "Which is fine, that just means Flight will be all the more special, isn't that right sweetie?" I said, looking over the berth where I was still recovering to my daughter, who in turn came out from behind my dad and held her arms up to me.

"Okay, mommy." she said in a squeaking voice. My mom lifted her up onto the berth and Flight curled up against me with her back to the crowd in the room. I looked up at Optimus again, a warm smile on my face still.

"I've been missing you guys, I've thought about coming back like mom and dad did, but Flight needs me here, not to mention Blurr." I said. My sparkmate smiled, looking up from where he was leaning against a wall and messing around on a data pad he always seemed to have.

"You're welcome any time. Things have been slow, in fact, almost uneventful." Optimus said.

"Not to mention boring!" Bulkhead chimed in. Optimus shot him a look before continuing.

"Anyway...we've had a few more human villains pop up, but nothing too major. Our old enemies are now far too aged to be a problem, if they are even still alive. We've also had a scrape or two with Swindle and Black Arachnia, they obviously weren't in the Decepticon base all those years ago when your parents finally got rid of the Decepticon menace." Optimus said. I nodded.

"Oh, Stormfront has also made it a point to track us down once or twice a year as well to keep up on the occurrences, but after that she transwarps off to who knows where, she won't tell us." My dad threw in. I didn't see much of Stormfront when I was younger, I spent most of my time on Cybertron in training to be a cyber-ninja (and I'd gotten certified) because my mother thought the shadow from my father's past was a danger to me.

I visited all around with my old friends, laughing in memory and sometimes recalling more grim ones. At first, Flight listened intently to the stories, but she slowly nodded off and fell asleep beside me.

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~3rd person

The day of the race, after he'd been beaten by Blurr, Hotheel drove angrily off the track and floored it into the inner city. He soon slowed in slight fear, his powers that be would not be happy he had lost.

Little did any other bot know, he was a part of a deeply underground organization that was similar to the mafia on earth. What Hotheel knew, was that the ring leader had placed a large bet on him today, and now was out a large bit of credits. Hotheel maneuvered through alleyways and buildings deep into the sketchy part of the city, eventually transforming in front of a warehouse and tentatively knocking on the door.

It opened a crack, purple optics glowing in the opening from the darkness within.

"What do you want?" the bot behind the door asked.

"Is drinking high grade before a race allowed?" Hotheel said, using the phrase that they'd all been instructed to say if they wanted access.

"Of course not. Come on." the bot said, opening the door wider and allowing Hotheel in.

"Boss is in the back." he added. Hotheel nodded, making his way to an enclosed room in the back of the warehouse. He entered slowly, and the ring leader's voice welcomed him, though it was with an annoyed tone.

"Ah, there you are." the boss said. Hotheel stepped into view, able now to see the ring leader as well,

Swindle.

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Well, the ending you might have suspected, who else would be running an underground mafia and corrupt racing branch as well? Hope you enjoyed it, Aurrawings out! ^~^