"English"

::Comm. link::

{Cybertronian}

[HUD notifications/scans]

"Intercom"

:Speaker speech:

::Bond conversations::

Memories/flashbacks/stasis

{:Ghost/apparition speech:}

(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just my OC(s))

(Authors Note: I hope you all are enjoying this story so far because I've enjoyed writing it thus far. I just love the idea of a sweet family story for our favorite mech couple. (Also, I know there might be some grammar/spelling errors out there, but I don't exactly have time to go back and edit all of them at this time. Hopefully, they're not too awful.) On a side note: I wish to offer an advance apology for I will be unable to upload further content for a few months due to the fact that I will be starting a new job out at sea within a weeks time. I'll be gone for the next five to six months and will have limited access to the internet, but will be editing and writing more on my spare time. I might not get many opportunities to upload new chapters while I am at sea, but I will try whenever my schedule allows me to do so. Until I return, I hope you guys enjoy the story and feel free to comment.

Chapter 6

-Eight Earth hours later-

Jazz awoke to find Filly still asleep on Prowl's chassis and his sparkmate peacefully recharging. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, he captured the adorable image and saved it in his processor as well as making a digital copy to display and show him later. It was just too cute to pass up. He lovingly ran the back of his digits along his mates face and whispered, "I always knew you'd make a great Sire, Prowler."

The SIC opened one of his optics and gave him a lopsided smirk, "And I knew you'd make a wonderful Carrier."

"How was your recharge?"

"Relaxing, knowing our youngling is on the road to recovery. What about you?"

"Perfect," he pulled up the image he captured. "I took this a few moments ago. You two just look so precious together."

He looked at the holo-image and smiled, "Hmm, I could say the same about the two of you as well." Prowl then pulled up an image of Filly snuggled against Jazz. Both were recharging and had small smiles on their faces.

"Did ya take this when she snuck into our room?"

He nodded, "Yes. As I mentioned, I noticed her come inside and settle herself in between us. I took the opportunity to capture the image because I knew that was something I wanted to share with you."

"Aw Prowler…," he leaned over and kissed him, to which he responded by gently pulling him closer, deepening their kiss for a moment before reluctantly letting him go. Both mechs wanted to be closer together, but they didn't want to risk waking Filly, seeing as how she was still recharging and was quite comfortable atop of Prowl's chassis.

The tiny femme flitted her winglets and stretched slightly before setteling back down with a yawn, making both of her creators smile with admiration. She lazily opened her optics and spoke in a sleepy, little voice, "...Papa...Baba...How long was I recharging?"

"About eight Earth hours," Jazz replied as he gently rubbed her back, making her purr slightly as he softly ran his digits along her winglets. *chuckle* "You sound just like a kitten."

She tilted her helm and raised a brow, "What's a kitten?"

"It's an Earth mammal. We'll show you a slideshow of Earth's native organic species later. For now, do you feel like having visitors? Everyone's been inquiring about you for weeks now." Prowl stated while sitting up on the berth, being careful not to jostle Filly around too much.

She nodded, "Yea. I still haven't met everybot, nor have I finished my tour of the Ark yet."

"Well, that's about to change sparklet," Jazz smiled as he opened a public Comm. link and informed the base that Filly was awake and on the road to recovery.

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Throughout the day, Autobots filed into the Med Bay to visit the tiny femme and offer their support on her recovery. Some bots were new to the youngling, but at the end of the day, almost all of the Autobots had been properly introduced and took a liking to her. She loved meeting everyone and listening to their stories.

At the moment, Filly was being carried by Jazz while he and Prowl took her out of the Med Bay for a walk around the base and resumed her tour. Upon entering the Lab, the three of them were met with an array of welding noises and hammering sounds. Obviously Wheeljack was in the middle of working on yet another invention. He noticed them enter, to which he placed his tools down and smiled from underneath his face guard, "I see you two finally decided to bring her to the Lab. Well, Filly, what do you think?"

Her optics drank in the sight before her: there were bits of machinery everywhere and various tools lining the worktable along with blueprints for future inventions. "Wow, this place is amazing! What sort of things have you created?"

"Oh my, where to begin: let's see...Oh! I recently constructed a device that'll allow you to project images from your processor into a hologram. Would you like to try?"

She looked up at her creators for permission, to which Prowl gave a nod, "This is one of Wheeljack's safest inventions and has been tested numerous times. You have our permission to try it if you wish to do so."

She gave a nod, "Yes, please. I'd like to use it so I can show you all my Sire and Carrier...seeing as how it's kinda hard for me to talk about them. It'll be easier if I just show you," she sadly smiled as she adorned the adjustable vizor-shaped device and focused on an image of her creators.

Within seconds a full-sized hologram of a beautiful femme appeared and smiled down at her. She was Praxion and looked similar to Filly except she had doorwings as opposed to winglets. Her armor was a scarlet red color with silver accents and her helm resembled a frilled crown. Her gentle optics met those of her daughter, {Hello there little one.}

Filly felt tears in her optics as she looked upon her Carrier before another familiar figure appeared before her. He was very tall and broad in size, but not nearly as big as Optimus. His armor was bright orange in color while trace amounts of yellow could be seen here and there. {Hello my wee femme. Ye've grown up so fast.}

Filly softly started to cry as she looked up at her creators, to which they knelt before her and attempted to hug her, but passed through her frame as they were only holographs. The tiny femme desperately tried to hug them, but only ended up hugging air. Her winglets dropped in sadness and her optics started to leak from underneath the holo-projector.{I just...miss you both...so much,} she spoke in between quiet sobs.

{And we miss you too sweetspark,} her Carrier spoke in a soothing voice. {But we'll see you again when your time comes. For now, enjoy your life with your new creators and the Autobots. We love you so much.}

As Filly continued to bask in the false presence of her Creators, the lab doors opened, revealing the third Autobot Praxion: Smokescreen. "Hey Wheeljack, you wanted me to take a look at…," his optics widened upon seeing the holograms in front of him. "By the Allspark...Afterglow? Jackknife?"

Prowl, Jazz and Wheeljack looked over at the Praxion before Filly asked in her little voice, "You knew my Creators?"

He looked at the little femme and responded in a shocked tone, "Those are your Creators?!"

She nodded, "Yea. But they were offlined vorns ago. Wheeljack was letting me use his holo-projector to see them again. Did you know them?"

"I did," he nodded as his optics started to mist, "Afterglow...was my little sister."

Everyone in the lab stood in shock before Filly spoke up again, "You're my Uncle Smokey?!"

He chuckled at the nickname and gave a nod, "Yes; that was the name Afterglow gave me when we were younglings." Smokescreen lowered his doorwings as he looked upon the little femme, "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. It's just that I was unaware of your existence and relation to me. When I left Cybertron, Afterglow was just finishing her apprenticeship as a medic and Jackknife was working as a welder. I knew they were close, but I didn't know they sparkbonded, let alone sparked you...I'm so, so sorry."

She took off the holo-projector and approached the Praxion with a smile, "It's okay Uncle Smokey. You didn't know about me and I didn't know about you...or at least, I didn't know much about you. Carrier never called you by your designation, just your nickname. She didn't like to talk much about her family because it caused her too much pain, but I know she missed you very much."

"And I missed her too...I still miss her."

She surprised him by hugging his leg, "I miss her too, but I'm so happy to have found you!"

A smile made its way across his face, "And I'm overjoyed to know that a piece of my sister still lives on." He knelt down and hugged the tiny femme while his optics began leaking, "You look just like her."

A small giggle escaped her vocalizer as she looked at her uncle, "You really think so?"

He nodded, "I do. You have her sweet face and gentle optics."

"Will you tell me more about her and Sire? I don't really know much about them other than where they came from and that they loved each other very much."

"That they did. Of course, anyone could tell they were in love just by looking at them." He smiled over at Jazz and Prowl before facing his niece once more, "Of course, the same can be said about those two," he gestured towards said mechs who gave him knowing looks in return.

Filly giggled, "I know. Baba and Papa remind me of Sire and Carrier in that sense…," she glanced over at her adoptive creators and smiled as they sent her loving vibes through their bonds.

Jazz warmly looked at his daughter and asked in a Carrier-like tone, "Would ya like to retreat to the rec room so Smokescreen can share some stories with ya? The Lab isn't the most ideal place for storytelling. No offence Wheeljack."

"None taken," the scientist smiled from beneath his face guard.

Filly nodded in response to her Baba's question, "Oh, yes please. While I want to keep looking around and learn more about what all these inventions are, I really want to hear some stories from Uncle Smokey." She warmly hugged Smokescreen again, making the older Praxion smile with newfound happiness.

Prowl emitted a faint chuckle before addressing the group, "Very well. We'll pick up on the rest of the tour tomorrow. Thank you for allowing us to visit your lab, Wheeljack. We'll be sure to return again sometime in the near future...provided you're not in the middle of a sensitive experiment."

"Yes, I do tend to get a little carried away with my inventions, but they usually turn out alright in the end...most of the time. Either way, feel free to stop by anytime. I'll be more than happy to show Filly some of my other inventions and explain their functions."

Said youngling beamed up at the scientist, "Really? I'd love that! I can't wait to see how they work and I'm curious to see your latest creation once it's completed."

"And you will see it in due time. For now, enjoy the rest of your day and don't be a stranger. My door is always open for visitors."

She smiled and nodded before Smokescreen stood up and looked over at said mech, "I hope you don't mind if I step out for a while. I'll be sure to stop back again later to take a look at those new smoke grenade designs."

He made a shooing gesture with his servo," No worries. You go spend time with your niece. The designs will still be here later when you return."

"Thanks Jack."

"Anytime...Smokey," he chuckled before returning to work.