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What color spark would a sparkling have between an Autobot and Decepticon?
That question haunted Shockwave when Blurr finally told him the news. To his credit, Shockwave understood why Blurr had avoided him for so long. Autobots had a thing with life and whatnot, so it was only logical that Blurr would want to keep the sparkling when he found out he was carrying.
But Blurr could only avoid him for so long, and Shockwave honestly missed having Blurr’s company. Despite his persistent need for speed and his fast talking speech, Blurr was rather nice company to have once the bot managed to calm down. And a surprisingly loyal conjunx. Somehow, Blurr had found out about his true second identity stellar cycles ago, but never once reported him in. At first he found it petty that an Autobot wouldn’t have the nerve to report him, but that was quickly squashed when he found out about Blurr’s… problem.
Past trauma, as the doctors had lightly put it. Most of Blurr’s sparkhood was filled with pain and suffering, so much that the bot only acted fine on the outside, but was basically dead on the inside. Shockwave couldn’t understand how Autobots could treat one of their own so poorly and unfairly just because of a simple mistake of their ancestors and bad upbringing of his creators.
Shockwave’s life may not have been special, but he could recall the good memories of his creators before their unfortunate offlinging and the few moments of sparklinghood that he forever treasured. Though to see the exact opposite from an enemy faction, so filled with pain and neglect, he was honestly surprised he didn’t defect and become a Decepticon. His speed and intelligence would be greatly useful for the cause.
He didn’t know why, but Shockwave soon found himself… attached to the smaller bot. Out of necessity at first that slowly built to something more as the stellar cycles passed. Bots would have noticed if the agent had gone missing, and Shockwave wanted to keep an optic on the bot to be sure he didn’t reveal his true identity. He never did, and he found his view of Blurr in a new light.
Cons weren’t normally all affectionate, with just the few who could stand one another for a long time before a fight broke out, but Shockwave could remember the close bond his creators had, and the bond Lugnut had with his consort Strika. While he himself was not an affectionate bot, Shockwave did show the smaller bot some love when he needed it. Apparently that was his own downfall as his affection soon turned into adoration, which turned into cherishing, and finally love.
Was he alright that his conjunx was an Autobot? No. Not if Megatron found out. While he did love Blurr, he was still loyal to the cause, and wouldn’t hesitate to carry out any order his leader commanded of him. But, that didn’t mean Lord Megatron would ever find out about his relationship with an Autobot. His lies and loyalty had made sure that the warlord never suspected his small betrayal or find out about Blurr. And he had taken great lengths to insure that Blurr would never be put into harm or targeted by his fellow Decepticons. It was a small price he could pay for Blurr’s loyalty towards him.
As long as nothing hindered or gave away his identity, Shockwave could easily hide among the enemies as ‘Longarm’ and stay by Blurr’s side without anybot getting in his way.
That was the plan, or how it should been.
In his defense, he couldn’t help himself to keep his claws off of Blurr. They had been careful with their prior… intimacy acts, but it was his own actions alone that had caused this in the end. Blurr had warned him, he had tried to dissuade him, but in the end only Shockwave could take the blame, not listening and even persuading Blurr into security and calmness before they acted on love.
And now that act of love was growing inside of Blurr, building a small protoform within his gestation tank.
Hearing the news he had sired a sparkling, Shockwave was beyond happy. A sparkling. A new loyal follower for his great leader’s cause! And the feeling lasted a good while before the terror sunk in as he realized the situation he was in. A sparkling. Sparked within an Autobot.
If it were any other bot, Shockwave wouldn’t have hesitated offlinning both of them to secure his secrecy. But this was Blurr carrying his sparkling. His conjunx. He couldn’t do that to the one bot he loved! He knew Blurr was loyal and he knew he couldn’t risk harming the one bot he’d grown deeply attached to, but the sparkling could ruin everything.
It could reveal his identity, it could clue the Autobots in that he wasn’t an Autobot, it could do so many things that could break everything he built in just a nanoklik!
His thoughts were to have the sparkling deleted immediately, but he never set it into motion as Blurr knew him too well. The look of a broken spark was never something he wanted to see on Blurr’s faceplate. It reminded him all too well of those dark times Blurr fell into. He knew he needed to be careful and tread lightly with his actions around Blurr when his processor was in a dark place, otherwise his conjunx would hurt himself.
So rethinking had to be in order. Logic was his best weapon, so he had to use it and block all emotions out. Blurr was obviously attached to the sparkling and would most certainly keep it despite its heritage and its sire. If Blurr lost the sparkling, his processor would possibly crash and severely damage his mind, sending him in a spiral of darkness. And Shockwave didn’t want that.
Keeping the sparkling was the better option. Though, raising the sparkling would be a different problem. Bots would notice Blurr’s condition as time went by, they would ask to see it for their own optics. He could lie and tell them it was a miscarriage after the sparkling’s emergence, keeping it hidden with limited contact from Blurr. It would be harsh to lock his sparkling away from the outside world, but it would be a necessity he would need to take to ensure its survival.
He had gone over a few plans with Blurr in the dead of night, reassuring his sparkmate that he wanted this and had everything under control. Blurr was not a crier, but he did shed a drop of coolant or two as Shockwave explained how they would try to raise their sparkling.
When Shockwave almost drifted off into recharge, his processor was snapped when Blurr, in a sleepy slow haze, asked the one question that burned deep in his codes.
“do you think they’ll have a red spark or blue?”
That question shouldn’t have weighed so heavily on his thoughts, but it did no matter how much he tried not to overthink it and dismiss it, it kept coming back at full circle. What type of spark between an Autobot and Decepticon have?
A sparkling produced from creators from both sides was certainly not unheard of, and a sparks color often reflected which side it would inherit more, blue for Autobots and red for Decepticons, but a majority of the records Shockwave had gone through all had similar endings from both sides. Deletion. Only a few servoful had survived through the war and into adulthood, though whatever happened to them were either lost among the Decepticons or killed off by the Autobots.
It disgusted Shockwave seeing this side of his enemy. Sparklings were rare with Cons, and hard to raise without proper care that they need, but he never met a Decepticon that would kill a sparkling just for having Autobot coding in them. A few Con’s he knew had some Autobot codes in them somewhere.
And his sweet Blurr, who had no control of his heritage, had a bit of Decepticon coding in him himself. Faint and barely there, but still there.
But what would their sparkling have? His Decepticon heritage? Or Blurr’s Autobot heritage?
He didn’t know, and it scared him.
He tried not the think about it, but only for sever solar cycles till he finally caved. His question took Blurr by surprise, but his sparkmate complied and opened his spark chamber.
And there it was. Pulsing inside Blurr’s bright blue spark. A small, deep, royal blue spark. Moving about just below the surface of Blurr’s spark, almost zipping about every corner of the larger lighter colored spark it was housed in.
“… Primus. I’ve never seen a spark with such a dark color.”
Blurr looked up at him, frowning a bit with concern in his optics. “Is… is/that/a/bad/thing?”
“I don’t think so… At least, I hope not.” Shockwave leaned his head a little closer, watching the small spark move about with curious fascination. Already he could tell it would inherit Blurr’s love for speed as it moved about inside his conjunx’s spark, never being still for a nanoklik.
“Well/I/hope/it’s/not/a/bad/thing/because/I/don’t/want/it/to/be/a/bad/thing/cause/that/would/be/bad/and/I/don’t/want/that/but/then/again/I’ve/heard/that/some/bots/have/different/colored/sparks/which/reflect/on/their/optics/but/I’m/more/concerned/for/its/health/and—”
“Blurr. Calm.” Shockwave put one of his lager digits over Blurr’s mouth, silencing the Autobot. “We’ll worry about that later.” He went quiet a moment before shaking his helm. “Scratch that. I’ll worry about that later. You just need to focus on resting.”
Blurr’s servos drifted to his middle. Though small and hardly noticeable, a bump was starting to grow around Blurr’s middle where his gestation tank was located. It would only be a few orbital cycles before the protoform would need to be removed for emergence.
He would need to schedule less taxing work for Blurr before pulling him out of the system. But that was for later. Right now, he just wanted to hold Blurr close to his chest and watch their little spark grow.