For the first time in thousands of earth years, Ratchet froze. Blurr had a giant hole in his stomach and leg, both of which were leaking gallons upon gallons of energon, staining the floor and Optimus's form.

Blinking back into now, Ratchet snapped. "JOLT!" Said blue bot was immediately by his side. "We have to close his severed energon lines before we can move him." Together they worked on welding the lines shut in Blurr's stomach and leg.

When Blurr teleported, he shut the bond between Optimus and him in fear of the pain that would follow. Optimus could only watch with a dull ache in his chassis.

"Lily, where's Lily?!" Sideswipe blurted out, pushing past the mechs and towards Blurr's limp form followed by Sunstreaker.

Ironhide and Jazz had to stop the twins, a small scuffle breaking out. "Blurr!!! Where the frag is Lily!!"

"Get them out of here!" Ratchet barked.

"Blurr!" Suddenly, his body shuddered and he began to cough, energon spilling from his lips.

"Easy there." Ratchet scanned his body while Jolt continued to work but it was proving difficult. Blurr kept trying to push the medics servos away, which only caused him to choke on energon.

"S-Si..." He convulsed rolling onto his side looking at the younger twin.

Sideswipe froze. Never has he been pinned down by such an intense gaze. Blurr's eyeshield was broken, revealing part of his left optic. The optic it's self was an intense colbolt blue, like Optimus's, yet around it, was a deep pitch black. It shook Sides so bad that Sunny could feel the nervousness through the bond.

Suddenly his chest armor clicked with a hiss and he slowly pried it open. His sparks light radiating out of its chamber. To everyone's amazement, there was Lily, suspended by the sparks energy.

Carefully Blurr seperated her from his spark and gently handed her to Sideswipe.

"P-...protect." Blurr whispered as energon slipped down his chin falling to the floor along with bits of his crumbling visor.

~~~~

Blurr was in the med bay and everyone was given strict orders to stay away.

During this time, Optimus stood out side the NEST building leaning against the west wall, bathing in the setting suns light.

Never, in all his existence, has he felt so utterly helpless. His own sparkling had been in danger and there was nothing he could do. Even now.

What was worse, was that he's a Prime to sum it all up.

Optimus tried opening the bond again since Blurr has been on earth, every once and awhile he was able to feel the bots emotions, but it was quickly shut again.

Optimus sighed gazing up into the darkening sky, searching for Cybertron among the stars.

It was a 400,000 thousand earth years before war broke out on Cybertron. Optimus was going through his upcoming duties to become a Prime at the time and was in Kalis.

He was there in secret, to listen in on a suspecting rising terrorist group at the race tracks.

Optimus never paid it anymind, racing and gambling that is. Until he saw the bots that raced. They were diffrent than anything he's ever seen. (Talking about Blurr's build.) Not only that, but they were extremely fast. Even more so than the finest seeker.

One in piticular, caught his optic.

The racer, was small and slim. As if he was a techno-organic. His unique legs and peds moving at a phenomenal speed. The upcoming Prime was captivated.

Suddenly, something happened. Sabotage by the other runner who deliberately shoved the blue bot, tripping his feet underneath him. The bot collapsed. His frame was sent doing multiple rolls, kicking up parts of metal from his armor and track followed by a sickening slide and crunch sound.

Cheers erupted from the audience and suddenly Optimus's mission was thrown out the window.

~~

Optimus walked into the underground holding cells where the racers were held. Screams followed, piercing his audio receptors.

In an ajacent cell to where he was standing, was the now broken bot. His body looked sickly. All the armor was broken and crumpled puncturing into his soft black stomach and legs. Energon ebbing onto the floor.

"What'll happen to him?" Optimus asked the low experienced medical officer.

"He's broken, beyond repair. He's not needed." He said not even caring. "You two! Bring this scap heap to Yuss "

Optimus watched as they pulled the limp body off the med table and began to drag him to his demise.

"Wait!" Optimus called out. "How much for him?" The medic raised an optical ridge.

~~~

Optimus carried the limp form of the racer. His visor was completely ripped off and and his battle mask was shattered revealing his right optic. It was branded with some bots signature and a sigil he knew not of. (Decepticon logo wasn't known at the time.)

As he walked across Paraxus nobot looked at him nor the one he carried. In a Solar Cycle they were safe from prying eyes in Optimus's quarters.

Gengerly he laid the racer down on his berth, comming a medical officer to see to his wounds.

"W-where am I?" A small voice pierced the silence.

"You are within my quarters and safe." Optimus spoke softly, noting that the racer was actually still a sparkling. 14,000 years old. (14 in human years )

"I forgot the meaning of safe long ago...." Optimus spark twinged with a sliver of pain. "Are you.... my new master?"

"No." Was all Prime could say.

The racer seemed to smirk, a lifeless laugh going throw his vocal processor, "to think that the next Prime..... is saving petty lives such as mine."

"No life is insignificant. Each and every one is precious."

"Then why am I in such a position right now? Why did my parental units give up on me? Why am I a slave only programmed to run so that other bots can get richer? Why is it.... that I feel as though I am alone and unwanted? I'd be better sent off to the smelting pit and reconstructed into a chair or a component of some sort. I'm sure I'd be more useful then."

Optimus remembered when he for the first, and last time, lashed out in a fit of uncontrolled rage. How the bot determined his life so meaningless set the Prime off, nearly offlining the racer; Optimus wanted him to see just how important every bot was, how important he was.

But those actions led to Blurr staying with him. Optimus would feed him, take care of him and soon taught him. It wasn't until a fateful night that they both realized a bond was forming and they decided to act upon it. Ever since Blurr went to the Elite Guard training school, did they start hiding the relationship so that Blurr's daily life would be easier.

That however, was the start of a long and stretched fragile bond.