Lily stood before Blurr on the medbay table staring straight at his face. He had no mask nor a visor to hide behind.

Lily saw the way his face was smooth on the left side where a beautiful untouched optic shone brightly surrounded by black. The opposite side however, had seen better days. His right optic was dimmer than his other but around the optic, was the Decepticon sigal followed by strange symbols on his cheek.

"Are you afraid?" His voice was clearer now that the metal was gone. Almost frightning.

Lily almost jumped at the voice but quickly recollected herself. "No, I'm not afraid... well I was when Y-you umm... woke up."

"That's not what I meant." He snapped making his sparkling flench. Lily saw how his optics widened with regret. "Im... sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that this brand." He placed his servo on it. "It's disgusting." He spat.

Lily sighed, she didn't understand what exactly it meant but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to understand.

"I think it makes you look cool." Blurr's optic brow rose at that. He was careful not to make his now bare face threatning. He didn't want to scare his sparkling and it was already bad enough that he forcibly closed the bond between them.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well. It's like a battle scar. I have a few and I'm proud of them." She smiled weakly.

"I don't see how I can be proud with the Decepticon insignia on my face."

Lily exhaled, "You lived though, right?" She asked making Blurr tilt his helm in confusion, "you're alive and survived this long. Thats more than enough to be proud. By having that and still fighting Decepticons, you're showing them that you're better then them... no that's not it.. umm... that youre..."

"Not succumbing to their will." He finished for her.

She smiled and suddenly a small trickle of emotion caressed her soul. She felt Blurr pouring love and gratefulness into their bond and she smiled ear to ear raising her arms to be picked up.

Blurr complied and bright her to his face. "I love you Blurr." She whispered unsure. Never having a father.

Blurr smiled, "And I love you as well."

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After Blurr's nightmare, Ratchet had ordered him to stay on base and ordered that he did nothing stressful. He advised the young bot to spend time with his sparkling, solidifying their bond. Blurr had no complaints with that.

Good news, Mearing was up and about now, and thanks to the card Lily made her and flowers she plucked near the runway, the Autobot Liason was in one of the greatest moods NEST had seen.

The Autobots were astounded when she actually started saying thank you and please towards them. What ever Lily did, they needed more of.

Somehow, the child in question had a way of making anyone a friend of hers. The usually quiet and outcasted Blurr became a sire. She had Sideswipe and Sunstreaker wrapped around her finger. Jazz was like her mother sometimes and then she had the human captain of NEST fawning over her as well as Annabell. And what ever Annabell liked or didn't like, meant Ironhide wasn't far behind. Also, rumor had it that she had a mutal agreement between herself and Soundwave. How she was still alive after that encounter; no one knew why the decepticon communications chief didn't kill her.

Blurr's sparkling was truly something to behold. She rivaled all logic and doubt. Her smile melted all the mechs worries and her laugh made them joyous. She coaxed the hardened and seasoned warriors from their gruff war facade just from her innocent child like play. Sometimes it seemed as though she was the soul reason they faught this war. For a future where others could be as free going and innocent like her.

But... she wasn't without her saddened moments. Whenever Blurr was injured, it was as if she lost all meaning to continue on her day. As her mood stooped lower and lower, so did everyone elses. They all began to recollect on the past and times of sorrow.

To put simply, she was the Autobots drive. Their morale setter and quite frankly, if something terrible were to happen to her. The autobots just might crumble. What little was left of them.

Optimus thought about Blurr, his son, though adopted. How would he react to that? They've already witness him angered, even attacking his own brethren.

Optimus feared that Blurr wouldn't be there anymore. All that would be left is unrelenting rage and tramatizing sorrow in the Shell of his son.

Kay!!!~~~
That's it for fillers! Have a good Easter guys and I'll update soon.