Caring Solarflare
With Windcharger

Illusion whimpered and Solarflare shifted the sparkling so that she sat more comfortably on her lap. “You were saying, Charger?”

Across the café table in one of Iacon’s new metropolitan districts, Windcharger smiled, taking a sip of his Energon. “Just commenting on the fact that you’ve taken to parenthood so well, Flare. You and Mirage.”

She chuckled, jiggling Illusion so that the small white femme cooed. “I guess it’s just some residual humanity left in me,” she offered.

“Naw. Back before the War, we used to see families in the southern states – not to mention Lithone. And didn’t Mirage say that some of the elites have them, too?”

Flare nodded, using her free hand to partake of her refined oil. “He had a ‘mother’, though he didn’t refer to her as that until we started speaking of spark-fusion. And a ‘father’, too.”

The old Minibot grinned. “There you go. Mind passing her to me? I’m afraid I don’t get down to Autobot City much lately, what with the construction projects popping up all over the place.”

Illusion tossed her spark-mother a wide-opticed glance as she was handed over to Windcharger. “Shh, it’s all right, baby. Only Uncle Windy,” Solarflare soothed. Illusion looked back and then up at Windcharger’s affable smile. Instantly, her face lit up and she began to hum with pleasure.

“It’s amazing,” the warrior breathed, bouncing the small femme on his knee. “You could have produced a fully-functional Transformer, yet you chose to let them develop as organics. Amazing.”

She grinned. “That was the point. What’s the fun in being a family if your kids can walk off and leave you minutes after creation?”

“True.” Illusion reached out and pinched the red-grey mech’s nose. He laughed, fiddling with her fingers. “I know your estate is done; when are you moving in?”

Waving back at her daughter, Flare tipped her head. “Well, the exterior is finished. Mirage said Grapple and Hoist have a few more things to work on. Then we have the grounds to develop.” She chuckled. “At least Raj’ll be home during that time. It’s going to be a while, and we want Spectrum and Illusion to ‘grow up’ on Earth, first.”

“Ah, I see.”

Solarflare laughed. “Not exactly the Cybertronian approach, but then again, I never was, was I, Charger?”

“No, never, Flare. –Hey, leggo, you little Decepticon fiend,” he mock-snarled as Illusion made another grab – and got – his nasal ridge in her small taloned grasp.

Flare purred and settled back into her chair, watching the new life of Iacon walk by in freedom and peace.