Prologue

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'Aaaaahhhh!!'

The medic looked at the exhausted femme. 'I can't—' she whispered and laid her helm back down. 'Sweetspark, you're so close... you need to push one more time,' Suncharger whispered to his wife. 'You're almost there.' Tempest looked up again. 'You can do it, Tempest,' Suncharger whispered and nuzzled his nose with hers for a moment. A wave of pain washed over Tempest, making the femme scream out in pain. She pushed one more time and looked up by the sound of her sparklings crying. Tears jumped in her optics as the medic carefully handed the newborn mech to her.

'Your son...' he said. Tempest softly rubbed her sparklings' helmet. Suncharger smiled and kissed his wife's head. 'He's perfect,' he whispered. Suncharger nodded. She was barely aware of the medic rushing and calling for backup. Suncharger took the newborn. Tempest looked up again. Energon was oozing out of her and she felt herself slip. 'Suncharger...' the mech looked down at her. 'I wanna have my son...' he shook his helm. 'Don't worry. I will give him to you when you're stable,' he said. The femme laid her helm back down. She started to feel woozy and she was so tired. 'You're going to be alright,' the medic spoke. 'Does he have a name?' He asked to keep her distracted. 'Yeah, Mirage. My sweet little Mirage...'

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