The hum of the lights buzzed softly in the silence as you and Bloodbash stacked the final crate. The Autobot base had been a mess—tools scattered, data pads piled high—but now, everything gleamed. Bloodbash stepped back, folding his massive arms across his chest, nodding in approval behind his mask.

“Looks good,” he rumbled.

You grinned. “Told you we’d finish in time.”

Suddenly, the heavy sounds of footsteps echoed through the corridors. The entrance slid open, and in walked Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and the others. They stopped dead, optics wide.

“By the AllSpark…” Ratchet whispered.

Sideswipe spun in a circle. “The medbay… the armory… even the lounge!”

Windblade blinked. “This is… picture perfect.”

You and Bloodbash exchanged a look, holding back a laugh. He gave you a small nod, and you stepped forward, hands on your hips.

“Me and Dad did this.”

The room fell silent.

Bumblebee blinked. “Wait. What?”

“You heard me,” you said, grinning. “Dad and I.”

All optics turned to Bloodbash, whose imposing figure seemed even larger. The Autobots stared in disbelief, mouths hanging open. Even Optimus looked stunned.

Bloodbash’s deep voice broke the silence. “Surprise.”

Sideswipe stumbled. “You mean—you—he’s your—”

“Yep,” you confirmed. “Bloodbash is my dad.”

The room erupted. Questions flew, optics flickered, and Ratchet just shook his head, muttering, “Never saw that coming.”

Bloodbash stood tall, voice steady. “Family’s full of surprises.”

For once, the base wasn’t just organized—it was alive with new respect and awe.