The sparkling squealed in delight as it bolted across the corridor, fast—too fast. Blurr staggered after it, energon bottle clutched in one hand, still sore and weak from carrying and birthing it. “Stopstopstop—!” Blurr wheezed, optics wide with panic and exhaustion. His little mech had inherited all his speed and none of his restraint. Finally catching him, Blurr scooped it up in his arms, panting, forcing the energon bottle to the little mouth. “Primus—you’re—already—faster than me!”