Cold and Broken Hallelujah 15/?
Cold and Broken Hallelujah 15/?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Talk of Sparklings, Mech/Mech
Author's Note: Its my spring break which means more chapters this week!
Jazz sighed, scratching at his helm awkwardly.
"I guess we'll need ta book an appointment with the doc."
Prowl nodded, rubbing his brother's back soothingly. Bluestreak had gone into a trance light state, his optics unfocused and glassy. Jazz pursed his lips together, placing his hands on his hips. He knew that Prowl knew this was a very likely outcome, but now that it was indeed reality, Jazz didn't know how his lover was actually taking it.
"I think I'll go 'head and do that. Anytime ya want in particular Blue?"
The grey Praxian shook his head no distractedly, his optics drifting up towards Jazz before settling back somewhere out in space. Jazz winced at the blatant lostness on Bluestreak's face plates before turning out of the room, pinging the nearest doctor in Praxius. Prowl watched his lover leave, the tug his spark gave calmed by Jazz's smooth voice floating back into the room as he set up Blue's appointment. He kept up his slow movements over his brother's back simply for lack of anything else to do. Blue was sparked by that ruffian. Things would only get more complicated from here on out for his little brother, a fate he'd tried so hard to keep him from. The church would not allow him to stay in the order, Bluestreak didn't have any real education, Sunstreaker.....well Prowl actually didn't know much about the mech but he was sure that he wouldn't be helpful.
Jazz poked his helm back in the room, smiling comfortingly at Prowl. "Doc says tomorrow is good. Pretty early in the cycle to so you might wanna get some recharge Blue."
Blustreak absently nodded again before a look of pure terror crossed his face. "IthinkSunstreaker'sinthere! He'llknowIknowhewill!"
Prowl pulled his brother to him, cooing softly in an attempt to calm the younger Praxian down, shooting Jazz a helpless look. Jazz cycled air through his intakes and rubbed his helm again, something Prowl was starting to associate with the visored mech being uncomfortable.
"I'll go and clear 'im out or settle 'im down. Ya've got ta get yer rest. What do ya want me to say?"
Bluestreak whimpered into Prowl's shoulder, lifting his face just enough for the soft "everything" to be heard. Prowl worriedly glanced at his lover. It wasn't fair to ask Jazz to do all of this. By all rights Prowl should be the one to do it, but he was afraid that if he actually came face to face with the snotty mech he might do something he would regret. Jazz smiled before meandering over to place a soft kiss on Prowl's chevron and run a finger down his cheek.
"I'll be back in an astroklik lover, ya just worry 'bout Blue."
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Jazz stopped outside of Bluestreak's door and pressed an audio to the cold metal. Cursing and yelling could be heard, with the added effect of things falling over and breaking. That only meant one thing. Jazz keyed in the code Blue had provided him with and watched as the door slid open to reveal Sunstreaker and Sideswipe fighting in the middle of the living area over some game that was on the vid-screen. Jazz rubbed his forehead plating and whistled, effectively breaking up the twins scuffle.
"Jazz! Well I'll be slagged! I thought that Sunny over here was just imagining you up!" Sideswipe greeted cheerfully, jumping up off the floor with the ease and patting Jazz on the arm. Jazz spared a strained smile in the red twins direction before focusing on Sunstreaker. The yellow bot was lounged out across the floor in a very provocative position.
"Told you you'd come looking." The yellow mech said seductively, tracing the inner seams of his thighs slowly. Jazz shook his head in disappointment, moving into a more defensive stance.
"Mech, you've got more problems than ya know 'bout right now and if ya wanna add Prowl comin' over here and hangin' yer aft to the ceiling keep doin' that. I ain't interested Sunny."
"Holy frag Jazz.....Sunny said you found someone but...I just didn't think..." Sideswipe said disbelievingly, plopping himself down on the couch.
A dark look crossed the yellow twin's face as he pulled himself up on to the couch. "Oh yes Sides, didn't I tell you? Jazz is a real straight shooter now." he drawled out distainfully.
"Look, we gotta talk. Do ya want 'im here or not?" Jazz said frustratedly. All he wanted to do was get Blue to sleep so he could curl up to the warm plating of his lover again, but it seemed like the twins had other ideas.
"I've got to meet this mech! I mean really...who can change the great berth hopper Jazz to a tame little turbo-pup?" Sides joked, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "He's got to be one fine mech!"
"Not really." Sunstreaker said quietly, his optic narrowing at Jazz. "He's a little....plain...boring one might say."
Jazz growled at the yellow mech, startling Sideswipe from his seat. "Hey! Hey! We are all pals here! No need for this mechs!" The red twin threw his hands up in the air jokingly and laughed. When the tension didn't fade from the room and the snarl didn't leave Jazz's face Sideswipe's laugher faded and he lowered his hands slowly. "Okay....what did I miss?"
Jazz was sick of this. He just wanted to back in Prowl's room, snuggled under the cooling blankets with his lover pressed to him. His spark gave a strange pulse at the thought that had Jazz rubbing at his chest plates. Well that was odd, that's never happened before......
"What did you want Jazz?" Sunstreaker snapped, his handsome face scrunched up with aggravation. Jazz cleared his vocalizer and stuck the feeling in the back of his CPU to bring up with Prowl later. He cycled air through his vents again, a habit that he'd never really picked up on. That was for tired, worn out mechs, not for him, but this cycle was fragging determine to make him that way.
"Ya sparked with Blue Sunny. He's expectin'." It would have been funny any other time to see the twin shocked looks on the brother's faces, Sideswipe alternating staring at Jazz then to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker looked like his whole universe had just caved in on his helm, but Jazz really didn't care.
"Ya've got to be outta here or so slaggin' quiet that its like ya ain't when he comes back. He's gotta recharge before we take 'im to the doc next cycle." Sunstreaker nodded, but if he actually heard what Jazz had said or not didn't really matter. The visored mech slapped the door panel, and practically jogged down the hall back to Prowl's rooms.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Talk of Sparklings, Mech/Mech
Author's Note: Its my spring break which means more chapters this week!
Jazz sighed, scratching at his helm awkwardly.
"I guess we'll need ta book an appointment with the doc."
Prowl nodded, rubbing his brother's back soothingly. Bluestreak had gone into a trance light state, his optics unfocused and glassy. Jazz pursed his lips together, placing his hands on his hips. He knew that Prowl knew this was a very likely outcome, but now that it was indeed reality, Jazz didn't know how his lover was actually taking it.
"I think I'll go 'head and do that. Anytime ya want in particular Blue?"
The grey Praxian shook his head no distractedly, his optics drifting up towards Jazz before settling back somewhere out in space. Jazz winced at the blatant lostness on Bluestreak's face plates before turning out of the room, pinging the nearest doctor in Praxius. Prowl watched his lover leave, the tug his spark gave calmed by Jazz's smooth voice floating back into the room as he set up Blue's appointment. He kept up his slow movements over his brother's back simply for lack of anything else to do. Blue was sparked by that ruffian. Things would only get more complicated from here on out for his little brother, a fate he'd tried so hard to keep him from. The church would not allow him to stay in the order, Bluestreak didn't have any real education, Sunstreaker.....well Prowl actually didn't know much about the mech but he was sure that he wouldn't be helpful.
Jazz poked his helm back in the room, smiling comfortingly at Prowl. "Doc says tomorrow is good. Pretty early in the cycle to so you might wanna get some recharge Blue."
Blustreak absently nodded again before a look of pure terror crossed his face. "IthinkSunstreaker'sinthere! He'llknowIknowhewill!"
Prowl pulled his brother to him, cooing softly in an attempt to calm the younger Praxian down, shooting Jazz a helpless look. Jazz cycled air through his intakes and rubbed his helm again, something Prowl was starting to associate with the visored mech being uncomfortable.
"I'll go and clear 'im out or settle 'im down. Ya've got ta get yer rest. What do ya want me to say?"
Bluestreak whimpered into Prowl's shoulder, lifting his face just enough for the soft "everything" to be heard. Prowl worriedly glanced at his lover. It wasn't fair to ask Jazz to do all of this. By all rights Prowl should be the one to do it, but he was afraid that if he actually came face to face with the snotty mech he might do something he would regret. Jazz smiled before meandering over to place a soft kiss on Prowl's chevron and run a finger down his cheek.
"I'll be back in an astroklik lover, ya just worry 'bout Blue."
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Jazz stopped outside of Bluestreak's door and pressed an audio to the cold metal. Cursing and yelling could be heard, with the added effect of things falling over and breaking. That only meant one thing. Jazz keyed in the code Blue had provided him with and watched as the door slid open to reveal Sunstreaker and Sideswipe fighting in the middle of the living area over some game that was on the vid-screen. Jazz rubbed his forehead plating and whistled, effectively breaking up the twins scuffle.
"Jazz! Well I'll be slagged! I thought that Sunny over here was just imagining you up!" Sideswipe greeted cheerfully, jumping up off the floor with the ease and patting Jazz on the arm. Jazz spared a strained smile in the red twins direction before focusing on Sunstreaker. The yellow bot was lounged out across the floor in a very provocative position.
"Told you you'd come looking." The yellow mech said seductively, tracing the inner seams of his thighs slowly. Jazz shook his head in disappointment, moving into a more defensive stance.
"Mech, you've got more problems than ya know 'bout right now and if ya wanna add Prowl comin' over here and hangin' yer aft to the ceiling keep doin' that. I ain't interested Sunny."
"Holy frag Jazz.....Sunny said you found someone but...I just didn't think..." Sideswipe said disbelievingly, plopping himself down on the couch.
A dark look crossed the yellow twin's face as he pulled himself up on to the couch. "Oh yes Sides, didn't I tell you? Jazz is a real straight shooter now." he drawled out distainfully.
"Look, we gotta talk. Do ya want 'im here or not?" Jazz said frustratedly. All he wanted to do was get Blue to sleep so he could curl up to the warm plating of his lover again, but it seemed like the twins had other ideas.
"I've got to meet this mech! I mean really...who can change the great berth hopper Jazz to a tame little turbo-pup?" Sides joked, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "He's got to be one fine mech!"
"Not really." Sunstreaker said quietly, his optic narrowing at Jazz. "He's a little....plain...boring one might say."
Jazz growled at the yellow mech, startling Sideswipe from his seat. "Hey! Hey! We are all pals here! No need for this mechs!" The red twin threw his hands up in the air jokingly and laughed. When the tension didn't fade from the room and the snarl didn't leave Jazz's face Sideswipe's laugher faded and he lowered his hands slowly. "Okay....what did I miss?"
Jazz was sick of this. He just wanted to back in Prowl's room, snuggled under the cooling blankets with his lover pressed to him. His spark gave a strange pulse at the thought that had Jazz rubbing at his chest plates. Well that was odd, that's never happened before......
"What did you want Jazz?" Sunstreaker snapped, his handsome face scrunched up with aggravation. Jazz cleared his vocalizer and stuck the feeling in the back of his CPU to bring up with Prowl later. He cycled air through his vents again, a habit that he'd never really picked up on. That was for tired, worn out mechs, not for him, but this cycle was fragging determine to make him that way.
"Ya sparked with Blue Sunny. He's expectin'." It would have been funny any other time to see the twin shocked looks on the brother's faces, Sideswipe alternating staring at Jazz then to Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker looked like his whole universe had just caved in on his helm, but Jazz really didn't care.
"Ya've got to be outta here or so slaggin' quiet that its like ya ain't when he comes back. He's gotta recharge before we take 'im to the doc next cycle." Sunstreaker nodded, but if he actually heard what Jazz had said or not didn't really matter. The visored mech slapped the door panel, and practically jogged down the hall back to Prowl's rooms.