Numquam Desistas Ch. 2
Name of series : Numquam Desistas
Rating : PG13
Series : Bayverse
Summary : Follow the lives of Prowl and Jazz. Just because they are the Autobots SIC and TIC and traveled millions of worlds and galaxies, doesn't mean they wanted to. Because before the war...they had a life.
Beta read by bee-rox98
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Notes : Remember the first chapter? The intimacy part? There WILL be more like that first one, but intimacy here wont be the main subject - it's going to be Prowls and Jazz's life during the Golden Age.
Enjoy!
Chapter two:
A small moan was herd in the big room. Jazz was lying on the recharge berth he shared with Prowl, snuggled in comfortably in the thermal blanket. He was fine for the last couple of orns. The virus was completely gone, his life and Prowl was as normal as it was ever going to be. Or at least that's what Jazz had thought. Late last night while he was lounging on the sofa next to Prowl, who was doing some reports as he usually did, he felt discomfort in his spark and before he knew it, he was next to the disposal bin, purging his tanks. So here he was now, his tanks still troubling, curled in the blanket leaning on Prowl, Prowl giving as much comfort as he could. Prowl eventually pacing in worry for Jazz.
"I thought the medic said you were fine." Prowl said as he walked back over to Jazz, taking a seat on the recharge berth. Placing a servo over Jazz's helm, only to frown when he felt the high fever.
"But Ah am fine!" Jazz protested, attempting to stand up only to wince in pain. "No matter how many system checks Ah run, no viruses are detected!" He placed his servo over Prowls' that was now covering his left cheek.
"You are no medic. You don't know for sure if the virus isn't messing up your systems." Prowl tended to get cranky when he was worried.
Jazz let out the equivalent to a sigh. "Ah'm fine love. If it makes ya feel better Ah'll go to the clinic." Jazz smiled gently at Prowls concerned face.
"We could get the medic to come here. Or perhaps I could escort you there." Prowl already started rearranging his schedule.
"Stop worrying! And the Federal Lord will visit you again later this orn. You wont have time." It was amusing when Jazz was the one who acted as the logically instead of Prowl.
"Is it a crime to worry for my bond-mate?" Prowl asked in amusement.
"Love, you take worrying to a whole new level," Jazz chuckled; "if there wasn't the risk of me infecting ya, ah would kiss ya." Jazz stood up only to wince in pain. His tanks didn't stop troubling him. He hadn't refueled and with all the purging, he was low on energy.
Prowls amusement vanished quickly and the deep frown returned. Jazz sighed and gently brushed the bond sending reassurance and love. Prowl cupped Jazz's other cheek and rested his helm on his bond-mates.
"At least let me escort you there," when Jazz started to protest Prowl quickly elaborated, "It is on my way to work anyway." He smiled at Jazz's sheepish face.
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They headed to the clinic in a slow pace. Jazz was even more discomforted in alt-mode, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from Prowl. Not only were they bonded for over 20 vorns old, but they knew each-other even longer than that. The black and white enforcer couldn't help but worry. Something was different this time; he knew it in his spark. But as a bot of logic he tried to dismiss it.
When in front of the clinic Jazz quickly transformed and ran to the nearest disposal unit, purging what little was left in his tanks. He felt hands on his back and turned to see the worried look that Prowl carried on his faceplates. Ashamed that he had upset his mate he tried to lighten the mood but didn't have the chance as a familiar bot greeted them.
"Commander Prowl! Jazz!" A blue femme with gray stripes greeted them cheerfully. "What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" Her door-wings twitched in concern.
"Naw. Don't worry BlueShimmer. Just a nasty bug Ah caught recently." Jazz smiled.
"How are you these orns?" Prowl asked the cheerful blue femme. "If you need more medical leave, don't hesitate to ask." BlueShimmer laughed.
"Thank you Commander Prowl. No, that won't be necessary. And besides I'm just carrying, not fatally ill." She smiled and placed her hand over her chest where the new spark was growing.
"When are ya due?" Jazz asked curiously.
"Any time now!" She grinned at their worried looks "Hah, don't worry, I'm joking. My bonded is on his way now. And I won't deliver soon. I'm barely feeling the separation. It's going to be a slow detachment of the new spark."
"Then let me escort both you and Jazz to the registry." Prowl took Jazz's servo in his own and motioned for the Praxian femme to follow them. She was an enforcer as well but she specialized in ballistics. That's how they know each other.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Prowl asked and was referring not only to Jazz but to BlueShimmer as well.
"Go to work love. Do what ya do best." Jazz grinned and sent a strong pulse of love that was quickly reciprocated. They waved at Prowl (who was still rather reluctant to go) and went to the waiting room. BlueShimmer was taken to a separate room while Jazz waited for his turn. He smiled at the thought of the new spark. He wondered when Prowl and himself would have one of their own. They would need to talk about it first. Jazz was sure Prowl would make a wonderful creator or sparker.
When his name was called, Jazz followed the medic to a room, he was asked to sit on a berth as an entirely green medic with the traditional red cross on his chest appeared in front of Jazz.
"Back so soon? Didn't I upgrade your firewalls just recently?" The medic frowned.
"Ah know. And my scans don't detect any viruses but Ah still feel like Ah'm having one." Jazz explained his symptoms. The medic hummed and took out a scanner.
"Well let us take a look then…" He started to scan Jazz from top to bottom only to stop in his chest area.
"Something wrong doc?" Jazz asked now a little worried, this didn't feel like a normal virus. What if it was worse? Jazz brushed off the concerned feeling he got from over his bond with Prowl, sending reassuring feelings.
"Just wait a bit Jazz." The medic went and took out a new scanner, one that Jazz had never seen before and started running it over his chest.
"Yep. Just as I though." The green medic stated more to himself than to Jazz.
"What is it?" Jazz could feel Prowl gently brushing the bond further, having felt more of his worry.
"Open up your chest along with your spark chamber and we'll know for sure." Confused by the strange order Jazz did as he was told. The medic smiled.
"Congratulations Jazz. Your with a spark!" Just then a piercing scream could be herd from the other room where BlueShimmer was held. It sounds like she finally started feeling the separation. But Jazz only briefly heard her scream.
Jazz could only stared for a moment before his optics when dark and he collapsed to the side - processor glitching in other words. His last thought was: So this is how Prowl feels when he crashes? Not fun. With that final thought, the world was no more to him.
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Jazz on-lined again hearing quiet, foggy voices above his head. When his visor finally began to flicker back on, he saw the green medic along with what appeared to be a nurse speaking.
"He's energon feed should be done in about two joors. He crashed only half a joor ago, so I'm presuming his bonded will be here any moment now." The medic explained this to the nurse, who was writing rapidly on the data-pad. What? Jazz didn't know.
It was then that Jazz realized he had crashed. Prowls presence in his spark over flooded his processor. Prowl clung to his consciousness and Jazz had trouble at calming him down.
"Whoa, easy there!" The medic placed a hand on Jazz's shoulder when he finally realized that the mech had awoken and was trying to sit up. "You gotta calm down, lad. That stress isn't going to do anyone good." Jazz nodded and reassured his mate that everything was fine. Well, he hoped it was fine. It was just then that he realized the predicament they were in.
"I'm with a sparklin'?" He asked quietly, fearing his vocalizer will fail him.
The medic smiled. It appears this was not the first time a situation like this has happened to him. "Lets just wait until your mate comes. We'll answer questions then." He looked at the monitors missing the small glare Jazz shot him. "In the meantime, try and rest. I've hooked you up on an energon feed until your systems stabilize."
Jazz saw the IV connected to his main energon line on his left arm. He couldn't remember the last time he had an IV. He was usually a very healthy bot and even if he did catch a bug like last time, it only lasted for about two orns.
The silver mech placed a hand over his chest, the idea of having sparked sinking in even more now. He and Prowl were going to be creators! He smiled at the thought of Prowl holding a small winged sparkling. It was then that the doors of the room burst open and a flash of black and white strode in to the room, right where Jazz was placed.
"Jazz!" Prowl took his hand. His wings were in a high, stiff "v" formation, worry clear on his face. He regarded Jazz completely, searching for any visible damage, finding only the IV on his left arm. He frowned even more. If Jazz, a very healthy bot, had something like that in his arm, then it must mean it was more serious than he thought.
"Hey Prowler," Jazz smiled, "sorry I worried ya." Prowl lifted the hand he was holding and kissed it. It was then that he took notice to the medic in the room.
"Don't worry. Jazz here will be fine." The medic crossed his arms and leaned on the berth across the room.
"Then why is he hooked up to the monitors?" Prowl straitened and Jazz sighed. Prowl's overprotective side was kicking in over drive now.
"Perhaps I should leave you two alone to discuss things. Then I'll answer your questions." The medic exited the room knowing full well that questions will come. Now the bonded pair needed to discuss their course of action.
Jazz sat up on the berth, feeling much better with the energon flowing in him "Sit down love. Ah gotta tell ya something…" He motioned for the berth he was sitting on.
"I'm perfectly fine here." Prowl decided to be stubborn. If Jazz could , he would have rolled his optics.
"Ok…" Jazz let out a sigh before explaining. "Now please, please don't be mad." Jazz decided to get off the berth and Prowl went next to him since the IV restricted him. Jazz took his bonded's servo and placed it over his spark chamber where the new spark was growing.
"Do ya love me, Prowl?" Prowl stared. Jazz had never in their long relationship asked him that. There was no need.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked little more rough than he would have liked. When Jazz retracted his visor he sighed and still not removing his hand from Jazz' chest he kissed him on the lips, showing him what no words can describe his love for him.
"I love you..." He whispered and rested his head on Jazz's. The silver mech smiled, drawing strength from that statement. "Now, please tell me. What is bothering you?" Prowl placed a kiss on his forehead.
Jazz grinned and on-lined his visor, wanting to see Prows expression. "Congratulations Prowl. You're going to be a creator!" Prowl went dead still for a couple of moments, and then looked at Jazz right in the optics.
"Y-you mean...?" He couldn't finish that sentence. Jazz laughed but came out more as a small sob.
"Y-yeah, love. I've sparked. We're goin' ta be creators." When there was no reply Jazz started to worry and when Prowl removed his hand from his chest he got scarred. He was about to say something, but fierce lips crashed on to his. It was one of the most powerful kissed Jazz had ever felt. His spark got filled with all sorts of emotions, not only his but Prowls as well.
When the kiss ended Jazz unsurely looked at Prowl. "Your not mad?" His voice was small. Prowl smiled. Something he tended to do only in front of those he trusted the most, especially Jazz.
"How can I be? More than twenty vorns ago you gave me the greatest gift I could have - your spark. And now you're giving me a, a- Primus Jazz! We're going to have a sparkling!" He lifted Jazz, careful not to disturb his IV and kissed him again. Jazz smiled thorough the kiss.
The medic was called back in and just as he predicted the future parents had questions.
"He was feeling ill due to the fact that the energon he consumed didn't have all the nutrition's his body needed. The sparkling was taking what it needed from Jazz, thus weakening Jazz." The green bot smiled at the couple when the black white Praxian held his bonded close as he could without disturbing the IV.
"I'll prescribe you a special formula you need to add to your daily energon Jazz. Also you're going to have to change your life style. Don't worry, it's nothing major!" He reassured at the worried look Jazz gave him. "You just won't be drinking high-grade and I expect a lot of rest on your part. That's about it. The carrying period will last about three deca-orns. You're already almost at the middle of the first one but the sparkling is still to small to catch on monitors." The medic explained with ease, obviously having done this quite a lot.
"But you saw something on mah spark?" Jazz questioned.
"No, no. What I saw was the brighter form of your spark. The new spark hasn't formed yet and while it does, the carrier's spark is brighter than usual. A sure indicator that the mech or femme has sparked."
"Is there something else we should know about? Or that I should do?" Prowls servo hadn't stopped holding Jazz's servo from the moment the news sunk in.
"Well, your job will be to keep Jazz as calm as possible. In the first period Jazz you'll still feel discomfort in your spark until the new spark settles. The second period we'll be able to see the sparkling on the monitor and from here on I'll advise no spark merging. If the pulses are to strong, they could extinguish the new spark." He noticed their worried looks and quickly changed the subject. "Your last period Jazz will be quite hectic. The new spark will be rather active and if your bond is strong, the two of you will be able to feel it's presence in the bond."
Jazz bit his lower lip, giddiness taking over. They were going to be creators! He wanted to shout it from the highest tower in Praxus so the world could know! Prowl chuckled probably feeling Jazz's excitement and kissed his audio-horn.
"We've got a lot of planning to do." He whispered at Jazz.
"Ah know!" Jazz practically bounced on the table.
"Here," the green medic handed Prowl a bag filled with additives. "These should last you until the beginning of the next period in Jazz's carrying." He explained and started to remove the IV from Jazz. "I'll ask the nurse to schedule another appointment, to check up on the spark." It was then that the door to the room burst open and a rather young medic rushed in.
"Sir! The delivering patient in the next room! We're losing her!" He started explain all sorts of medical terms the bonded couple had no idea what they meant.
"Damn. Alright, it looks like we'll have to operate." The two medics rushed out of the room discussing the condition of the patient.
"Jazz?" Prowl asked the worried looking Jazz.
"Prowler. That's Blue their talking about!" He quickly stood up and headed for the door.
"BlueShimmer?" Prowl quickly followed sending calming thoughts to Jazz. He was going to follow the medics' orders about keeping Jazz calm.
"Primus I hope everything is okay..." Whispered Jazz. Once outside the room they saw a gray mech sitting in the waiting rooms chair, his head burred in his hands, wings trembling.
"WiseStreak." Prowl addressed the craftsman. When he looked up his optics were dull, showing fear.
"O-oh. Commander Prowl, Officer Jazz." He answered weakly. "Th-they kicked m-me out." He started to choke "One moment Blue was there, laughing and the next..." He couldn't finish the sentence, his doorwings trembling harder. Prowl and Jazz held hands. They were just delivered wonderful news and here this mechs life was about to crumble beneath his feet.
"Shh it ok 'Streak…" Whispered Jazz as he sat next to the gray bot, Prowl following suit, sitting on his other side.
"Don't give up. Your family needs you to be strong. Send them as much as love as you can over the bond." Prowl was not very good at situations like this but Jazz remarked that he was acting very well right now. "I've known BlueShimmer for some time now and she is very strong. This will not defeat her." Prowl held his arm little tighter.
"Y-yeah" The mech gulped "It's just...They said that if they had t-to choose between the two of them… Blue was the one they will save. Because if she dies so do I. But. Primus, if we lose this sparkling, might as well just let her die…" The mech broke down again. Cybertronians can't cry but that didn't mean they couldn't sob.
"Oh 'Streak..." Whispered Jazz and held him tighter.
"This is our fourth try...and our last as well. If this doesn't work...." He trailed off. Jazz looked worriedly at Prowl. How haven't they noticed this? The bonded pair mentally embraced each other. Watching this mech break in front of them was… scary. Scary because right now Prowl feared that he could be in this same position in time if complications arose with Jazz's carrying He shook his head, ushering away such thoughts.
"Then let us pray together for the well being of BlueShimmer and your child." Prowl whispered and took Jazz's hand, creating an embrace over the gray mech.
Maybe it was the fact that he was going to be a parent, Prowl for the first time in his life didn't feel socially crippled or confused how to act in a situation as emotional as this. For him, this was something big and Jazz couldn't be more proud with him.
After what seemed to be vorns the doors to the room opened and the three mechs looked up at the green medic, none daring to speak.
"Is… is… is my family okay?" Finally WiseStreak had enough courage to ask. The medic regarded them closely.
"It was a tough delivery. Her spark is permanently damaged. You won't be able to have more children but…" He smiled " Yes. BlueShimmer and the sparkling will be just fine"
It felt like the weight of Cybertron was taken off their shoulders. The worried sire finally broke down, sobbing from relief and in gratitude towards the medic.
"Huh, well let's just say I've studied under the best medic there is!" He grinned. "I'll have to call him and thank him as well. If it wasn't his teaching none of this could have been possible."
The now happy sire was allowed inside where his bonded and now sparkling were resting.
"Prowler… that was…" Jazz trailed of, not entirely sure how to finish the sentence.
"Yes, it was." Prowl brought Jazz close to him and placed a kiss on his helm, sending a silent prayer to Primus to never have to experience something like this with Jazz. They were about to leave when to doors to the room opened up again and WiseStreak peaked out.
"We would like you to be the first visitors to see him." He grinned. Now, that the worst was over nothing could cloud this day for him.
The bonded pair both nodded with small smiles and followed him inside and immediately noticed BlueShimmer resting on a berth with the sparkling snuggled next to her. A couple of machines were still attached to her. She on-lined her optics and smiled at them.
"Thank you for the support you've given us." She brushed a finger over the helm of the sparking. It was going to be Praxian built, which wasn't a surprise since both of its parents were Praxians as well. The sparkling was entirely gray, just like his sire, but took red edges, from his carrier that was mostly blue but has a bright red chevron.
"He's gorgeous Blue!" Jazz beamed and went next to her also stroking the small helm. She grinned broadly, "I know!" She looked at Prowl.
"Prowl, my dear friend, would like to hold him?" She smiled at his dumbstruck expression.
"I...I-"
"The medic told us about your situation. I think a congratulations are in order!" WiseStreak grinned and took the sparkling from his tired bonded. "Here," He placed him in Prowl's stiff arms, "you're going to have to get used to hold sparklings from now on, sir." He grinned. Prowl gazed down at the small sparkling when a strong urge to protect him came. Jazz grinned from his spot next to the femme and took a couple of pictures while Prowl was holding the sparkling that woke up and started chirping with a big smile at Prowl who in return smiled at him.
"So, what are ya goin' to call him?" Jazz looked at the other bonded pair.
"Not very original we know, but I think it suits him just fine…" He smiled at her offspring "Bluestreak. We have named him Bluestreak."
"Yeah, we wanted to combine our names together, plus the name fits him!" Her bonded smiled at the loud clicks and chirps their sparkling produced.
"Huh, Ah can see why." Jazz went next to Prowl and stroked the sparkling that was now looking at him. "Hey there little Blue. Just wait a little longer and soon you'll have playmate!" Jazz grinned at the expression his bond-mate gave him.
"He is wonderful. Congratulations." Prowl handed the sparkling back to his parents and the two of them bid their goodbyes.
Once outside the clinic the two of them gazed at the stars that were a constant in their planet, since there was no sun here.
"A shooting star Prowler!" Jazz exclaimed, "Make a wish, love." He rested his head on Prowl's shoulder.
Prowl smiled "I don't need to make my wish Jazz," Prowl spoke softly receiving a confused look from Jazz. "My wish already came true, Jazz." He leaned and kissed softly Jazz on the lips while placing his servo over where the new spark was steadily growing.
Rating : PG13
Series : Bayverse
Summary : Follow the lives of Prowl and Jazz. Just because they are the Autobots SIC and TIC and traveled millions of worlds and galaxies, doesn't mean they wanted to. Because before the war...they had a life.
Beta read by bee-rox98
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Notes : Remember the first chapter? The intimacy part? There WILL be more like that first one, but intimacy here wont be the main subject - it's going to be Prowls and Jazz's life during the Golden Age.
Enjoy!
Chapter two:
A small moan was herd in the big room. Jazz was lying on the recharge berth he shared with Prowl, snuggled in comfortably in the thermal blanket. He was fine for the last couple of orns. The virus was completely gone, his life and Prowl was as normal as it was ever going to be. Or at least that's what Jazz had thought. Late last night while he was lounging on the sofa next to Prowl, who was doing some reports as he usually did, he felt discomfort in his spark and before he knew it, he was next to the disposal bin, purging his tanks. So here he was now, his tanks still troubling, curled in the blanket leaning on Prowl, Prowl giving as much comfort as he could. Prowl eventually pacing in worry for Jazz.
"I thought the medic said you were fine." Prowl said as he walked back over to Jazz, taking a seat on the recharge berth. Placing a servo over Jazz's helm, only to frown when he felt the high fever.
"But Ah am fine!" Jazz protested, attempting to stand up only to wince in pain. "No matter how many system checks Ah run, no viruses are detected!" He placed his servo over Prowls' that was now covering his left cheek.
"You are no medic. You don't know for sure if the virus isn't messing up your systems." Prowl tended to get cranky when he was worried.
Jazz let out the equivalent to a sigh. "Ah'm fine love. If it makes ya feel better Ah'll go to the clinic." Jazz smiled gently at Prowls concerned face.
"We could get the medic to come here. Or perhaps I could escort you there." Prowl already started rearranging his schedule.
"Stop worrying! And the Federal Lord will visit you again later this orn. You wont have time." It was amusing when Jazz was the one who acted as the logically instead of Prowl.
"Is it a crime to worry for my bond-mate?" Prowl asked in amusement.
"Love, you take worrying to a whole new level," Jazz chuckled; "if there wasn't the risk of me infecting ya, ah would kiss ya." Jazz stood up only to wince in pain. His tanks didn't stop troubling him. He hadn't refueled and with all the purging, he was low on energy.
Prowls amusement vanished quickly and the deep frown returned. Jazz sighed and gently brushed the bond sending reassurance and love. Prowl cupped Jazz's other cheek and rested his helm on his bond-mates.
"At least let me escort you there," when Jazz started to protest Prowl quickly elaborated, "It is on my way to work anyway." He smiled at Jazz's sheepish face.
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They headed to the clinic in a slow pace. Jazz was even more discomforted in alt-mode, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from Prowl. Not only were they bonded for over 20 vorns old, but they knew each-other even longer than that. The black and white enforcer couldn't help but worry. Something was different this time; he knew it in his spark. But as a bot of logic he tried to dismiss it.
When in front of the clinic Jazz quickly transformed and ran to the nearest disposal unit, purging what little was left in his tanks. He felt hands on his back and turned to see the worried look that Prowl carried on his faceplates. Ashamed that he had upset his mate he tried to lighten the mood but didn't have the chance as a familiar bot greeted them.
"Commander Prowl! Jazz!" A blue femme with gray stripes greeted them cheerfully. "What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" Her door-wings twitched in concern.
"Naw. Don't worry BlueShimmer. Just a nasty bug Ah caught recently." Jazz smiled.
"How are you these orns?" Prowl asked the cheerful blue femme. "If you need more medical leave, don't hesitate to ask." BlueShimmer laughed.
"Thank you Commander Prowl. No, that won't be necessary. And besides I'm just carrying, not fatally ill." She smiled and placed her hand over her chest where the new spark was growing.
"When are ya due?" Jazz asked curiously.
"Any time now!" She grinned at their worried looks "Hah, don't worry, I'm joking. My bonded is on his way now. And I won't deliver soon. I'm barely feeling the separation. It's going to be a slow detachment of the new spark."
"Then let me escort both you and Jazz to the registry." Prowl took Jazz's servo in his own and motioned for the Praxian femme to follow them. She was an enforcer as well but she specialized in ballistics. That's how they know each other.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Prowl asked and was referring not only to Jazz but to BlueShimmer as well.
"Go to work love. Do what ya do best." Jazz grinned and sent a strong pulse of love that was quickly reciprocated. They waved at Prowl (who was still rather reluctant to go) and went to the waiting room. BlueShimmer was taken to a separate room while Jazz waited for his turn. He smiled at the thought of the new spark. He wondered when Prowl and himself would have one of their own. They would need to talk about it first. Jazz was sure Prowl would make a wonderful creator or sparker.
When his name was called, Jazz followed the medic to a room, he was asked to sit on a berth as an entirely green medic with the traditional red cross on his chest appeared in front of Jazz.
"Back so soon? Didn't I upgrade your firewalls just recently?" The medic frowned.
"Ah know. And my scans don't detect any viruses but Ah still feel like Ah'm having one." Jazz explained his symptoms. The medic hummed and took out a scanner.
"Well let us take a look then…" He started to scan Jazz from top to bottom only to stop in his chest area.
"Something wrong doc?" Jazz asked now a little worried, this didn't feel like a normal virus. What if it was worse? Jazz brushed off the concerned feeling he got from over his bond with Prowl, sending reassuring feelings.
"Just wait a bit Jazz." The medic went and took out a new scanner, one that Jazz had never seen before and started running it over his chest.
"Yep. Just as I though." The green medic stated more to himself than to Jazz.
"What is it?" Jazz could feel Prowl gently brushing the bond further, having felt more of his worry.
"Open up your chest along with your spark chamber and we'll know for sure." Confused by the strange order Jazz did as he was told. The medic smiled.
"Congratulations Jazz. Your with a spark!" Just then a piercing scream could be herd from the other room where BlueShimmer was held. It sounds like she finally started feeling the separation. But Jazz only briefly heard her scream.
Jazz could only stared for a moment before his optics when dark and he collapsed to the side - processor glitching in other words. His last thought was: So this is how Prowl feels when he crashes? Not fun. With that final thought, the world was no more to him.
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Jazz on-lined again hearing quiet, foggy voices above his head. When his visor finally began to flicker back on, he saw the green medic along with what appeared to be a nurse speaking.
"He's energon feed should be done in about two joors. He crashed only half a joor ago, so I'm presuming his bonded will be here any moment now." The medic explained this to the nurse, who was writing rapidly on the data-pad. What? Jazz didn't know.
It was then that Jazz realized he had crashed. Prowls presence in his spark over flooded his processor. Prowl clung to his consciousness and Jazz had trouble at calming him down.
"Whoa, easy there!" The medic placed a hand on Jazz's shoulder when he finally realized that the mech had awoken and was trying to sit up. "You gotta calm down, lad. That stress isn't going to do anyone good." Jazz nodded and reassured his mate that everything was fine. Well, he hoped it was fine. It was just then that he realized the predicament they were in.
"I'm with a sparklin'?" He asked quietly, fearing his vocalizer will fail him.
The medic smiled. It appears this was not the first time a situation like this has happened to him. "Lets just wait until your mate comes. We'll answer questions then." He looked at the monitors missing the small glare Jazz shot him. "In the meantime, try and rest. I've hooked you up on an energon feed until your systems stabilize."
Jazz saw the IV connected to his main energon line on his left arm. He couldn't remember the last time he had an IV. He was usually a very healthy bot and even if he did catch a bug like last time, it only lasted for about two orns.
The silver mech placed a hand over his chest, the idea of having sparked sinking in even more now. He and Prowl were going to be creators! He smiled at the thought of Prowl holding a small winged sparkling. It was then that the doors of the room burst open and a flash of black and white strode in to the room, right where Jazz was placed.
"Jazz!" Prowl took his hand. His wings were in a high, stiff "v" formation, worry clear on his face. He regarded Jazz completely, searching for any visible damage, finding only the IV on his left arm. He frowned even more. If Jazz, a very healthy bot, had something like that in his arm, then it must mean it was more serious than he thought.
"Hey Prowler," Jazz smiled, "sorry I worried ya." Prowl lifted the hand he was holding and kissed it. It was then that he took notice to the medic in the room.
"Don't worry. Jazz here will be fine." The medic crossed his arms and leaned on the berth across the room.
"Then why is he hooked up to the monitors?" Prowl straitened and Jazz sighed. Prowl's overprotective side was kicking in over drive now.
"Perhaps I should leave you two alone to discuss things. Then I'll answer your questions." The medic exited the room knowing full well that questions will come. Now the bonded pair needed to discuss their course of action.
Jazz sat up on the berth, feeling much better with the energon flowing in him "Sit down love. Ah gotta tell ya something…" He motioned for the berth he was sitting on.
"I'm perfectly fine here." Prowl decided to be stubborn. If Jazz could , he would have rolled his optics.
"Ok…" Jazz let out a sigh before explaining. "Now please, please don't be mad." Jazz decided to get off the berth and Prowl went next to him since the IV restricted him. Jazz took his bonded's servo and placed it over his spark chamber where the new spark was growing.
"Do ya love me, Prowl?" Prowl stared. Jazz had never in their long relationship asked him that. There was no need.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked little more rough than he would have liked. When Jazz retracted his visor he sighed and still not removing his hand from Jazz' chest he kissed him on the lips, showing him what no words can describe his love for him.
"I love you..." He whispered and rested his head on Jazz's. The silver mech smiled, drawing strength from that statement. "Now, please tell me. What is bothering you?" Prowl placed a kiss on his forehead.
Jazz grinned and on-lined his visor, wanting to see Prows expression. "Congratulations Prowl. You're going to be a creator!" Prowl went dead still for a couple of moments, and then looked at Jazz right in the optics.
"Y-you mean...?" He couldn't finish that sentence. Jazz laughed but came out more as a small sob.
"Y-yeah, love. I've sparked. We're goin' ta be creators." When there was no reply Jazz started to worry and when Prowl removed his hand from his chest he got scarred. He was about to say something, but fierce lips crashed on to his. It was one of the most powerful kissed Jazz had ever felt. His spark got filled with all sorts of emotions, not only his but Prowls as well.
When the kiss ended Jazz unsurely looked at Prowl. "Your not mad?" His voice was small. Prowl smiled. Something he tended to do only in front of those he trusted the most, especially Jazz.
"How can I be? More than twenty vorns ago you gave me the greatest gift I could have - your spark. And now you're giving me a, a- Primus Jazz! We're going to have a sparkling!" He lifted Jazz, careful not to disturb his IV and kissed him again. Jazz smiled thorough the kiss.
The medic was called back in and just as he predicted the future parents had questions.
"He was feeling ill due to the fact that the energon he consumed didn't have all the nutrition's his body needed. The sparkling was taking what it needed from Jazz, thus weakening Jazz." The green bot smiled at the couple when the black white Praxian held his bonded close as he could without disturbing the IV.
"I'll prescribe you a special formula you need to add to your daily energon Jazz. Also you're going to have to change your life style. Don't worry, it's nothing major!" He reassured at the worried look Jazz gave him. "You just won't be drinking high-grade and I expect a lot of rest on your part. That's about it. The carrying period will last about three deca-orns. You're already almost at the middle of the first one but the sparkling is still to small to catch on monitors." The medic explained with ease, obviously having done this quite a lot.
"But you saw something on mah spark?" Jazz questioned.
"No, no. What I saw was the brighter form of your spark. The new spark hasn't formed yet and while it does, the carrier's spark is brighter than usual. A sure indicator that the mech or femme has sparked."
"Is there something else we should know about? Or that I should do?" Prowls servo hadn't stopped holding Jazz's servo from the moment the news sunk in.
"Well, your job will be to keep Jazz as calm as possible. In the first period Jazz you'll still feel discomfort in your spark until the new spark settles. The second period we'll be able to see the sparkling on the monitor and from here on I'll advise no spark merging. If the pulses are to strong, they could extinguish the new spark." He noticed their worried looks and quickly changed the subject. "Your last period Jazz will be quite hectic. The new spark will be rather active and if your bond is strong, the two of you will be able to feel it's presence in the bond."
Jazz bit his lower lip, giddiness taking over. They were going to be creators! He wanted to shout it from the highest tower in Praxus so the world could know! Prowl chuckled probably feeling Jazz's excitement and kissed his audio-horn.
"We've got a lot of planning to do." He whispered at Jazz.
"Ah know!" Jazz practically bounced on the table.
"Here," the green medic handed Prowl a bag filled with additives. "These should last you until the beginning of the next period in Jazz's carrying." He explained and started to remove the IV from Jazz. "I'll ask the nurse to schedule another appointment, to check up on the spark." It was then that the door to the room burst open and a rather young medic rushed in.
"Sir! The delivering patient in the next room! We're losing her!" He started explain all sorts of medical terms the bonded couple had no idea what they meant.
"Damn. Alright, it looks like we'll have to operate." The two medics rushed out of the room discussing the condition of the patient.
"Jazz?" Prowl asked the worried looking Jazz.
"Prowler. That's Blue their talking about!" He quickly stood up and headed for the door.
"BlueShimmer?" Prowl quickly followed sending calming thoughts to Jazz. He was going to follow the medics' orders about keeping Jazz calm.
"Primus I hope everything is okay..." Whispered Jazz. Once outside the room they saw a gray mech sitting in the waiting rooms chair, his head burred in his hands, wings trembling.
"WiseStreak." Prowl addressed the craftsman. When he looked up his optics were dull, showing fear.
"O-oh. Commander Prowl, Officer Jazz." He answered weakly. "Th-they kicked m-me out." He started to choke "One moment Blue was there, laughing and the next..." He couldn't finish the sentence, his doorwings trembling harder. Prowl and Jazz held hands. They were just delivered wonderful news and here this mechs life was about to crumble beneath his feet.
"Shh it ok 'Streak…" Whispered Jazz as he sat next to the gray bot, Prowl following suit, sitting on his other side.
"Don't give up. Your family needs you to be strong. Send them as much as love as you can over the bond." Prowl was not very good at situations like this but Jazz remarked that he was acting very well right now. "I've known BlueShimmer for some time now and she is very strong. This will not defeat her." Prowl held his arm little tighter.
"Y-yeah" The mech gulped "It's just...They said that if they had t-to choose between the two of them… Blue was the one they will save. Because if she dies so do I. But. Primus, if we lose this sparkling, might as well just let her die…" The mech broke down again. Cybertronians can't cry but that didn't mean they couldn't sob.
"Oh 'Streak..." Whispered Jazz and held him tighter.
"This is our fourth try...and our last as well. If this doesn't work...." He trailed off. Jazz looked worriedly at Prowl. How haven't they noticed this? The bonded pair mentally embraced each other. Watching this mech break in front of them was… scary. Scary because right now Prowl feared that he could be in this same position in time if complications arose with Jazz's carrying He shook his head, ushering away such thoughts.
"Then let us pray together for the well being of BlueShimmer and your child." Prowl whispered and took Jazz's hand, creating an embrace over the gray mech.
Maybe it was the fact that he was going to be a parent, Prowl for the first time in his life didn't feel socially crippled or confused how to act in a situation as emotional as this. For him, this was something big and Jazz couldn't be more proud with him.
After what seemed to be vorns the doors to the room opened and the three mechs looked up at the green medic, none daring to speak.
"Is… is… is my family okay?" Finally WiseStreak had enough courage to ask. The medic regarded them closely.
"It was a tough delivery. Her spark is permanently damaged. You won't be able to have more children but…" He smiled " Yes. BlueShimmer and the sparkling will be just fine"
It felt like the weight of Cybertron was taken off their shoulders. The worried sire finally broke down, sobbing from relief and in gratitude towards the medic.
"Huh, well let's just say I've studied under the best medic there is!" He grinned. "I'll have to call him and thank him as well. If it wasn't his teaching none of this could have been possible."
The now happy sire was allowed inside where his bonded and now sparkling were resting.
"Prowler… that was…" Jazz trailed of, not entirely sure how to finish the sentence.
"Yes, it was." Prowl brought Jazz close to him and placed a kiss on his helm, sending a silent prayer to Primus to never have to experience something like this with Jazz. They were about to leave when to doors to the room opened up again and WiseStreak peaked out.
"We would like you to be the first visitors to see him." He grinned. Now, that the worst was over nothing could cloud this day for him.
The bonded pair both nodded with small smiles and followed him inside and immediately noticed BlueShimmer resting on a berth with the sparkling snuggled next to her. A couple of machines were still attached to her. She on-lined her optics and smiled at them.
"Thank you for the support you've given us." She brushed a finger over the helm of the sparking. It was going to be Praxian built, which wasn't a surprise since both of its parents were Praxians as well. The sparkling was entirely gray, just like his sire, but took red edges, from his carrier that was mostly blue but has a bright red chevron.
"He's gorgeous Blue!" Jazz beamed and went next to her also stroking the small helm. She grinned broadly, "I know!" She looked at Prowl.
"Prowl, my dear friend, would like to hold him?" She smiled at his dumbstruck expression.
"I...I-"
"The medic told us about your situation. I think a congratulations are in order!" WiseStreak grinned and took the sparkling from his tired bonded. "Here," He placed him in Prowl's stiff arms, "you're going to have to get used to hold sparklings from now on, sir." He grinned. Prowl gazed down at the small sparkling when a strong urge to protect him came. Jazz grinned from his spot next to the femme and took a couple of pictures while Prowl was holding the sparkling that woke up and started chirping with a big smile at Prowl who in return smiled at him.
"So, what are ya goin' to call him?" Jazz looked at the other bonded pair.
"Not very original we know, but I think it suits him just fine…" He smiled at her offspring "Bluestreak. We have named him Bluestreak."
"Yeah, we wanted to combine our names together, plus the name fits him!" Her bonded smiled at the loud clicks and chirps their sparkling produced.
"Huh, Ah can see why." Jazz went next to Prowl and stroked the sparkling that was now looking at him. "Hey there little Blue. Just wait a little longer and soon you'll have playmate!" Jazz grinned at the expression his bond-mate gave him.
"He is wonderful. Congratulations." Prowl handed the sparkling back to his parents and the two of them bid their goodbyes.
Once outside the clinic the two of them gazed at the stars that were a constant in their planet, since there was no sun here.
"A shooting star Prowler!" Jazz exclaimed, "Make a wish, love." He rested his head on Prowl's shoulder.
Prowl smiled "I don't need to make my wish Jazz," Prowl spoke softly receiving a confused look from Jazz. "My wish already came true, Jazz." He leaned and kissed softly Jazz on the lips while placing his servo over where the new spark was steadily growing.