Lol, I'm on a roll today! >D
Name of series : Numquam Desistas Chapter 4
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.
Disclaimer: Still not mine
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Hands behind his head, legs spread over while lying on a thermal blanket, Jazz was full out relaxing. The gentle hum the crystals round him was an added bonus. He felt movement on his abdominal plates, where a small body rested and powered up his visor to look at the now awake Bluestreak.
"Hey there little guy?" He smiled at Blue's sleepy face "Had a nice nap?"
Bluestreak instantly beamed at him and let out a series of chirps and coos. He wiggled his little arm trying to reach Jazz's face but only succeeded to almost fall over.
"Easy there bitlet" Jazz stood up, Bluestreak now in his arms. "Yer creators ain't gonna be happy if Ah tell them Ah dropped yeh"
"Crazy little…no respect…..that's right! You better run!" Smokescreen came, still covered in a sticky pink concoction some younglings dropped on him as a joke. Who knew he didn't take jokes well?
"Ah see your havin' fun" Jazz grinned trying to hold Blue still "Ah just wish Prowler was here with us" Jazz sighed a sad smile formed on his face.
"He'll get here. The Prime will visit Praxus the next deca-cycle. The same cycle that you are supposed to deliver. Prowl just wants every thing to be in perfect order" The blue Praxian explained "In a more freaky kinda way" He mutter the last part to him self but a toy was flung at his head, indicating Jazz herd him as well.
Bluestreak cooed in amusement and took another toy, flinging it at Smokescreen, only to land a few inches before him. The physiologist just raised an optic ridge.
"Why is he here again?" He motioned at Blue, who was now busying him self talking gibberish.
"I told ya. He's creators are very busy at work, just like Prowler, but didn't want to enroll Blue here in a sparklin' center just yet."
"So as an annoying friend you decided to help them out? Get a little training before yours and Prowl mechling came, hmm?" Smokescreen smirked at Jazz's annoyed expression only to wince in pain when some one pulled on his wings.
"Didn't I tell you to stop harassing my mate?" The deep baritone voice of Prowl echoed by the crystals surrounding them.
"You knew he was coming, didn't you?" Smokescreen turned at Jazz, who grinned innocently.
"I have no idea what yer talking about Smokey." He looked at Prowl who sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and bringing their lips for a deep kiss.
"Oh get a room you two" They broke the kiss looking at Prowls brother.
"We did have a room dear brother of mine. A room that your currently using." Prowl's cold blue optics landed in the other Praxian. That was until a pair of small chubby hands reached for Prowl, followed by a series of loud clicks. Prowl smiled and took Bluestreak from Jazz holding him upright, allowing the sparkling to have a full view of his face.
"Primus, he's gonna be talker when he growls up" Smokescreen lied on the thermal blanked at Prowls left side, while Jazz was occupying the right.
"Aw, Ah think it's sweet" Jazz brushed a finger of Blue's small wings, letting a small magnetic pulse. Growing wings needed to be stimulated otherwise the appendage could get useless.
"Yeah it is, while the little critter's still small." Smokey muttered but received a small whack on the head by his brother.
"Ow! I knew you were aggressive before little brother but now it's like a whole level"
"Sometimes Smokescreen I feel like you need a physiologist" Smokescreen grinned while Jazz laughed. "So, did you think of a name? For your sparkling?" He asked while watching how Prowl and Jazz played with Bluestreak.
"Umm not really" Mutter Jazz, head resting on Prowls shoulder, while his hand was over the spark-chamber, hoisting the new spark.
"We want to see a part of his personality before deicing" Answered Prowl and without removing his optics from Bluestreak, who was trying to stuff his whole fist in his mouth, to land a kiss on Jazz's helm.
"A sparkling's personality usually develops early" Explained Smokescreen "Jazz, can't you tell the way the new spark behaves?"
"Well" Jazz started "It's really early. He's quite energetic"
"Please tell me he's not gonna be a talker like this one" Groaned the older Praxian.
Jazz laughed "No, no. He's not going to be as talkative as Blue here. He's going to be a handful thought. We're goin' to have a hard time keeping him still"
"Really? I thought you said he was pretty quiet?" Questioned Prowl.
"No, no. He's very quiet but there's this …..it's like he can't keep still, even for a breem... Ah can't explain it, it's like…." Jazz frowned not really sure how to finish that sentence.
"We don't have to decide now, love. We can wait a few orns after his detachment and see" Murmured Prowl, sending love over the bond.
Jazz smiled and the three bot's turned their attention to Bluestreak who clicked annoyed at being ignored. They spent the rest of the orn, enjoying themselves.
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Jazz fiddled with a data pad while sitting in an Energon café right next to their apartment building. His special Energon was only half full indicating Jazz's full attention on the data pad. Tonight was his and Prowl 's bonding anniversary and maybe the last time they could merge before it got to risky for the growing sparkling.
Jazz knew Prowl wasn't a mech who enjoyed pricey and meaningless presents. Prowl valued the thought behind the given gift. As did Jazz. So here he was now, with a data pad, trying to come up with some sort of lyrics for the song he was writing. He couldn't remember the last time he sang to his mate. He felt disappointed that it was so long ago - he was going to change that tonight.
He smiled when he felt the sparkling pulse a little harder. Jazz didn't know if he should be glad or worried, the sparkling only moved a lot, but didn't try to communicate with the bond. He herd from BlueShimmer that her carrying with Bluestreak was hectic even from the beginning. Little Blue was very energetic during his carrying period, trying to speak with them even from the beginning - not that he wasn't now.
His smile grew "So ya finally decided ta say something, eh sweetspark?" Jazz chuckled. He had come to terms that their sparkling would be rather insufferable. Acting before speaking.
"Yeah, I like how this song is coming out to" Jazz grinned and when his tanks protested he remembered the unfinished Energon cube. With one servo still typing he used the other to bring the cube to his lips, fully content with how everything was progressing.
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"So why are we here?" Whined Smokescreen, but in way he was glad. It was either this or the data-pads Sentinel Prime sent him.
Prowl walked ahead in the corridors of the clinic, heading for the cabinet that housed the green medic. "I just need to make sure" Came the short reply.
"I swear Prowl, you're the only 'bot in the Universe that'll ask a medics permission to frag his bond-mate-OW!" He got hit over the helm with one of Prowl's appendages.
"Hush you. When your mate is carrying you have to be careful with everything you do to them" Prowl knocked at the office door.
"Last time I checked I was the older sibling…" The Chief Enforcer smirked when he herd his brother muttering.
"You do know you'll need to vacate our apartment only for this night, right?" They herd the 'come in' and opened the door.
"Yeah, yeah. I don't wanna traumatize my self hearing my little brother overload" He smirked at the glare Prowl sent him "Buuut, I do wanna be a constant in my nephews development. Some one needs to teach him how to play cards."
"Teach my creation to gamble and I will tie you up in front of the police department like a decoration" Smokescreen didn't know if he should laugh at the emotionless way Prowl said it or the fact that he really was capable of doing it.
He didn't dwell much on that thought because the two praxians herd voices at the end of the office. The green medic was having a virtual communication with some one.
"Like I said. I'm glad you were able to save the family" A red and white medic on the other side of the channel was speaking. Prowl and Smokescreen had perfect few of him but the unknown medic couldn't see them, being blocked by the green medic. "But I'm sure if that young med bot was able to keep the carrier calm it wouldn't have resulted in her loosing the ability to carry more sparks" Came a grumbled reply.
"Yes well, what's done it's done. I can't beat him up for his carelessness. We are sentient beings after all" The kind green medic replied.
"OF COURSE you can BEAT the slag out of them!" The unknown medic fumed "They are holing life's in their servos! It's supposed to be hard, otherwise mechs and femmes die!" The green bot winced "Didn't you experience that first hand with me?"
"Yes and got traumatized for life" The green medic smiled when he saw the audience he had " I'm sorry Ratchet be I'll have to call you back. The sire of the other couple I told you about came"
"Alright. Take care Azor" And the transmission was cut.
Azor turned to look at the two praxians "I'm sorry about my mentor. It's just the way he is. Bed side manner isn't his thing but he compensates with his brilliants in the medical field"
"You've told him about us?" Prowl questioned .
"No, no. I haven't told him names or anything. That's confidential after all. I just spoke about what kind of experiences I have" He motioned for them to sit in his office chairs while he sat behind his desk.
"I just wanted to make sure that no harm will come to Jazz or the sparkling if we merged sparks tonight?" Prowl asked, strait to the point.
Smokescreen smirked at his brothers boldness and looked at the amused medic. "He just entered the second period. So for now this will probably be your last merge for a while" Azor explained "Jazz's check up is in two orns, so how is he doing so far?"
"Simply beaming" That answer made the medic smile even more.
"Yeah and gulping Energon like there's no tomorrow" Muttered Smokescreen making Azor look at him.
"I take it you're the child's uncle?"
"The one and only!" He smiled
"Joy…" Muttered Prowl. If he could he would have rolled his optics.
"If you stay in close proximity to the sparkling there is a big chance that you'll also form a sibling bond" Explained the medic
"Really? So it's possible for me to feel him?" Prowl regarded his brother and got surprised that Smokescreen truly, truly cared for the new life that was growing in Jazz. He knew that his brother would eventually have some sort of feelings toward the new spark but for them to have grown on such short notice was…touching.
The medic give them more additives for Jazz and bid them goodbyes.
"I need to visit a place first before I go home" Prowl turned to Smokescreen and revealed the transparent crystal Jazz had found orns ago. He had given it to him as a gift. And the silver mech knew that Prowl as a fellow Praxian would know what to do with it better than him.
"So, what do plan to do with it? You can't give it back as anniversary present." Smokescreen stated while transforming.
"Please, I am not that shallow" And with that the two officers took off.
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Jazz smiled at their living room. On the table lied two bottles - one with Vosnian High Grade for Prowl and a expensive, higher than normal mild grade for Jazz, who just now added the additives.
It was a shame he wouldn't be able to drink High grade with Prowl but he knew his mate wouldn't mind. He looked around the room, checking the music system he had set up, also the sofa had a very soft fabric on it. The lights were dim and glow in the dark crystals where scattered over the room. A sent of home made Energon goodies filled the air.
Jazz regarded the sofa and if he could, he would have blushed at the naughty toughs that crept in to him. He knew that after tonight he and Prowl wouldn't able to spark merge for while - not with the bitlet growling in Jazz and after the separation Jazz's spark will need time to recover.
He hummed to himself and went to the terrace, stargazing. Almost by reflex now he placed a hand over his spark chamber where the new life was growing and felt it pulse at him.
He saw a shooting star, something that was natural for a planet like Cybertron to attract comets, off-lined his visor and made a wish.
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.
Disclaimer: Still not mine
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Hands behind his head, legs spread over while lying on a thermal blanket, Jazz was full out relaxing. The gentle hum the crystals round him was an added bonus. He felt movement on his abdominal plates, where a small body rested and powered up his visor to look at the now awake Bluestreak.
"Hey there little guy?" He smiled at Blue's sleepy face "Had a nice nap?"
Bluestreak instantly beamed at him and let out a series of chirps and coos. He wiggled his little arm trying to reach Jazz's face but only succeeded to almost fall over.
"Easy there bitlet" Jazz stood up, Bluestreak now in his arms. "Yer creators ain't gonna be happy if Ah tell them Ah dropped yeh"
"Crazy little…no respect…..that's right! You better run!" Smokescreen came, still covered in a sticky pink concoction some younglings dropped on him as a joke. Who knew he didn't take jokes well?
"Ah see your havin' fun" Jazz grinned trying to hold Blue still "Ah just wish Prowler was here with us" Jazz sighed a sad smile formed on his face.
"He'll get here. The Prime will visit Praxus the next deca-cycle. The same cycle that you are supposed to deliver. Prowl just wants every thing to be in perfect order" The blue Praxian explained "In a more freaky kinda way" He mutter the last part to him self but a toy was flung at his head, indicating Jazz herd him as well.
Bluestreak cooed in amusement and took another toy, flinging it at Smokescreen, only to land a few inches before him. The physiologist just raised an optic ridge.
"Why is he here again?" He motioned at Blue, who was now busying him self talking gibberish.
"I told ya. He's creators are very busy at work, just like Prowler, but didn't want to enroll Blue here in a sparklin' center just yet."
"So as an annoying friend you decided to help them out? Get a little training before yours and Prowl mechling came, hmm?" Smokescreen smirked at Jazz's annoyed expression only to wince in pain when some one pulled on his wings.
"Didn't I tell you to stop harassing my mate?" The deep baritone voice of Prowl echoed by the crystals surrounding them.
"You knew he was coming, didn't you?" Smokescreen turned at Jazz, who grinned innocently.
"I have no idea what yer talking about Smokey." He looked at Prowl who sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and bringing their lips for a deep kiss.
"Oh get a room you two" They broke the kiss looking at Prowls brother.
"We did have a room dear brother of mine. A room that your currently using." Prowl's cold blue optics landed in the other Praxian. That was until a pair of small chubby hands reached for Prowl, followed by a series of loud clicks. Prowl smiled and took Bluestreak from Jazz holding him upright, allowing the sparkling to have a full view of his face.
"Primus, he's gonna be talker when he growls up" Smokescreen lied on the thermal blanked at Prowls left side, while Jazz was occupying the right.
"Aw, Ah think it's sweet" Jazz brushed a finger of Blue's small wings, letting a small magnetic pulse. Growing wings needed to be stimulated otherwise the appendage could get useless.
"Yeah it is, while the little critter's still small." Smokey muttered but received a small whack on the head by his brother.
"Ow! I knew you were aggressive before little brother but now it's like a whole level"
"Sometimes Smokescreen I feel like you need a physiologist" Smokescreen grinned while Jazz laughed. "So, did you think of a name? For your sparkling?" He asked while watching how Prowl and Jazz played with Bluestreak.
"Umm not really" Mutter Jazz, head resting on Prowls shoulder, while his hand was over the spark-chamber, hoisting the new spark.
"We want to see a part of his personality before deicing" Answered Prowl and without removing his optics from Bluestreak, who was trying to stuff his whole fist in his mouth, to land a kiss on Jazz's helm.
"A sparkling's personality usually develops early" Explained Smokescreen "Jazz, can't you tell the way the new spark behaves?"
"Well" Jazz started "It's really early. He's quite energetic"
"Please tell me he's not gonna be a talker like this one" Groaned the older Praxian.
Jazz laughed "No, no. He's not going to be as talkative as Blue here. He's going to be a handful thought. We're goin' to have a hard time keeping him still"
"Really? I thought you said he was pretty quiet?" Questioned Prowl.
"No, no. He's very quiet but there's this …..it's like he can't keep still, even for a breem... Ah can't explain it, it's like…." Jazz frowned not really sure how to finish that sentence.
"We don't have to decide now, love. We can wait a few orns after his detachment and see" Murmured Prowl, sending love over the bond.
Jazz smiled and the three bot's turned their attention to Bluestreak who clicked annoyed at being ignored. They spent the rest of the orn, enjoying themselves.
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Jazz fiddled with a data pad while sitting in an Energon café right next to their apartment building. His special Energon was only half full indicating Jazz's full attention on the data pad. Tonight was his and Prowl 's bonding anniversary and maybe the last time they could merge before it got to risky for the growing sparkling.
Jazz knew Prowl wasn't a mech who enjoyed pricey and meaningless presents. Prowl valued the thought behind the given gift. As did Jazz. So here he was now, with a data pad, trying to come up with some sort of lyrics for the song he was writing. He couldn't remember the last time he sang to his mate. He felt disappointed that it was so long ago - he was going to change that tonight.
He smiled when he felt the sparkling pulse a little harder. Jazz didn't know if he should be glad or worried, the sparkling only moved a lot, but didn't try to communicate with the bond. He herd from BlueShimmer that her carrying with Bluestreak was hectic even from the beginning. Little Blue was very energetic during his carrying period, trying to speak with them even from the beginning - not that he wasn't now.
His smile grew "So ya finally decided ta say something, eh sweetspark?" Jazz chuckled. He had come to terms that their sparkling would be rather insufferable. Acting before speaking.
"Yeah, I like how this song is coming out to" Jazz grinned and when his tanks protested he remembered the unfinished Energon cube. With one servo still typing he used the other to bring the cube to his lips, fully content with how everything was progressing.
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"So why are we here?" Whined Smokescreen, but in way he was glad. It was either this or the data-pads Sentinel Prime sent him.
Prowl walked ahead in the corridors of the clinic, heading for the cabinet that housed the green medic. "I just need to make sure" Came the short reply.
"I swear Prowl, you're the only 'bot in the Universe that'll ask a medics permission to frag his bond-mate-OW!" He got hit over the helm with one of Prowl's appendages.
"Hush you. When your mate is carrying you have to be careful with everything you do to them" Prowl knocked at the office door.
"Last time I checked I was the older sibling…" The Chief Enforcer smirked when he herd his brother muttering.
"You do know you'll need to vacate our apartment only for this night, right?" They herd the 'come in' and opened the door.
"Yeah, yeah. I don't wanna traumatize my self hearing my little brother overload" He smirked at the glare Prowl sent him "Buuut, I do wanna be a constant in my nephews development. Some one needs to teach him how to play cards."
"Teach my creation to gamble and I will tie you up in front of the police department like a decoration" Smokescreen didn't know if he should laugh at the emotionless way Prowl said it or the fact that he really was capable of doing it.
He didn't dwell much on that thought because the two praxians herd voices at the end of the office. The green medic was having a virtual communication with some one.
"Like I said. I'm glad you were able to save the family" A red and white medic on the other side of the channel was speaking. Prowl and Smokescreen had perfect few of him but the unknown medic couldn't see them, being blocked by the green medic. "But I'm sure if that young med bot was able to keep the carrier calm it wouldn't have resulted in her loosing the ability to carry more sparks" Came a grumbled reply.
"Yes well, what's done it's done. I can't beat him up for his carelessness. We are sentient beings after all" The kind green medic replied.
"OF COURSE you can BEAT the slag out of them!" The unknown medic fumed "They are holing life's in their servos! It's supposed to be hard, otherwise mechs and femmes die!" The green bot winced "Didn't you experience that first hand with me?"
"Yes and got traumatized for life" The green medic smiled when he saw the audience he had " I'm sorry Ratchet be I'll have to call you back. The sire of the other couple I told you about came"
"Alright. Take care Azor" And the transmission was cut.
Azor turned to look at the two praxians "I'm sorry about my mentor. It's just the way he is. Bed side manner isn't his thing but he compensates with his brilliants in the medical field"
"You've told him about us?" Prowl questioned .
"No, no. I haven't told him names or anything. That's confidential after all. I just spoke about what kind of experiences I have" He motioned for them to sit in his office chairs while he sat behind his desk.
"I just wanted to make sure that no harm will come to Jazz or the sparkling if we merged sparks tonight?" Prowl asked, strait to the point.
Smokescreen smirked at his brothers boldness and looked at the amused medic. "He just entered the second period. So for now this will probably be your last merge for a while" Azor explained "Jazz's check up is in two orns, so how is he doing so far?"
"Simply beaming" That answer made the medic smile even more.
"Yeah and gulping Energon like there's no tomorrow" Muttered Smokescreen making Azor look at him.
"I take it you're the child's uncle?"
"The one and only!" He smiled
"Joy…" Muttered Prowl. If he could he would have rolled his optics.
"If you stay in close proximity to the sparkling there is a big chance that you'll also form a sibling bond" Explained the medic
"Really? So it's possible for me to feel him?" Prowl regarded his brother and got surprised that Smokescreen truly, truly cared for the new life that was growing in Jazz. He knew that his brother would eventually have some sort of feelings toward the new spark but for them to have grown on such short notice was…touching.
The medic give them more additives for Jazz and bid them goodbyes.
"I need to visit a place first before I go home" Prowl turned to Smokescreen and revealed the transparent crystal Jazz had found orns ago. He had given it to him as a gift. And the silver mech knew that Prowl as a fellow Praxian would know what to do with it better than him.
"So, what do plan to do with it? You can't give it back as anniversary present." Smokescreen stated while transforming.
"Please, I am not that shallow" And with that the two officers took off.
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Jazz smiled at their living room. On the table lied two bottles - one with Vosnian High Grade for Prowl and a expensive, higher than normal mild grade for Jazz, who just now added the additives.
It was a shame he wouldn't be able to drink High grade with Prowl but he knew his mate wouldn't mind. He looked around the room, checking the music system he had set up, also the sofa had a very soft fabric on it. The lights were dim and glow in the dark crystals where scattered over the room. A sent of home made Energon goodies filled the air.
Jazz regarded the sofa and if he could, he would have blushed at the naughty toughs that crept in to him. He knew that after tonight he and Prowl wouldn't able to spark merge for while - not with the bitlet growling in Jazz and after the separation Jazz's spark will need time to recover.
He hummed to himself and went to the terrace, stargazing. Almost by reflex now he placed a hand over his spark chamber where the new life was growing and felt it pulse at him.
He saw a shooting star, something that was natural for a planet like Cybertron to attract comets, off-lined his visor and made a wish.