Sparkling Sequels
Title: Bundles of Joy
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Notes: I completely forgot to post this here. It's the sequel to Precious Things.
Jazz sighed as he looked at the mess. As much as he loved watching the twins and Bluestreak interact, he had to wonder how three small sparklings had managed to sneak that many energon treats. They would have to start putting the box in the upper cabinet. As it was all three where now involved in a high-speed, giggle-infested, not-quite traditional game of tag, although there seemed to be fair amount incorporated from hide and go seek as well.
At the moment Blue was hiding behind the couch, giggling, while Sunstreaker tried to grab his brother. The red youngling dropped to the floor, causing his brother to run by him, before darting back to hide behind a chair. Instead of going after him again, the yellow youngling darted over to the couch, tapping the tittering gray one. He danced out of reach as Blue lunged for him, accidentally knocking into the tower of blocks the three had built earlier. Taking the momentary distraction, Jazz's own youngling wriggled out of his hiding place, persuing his friend. Laughing Sunstreaker recovered, and ran. Straight at Jazz. Before the black and white could protest, the other followed and both scampered around his lower legs.
The forgotten twin crept out from behind the chair. Smirking he waited until the two made another circuit around their current caretaker. Lunging Sideswipe landed on his twin, tickling him mercilessly. Bluestreak chortled, as he joined in. Sunstreaker squealed, and turned the tables on his brother. Before long the three were rolling across the floor, tag forgotten, intent on tickling whoever they could get at. The toys, which they had pulled out during the initial surge of energy, were scattered even further across the room.
Jazz sighed again. The mess was only going to get worse, but it was better they used up their energy now. Maybe then they'd actually sleep later. So instead of scolding them, he moved to sit on the couch, legs tucked under him, content to watch the three tumble across the floor.
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Notes: I completely forgot to post this here. It's the sequel to Precious Things.
Jazz sighed as he looked at the mess. As much as he loved watching the twins and Bluestreak interact, he had to wonder how three small sparklings had managed to sneak that many energon treats. They would have to start putting the box in the upper cabinet. As it was all three where now involved in a high-speed, giggle-infested, not-quite traditional game of tag, although there seemed to be fair amount incorporated from hide and go seek as well.
At the moment Blue was hiding behind the couch, giggling, while Sunstreaker tried to grab his brother. The red youngling dropped to the floor, causing his brother to run by him, before darting back to hide behind a chair. Instead of going after him again, the yellow youngling darted over to the couch, tapping the tittering gray one. He danced out of reach as Blue lunged for him, accidentally knocking into the tower of blocks the three had built earlier. Taking the momentary distraction, Jazz's own youngling wriggled out of his hiding place, persuing his friend. Laughing Sunstreaker recovered, and ran. Straight at Jazz. Before the black and white could protest, the other followed and both scampered around his lower legs.
The forgotten twin crept out from behind the chair. Smirking he waited until the two made another circuit around their current caretaker. Lunging Sideswipe landed on his twin, tickling him mercilessly. Bluestreak chortled, as he joined in. Sunstreaker squealed, and turned the tables on his brother. Before long the three were rolling across the floor, tag forgotten, intent on tickling whoever they could get at. The toys, which they had pulled out during the initial surge of energy, were scattered even further across the room.
Jazz sighed again. The mess was only going to get worse, but it was better they used up their energy now. Maybe then they'd actually sleep later. So instead of scolding them, he moved to sit on the couch, legs tucked under him, content to watch the three tumble across the floor.