Houston, we've got a bunny! Again!
Title: Honey, Prime, I shrunk the Kids Officers!
Chapter: Chapter 20 - Globe Hound Trekker.
Rating: PG 13 - Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: Hound sparkling sits. Not very pleased with this one, I'm afraid.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for her help with the baby speech.
"Where is Mirage?" Hound asked and shielded his optics with his hand, prompting a smile to spread on the baby Ligier's face plates. "I wonder, oh, I wonder where Mirage could be?"
Mirage clicked happily, clapping his little hands with glee while Hound called for him, pretending he couldn't see him. The sparkling clapped louder and squealed, making cute and excited clicking sounds at Hound, trying to coerce him into 'finding' him.
"Where are you, Mirage?" Hound turned his face to look somewhere other than where the sparkling was sitting on their berth. "Maybe you are behind the desk?" the scout made a move for the desk, but Mirage began to chirp loudly, trying to direct him somewhere else. "Or maybe you're by the table." Hound turned around to head for the small table on the far end of the room where Mirage, as adult mech, enjoyed to sit down to read.
The sparkling Mirage chirped again, a little more exasperated this time and began to click in annoyance, trying to direct Hound to where he was. Hound chuckled softly and turned around, feigning to be following blindly his stuck-as-sparkling mate's trail. "Darling Mirage, where are you?"
Mirage chirped louder in what Hound assumed was the baby Ligier's way to say 'I'm here!', and reached his little arms out, tiny fingers curling and uncurling, beckoning him closer. "I think," the green mech trailed, coming closer to the berth, still pretending he couldn't see the sparkling. "I think my beloved Mirage is somewhere around here."
As Hound's face drew closer, Mirage stood on his wobbly legs and all but pounced on the other mech's face, wrapping his arms around it, holding as tight as his diminutive limbs and hands would let him. Mirage chirped with glee, happy to have caught the scout. "Ah! There you are!" Hound grinned and picked up his sparkling, nuzzling him lovingly and tickling the little depression on Mirage's neck emblazoned with a red 'T', a place that was very sensitive in the adult Ligier and ungodly ticklish on the sparkling Mirage.
"Well, what do you say we go out for a little? I kind of need to go for a stroll." the tracker fixed his hold on his sparkling, picked a couple of toys Mirage favored, and left the room. On his way out, Hound passed by Jazz, who seemed pretty distraught. "Hey, Jazz. You're okay?"
"Hello, Hound. Hey, Mirage," Jazz said softly, managing a little smile for the sparkling, then looked back at Hound. "Not really, I gotta handle an emergency, an' Blue's only Primus knows where, I got no one ta look after Prowl, an' I can't take him."
"Is Prime busy?" Hound cast a quick glance to the baby Datsun on Jazz's arms, finding Prowl seemed almost as distraught as Jazz himself, if not more. His door wings were constantly drooping then flaring up in that 'menacing' way of his, his tiny fingers clutch Jazz's arms as tightly he could.
"He left for a meetin' with some humans early in th'mornin', an' unfortunately the emergency involves Ratchet an' Ironhide, so neither can take care of Prowl." the saboteur shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing restless as his distress intensified.
"If you leave me his energon just in case, I can look after him until you're back." Hound offered and fixed his hold on Mirage, freeing an arm to accommodate Prowl.
"Thank you!" Jazz's expression immediately turned to one of absolute relief and thankfulness towards the green scout. "I owe ya a big one, Hound!"
"It's not problem, Jazz. I'm glad to help." Hound smiled down at Prowl who seemed to relax as soon as Jazz did. The Porsche carefully handed the baby Datsun and his energon to the Jeep and kissed his sparkling's little nose.
"Gotta go for a bit, Prowler, but I won't be gone long, okay? You be good with Hound and Mirage." Jazz smiled when Prowl made a smacking sound against his chin's plating, like Perceptor had done with Megatron. "Love ya, too, Prowler." Jazz grinned and petted the sparkling's helm, then turned around and left to handle the emergency.
Hound, grinned fondly as Prowl waved to the retreating Porsche, and Mirage saw fit to imitate the sparkling and wave to Jazz. "All right, boys, let's go out!"
Hound carried the sparklings around the volcano where the Ark was partly buried, looking for a good spot with a comfortable shade, knowing Mirage despised to be exposed to the harsh sun for more than a few breems. Once he found a spot that pleased him, Hound sat Prowl in a rock, instructing him to stay still for a few moments while he pulled a large blanket out from a compartment on his left leg, and laid the blanket down on the ground. The scout set Mirage down on the blanket, then picked up Prowl to set him down next to Mirage. The baby Ligier reached happily for one of his favorite toys and began to play around with it. Prowl was offered a couple of cubes to play with, but the baby Datsun decided he'd rather chew on them instead.
For about an hour, Hound watched the sparklings play, and was surprised to watch Mirage and Prowl chase after each other around the blanket, trying to borrow each other's toys. Mirage had the advantage of being able to walk, but Prowl balanced his lack of glorious baby steps with quick reflexes and clinging to Mirage's legs to prompt him to fall onto his aft. When both sparklings grew bored of their little game, Prowl decided a nap was in order and he curled up on the blanket, falling quickly into a light recharge.
Mirage, however, was everything but tired, and determined the best source of fun around the barren land was Hound. The Jeep laughed softly and allowed Mirage to go around poking and prodding him anywhere he could reach. When he grew tired of Hound's legs, Mirage decided it was time to climb the 'Scout Mountain' and tried his best to climb up to the green mech's chest. The action proved difficult when Mirage wasn't able to reach up to his bumper, let along pull himself up on it.
Hound took pity of the baby Ligier and moved his arms to rest in a position that'd allow Mirage to use them for leverage. Mirage caught up quickly enough and began to try to crawl his way up over Hound's arm, and then to his chest plating where he poked, prodded and played with his pulley system, then his windshield. Once he got bored with that, he climbed the distance to Hound's head, sitting proudly on top of Hound's helm, clapping his hands and chirping loudly.
The scout chuckled softly and kept his hands close to his head to hold onto the sparkling just in case. "Ready to go back to the Ark?" Hound asked when Mirage looked positively bored with his new position, but the sparkling wasn't ready to go back into the Ark just yet.
Hound helped the sparkling down and set him on the ground, where the baby spy managed to stand still, looking ready to dash away to explore this barren, rocky place. "Okay, we'll take a walk, just let me get Prowl," Hound said, chuckling softly at the excited clicks and chirps Mirage produced in response.
Prowl woke from his little nap almost as soon as Hound touched him, and allowed Hound to pick him up while the green mech folded the blanket and put it away on his compartment. With Prowl safely on his arm, Hound took one of Mirage's diminutive hands and allowed the sparkling to lead him around in his exploration. Prowl wiggled on Hound's arms, wanting to be put down so he could explore, too. "Down!"
Knowing the baby tactician couldn't stand up on his own, Hound set Prowl down and helped him to his feet, holding him by his hand, and pretty much dragged the sparkling around with him and Mirage. Prowl gave little steps, really unbalanced and clumsy since he was being held by his hand, rather than clinging to Hound's leg like he'd do with Jazz.
Still, Prowl was happily enjoying the little stroll, being led by Hound who was being led around by Mirage. The scout never though the sparkling spy could possibly be this adventurous, but he was happy to indulge him even if Prowl was quickly beginning to get tired, trying to keep up with Mirage's trotting.
"Careful there, Mirage, we don't want to make Prowl fall, now do we?" Hound grinned down to both sparklings, and Mirage slowed down a little, clicking and chirping happily. Prowl fluttered his door wings happily and in relief, now that the pace had slowed down. "Hound!" He said, patting his hand with his free little white hand, then pointed towards the familiar form of a certain saboteur. "Jass!"
"It's what I see." Hound grinned and steered Mirage on Jazz's direction, the baby Ligier clicked and tried to trot faster towards the newcomer. Prowl, tried to quicken his pace, too, but wasn't very successful on that endeavor.
Regardless, Jazz grinned and smiled, watching Prowl cling to Hound's leg with his free hand, taking the last steps to him. The scout released his hold on Prowl's hand, and the sparkling tried to walk the insignificant two steps to Jazz, but after he tried to leave the stability offered by Hound's leg, he was pulled back by the weight of his wings and almost fell back, or he would have, if Jazz's hands hadn't caught him just in time.
Prowl frowned cutely, and his door wings drooped so much they were almost flat against his back, the baby Datsun whimpered softly, as a pout took over his face. Hound mentally winced and was about to cover Mirage's audio sensors, expecting Prowl to burst into a fit of loud, audio shattering cries. Thankfully, Jazz gathered the sparkling in his arms and began to soothe and comfort the frustrated Prowl.
Mirage clicked sadly and patted Jazz's leg, chirping worriedly and looking up from Jazz to Prowl. "He's all right, 'Raj," Jazz whispered gently to the baby Ligier and stroked his helm's crest gently. "He's just frustrated."
Hound picked Mirage, nuzzling his stuck-as-sparkling mate gently. Mirage chirped at Prowl, reaching a little black hand to pat his friend's own helm's crest. Prowl's door wings raised up a little again, and he reached to pat Mirage's head, too. Soon enough Prowl seemed content enough and cuddled against Jazz, his wings fluttering happily as the saboteur tickled the sparkling, plastering little kisses around the baby Datsun's face until the sparkling laughed and squirmed in glee. "Thanks for watchin' him over, Hound."
"It was no problem, Jazz." the scout smiled and stroked Prowl's helm gently before he excused himself and made his way back to his and Mirage's quarters with the sparkling in his arms. "Now that was interesting, don't you think?"
Mirage looked up at Hound and merely wiggled in his arms to get himself comfortable, giving the other mech the look. "Yes, yes. I'll give you your energon and then you can have your beauty sleep." Hound chuckled with amusement as Mirage clicked happily and cuddled better against his chest plating, having worn himself out with all that trekking.
Chapter: Chapter 20 - Globe Hound Trekker.
Rating: PG 13 - Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: Hound sparkling sits. Not very pleased with this one, I'm afraid.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for her help with the baby speech.
"Where is Mirage?" Hound asked and shielded his optics with his hand, prompting a smile to spread on the baby Ligier's face plates. "I wonder, oh, I wonder where Mirage could be?"
Mirage clicked happily, clapping his little hands with glee while Hound called for him, pretending he couldn't see him. The sparkling clapped louder and squealed, making cute and excited clicking sounds at Hound, trying to coerce him into 'finding' him.
"Where are you, Mirage?" Hound turned his face to look somewhere other than where the sparkling was sitting on their berth. "Maybe you are behind the desk?" the scout made a move for the desk, but Mirage began to chirp loudly, trying to direct him somewhere else. "Or maybe you're by the table." Hound turned around to head for the small table on the far end of the room where Mirage, as adult mech, enjoyed to sit down to read.
The sparkling Mirage chirped again, a little more exasperated this time and began to click in annoyance, trying to direct Hound to where he was. Hound chuckled softly and turned around, feigning to be following blindly his stuck-as-sparkling mate's trail. "Darling Mirage, where are you?"
Mirage chirped louder in what Hound assumed was the baby Ligier's way to say 'I'm here!', and reached his little arms out, tiny fingers curling and uncurling, beckoning him closer. "I think," the green mech trailed, coming closer to the berth, still pretending he couldn't see the sparkling. "I think my beloved Mirage is somewhere around here."
As Hound's face drew closer, Mirage stood on his wobbly legs and all but pounced on the other mech's face, wrapping his arms around it, holding as tight as his diminutive limbs and hands would let him. Mirage chirped with glee, happy to have caught the scout. "Ah! There you are!" Hound grinned and picked up his sparkling, nuzzling him lovingly and tickling the little depression on Mirage's neck emblazoned with a red 'T', a place that was very sensitive in the adult Ligier and ungodly ticklish on the sparkling Mirage.
"Well, what do you say we go out for a little? I kind of need to go for a stroll." the tracker fixed his hold on his sparkling, picked a couple of toys Mirage favored, and left the room. On his way out, Hound passed by Jazz, who seemed pretty distraught. "Hey, Jazz. You're okay?"
"Hello, Hound. Hey, Mirage," Jazz said softly, managing a little smile for the sparkling, then looked back at Hound. "Not really, I gotta handle an emergency, an' Blue's only Primus knows where, I got no one ta look after Prowl, an' I can't take him."
"Is Prime busy?" Hound cast a quick glance to the baby Datsun on Jazz's arms, finding Prowl seemed almost as distraught as Jazz himself, if not more. His door wings were constantly drooping then flaring up in that 'menacing' way of his, his tiny fingers clutch Jazz's arms as tightly he could.
"He left for a meetin' with some humans early in th'mornin', an' unfortunately the emergency involves Ratchet an' Ironhide, so neither can take care of Prowl." the saboteur shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing restless as his distress intensified.
"If you leave me his energon just in case, I can look after him until you're back." Hound offered and fixed his hold on Mirage, freeing an arm to accommodate Prowl.
"Thank you!" Jazz's expression immediately turned to one of absolute relief and thankfulness towards the green scout. "I owe ya a big one, Hound!"
"It's not problem, Jazz. I'm glad to help." Hound smiled down at Prowl who seemed to relax as soon as Jazz did. The Porsche carefully handed the baby Datsun and his energon to the Jeep and kissed his sparkling's little nose.
"Gotta go for a bit, Prowler, but I won't be gone long, okay? You be good with Hound and Mirage." Jazz smiled when Prowl made a smacking sound against his chin's plating, like Perceptor had done with Megatron. "Love ya, too, Prowler." Jazz grinned and petted the sparkling's helm, then turned around and left to handle the emergency.
Hound, grinned fondly as Prowl waved to the retreating Porsche, and Mirage saw fit to imitate the sparkling and wave to Jazz. "All right, boys, let's go out!"
Hound carried the sparklings around the volcano where the Ark was partly buried, looking for a good spot with a comfortable shade, knowing Mirage despised to be exposed to the harsh sun for more than a few breems. Once he found a spot that pleased him, Hound sat Prowl in a rock, instructing him to stay still for a few moments while he pulled a large blanket out from a compartment on his left leg, and laid the blanket down on the ground. The scout set Mirage down on the blanket, then picked up Prowl to set him down next to Mirage. The baby Ligier reached happily for one of his favorite toys and began to play around with it. Prowl was offered a couple of cubes to play with, but the baby Datsun decided he'd rather chew on them instead.
For about an hour, Hound watched the sparklings play, and was surprised to watch Mirage and Prowl chase after each other around the blanket, trying to borrow each other's toys. Mirage had the advantage of being able to walk, but Prowl balanced his lack of glorious baby steps with quick reflexes and clinging to Mirage's legs to prompt him to fall onto his aft. When both sparklings grew bored of their little game, Prowl decided a nap was in order and he curled up on the blanket, falling quickly into a light recharge.
Mirage, however, was everything but tired, and determined the best source of fun around the barren land was Hound. The Jeep laughed softly and allowed Mirage to go around poking and prodding him anywhere he could reach. When he grew tired of Hound's legs, Mirage decided it was time to climb the 'Scout Mountain' and tried his best to climb up to the green mech's chest. The action proved difficult when Mirage wasn't able to reach up to his bumper, let along pull himself up on it.
Hound took pity of the baby Ligier and moved his arms to rest in a position that'd allow Mirage to use them for leverage. Mirage caught up quickly enough and began to try to crawl his way up over Hound's arm, and then to his chest plating where he poked, prodded and played with his pulley system, then his windshield. Once he got bored with that, he climbed the distance to Hound's head, sitting proudly on top of Hound's helm, clapping his hands and chirping loudly.
The scout chuckled softly and kept his hands close to his head to hold onto the sparkling just in case. "Ready to go back to the Ark?" Hound asked when Mirage looked positively bored with his new position, but the sparkling wasn't ready to go back into the Ark just yet.
Hound helped the sparkling down and set him on the ground, where the baby spy managed to stand still, looking ready to dash away to explore this barren, rocky place. "Okay, we'll take a walk, just let me get Prowl," Hound said, chuckling softly at the excited clicks and chirps Mirage produced in response.
Prowl woke from his little nap almost as soon as Hound touched him, and allowed Hound to pick him up while the green mech folded the blanket and put it away on his compartment. With Prowl safely on his arm, Hound took one of Mirage's diminutive hands and allowed the sparkling to lead him around in his exploration. Prowl wiggled on Hound's arms, wanting to be put down so he could explore, too. "Down!"
Knowing the baby tactician couldn't stand up on his own, Hound set Prowl down and helped him to his feet, holding him by his hand, and pretty much dragged the sparkling around with him and Mirage. Prowl gave little steps, really unbalanced and clumsy since he was being held by his hand, rather than clinging to Hound's leg like he'd do with Jazz.
Still, Prowl was happily enjoying the little stroll, being led by Hound who was being led around by Mirage. The scout never though the sparkling spy could possibly be this adventurous, but he was happy to indulge him even if Prowl was quickly beginning to get tired, trying to keep up with Mirage's trotting.
"Careful there, Mirage, we don't want to make Prowl fall, now do we?" Hound grinned down to both sparklings, and Mirage slowed down a little, clicking and chirping happily. Prowl fluttered his door wings happily and in relief, now that the pace had slowed down. "Hound!" He said, patting his hand with his free little white hand, then pointed towards the familiar form of a certain saboteur. "Jass!"
"It's what I see." Hound grinned and steered Mirage on Jazz's direction, the baby Ligier clicked and tried to trot faster towards the newcomer. Prowl, tried to quicken his pace, too, but wasn't very successful on that endeavor.
Regardless, Jazz grinned and smiled, watching Prowl cling to Hound's leg with his free hand, taking the last steps to him. The scout released his hold on Prowl's hand, and the sparkling tried to walk the insignificant two steps to Jazz, but after he tried to leave the stability offered by Hound's leg, he was pulled back by the weight of his wings and almost fell back, or he would have, if Jazz's hands hadn't caught him just in time.
Prowl frowned cutely, and his door wings drooped so much they were almost flat against his back, the baby Datsun whimpered softly, as a pout took over his face. Hound mentally winced and was about to cover Mirage's audio sensors, expecting Prowl to burst into a fit of loud, audio shattering cries. Thankfully, Jazz gathered the sparkling in his arms and began to soothe and comfort the frustrated Prowl.
Mirage clicked sadly and patted Jazz's leg, chirping worriedly and looking up from Jazz to Prowl. "He's all right, 'Raj," Jazz whispered gently to the baby Ligier and stroked his helm's crest gently. "He's just frustrated."
Hound picked Mirage, nuzzling his stuck-as-sparkling mate gently. Mirage chirped at Prowl, reaching a little black hand to pat his friend's own helm's crest. Prowl's door wings raised up a little again, and he reached to pat Mirage's head, too. Soon enough Prowl seemed content enough and cuddled against Jazz, his wings fluttering happily as the saboteur tickled the sparkling, plastering little kisses around the baby Datsun's face until the sparkling laughed and squirmed in glee. "Thanks for watchin' him over, Hound."
"It was no problem, Jazz." the scout smiled and stroked Prowl's helm gently before he excused himself and made his way back to his and Mirage's quarters with the sparkling in his arms. "Now that was interesting, don't you think?"
Mirage looked up at Hound and merely wiggled in his arms to get himself comfortable, giving the other mech the look. "Yes, yes. I'll give you your energon and then you can have your beauty sleep." Hound chuckled with amusement as Mirage clicked happily and cuddled better against his chest plating, having worn himself out with all that trekking.