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Title: Honey, Prime, I shrunk the Kids Officers!
Chapter: Chapter 21 - Have You Seen her Jazz Dressed In Blue?
Rating: PG 13 - Humor/Angst.
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: This one turned out to be a little angsty, but it's still full of Prowl being cute and fluffy. Dedicated to cave_cat because she needs the hugs and the fluff.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for her help with the baby speech.
Watching the sparkling Prowl recharge had become an activity Jazz actually looked forward to. Even if just for a short nap, watching Prowl, the unflappable, seemingly emotionless, cold and logic tactician recharge with his little aft propped up in the air, with one fist partly disappearing into his mouth, and his door wings flopped at his sides was a treat for the saboteur.
Nobody, not even Jazz, could ever think about Prowl equating to being such cute sparkling, but he was, and Jazz was now actually thankful he had this chance to see what Prowl had been like as a sparkling. The Porsche was going to miss the sight of the baby Datsun curled on the berth, peacefully in recharge, dreaming of only Primus knew what.
It was a bit of a conflictive emotion, Jazz admitted. He missed his Prowl, the adult mech that could be all business and proper in a moment, then a loving, passionate and mischievous mate towards him in the next. But Jazz also fell in love with this side of Prowl he never could begin to picture in his CPU. The Prowl that was a shameless, curious sparkling. There was much of the adult Prowl that he could see in the baby tactician, but completely raw, unobscured by whatever preconceptions or self restrains the adult Datsun set upon himself.
It was a look into Prowl at his very basics, his unadulterated essence, the Prowl that could have been, the Prowl that maybe still was, hidden underneath the layers of protocol and self restrain, of morality or the socially acceptable.
Jazz remembered a saying humans had about children being the brutally honest. They had no self restrains, they said things as they saw them, even if already by then their thoughts and perceptions were already influenced by third parties. The sparkling Prowl was similar in that regard. Prowl without the restrains the adult self consciousness provided. He wasn't malicious, but he didn't have the strong sense of right and wrong. He acted according to what felt right to him, rather than what external influences dictated.
Little, innocent Prowl found nothing wrong in calling Sunstreaker 'Slagger', and found no wrong in berating the mini bots when something they did upset him or his sparkling friends. The adult Prowl would do the same, yes, but with different words, with a different approach. He'd bee-line around the problem, while the sparkling took the direct route.
It was this comparative what made Jazz realize how similar yet so very different Prowl was to the sparkling he once was. At the same time, it helped the Porsche to see how much Prowl had regained of that sparkling since they became mates. Prowl wasn't quite as prude around Jazz, he let himself go more often, and in private, the Datsun denied nothing to him. Jazz smiled sadly, thinking about the napkin the baby tactician gave him when he asked if the sparkling got him a souvenir, then looked over to a rack on the wall above the headrest of their berth, to a record Prowl acquired for him in one of his diplomatic missions. "Ya brought me a souvenir, Prowler?" Jazz asked in jest when Prowl returned from that trip, and much to his surprise, Prowl produced a record of one of Jazz's favorite bands.
The saboteur took a seat on the berth next to the sparkling, careful not to disturb his rest, and allowed himself to remember more fond memories about Prowl, from their first interactions to times when Prowl was there to hold the saboteur close when the weight of the work he did as a special operations agent took a toll on him. To the times they argued and debated, to the apologies and make ups, to the times when they could just spend a few moments together holding each other, when the battles ragged and desperate good bye kisses were exchanged, fearing that could be their last kiss. To the passionate intimacy they shared, the times when Prowl would crack that rare joke, the times when all Prowl would do was to hold his hand in a silent 'I love you'.
Jazz held back a sigh, drawing his knees up to his chest plates, feeling very lonely all of sudden. He wondered if the other 'bots were feeling the same way, if they missed their adult mates as much as he did. In rare moments like these, when Jazz felt so vulnerable, and when the cheerful saboteur was no more, Prowl's arms would wrap around him, holding him close, letting him know through his proximity there was someone there for him. Right now, Jazz wanted so badly to feel Prowl's arms around him.
What he did not expect was to feel arms wrapping, or trying to, around him. Little arms that couldn't even fully encircle Jazz's relatively slim waist, but that still tried nonetheless. Jazz looked down to see the sparkling Prowl looking up to him with big blue optics full of concern, supporting half of his weight against Jazz's hip while his little arms encircled his middle.
"Jass 'kay?" Prowl asked and his door wings drooped visibly, sensing, perhaps through their bond, that Jazz was not feeling well. The Porsche smiled sadly and reached to stroke the sparkling's cheek. "I'm okay, I just miss Prowl, that's all."
Jazz realized a little too late that he was talking with Prowl, and the sparkling tilted his head with a cute, absolutely confused expression.
"Powl?" the baby Datsun asked, pointing to himself.
"I mean the adult Prowl," Prowl frowned cutely again. Who was this other Prowl 'Jass' was talking about? "Powl?" the sparkling asked again, pointing to himself.
Jazz couldn't help but chuckle softly and pick the sparkling, "Yes, yer Prowl, too. Ya just need ta grow up a little so I can smooch ya properly." Jazz grinned and stroked a finger under the sparkling's nose, prompting Prowl to try to bat his hand away because it tickled. The saboteur laughed and hugged the sparkling close, nuzzling his cheek. "Ya are so cute, Prowler. Makin' it hard not t'want a sparklin' of our own when yer back to normal."
Prowl's door wings fluttered and he patted Jazz's face in that way the Porsche learned was Prowl's way to say 'yeah, you do that'. Jazz laughed again and caught the sparkling's tiny fingers on his mouth, nibbling playfully, feeling all his gloomy mood washed away by Prowl's innocent displays of affection and care. Even as a sparkling he had that effect on Jazz.
Prowl squealed and pulled his hand back, reaching for Jazz's face with his little hands, he opened his mouth and leaned forward, capturing the saboteur's nose. "Hey!" Jazz pulled Prowl away a little to keep his nose away from the sparkling. "Ya ain't goin' to be happy till you've put the whole contents o' the Ark in your mouth, are ya?"
Prowl merely tilted his head and proceeded to shove his own hand into his mouth, as if to prove Jazz's point.
"A mech can't stay blue for long with ya 'round, ya know?"
"Bwu?" Prowl released his own fist and tilted his head, wondering why Jazz would be blue. "Bwu?" Prowl pointed to the thicker blue racing stripe on the saboteur's chest plates.
"It's an expression, Prowler," Jazz murmured affectionately, pressing a kiss to the golden crest on the sparkling's helm. "Jus' means I'm okay now."
Prowl's door wings rose a little and fluttered again. "Jass 'kay!" He threw his little arms up in the air, bringing a wide grin to the Porsche's lip components.
"Yep, let's get ya cleaned, some energon an' then some much needed rest. I swear to Primus I don't know how can ya handle all that behemoth of a work load." Jazz took the sparkling to their private wash rack.
When both Jazz and Prowl were washed, dried and fueled, Jazz laid on the berth with the sparkling nestled against his chest. Prowl curled up against Jazz, quickly falling into recharge, bringing his little fist to his mouth again as he slept. Jazz watched him recharge for a while, he was going to miss the sparkling, but he was also happy to know soon enough his mate would be back with him, and the innocent love shinning in his baby Datsun's optics would be matched by the tender love sparking on his tactician's optics.
And maybe, just maybe, conflict permitting, one day they could form a family of their own. With those hopeful thoughts, Jazz allowed himself to recharge, holding the sparkling Prowl close to his chest.
Chapter: Chapter 21 - Have You Seen her Jazz Dressed In Blue?
Rating: PG 13 - Humor/Angst.
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: This one turned out to be a little angsty, but it's still full of Prowl being cute and fluffy. Dedicated to cave_cat because she needs the hugs and the fluff.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for her help with the baby speech.
Watching the sparkling Prowl recharge had become an activity Jazz actually looked forward to. Even if just for a short nap, watching Prowl, the unflappable, seemingly emotionless, cold and logic tactician recharge with his little aft propped up in the air, with one fist partly disappearing into his mouth, and his door wings flopped at his sides was a treat for the saboteur.
Nobody, not even Jazz, could ever think about Prowl equating to being such cute sparkling, but he was, and Jazz was now actually thankful he had this chance to see what Prowl had been like as a sparkling. The Porsche was going to miss the sight of the baby Datsun curled on the berth, peacefully in recharge, dreaming of only Primus knew what.
It was a bit of a conflictive emotion, Jazz admitted. He missed his Prowl, the adult mech that could be all business and proper in a moment, then a loving, passionate and mischievous mate towards him in the next. But Jazz also fell in love with this side of Prowl he never could begin to picture in his CPU. The Prowl that was a shameless, curious sparkling. There was much of the adult Prowl that he could see in the baby tactician, but completely raw, unobscured by whatever preconceptions or self restrains the adult Datsun set upon himself.
It was a look into Prowl at his very basics, his unadulterated essence, the Prowl that could have been, the Prowl that maybe still was, hidden underneath the layers of protocol and self restrain, of morality or the socially acceptable.
Jazz remembered a saying humans had about children being the brutally honest. They had no self restrains, they said things as they saw them, even if already by then their thoughts and perceptions were already influenced by third parties. The sparkling Prowl was similar in that regard. Prowl without the restrains the adult self consciousness provided. He wasn't malicious, but he didn't have the strong sense of right and wrong. He acted according to what felt right to him, rather than what external influences dictated.
Little, innocent Prowl found nothing wrong in calling Sunstreaker 'Slagger', and found no wrong in berating the mini bots when something they did upset him or his sparkling friends. The adult Prowl would do the same, yes, but with different words, with a different approach. He'd bee-line around the problem, while the sparkling took the direct route.
It was this comparative what made Jazz realize how similar yet so very different Prowl was to the sparkling he once was. At the same time, it helped the Porsche to see how much Prowl had regained of that sparkling since they became mates. Prowl wasn't quite as prude around Jazz, he let himself go more often, and in private, the Datsun denied nothing to him. Jazz smiled sadly, thinking about the napkin the baby tactician gave him when he asked if the sparkling got him a souvenir, then looked over to a rack on the wall above the headrest of their berth, to a record Prowl acquired for him in one of his diplomatic missions. "Ya brought me a souvenir, Prowler?" Jazz asked in jest when Prowl returned from that trip, and much to his surprise, Prowl produced a record of one of Jazz's favorite bands.
The saboteur took a seat on the berth next to the sparkling, careful not to disturb his rest, and allowed himself to remember more fond memories about Prowl, from their first interactions to times when Prowl was there to hold the saboteur close when the weight of the work he did as a special operations agent took a toll on him. To the times they argued and debated, to the apologies and make ups, to the times when they could just spend a few moments together holding each other, when the battles ragged and desperate good bye kisses were exchanged, fearing that could be their last kiss. To the passionate intimacy they shared, the times when Prowl would crack that rare joke, the times when all Prowl would do was to hold his hand in a silent 'I love you'.
Jazz held back a sigh, drawing his knees up to his chest plates, feeling very lonely all of sudden. He wondered if the other 'bots were feeling the same way, if they missed their adult mates as much as he did. In rare moments like these, when Jazz felt so vulnerable, and when the cheerful saboteur was no more, Prowl's arms would wrap around him, holding him close, letting him know through his proximity there was someone there for him. Right now, Jazz wanted so badly to feel Prowl's arms around him.
What he did not expect was to feel arms wrapping, or trying to, around him. Little arms that couldn't even fully encircle Jazz's relatively slim waist, but that still tried nonetheless. Jazz looked down to see the sparkling Prowl looking up to him with big blue optics full of concern, supporting half of his weight against Jazz's hip while his little arms encircled his middle.
"Jass 'kay?" Prowl asked and his door wings drooped visibly, sensing, perhaps through their bond, that Jazz was not feeling well. The Porsche smiled sadly and reached to stroke the sparkling's cheek. "I'm okay, I just miss Prowl, that's all."
Jazz realized a little too late that he was talking with Prowl, and the sparkling tilted his head with a cute, absolutely confused expression.
"Powl?" the baby Datsun asked, pointing to himself.
"I mean the adult Prowl," Prowl frowned cutely again. Who was this other Prowl 'Jass' was talking about? "Powl?" the sparkling asked again, pointing to himself.
Jazz couldn't help but chuckle softly and pick the sparkling, "Yes, yer Prowl, too. Ya just need ta grow up a little so I can smooch ya properly." Jazz grinned and stroked a finger under the sparkling's nose, prompting Prowl to try to bat his hand away because it tickled. The saboteur laughed and hugged the sparkling close, nuzzling his cheek. "Ya are so cute, Prowler. Makin' it hard not t'want a sparklin' of our own when yer back to normal."
Prowl's door wings fluttered and he patted Jazz's face in that way the Porsche learned was Prowl's way to say 'yeah, you do that'. Jazz laughed again and caught the sparkling's tiny fingers on his mouth, nibbling playfully, feeling all his gloomy mood washed away by Prowl's innocent displays of affection and care. Even as a sparkling he had that effect on Jazz.
Prowl squealed and pulled his hand back, reaching for Jazz's face with his little hands, he opened his mouth and leaned forward, capturing the saboteur's nose. "Hey!" Jazz pulled Prowl away a little to keep his nose away from the sparkling. "Ya ain't goin' to be happy till you've put the whole contents o' the Ark in your mouth, are ya?"
Prowl merely tilted his head and proceeded to shove his own hand into his mouth, as if to prove Jazz's point.
"A mech can't stay blue for long with ya 'round, ya know?"
"Bwu?" Prowl released his own fist and tilted his head, wondering why Jazz would be blue. "Bwu?" Prowl pointed to the thicker blue racing stripe on the saboteur's chest plates.
"It's an expression, Prowler," Jazz murmured affectionately, pressing a kiss to the golden crest on the sparkling's helm. "Jus' means I'm okay now."
Prowl's door wings rose a little and fluttered again. "Jass 'kay!" He threw his little arms up in the air, bringing a wide grin to the Porsche's lip components.
"Yep, let's get ya cleaned, some energon an' then some much needed rest. I swear to Primus I don't know how can ya handle all that behemoth of a work load." Jazz took the sparkling to their private wash rack.
When both Jazz and Prowl were washed, dried and fueled, Jazz laid on the berth with the sparkling nestled against his chest. Prowl curled up against Jazz, quickly falling into recharge, bringing his little fist to his mouth again as he slept. Jazz watched him recharge for a while, he was going to miss the sparkling, but he was also happy to know soon enough his mate would be back with him, and the innocent love shinning in his baby Datsun's optics would be matched by the tender love sparking on his tactician's optics.
And maybe, just maybe, conflict permitting, one day they could form a family of their own. With those hopeful thoughts, Jazz allowed himself to recharge, holding the sparkling Prowl close to his chest.