There be sparklings in here.
Title: Cold
Rating: G
Warnings: You might gain a fluffy afro after reading this.
Pairings: Implied Ironhide x Ratchet and Hound x Mirage.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Hound, Mirage, Ratchet. Mention of Ironhide and Optimus Prime, Summary: A little bot is cold. Another little bot has to find a way to keep the cold away.
Notes: Picking up from A Beacon of Hope, just some quick, pointless, little fluffy piece for mmouse15 because I say so. And because I needed me some fluff.
The chirps weren't nearly as melodic as he was used to, in fact, they sounded almost pitiful. Prowl wasn't sure why the other sparkling was being so particularly noisy while laying on his front over the ground, and ignoring his playthings.
The black and white sparkling looked around, tilting his head as he watched his appointed care takers and guardians talk amongst themselves in one corner of the room, drinking something bright and pink from an oddly shaped receptacle. It wasn't unusual for Hound and Mirage to spend their time chatting while keeping an eye on their two little charges, but this time it seemed they were too engrossed in their chat to pay much attention to the unhappy trills of the silvery sparkling.
Prowl's little projections coming from his back flickered lightly as he diverted his attention back to the blocks he was playing with. Hound put them together using some odd organic materials and Mirage had skillfully carved shapes and glyphs on the sides of each cube, allowing him to identify each cube individually.
He shivered when he felt the temperature in the room dropping a little more than usual, and the pitiful chirps began anew. The black and white sparkling cast a glance at his playmate, watching Jazz's little silvery form begin to tremble so hard that the loose plates of his developing armor were beginning to rattle against each other and other internal components. Prowl had seen this behavior from Jazz before, and he remembered the big black mech called Ironhide use a word to describe what Jazz was feeling: cold. Jazz was cold.
Prowl abandoned his toys and crawled to the silvery sparkling, watching Jazz tremble more and more violently, his chirps subsided and were replaced by weak, broken clicks, punctuating the sparkling was really not feeling well. Prowl's little claw-tipped hand lay on Jazz's helm, but he squeaked and pulled his hand back, startled by just how unpleasantly cold Jazz's plating was. The black and white sparkling knew right then that his friend needed help, and he had to find a way to fight back that cold that always seemed to trouble Jazz when night approached.
Prowl began to crawl towards Hound and Mirage and clicked at them, trying to get their attention. Hound seemed to notice him, and gently picked him up, sitting him on his thigh while he continued his chat with Mirage. Prowl frowned and flicked the stubby protrusions on his back in annoyance, he wasn't the one who needed to be picked up and held against a warm body. Not that he didn't like it, the room was getting colder than Prowl had ever felt, and he was most definitely welcoming the gentle rumble of Hound's engine producing warmth that the green plating transferred to him.
Still! Jazz was cold and he needed the warmth more than Prowl did. The sparkling chirruped and cooed softly, trying to grasp Hound's or Mirage's attention again, which he managed successfully after he began to bounce on Hound's leg.
"Is there something wrong, my young lord?" Mirage asked softly. Prowl pointed a white finger towards the middle of the room where Jazz was laying down, face pressed against the ground and little frame trembling visibly. Mirage gasped and immediately sprung from his seat, rushing to pick the silvery bitlet. "Hound, he's so cold! Get Ratchet here immediately!"
Hound nodded and set Prowl down by Mirage as he rushed out of the room in search for Jazz's co-creator, while the midnight blue sports car held the shivering sparkling to his chest, engine revving rather loudly as he tried to warm up the little one some more, all the while berating himself under his breath for his carelessness.
Prowl watched Mirage hold little Jazz, and the silvery sparkling chirped weakly, curling up against the warmth of the adult mech. Prowl looked around the room in search of something he could use to help to warm up his playmate. Suddenly, Prowl's little projections raised up and fluttered in realization, and the black and white sparkling crawled away towards the entrance of the room, where a trunk of sorts was pressed against the wall. Prowl remembered Ironhide had tucked Jazz's blanket in the trunk when he left the little bundle of silvery parts under Mirage's and Hound's care.
It took a lot of effort for him to reach the trunk's lid, let alone push it open, but he managed the task and literally dove into the trunk, disappearing inside and intent on finding the warm, snuggly blanket.
Ratchet arrived shortly after and all but dashed to gather Jazz in his arms, his own engine revving loudly to generate more warmth for his still somewhat listless sparkling.
"My apologies, Ratchet. I should have paid more attention." Mirage bowed his head, ashamed.
"Don't be. He'll be fine, he just needs to warm up." Ratchet stroked his sparkling's helm gently, smiling a little as jazz chirped a little louder as his body began to warm up. The Hummer looked down at his foot when he felt a little hand patting it and couldn't help but smile when Prowl looked up at him after gaining his attention, holding up a fistful of blanket for him to take. "Thank you, Prowl. That's very kind of you." Ratchet smiled and knelt down to accept the blanket setting Jazz down gently on it.
Jazz cooed and snuggled against his blanket, though he trembled again once Ratchet's arms broke contact with his little frame. Prowl saw this and crawled onto the blanket and wrapped his little arms around Jazz as much as he could, trying to do as he saw the adult mechs do to warm up Jazz. Ratchet couldn't hold back the soft chuckle, and even Mirage's lip components curved in a little smile at the tender and noble action, Prowl was truly their Prime's child.
Jazz cooed again, snuggling against his friend and his blanket, and Ratchet wrapped both sparklings gently on the blanket, picking them up against his chest to continue transferring warmth to Jazz's frame. The silvery sparkling snuggled more against his playmate and powered down his optics, feeling warm and snuggly, and ready for a light recharge. Prowl frowned when he realized Jazz was recharging now and he looked up at Ratchet with an inquisitive glance.
"Sorry Prowl, I think you're stuck with him for the time being." the medic stroked the sparkling's white helm and laughed a little as Prowl scowled, and glared at the sleeping Jazz then looked at his half built tower of blocks. With a resigned chirp Prowl snuggled against Jazz and powered down his own optics, intending to follow Jazz's lead.
"I think Prowl might have to stay the night with us," Ratchet murmured as he watched the now sleeping sparklings.
"I'm certain Lord Prime would have no objections," Mirage and Hound reassured and watched their charge nuzzle one of the projections on Jazz's helm with his cheek while deeply in recharge.
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Notes x 2: I am a firm believer if Mirage called Prime as 'Lord Prime' he would extend the 'title' to his offspring, thus Mirage always refers to Prowl as 'lord'. I think probably all of Prowl's guardians would.
Rating: G
Warnings: You might gain a fluffy afro after reading this.
Pairings: Implied Ironhide x Ratchet and Hound x Mirage.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Hound, Mirage, Ratchet. Mention of Ironhide and Optimus Prime, Summary: A little bot is cold. Another little bot has to find a way to keep the cold away.
Notes: Picking up from A Beacon of Hope, just some quick, pointless, little fluffy piece for mmouse15 because I say so. And because I needed me some fluff.
The chirps weren't nearly as melodic as he was used to, in fact, they sounded almost pitiful. Prowl wasn't sure why the other sparkling was being so particularly noisy while laying on his front over the ground, and ignoring his playthings.
The black and white sparkling looked around, tilting his head as he watched his appointed care takers and guardians talk amongst themselves in one corner of the room, drinking something bright and pink from an oddly shaped receptacle. It wasn't unusual for Hound and Mirage to spend their time chatting while keeping an eye on their two little charges, but this time it seemed they were too engrossed in their chat to pay much attention to the unhappy trills of the silvery sparkling.
Prowl's little projections coming from his back flickered lightly as he diverted his attention back to the blocks he was playing with. Hound put them together using some odd organic materials and Mirage had skillfully carved shapes and glyphs on the sides of each cube, allowing him to identify each cube individually.
He shivered when he felt the temperature in the room dropping a little more than usual, and the pitiful chirps began anew. The black and white sparkling cast a glance at his playmate, watching Jazz's little silvery form begin to tremble so hard that the loose plates of his developing armor were beginning to rattle against each other and other internal components. Prowl had seen this behavior from Jazz before, and he remembered the big black mech called Ironhide use a word to describe what Jazz was feeling: cold. Jazz was cold.
Prowl abandoned his toys and crawled to the silvery sparkling, watching Jazz tremble more and more violently, his chirps subsided and were replaced by weak, broken clicks, punctuating the sparkling was really not feeling well. Prowl's little claw-tipped hand lay on Jazz's helm, but he squeaked and pulled his hand back, startled by just how unpleasantly cold Jazz's plating was. The black and white sparkling knew right then that his friend needed help, and he had to find a way to fight back that cold that always seemed to trouble Jazz when night approached.
Prowl began to crawl towards Hound and Mirage and clicked at them, trying to get their attention. Hound seemed to notice him, and gently picked him up, sitting him on his thigh while he continued his chat with Mirage. Prowl frowned and flicked the stubby protrusions on his back in annoyance, he wasn't the one who needed to be picked up and held against a warm body. Not that he didn't like it, the room was getting colder than Prowl had ever felt, and he was most definitely welcoming the gentle rumble of Hound's engine producing warmth that the green plating transferred to him.
Still! Jazz was cold and he needed the warmth more than Prowl did. The sparkling chirruped and cooed softly, trying to grasp Hound's or Mirage's attention again, which he managed successfully after he began to bounce on Hound's leg.
"Is there something wrong, my young lord?" Mirage asked softly. Prowl pointed a white finger towards the middle of the room where Jazz was laying down, face pressed against the ground and little frame trembling visibly. Mirage gasped and immediately sprung from his seat, rushing to pick the silvery bitlet. "Hound, he's so cold! Get Ratchet here immediately!"
Hound nodded and set Prowl down by Mirage as he rushed out of the room in search for Jazz's co-creator, while the midnight blue sports car held the shivering sparkling to his chest, engine revving rather loudly as he tried to warm up the little one some more, all the while berating himself under his breath for his carelessness.
Prowl watched Mirage hold little Jazz, and the silvery sparkling chirped weakly, curling up against the warmth of the adult mech. Prowl looked around the room in search of something he could use to help to warm up his playmate. Suddenly, Prowl's little projections raised up and fluttered in realization, and the black and white sparkling crawled away towards the entrance of the room, where a trunk of sorts was pressed against the wall. Prowl remembered Ironhide had tucked Jazz's blanket in the trunk when he left the little bundle of silvery parts under Mirage's and Hound's care.
It took a lot of effort for him to reach the trunk's lid, let alone push it open, but he managed the task and literally dove into the trunk, disappearing inside and intent on finding the warm, snuggly blanket.
Ratchet arrived shortly after and all but dashed to gather Jazz in his arms, his own engine revving loudly to generate more warmth for his still somewhat listless sparkling.
"My apologies, Ratchet. I should have paid more attention." Mirage bowed his head, ashamed.
"Don't be. He'll be fine, he just needs to warm up." Ratchet stroked his sparkling's helm gently, smiling a little as jazz chirped a little louder as his body began to warm up. The Hummer looked down at his foot when he felt a little hand patting it and couldn't help but smile when Prowl looked up at him after gaining his attention, holding up a fistful of blanket for him to take. "Thank you, Prowl. That's very kind of you." Ratchet smiled and knelt down to accept the blanket setting Jazz down gently on it.
Jazz cooed and snuggled against his blanket, though he trembled again once Ratchet's arms broke contact with his little frame. Prowl saw this and crawled onto the blanket and wrapped his little arms around Jazz as much as he could, trying to do as he saw the adult mechs do to warm up Jazz. Ratchet couldn't hold back the soft chuckle, and even Mirage's lip components curved in a little smile at the tender and noble action, Prowl was truly their Prime's child.
Jazz cooed again, snuggling against his friend and his blanket, and Ratchet wrapped both sparklings gently on the blanket, picking them up against his chest to continue transferring warmth to Jazz's frame. The silvery sparkling snuggled more against his playmate and powered down his optics, feeling warm and snuggly, and ready for a light recharge. Prowl frowned when he realized Jazz was recharging now and he looked up at Ratchet with an inquisitive glance.
"Sorry Prowl, I think you're stuck with him for the time being." the medic stroked the sparkling's white helm and laughed a little as Prowl scowled, and glared at the sleeping Jazz then looked at his half built tower of blocks. With a resigned chirp Prowl snuggled against Jazz and powered down his own optics, intending to follow Jazz's lead.
"I think Prowl might have to stay the night with us," Ratchet murmured as he watched the now sleeping sparklings.
"I'm certain Lord Prime would have no objections," Mirage and Hound reassured and watched their charge nuzzle one of the projections on Jazz's helm with his cheek while deeply in recharge.
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Notes x 2: I am a firm believer if Mirage called Prime as 'Lord Prime' he would extend the 'title' to his offspring, thus Mirage always refers to Prowl as 'lord'. I think probably all of Prowl's guardians would.