Obssessed Much
Title: A Hornet's Dance.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff, and yellow insects that are not Bumblebees.
Pairings: Were!Prowl x Vampire!Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak.
Summary: You don't appreciate the simple things of life until they're taken away from you. Jazz and Prowl make sure their little one appreciates even the smallest of things in this alien planet that is their current home.
Notes: This is a 'what if' derived from Sanctuary, and possible follow up for Loved. It's not meant to be taken as part of that 'continuity' at all, and it's a gift for 'my spark carrier', because she needs the cutes.
Not Beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
If you'd like to add a bit of ambient, I'd recommend you to play the song Hornet Dance - Azaell Mix from the Inspiration playlist, as that's more or less what Jazz hums/whistles here.
There used to be days when Jazz could afford to spend long hours under the warmth of the golden sun perched in the blue skies of this planet. Just laying down under the gentle rays of the sun warming up his plating nicely, not a single worry in his processor, allowing himself to forget for those precious hours they were at war.
That could no longer be since the moment Starscream's faulty experiment transformed him and Prowl into something so different. They were alien among their own kind in strange ways, but despite the changes suffered, they managed to make out the best out of the situation, and were even gifted the life of their precious sparkling.
Still, Jazz missed those times where he could so easily lay down under the warm sun and just forget about everything and anything. Being under the sun for long periods of time was no longer an option to him, and he knew all too well of the consequences of testing his new limits. The chipped, burned paint and subsequent cooling baths were not fun, and seeing how his carelessness had put Prowl in such a state of raw panic hurt a lot more than the burns. Even in that feral state, Prowl tried to remain calm, but his body language betrayed his facade all too easily. Another reminder of how different they were now, Prowl lost control so much easily now, and that only enraged him more.
Jazz had given up on having more of those times, although he was given the clear to be in the outside for a couple of hours, he didn't wish to risk more than half an hour of that sun bathing, and even that got uncomfortable real quick in the desert during the hot summers. Jazz's limitations only served to fuel Prowl's emotions, and his rage towards Starscream was visible for all to see any time they saw battle. But over time, they adapted and made the most out of what benefits their new forms gave them. Jazz was not ashamed to admit he had enjoyed some of the new abilities he gained, and would be hard pressed to choose if he was offered to exchange them in favor of that precious sunlight no longer overheating him so fast.
With Bluestreak's creation, both Prowl and Jazz decided they wanted their little one to experience all the wonderful things this planet could offer, and after several strict controls with Ratchet, their sparkling was given the clear to be taken out of the Ark. Skyfire insisted to take them to wherever they wanted to take Bluestreak to, if only to give Jazz a longer period of time to enjoy under the sun with his sparkling, keeping himself on his alternate mode where the pool with special coolant was ready for Jazz whenever he'd need it.
Both Porsche and Datsun had planned together the best place to go, somewhere with trees big and lush enough for them, where they could take Bluestreak to enjoy the beauties of the organic life. Hound had been helpful in finding a place that would fit the family's necessities, and with Optimus Prime's permission and Ratchet's clear, Skyfire took the unusual family unit to an open field bordered with trees.
The field was full of wild flowers and a few trees bearing fruit, bushes full of wild berries and insects hard at work zooming around the fields. Jazz thanked Skyfire who waited for them on the most barren section of the terrain as both parents made their way through the fields with their little one on his daddy's arms. The taller grass could barely hide their feet at worst, but the rustling sounds they made as they moved towards a patch of trees grabbed the sparkling's attention immediately. Bluestreak had never seen these blue skies so open and peppered with white cotton-like clouds, this much green that moved and rustled, and the bright patches of color of the different flowers. Jazz laughed softly, watching Bluestreak's head turn around to see all the new things in this place that seemed intend in overloading his senses. His little ears flickered, drooped and perked up constantly, just as his optics seemed unable to focus on one thing at a time.
"Easy, baby," Jazz murmured tenderly, capturing his son's attention, relaxing him as he was no longer torn between what he should focus on. Bluestreak's little tail flickered and his big blue optics stared up at Jazz with that look of infinite adoration and absolute trust. Jazz felt humbled every single day his sparkling onlined and looked at him with those beautiful optics, to know this little creature he and his mate had unexpectedly created trusted them both completely and loved them unconditionally, without judging either for any choices or deeds performed during the years. Jazz loved Bluestreak as much as he loved Prowl, and he knew his mate felt the same way.
Bluestreak chirruped up at him in a questioning tone, little tail flickering again along with his diminutive sensory panels. "We're in a valley, baby," Jazz murmured again, stroking his sparklings helm gently as he eased himself down under the shade of a lush tree. Prowl sat next to them, setting a container next to them with snacks for him to consume, since he knew he'd be the one his mate and child would feed from later through the cycle. His own ears were flickering, catching in all the sounds of nature just as his sparkling did.
Bluestreak chirruped again as he was turned around to sit on Jazz's lap, cooing and twitching his little wings as he was brought much closer to those long and thin spears of bright green, little claw tipped hands reached to bat at the grass, making him flinch at the ticklish sensation. Prowl laughed softly, earning Bluestreak's attention who was now holding his hands up against his chest plates, unsure whether to touch the grass again or not. "It's grass, Blue," Prowl said softly and carefully reached to pluck a diminutive straw of some plant crowned at the top with some fluffy material. Held carefully between two fingertips, the straw was brought to the sparklings hands, and Prowl flickered the tip over the sparkling's little fingers, earning another surprised jump and then a curious chirp.
Prowl's smile widened a little, allowing his sharp fangs to peek through. A sight that most other infants would have found terrifying perhaps, but that inspired no fear in the little sparkling. "See? It's harmless." Bluestreak smiled and his little ears flickered again, reaching with clumsy fingers to brush against the straw, giggling at how funny it felt. He pulled his hand back to his chest again, smiling up to his parents with a questioning glance, as if asking 'daddy, can I touch it again?'. Jazz nodded and watched Bluestreak reach against the straw, giggling and cooing until he finally pried it from his father's grasp, curious fingers maneuvering the object before he waved it around with a happy trill, trying to tickle the air with it.
Jazz laughed loud and long, reveling in the happiness and excitement he could feel in his spark flowing through the bond they shared with the sparkling. Bluestreak played with his straw for a while until the object no longer interested him. Instead of dropping it or tossing it away, the sparkling chirped to his daddy, offering him the straw so he could play with it instead. The Porsche grinned and accepted the straw, casually rolling it between his fingers while Bluestreak looked for something else to focus his attention in.
Prowl reached to brush his white clawed fingers along a nearby bush full of berries, and couldn't help but pluck one with utmost care. He brought the bright fruit close to his nose, allowing his sharper olfactory sensors to breathe in the faint tangy scent of the fruit. Bluestreak watched him do this and he tried to climb into his father's lap to get a look of the berry. Prowl lowered his hand, offering the berry to his sparkling. It was so diminutive, that if it wasn't because Prowl's hand was white and the berry so bright, one could have easily miss it. The berry was still too tiny when compared with Bluestreak's hand but the tiny size only made Bluestreak more curious about it. He reached to take the fruit and closed his fist around the berry, crushing it.
Bluestreak blinked a few times when he felt the solid object suddenly become something moist, he brought his hand up to his face, confusion plastered all over his youthful face plates as he inspected the reddish juice that was now decorating his hand where a berry used to be. He frowned in confusion, ears flattening against his helm as he looked up to Prowl again and chirped, demanding another berry.
Prowl obliged the sparkling and plucked another berry from the nearby bush, carefully holding it between the tips of two claws to deposit the berry on Bluestreak's outstretched hand. The sparkling's sensory panels raised along with his perking ears, before he closed his fist over the fruit again, jumping again as he opened his fist and found yet another mess. Why couldn't he hold the berry just as good as his father? Bluestreak looked at his messy hand and clicked softly before he looked up at his father, optics flickering in a way Prowl knew meant Bluestreak was upset.
"Oh, Blue," Jazz cooed as Bluestreak began to cry, unhappy he kept smashing the little berries. Jazz brought his sparkling up against his chest, nuzzling his helm and stroking his back right in between his sensory panels.
"Do not cry, Bluestreak," Prowl murmured gently, stroking one of Bluestreak's little ears. "Berries are delicate and you're still too young to know your strength." Bluestreak didn't understand a word of what his father was saying, but he understood the comforting tone, reducing his crying to little sobs.
Jazz began to hum softly for their sparkling, using a little trick he learned from their human friends. Although, he had to modify it a little to work with the way their own conduits and intakes worked, he produced a sound that skirted between a whistle and a flute. Bluestreak's little ears flickered at the sound and he stopped crying, pushing against Jazz's chest to look at his daddy as Jazz produced the cheerful notes, enthralled by his daddy's ability to make those fun sounds.
Once Bluestreak was calm again Jazz handed the sparkling to Prowl and reached for his diminutive hands, brushing the tip of a claw against one of the messy palms, earning a long string of giggles and chirrups from the sparkling. "Ya know, I think humans drink these things," he said casually, more to himself than to the infant, still he couldn't help himself and poked the claw tip to his sparkling's little nose, leaving a tiny drop of that berry's juice on the sparkling's nose. Bluestreak giggled and batted at Jazz's hand, reaching with his free hand to rub away that wet thing from his nose, earning spark felt laughter from his creators.
Prowl pulled a moist cloth from the small container he had brought along with him, carefully whipping his sparkling's fingers while Jazz growled playfully at their child, making the little bundle of parts laugh, chirp and click happily, his little tail all but wagging happily and sensory panels twitching with glee. Jazz sat back next to his mate, casually spotting something fluffy in the grassy fields. He couldn't help himself and reached all too carefully, with the precision of a surgeon, he plucked what looked like a flower made out of nothing but a sphere of fluffy things.
"A Dandelion." Prowl said, pointing at the incredibly tiny thing held in his mate's claw tips. Jazz nodded, remembering now what the flower's name was. It was currently in the last stage of its life, where the spores were ready to be carried by the wind. Bluestreak cooed and looked up curiously at the object, Jazz lowered the tiny flower for Bluestreak to get a better look.
The sparkling reached a finger to try to touch it, and as soon as the tip of his little claw brushed against the fluff, several spores broke free flying around. Bluestreak squealed and reared back in surprise, his ears perking up in surprise and his door wings flickering. Jazz smiled to his baby and carefully blew a gentle current of air sending the remaining spores flying in all possible directions, earning a coo of wonder from the sparkling.
Eventually the pair of black and whites decided to take a little stroll around the open field. Bluestreak watched everything his father pointed at, chirping, tweeting and warbling excitedly at all the many new things he was shown. Eventually, he found an insect that caught his attention, black and yellow, with bright reddish antennae. They reminded him of the mini bot Bumblebee.
"It's a hornet, Blue," Jazz murmured, following the hornet's flight with his keen optics, watching it stop every now and then just to go back to flight in search of prey.
Bluestreak wriggled a bit in his father's arms, wanting to reach and take hold of the flying insect. Once he did come close to grab the insect, but Prowl was quick to trap the insect in his own fist before the sparkling could. Carefully, he upturned his hand and released his fist to grant the hornet its freedom. The hornet, however, did not fly right away, instead lingered in the wide white palm, wings moving every now and then as if the insect was unsure whether it wanted to take flight or not. Bluestreak reached out again to try to hold it, but Prowl moved his hand out of the way, prompting the hornet to fly away.
Bluestreak whimpered and pouted, trying to reach to grab the hornet only to see it fly away. "They are delicate, Bluestreak," Prowl said, bringing a finger up to stroke the underside of the sparkling's pouty bottom lip. "Perhaps when you're older, but right now you'd hurt it."
Bluestreak still didn't understand what his father was saying, but understood the gentle admonishment, the insect was off-limits to him for one reason or another, so he let it go despite his disappointment. The hornet returned soon, dancing its way in interesting patterns every time the insect landed on any part of Prowl's or Jazz's chassis before taking flight again. Somehow the insect seemed to be avoiding Bluestreak but usually remained within his field of view, allowing the sparkling to watch it for a while before the hornet flew away, this time for good.
"Seems th'hornet was dancin' just for ya, baby." Jazz laughed softly stroking his sparkling's helm. Bluestreak chirruped and cooed under the gentle affections and began to bat his little wings, fluttering them like that bright insect did as it flew.
Both parents laughed at their little one's new found quirk, Jazz taking the small bundle of parts and cradling him gently against his chest as they continued their stroll.
By the time the Porsche and Datsun returned to Skyfire and Jazz took a preemptive bath of coolant solution, their sparkling was deeply in recharge, thoroughly exhausted after a day so full of excitement and new discoveries. The two black and whites decided the experience was worth repeating, and as Prowl helped to bathe Jazz while cradling Bluestreak on his arm, the pair began to plan where and when they'd take their sparkling to next.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, fluff and more fluff, and yellow insects that are not Bumblebees.
Pairings: Were!Prowl x Vampire!Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak.
Summary: You don't appreciate the simple things of life until they're taken away from you. Jazz and Prowl make sure their little one appreciates even the smallest of things in this alien planet that is their current home.
Notes: This is a 'what if' derived from Sanctuary, and possible follow up for Loved. It's not meant to be taken as part of that 'continuity' at all, and it's a gift for 'my spark carrier', because she needs the cutes.
Not Beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
If you'd like to add a bit of ambient, I'd recommend you to play the song Hornet Dance - Azaell Mix from the Inspiration playlist, as that's more or less what Jazz hums/whistles here.
There used to be days when Jazz could afford to spend long hours under the warmth of the golden sun perched in the blue skies of this planet. Just laying down under the gentle rays of the sun warming up his plating nicely, not a single worry in his processor, allowing himself to forget for those precious hours they were at war.
That could no longer be since the moment Starscream's faulty experiment transformed him and Prowl into something so different. They were alien among their own kind in strange ways, but despite the changes suffered, they managed to make out the best out of the situation, and were even gifted the life of their precious sparkling.
Still, Jazz missed those times where he could so easily lay down under the warm sun and just forget about everything and anything. Being under the sun for long periods of time was no longer an option to him, and he knew all too well of the consequences of testing his new limits. The chipped, burned paint and subsequent cooling baths were not fun, and seeing how his carelessness had put Prowl in such a state of raw panic hurt a lot more than the burns. Even in that feral state, Prowl tried to remain calm, but his body language betrayed his facade all too easily. Another reminder of how different they were now, Prowl lost control so much easily now, and that only enraged him more.
Jazz had given up on having more of those times, although he was given the clear to be in the outside for a couple of hours, he didn't wish to risk more than half an hour of that sun bathing, and even that got uncomfortable real quick in the desert during the hot summers. Jazz's limitations only served to fuel Prowl's emotions, and his rage towards Starscream was visible for all to see any time they saw battle. But over time, they adapted and made the most out of what benefits their new forms gave them. Jazz was not ashamed to admit he had enjoyed some of the new abilities he gained, and would be hard pressed to choose if he was offered to exchange them in favor of that precious sunlight no longer overheating him so fast.
With Bluestreak's creation, both Prowl and Jazz decided they wanted their little one to experience all the wonderful things this planet could offer, and after several strict controls with Ratchet, their sparkling was given the clear to be taken out of the Ark. Skyfire insisted to take them to wherever they wanted to take Bluestreak to, if only to give Jazz a longer period of time to enjoy under the sun with his sparkling, keeping himself on his alternate mode where the pool with special coolant was ready for Jazz whenever he'd need it.
Both Porsche and Datsun had planned together the best place to go, somewhere with trees big and lush enough for them, where they could take Bluestreak to enjoy the beauties of the organic life. Hound had been helpful in finding a place that would fit the family's necessities, and with Optimus Prime's permission and Ratchet's clear, Skyfire took the unusual family unit to an open field bordered with trees.
The field was full of wild flowers and a few trees bearing fruit, bushes full of wild berries and insects hard at work zooming around the fields. Jazz thanked Skyfire who waited for them on the most barren section of the terrain as both parents made their way through the fields with their little one on his daddy's arms. The taller grass could barely hide their feet at worst, but the rustling sounds they made as they moved towards a patch of trees grabbed the sparkling's attention immediately. Bluestreak had never seen these blue skies so open and peppered with white cotton-like clouds, this much green that moved and rustled, and the bright patches of color of the different flowers. Jazz laughed softly, watching Bluestreak's head turn around to see all the new things in this place that seemed intend in overloading his senses. His little ears flickered, drooped and perked up constantly, just as his optics seemed unable to focus on one thing at a time.
"Easy, baby," Jazz murmured tenderly, capturing his son's attention, relaxing him as he was no longer torn between what he should focus on. Bluestreak's little tail flickered and his big blue optics stared up at Jazz with that look of infinite adoration and absolute trust. Jazz felt humbled every single day his sparkling onlined and looked at him with those beautiful optics, to know this little creature he and his mate had unexpectedly created trusted them both completely and loved them unconditionally, without judging either for any choices or deeds performed during the years. Jazz loved Bluestreak as much as he loved Prowl, and he knew his mate felt the same way.
Bluestreak chirruped up at him in a questioning tone, little tail flickering again along with his diminutive sensory panels. "We're in a valley, baby," Jazz murmured again, stroking his sparklings helm gently as he eased himself down under the shade of a lush tree. Prowl sat next to them, setting a container next to them with snacks for him to consume, since he knew he'd be the one his mate and child would feed from later through the cycle. His own ears were flickering, catching in all the sounds of nature just as his sparkling did.
Bluestreak chirruped again as he was turned around to sit on Jazz's lap, cooing and twitching his little wings as he was brought much closer to those long and thin spears of bright green, little claw tipped hands reached to bat at the grass, making him flinch at the ticklish sensation. Prowl laughed softly, earning Bluestreak's attention who was now holding his hands up against his chest plates, unsure whether to touch the grass again or not. "It's grass, Blue," Prowl said softly and carefully reached to pluck a diminutive straw of some plant crowned at the top with some fluffy material. Held carefully between two fingertips, the straw was brought to the sparklings hands, and Prowl flickered the tip over the sparkling's little fingers, earning another surprised jump and then a curious chirp.
Prowl's smile widened a little, allowing his sharp fangs to peek through. A sight that most other infants would have found terrifying perhaps, but that inspired no fear in the little sparkling. "See? It's harmless." Bluestreak smiled and his little ears flickered again, reaching with clumsy fingers to brush against the straw, giggling at how funny it felt. He pulled his hand back to his chest again, smiling up to his parents with a questioning glance, as if asking 'daddy, can I touch it again?'. Jazz nodded and watched Bluestreak reach against the straw, giggling and cooing until he finally pried it from his father's grasp, curious fingers maneuvering the object before he waved it around with a happy trill, trying to tickle the air with it.
Jazz laughed loud and long, reveling in the happiness and excitement he could feel in his spark flowing through the bond they shared with the sparkling. Bluestreak played with his straw for a while until the object no longer interested him. Instead of dropping it or tossing it away, the sparkling chirped to his daddy, offering him the straw so he could play with it instead. The Porsche grinned and accepted the straw, casually rolling it between his fingers while Bluestreak looked for something else to focus his attention in.
Prowl reached to brush his white clawed fingers along a nearby bush full of berries, and couldn't help but pluck one with utmost care. He brought the bright fruit close to his nose, allowing his sharper olfactory sensors to breathe in the faint tangy scent of the fruit. Bluestreak watched him do this and he tried to climb into his father's lap to get a look of the berry. Prowl lowered his hand, offering the berry to his sparkling. It was so diminutive, that if it wasn't because Prowl's hand was white and the berry so bright, one could have easily miss it. The berry was still too tiny when compared with Bluestreak's hand but the tiny size only made Bluestreak more curious about it. He reached to take the fruit and closed his fist around the berry, crushing it.
Bluestreak blinked a few times when he felt the solid object suddenly become something moist, he brought his hand up to his face, confusion plastered all over his youthful face plates as he inspected the reddish juice that was now decorating his hand where a berry used to be. He frowned in confusion, ears flattening against his helm as he looked up to Prowl again and chirped, demanding another berry.
Prowl obliged the sparkling and plucked another berry from the nearby bush, carefully holding it between the tips of two claws to deposit the berry on Bluestreak's outstretched hand. The sparkling's sensory panels raised along with his perking ears, before he closed his fist over the fruit again, jumping again as he opened his fist and found yet another mess. Why couldn't he hold the berry just as good as his father? Bluestreak looked at his messy hand and clicked softly before he looked up at his father, optics flickering in a way Prowl knew meant Bluestreak was upset.
"Oh, Blue," Jazz cooed as Bluestreak began to cry, unhappy he kept smashing the little berries. Jazz brought his sparkling up against his chest, nuzzling his helm and stroking his back right in between his sensory panels.
"Do not cry, Bluestreak," Prowl murmured gently, stroking one of Bluestreak's little ears. "Berries are delicate and you're still too young to know your strength." Bluestreak didn't understand a word of what his father was saying, but he understood the comforting tone, reducing his crying to little sobs.
Jazz began to hum softly for their sparkling, using a little trick he learned from their human friends. Although, he had to modify it a little to work with the way their own conduits and intakes worked, he produced a sound that skirted between a whistle and a flute. Bluestreak's little ears flickered at the sound and he stopped crying, pushing against Jazz's chest to look at his daddy as Jazz produced the cheerful notes, enthralled by his daddy's ability to make those fun sounds.
Once Bluestreak was calm again Jazz handed the sparkling to Prowl and reached for his diminutive hands, brushing the tip of a claw against one of the messy palms, earning a long string of giggles and chirrups from the sparkling. "Ya know, I think humans drink these things," he said casually, more to himself than to the infant, still he couldn't help himself and poked the claw tip to his sparkling's little nose, leaving a tiny drop of that berry's juice on the sparkling's nose. Bluestreak giggled and batted at Jazz's hand, reaching with his free hand to rub away that wet thing from his nose, earning spark felt laughter from his creators.
Prowl pulled a moist cloth from the small container he had brought along with him, carefully whipping his sparkling's fingers while Jazz growled playfully at their child, making the little bundle of parts laugh, chirp and click happily, his little tail all but wagging happily and sensory panels twitching with glee. Jazz sat back next to his mate, casually spotting something fluffy in the grassy fields. He couldn't help himself and reached all too carefully, with the precision of a surgeon, he plucked what looked like a flower made out of nothing but a sphere of fluffy things.
"A Dandelion." Prowl said, pointing at the incredibly tiny thing held in his mate's claw tips. Jazz nodded, remembering now what the flower's name was. It was currently in the last stage of its life, where the spores were ready to be carried by the wind. Bluestreak cooed and looked up curiously at the object, Jazz lowered the tiny flower for Bluestreak to get a better look.
The sparkling reached a finger to try to touch it, and as soon as the tip of his little claw brushed against the fluff, several spores broke free flying around. Bluestreak squealed and reared back in surprise, his ears perking up in surprise and his door wings flickering. Jazz smiled to his baby and carefully blew a gentle current of air sending the remaining spores flying in all possible directions, earning a coo of wonder from the sparkling.
Eventually the pair of black and whites decided to take a little stroll around the open field. Bluestreak watched everything his father pointed at, chirping, tweeting and warbling excitedly at all the many new things he was shown. Eventually, he found an insect that caught his attention, black and yellow, with bright reddish antennae. They reminded him of the mini bot Bumblebee.
"It's a hornet, Blue," Jazz murmured, following the hornet's flight with his keen optics, watching it stop every now and then just to go back to flight in search of prey.
Bluestreak wriggled a bit in his father's arms, wanting to reach and take hold of the flying insect. Once he did come close to grab the insect, but Prowl was quick to trap the insect in his own fist before the sparkling could. Carefully, he upturned his hand and released his fist to grant the hornet its freedom. The hornet, however, did not fly right away, instead lingered in the wide white palm, wings moving every now and then as if the insect was unsure whether it wanted to take flight or not. Bluestreak reached out again to try to hold it, but Prowl moved his hand out of the way, prompting the hornet to fly away.
Bluestreak whimpered and pouted, trying to reach to grab the hornet only to see it fly away. "They are delicate, Bluestreak," Prowl said, bringing a finger up to stroke the underside of the sparkling's pouty bottom lip. "Perhaps when you're older, but right now you'd hurt it."
Bluestreak still didn't understand what his father was saying, but understood the gentle admonishment, the insect was off-limits to him for one reason or another, so he let it go despite his disappointment. The hornet returned soon, dancing its way in interesting patterns every time the insect landed on any part of Prowl's or Jazz's chassis before taking flight again. Somehow the insect seemed to be avoiding Bluestreak but usually remained within his field of view, allowing the sparkling to watch it for a while before the hornet flew away, this time for good.
"Seems th'hornet was dancin' just for ya, baby." Jazz laughed softly stroking his sparkling's helm. Bluestreak chirruped and cooed under the gentle affections and began to bat his little wings, fluttering them like that bright insect did as it flew.
Both parents laughed at their little one's new found quirk, Jazz taking the small bundle of parts and cradling him gently against his chest as they continued their stroll.
By the time the Porsche and Datsun returned to Skyfire and Jazz took a preemptive bath of coolant solution, their sparkling was deeply in recharge, thoroughly exhausted after a day so full of excitement and new discoveries. The two black and whites decided the experience was worth repeating, and as Prowl helped to bathe Jazz while cradling Bluestreak on his arm, the pair began to plan where and when they'd take their sparkling to next.