Starting the week with some sparkless and... stuff.
Title: Sparkless. (38/??)
Rating: R
Warnings: A bit of violence, angst, possible slashy goodness. Implied character death.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Prime, Ratchet.
Setting: Movieverse AU.
Summary: In trying to live up to the name of his sire he gave his all, until he lost his own spark. Those who once loved him now called him "sparkless".
Notes: This is an AU bunny that belongs to snugsbunny, it's all her fault, I just happen to be the one writting it. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are hers and used with permission. This is a very AU fic so please take with a grain of salt.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me.
For all the unpleasantries and energy expenditure Jazz's pregnancy had been, the excitement of the soon-to-be parents all but kept growing the closer they became to the predicted date for their sparkling's birth. The regular check ups with Ratchet often presented them with great and encouraging news about their baby, the grouchy medic certain the sparkling would detach well and take to his initial protoform without incidents, thus being a healthy sparkling.
The last few cycles of Jazz's pregnancy had the mech almost completely berth ridden again, the bouncy sparkling seeming to be growing more and more excited, thus causing more pain to his daddy's already quite abused spark chamber. Prowl did the best he could to ease his bondmate's discomfort and pain and give him a reprieve from their baby's bursts of activity. It often involved relaxing baths and back rubs, and long sessions of Prowl trying to soothe the sparkling's consciousness with his own, the sparkling often answering to Prowl's presence with long and convoluted pulses of love and affection and excitement, which prompted Jazz to claim their sparkling would be a very chatty child.
Despite the discomfort and soreness his child's acrobatics could cause him, Jazz adored seeing and experiencing through the bond the connection between Prowl and their sparkling. He was well aware Prowl had always wanted a child, and that if his first bondmate had not taken the sparkling's life, even if its parents did not have a good relationship, Prowl would have loved and doted on his baby, building his world around his little heir. It had been something so cruelly taken away from him, no matter how good or bad the former bondmate's intentions had been; Jazz felt honored to be able to give Prowl the sparkling he so much desired. He allowed Prowl to rest his head against his chest plates, stroking gently as he hummed softly a lullaby intended for both Jazz and their baby.
There were times when Jazz would wake up in the middle of the night to find Prow's head pressed against his chest, one hand stroking so softly along his abused chest plates as the chevroned mech would apparently lose himself in listening to the two spark pulses, his and their sparkling's. Sometimes Jazz would just go back to recharge without giving any indication he had awoken giving his bondmate that bit of privacy in his affections, but most times Jazz would wrap his arms around Prowl, holding him tenderly as his bondmate enjoyed such intimate moments. It was a facet of Prowl he had come to love and Jazz admitted he'd miss that once their sparkling detached. Prowl often sent wordless reassurance through their bond that he would keep doing this with his mate even after their child detached, just wanting to hear and be soothed by the spark beat of his other half.
The cycle finally arrived with a flourish of activity from the sparkling in the early joors of the morning, the sparkling's acrobatics becoming more insistent and forceful, until Jazz cried out in pain, certain his child was about to detach. Thankfully Ratchet's prediction proved true and a medical station had been prepared to tend to Jazz during the labor. Jazz would have preferred to go through that in his and his bondmate's rooms but he understood the need to do it in a separate room where Ratchet would have everything he needed at hand and within his reach without trouble.
The Lord Prime had visited just the cycle prior, wanting to be around for the child's detachment and offer the traditional gifts the Lord Prime of Iacon offered to the new heirs of the Lords in Cybertron. He had brought gifts for Prowl after he detached and so he had come to offer the Lord of Praxus' child similar gifts. He had arrived a little earlier, since Ratchet was known to be very accurate in his predictions of a sparkling's detachment, which allowed him to be present in time, unlike Prowl's detachment that occurred a little earlier than expected and thus the Prime had come to bring his gifts a two full cycles after the then baby heir had been placed into his protoform.
The Lord Prime had escorted Prowl to the room set aside for the labor, carrying a very pained Jazz in his arms as the silver mech refused to be taken there by anyone but his bondmate and Ratchet allowed him that whim for the sake of keeping Jazz's agitation to a minimum, plus Prowl's presence would prove to be helpful in keeping Jazz in check, beginning to absorb part of the soreness and pain Jazz felt before he was asked to leave, much to Jazz's displeasure.
Prowl wanted to object but decided to obey Ratchet for now, not wishing to do anything that could be even the slightest negative for his bondmate and their sparkling, even as he felt Jazz's displeasure and anxiety through their bond.
"It will be alright. Ratchet is the best in his profession; Lord Jazz cannot be in better hands." Lord Prime nodded with a smile, squeezing the younger mech's shoulder in reassurance. "It's a standard practice, bondmates or sires tend to be asked to retire while the first stages begin as they need as much free room around the carrier to get him or her plugged into all machinery."
Prowl merely nodded, he did trust Ratchet, but he could feel Jazz strongly through their bond and their sparkling too was growing agitated and more forceful in its attempts to detach. The move confirmed very soon by the cry of pain that echoed through the closed doors. "He's growing more anxious," Prowl murmured with worry lacing his voice. "He needs me."
"Let us wait to hear from Ratchet."
Prowl nodded but didn't like it. The pain was growing more and more prominent and sharp, and the sparkling was beginning to grow more restless and perhaps a little scared, he wanted out now.
A couple of breems passed before the doors opened abruptly, Ratchet marching out and pointing a finger at Prowl as he muttered something about first-timers and unnecessary complications. "You. In now."
Prowl didn't question Ratchet's order nor the tone he was being addressed in, striding quickly into the room, heading for the medical berth where Jazz lay in a half sitting position, his chest plates were parted, and his spark chamber retracted, showing the beautiful spark of his bondmate in all its pulsing glory. Prowl frowned, though at the almost disrespectful way his mate's chestplates were full of cables and tubes plugged in and his spark exposed in such a crude way. His love's spark was to be treated with reverence, but he chastised himself, the medics were only doing what was needed to help their child being born, even if it meant to plug Jazz to a plethora of machinery.
Prowl was quickly at his bondmate's side, taking his hand as he offered his body for Jazz to lean against. "I'm here, Jazz, everything will be alright," Prowl murmured soothingly as Jazz readily grasped his hand and leaned against him for support. Ratchet came back to them and pointed at a small protrusion coming from Jazz's spark. "That, there, is your child. See the shimmying? It's tying to rip itself away from Jazz's spark, it's currently covered in Jazz's spark's aura, so we won't see his true spark until it has detached completely."
Ratchet injected something in a tube that was plugged directly to Jazz's spark chamber; a deep burgundy concoction flowed through the translucent tube. "I'm feeding Jazz an extremely concentrated energon. Although your sparkling has good and strong readings, the act of detaching consumes a large amount of energy, and if it takes too long, the sparkling can begin to grow exhausted and if that happens and stops struggling, Jazz's spark could try to re-absorb the baby spark, killing it. Thus we must make sure that the sparkling and Jazz receive plenty of energy."
Prowl could feel Jazz's panic at Ratchet's words and did the best he could to reassure his mate Ratchet's words wouldn't come to pass, sending loving pulses to Jazz and shouldering some of the pain as the sparkling began to struggle anew. "First time carriers can take longer because it's the first time their sparks go through this kind of abuse, but I'm confident your sparkling will go through this well if you keep yourself as calm as possible. That's why I allowed His Lordship in here. However, if I deem is taking too long I won't risk either you or the sparkling and will detach it surgically, am I understood?" Ratchet glared at the parents, daring them to countermand his orders.
Jazz would have retorted angrily at that had it not been because their sparkling chose that moment to pull really hard on the connection with its carrier, wringing an energon-cooling scream of pain. Prowl held his mate as gently as possible, ignoring the painful grip and the claws that were digging deep into his hand's plating, prickling enough to draw some energon. He murmured soothing words and sent as much soothing pulses to Jazz, while trying to encourage the sparkling, wishing for his mate's agony to end quickly.
The breems passed and although the sparkling had made a lot of progress it seemed the baby spark was beginning to reach its limit, Jazz's spark's aura barely allowing the glow of the baby spark to peek through a small crack in the membrane-like energy enveloping the sparkling. "Alright, this is not looking good, the sparkling's getting tired and I cannot inject any more enriched energon to Jazz's spark directly without overloading him." Ratchet announced after a check up with the sparkling, unsatisfied with the size of the tear.
Prowl tensed visibly and he could feel Jazz's panic growing. Ratchet turned a serious glance at them. "There's one more thing we can do to allow the detachment to happen naturally before we have to remove the child surgically, but it needs your cooperation."
Prowl nodded immediately. "Anything you need."
Ratchet instructed Prowl to sit on the berth and allow Jazz to rest against him, hooking Prowl to an energon feed. "How strong is your bond with the sparkling, can you feel it strongly?" At Prowl's nod Ratchet injected a sedative on Jazz's lines to numb the pain without offlining him. "You're going to feed spark energy to Jazz and the sparkling and use your connection to the sparkling to encourage him, think of it like mentally pushing him to help him through the tear."
Ratchet prepared everything and turned his attention to the whimpering silver mech. "Jazz, listen to me very clearly, I need you to calm down as much as you can, you need to be as calm as possible to allow Prowl to connect with the sparkling and help it to detach, do you understand?"
Jazz mumbled his agreement through a static filled vocalizer, doing his best to reign in his panic and shoulder the agony as much as possible. Ratchet watched for Jazz's and the sparkling's vitals and nodded at Prowl once he was satisfied with their condition. Prowl shuttered his optics and concentrated in their bond, feeling Jazz's agony hit him like a titanium wall, but managing to move past it, not without sending a soothing and loving pulse to his pained but brave mate. He felt the trickle of a connection between himself, Jazz and the sparkling and latched onto the thread, his consciousness caressing his child. He imagined his white hand giving a little encouraging push to the baby spark, willing him to break free.
The sparkling that had been pausing his weakened struggles seemed to gain a new strength as the sparkling began to struggle anew, bouncing up and down, pushing, shimmying, doing anything to tear itself from his carrying spark, empowered by the essence of its father. "Very good Prowl, keep it like that," Ratchet instructed as he ordered the nurses to bring the tank containing the polymer for the sparkling's initial body, his hands ready to catch the sparkling in the special container. "Come on, Prowl, help your baby. You too, Jazz!"
Despite the agony he was in, Jazz tried to clear his thoughts as much as possible, leaning against Prowl as he willed his spark to expulse the sparkling, feeling, physically feeling his spark pulling away from the sparkling, screaming in pain as he felt the tear grow wider. "Just a little more, come on!"
Prowl sent as much of his spark energy into Jazz and the sparkling, his spark encouraging the sparkling, lending it his own strength to allow their child to be born, asking his baby to overcome the last obstacle so they could finally have it on their arms. It was then that with a loud, audio shattering scream Jazz arched and the sparkling finally detached, revealing a burning, glowing orb of pure, sapphire blue.
"Good job!" Ratchet was quick to catch the sparkling in the container and placed the sapphire orb on the polymer. Prowl nuzzled his mate and helped Jazz to turn to look as their sparkling was enveloped by the polymer, the fluid beginning to literally dance around the spark as their child's body began to form itself. The parents watched as a little body began to form, watching perfect stubby fingers reach out, a big but perfect head crowned with two tiny points, signaling the beginning of a chevron. Two legs kicking up vigorously as the face formed, big and beautiful near white optics blinked and two tiny sensory panels flickered on the child's back.
When the polymer solidified completely the sparkling let out the loudest, most beautiful wail Prowl or Jazz had ever heard. Ratchet grumbled and shook his head as he cleaned the newborn whose cries quieted to soft whimpers once it was dry and clean and wrapped in a soft blanket after a minor examination. Ratchet turned to the expectant parents, smiling as Jazz allowed a nurse to clean his spark chamber meticulously and remove all the unnecessary machinery, leaving Jazz plugged to only the most essential machinery to keep him stabilized. "Congratulations, Lord Prowl and Lord Jazz, you've got a perfectly healthy and very strong son."
The chartreuse mech offered the bundle to Jazz, making sure the mech was strong enough to hold the sparkling before fully relinquishing his hold on the newborn. The sparkling seemed like a combination of both parents but most of his characteristics took heavily from his father. "He's gorgeous," Jazz murmured in awe, looking down into the beautiful optics of the child he and his mate created together. It felt almost surreal to have the baby in his arms when only a few moments ago he was bouncing up and down against his spark. "He looks so much like you." Jazz looked up at his bondmate, a quivering smile on his sweet lips.
Prowl nodded, choosing not to speak just yet, feeling as if his processor was malfunctioning and would choke his words. He looked down at the beautiful child in his mate's arms, and couldn't help but issue a soft click towards the sparkling that stared up at them with wide and curious optics. The click had the sparkling turning his attention at him for a moment and his beautiful bowed mouth opened to release a series of animated tweets and coos.
Jazz laughed softly hearing the sparkling's soft sounds as his little legs kicked under the blanket. "I told ya he was goin' ta be a chatty one," Jazz murmured affectionately, grinning when their sparkling's attention shifted from his sire to his carrier and began to tweet and chirp at him instead. Jazz chirped at his baby, feeling his spark swelling with joy when the sparkling produced a happy trill and kicked his little legs more, his little arms also wriggling underneath the blankets. Prowl smiled down at his bondmate and sparkling, sharing the same joy Jazz felt in his own spark, marveling and rendered speechless over the reality that yes, their son was born and was well and healthy.
"Want to hold him?" Jazz asked softly, turning to face his bondmate, sensing Prowl's inner turmoil over the reality of their child's birth. Prowl shook his head gently. "Not yet." Jazz shook his head, pressing a tender kiss to Prowl's defined jaw. "Ya ain't gonna drop him, love. It's fine..."
Prowl took a deep intake of air and accepted the small bundle that was their son, wrapped in his thermal blanket. The sparkling whimpered softly at being separated from the warmth of his carrier but quieted once he was in the protective arms of his sire. The sparkling chirped curiously, little bowed mouth opening in a little 'o' as he cooed in wonder of the tall mech that held him. "Hi there," Prowl murmured softly, feeling the strong wave of emotion coming from himself and the sparkling, and he was glad to be sitting already, because the wave of absolute, innocent love and trust he felt coming from the sparkling had his legs weakening.
"Hate to interrupt the lovely family moment but I will need a name for the sparkling soon so I can add it to his profile. Oh, and I'll go ahead and let Lord Prime about the sparkling's successful detachment." Ratchet approached the new family, grinning proudly at the sparkling that did not stop making sounds, either cooing, chirping or just about anything, the child was not quiet, whether his parents were paying him attention or not.
Prowl looked at his mate then to Ratchet, a little nervous smile coming to his lips. "We haven't thought of a name yet."
Ratchet grunted but nodded. "Not that I intend to rush you both, but you may want to give serious thought to that. Can't let the heir of Praxus go nameless for long."
Prowl nodded his agreement, smiling down at his sparkling that kept chirping and cooing. "Ratchet, would you please send Lord Prime in? I must request a favor from him."
"Alright." Ratchet barked a few instructions to the nurses as they cleared the area and prepared Jazz to be allowed back to his own rooms as well as the newborn.
"What favor ya gonna ask of Lord Prime?" Jazz asked softly, leaning comfortably against his bondmate, watching their baby continue his non-stop chattering with only Primus knew who. "Little guy's chirpin' and cooin' a blue streak there."
Prowl nodded, carefully bringing the sparkling up a little, pressing a loving kiss to the sparkling's forehead, earning a louder coo from his son. "You know, that sounds like a fitting name for our child."
"Bluestreak?" Jazz asked as he reached to trace a silver finger along the soft, rounded cheek of their infant. "Well, he does chatter a lot, doesn't he?" Jazz laughed softly, smiling at the beautiful sparkling, brushing his fingertip over the little lips of his baby.
"Bluestreak is it, then?" Prowl asked, watching his child try to take Jazz's finger into his mouth, at Jazz's nod Prowl hugged his child and bondmate gently. "Welcome to our life, Bluestreak." The sparkling cooed contently and shifted, making himself comfortable in the blankets as he chirped and began to whimper. "What's wrong, little Blue?" Jazz cooed to his son as the sparkling's whimpers began to grow louder and his shifting more insistent. Jazz took the sparkling in his arms, trying to soothe him.
"Ratchet!" Prowl called as Bluestreak's whimpers became louder until he began to cry, showing just what a good vocal processor he was blessed with despite Jazz's attempts to soothe him and quiet him.
"Calm down, he's just hungry." Ratchet grumbled as he came back into the room followed by the towering frame of the Lord Prime. Ratchet picked a small bottle he had prepared earlier and offered it to Jazz. The silver mech needed no instructions to know how to feed his son with the specially formulated energon, sighing softly as Bluestreak clung to the bottle and began to suck at the contents, making soft little sounds as he was fed.
Prowl's shoulders slumped a little in relief now that the sparkling was quiet and being fed. He turned to the Lord Prime, bowing his head. "Lord Prime, I'm forever in your debt for all your help."
"Nonsense. It's my duty and my pleasure, Lord Prowl, and I do believe congratulations are in order." The Prime smiled, nodding his head in thanks as Jazz moved a little to allow him to see the newborn. "You've conceived a beautiful child, my lords."
"Thank you, Lord Prime," Jazz murmured softly, his optics never straying from the face of his beautiful son, a look of pure adoration on his face as he fed the sparkling, watching the child's optics beginning to dim and flicker on and off as recharge began to take over him.
"Lord Prime, I must request another favor from you." Prowl bowed his head apologetically, wrapping his arms back around his bondmate once more, allowing Jazz to rest against him once again.
"Of course, ask away."
Prowl dipped his head again, his hold on Jazz tightening just a little more. "I would like to remain by my mate's and child's side until I'm certain they have recovered fully, but it is tradition to announce the birth of an heir on the official balcony."
"Ah, I see what you need." The Prime smiled fondly, understanding completely that Prowl didn't wish to tear himself away from his family to take care of that formality. "It'll be my honor to inform the citizens of Praxus of the new lord's birth."
"Thank you, my lord," Prowl replied absently as he stroked his child's helm gently, soothing the baby Bluestreak to finally succumb to the recharge he needed. The Lord Prime waited until Ratchet began to move the family to their rooms before heading for the official balcony, hearing the echoes of whispers and wondering voices outside. As he had expected, there was a large crowd gathered around the grounds of the Lord of Praxus' home, from commoners to representatives of noble families, all awaiting the news. He stepped on the balcony and everyone fell into immediate silence, awaiting his words. "Citizens of Praxus, my fellow Cybertronians, as you all must know by now, the Lord Consort, Jazz, went into labor several joors ago for the detachment of his and Lord Prowl's creation."
The Prime smiled down at the people watching him and listening to his every word. "A few breems ago, Cybertron and this noble city of Praxus welcomed a new life. It's my honor to inform you all of the successful detachment of this creation and that the sparkling has taken well to the protoform." He paused as everyone began to murmur and whisper, theorizing about the sparkling. "Today we see the birth of Lord Prowl's and Lord Jazz's son, and heir of the City of Praxus!" The murmurs and whispers broke into cries of excitement and delight, arms thrown up in excitement, chants hailing on Lord Jazz, on Lord Prowl and the newborn heir as well as the glory of Praxus broke free among the crowd.
Rating: R
Warnings: A bit of violence, angst, possible slashy goodness. Implied character death.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Prime, Ratchet.
Setting: Movieverse AU.
Summary: In trying to live up to the name of his sire he gave his all, until he lost his own spark. Those who once loved him now called him "sparkless".
Notes: This is an AU bunny that belongs to snugsbunny, it's all her fault, I just happen to be the one writting it. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are hers and used with permission. This is a very AU fic so please take with a grain of salt.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me.
For all the unpleasantries and energy expenditure Jazz's pregnancy had been, the excitement of the soon-to-be parents all but kept growing the closer they became to the predicted date for their sparkling's birth. The regular check ups with Ratchet often presented them with great and encouraging news about their baby, the grouchy medic certain the sparkling would detach well and take to his initial protoform without incidents, thus being a healthy sparkling.
The last few cycles of Jazz's pregnancy had the mech almost completely berth ridden again, the bouncy sparkling seeming to be growing more and more excited, thus causing more pain to his daddy's already quite abused spark chamber. Prowl did the best he could to ease his bondmate's discomfort and pain and give him a reprieve from their baby's bursts of activity. It often involved relaxing baths and back rubs, and long sessions of Prowl trying to soothe the sparkling's consciousness with his own, the sparkling often answering to Prowl's presence with long and convoluted pulses of love and affection and excitement, which prompted Jazz to claim their sparkling would be a very chatty child.
Despite the discomfort and soreness his child's acrobatics could cause him, Jazz adored seeing and experiencing through the bond the connection between Prowl and their sparkling. He was well aware Prowl had always wanted a child, and that if his first bondmate had not taken the sparkling's life, even if its parents did not have a good relationship, Prowl would have loved and doted on his baby, building his world around his little heir. It had been something so cruelly taken away from him, no matter how good or bad the former bondmate's intentions had been; Jazz felt honored to be able to give Prowl the sparkling he so much desired. He allowed Prowl to rest his head against his chest plates, stroking gently as he hummed softly a lullaby intended for both Jazz and their baby.
There were times when Jazz would wake up in the middle of the night to find Prow's head pressed against his chest, one hand stroking so softly along his abused chest plates as the chevroned mech would apparently lose himself in listening to the two spark pulses, his and their sparkling's. Sometimes Jazz would just go back to recharge without giving any indication he had awoken giving his bondmate that bit of privacy in his affections, but most times Jazz would wrap his arms around Prowl, holding him tenderly as his bondmate enjoyed such intimate moments. It was a facet of Prowl he had come to love and Jazz admitted he'd miss that once their sparkling detached. Prowl often sent wordless reassurance through their bond that he would keep doing this with his mate even after their child detached, just wanting to hear and be soothed by the spark beat of his other half.
The cycle finally arrived with a flourish of activity from the sparkling in the early joors of the morning, the sparkling's acrobatics becoming more insistent and forceful, until Jazz cried out in pain, certain his child was about to detach. Thankfully Ratchet's prediction proved true and a medical station had been prepared to tend to Jazz during the labor. Jazz would have preferred to go through that in his and his bondmate's rooms but he understood the need to do it in a separate room where Ratchet would have everything he needed at hand and within his reach without trouble.
The Lord Prime had visited just the cycle prior, wanting to be around for the child's detachment and offer the traditional gifts the Lord Prime of Iacon offered to the new heirs of the Lords in Cybertron. He had brought gifts for Prowl after he detached and so he had come to offer the Lord of Praxus' child similar gifts. He had arrived a little earlier, since Ratchet was known to be very accurate in his predictions of a sparkling's detachment, which allowed him to be present in time, unlike Prowl's detachment that occurred a little earlier than expected and thus the Prime had come to bring his gifts a two full cycles after the then baby heir had been placed into his protoform.
The Lord Prime had escorted Prowl to the room set aside for the labor, carrying a very pained Jazz in his arms as the silver mech refused to be taken there by anyone but his bondmate and Ratchet allowed him that whim for the sake of keeping Jazz's agitation to a minimum, plus Prowl's presence would prove to be helpful in keeping Jazz in check, beginning to absorb part of the soreness and pain Jazz felt before he was asked to leave, much to Jazz's displeasure.
Prowl wanted to object but decided to obey Ratchet for now, not wishing to do anything that could be even the slightest negative for his bondmate and their sparkling, even as he felt Jazz's displeasure and anxiety through their bond.
"It will be alright. Ratchet is the best in his profession; Lord Jazz cannot be in better hands." Lord Prime nodded with a smile, squeezing the younger mech's shoulder in reassurance. "It's a standard practice, bondmates or sires tend to be asked to retire while the first stages begin as they need as much free room around the carrier to get him or her plugged into all machinery."
Prowl merely nodded, he did trust Ratchet, but he could feel Jazz strongly through their bond and their sparkling too was growing agitated and more forceful in its attempts to detach. The move confirmed very soon by the cry of pain that echoed through the closed doors. "He's growing more anxious," Prowl murmured with worry lacing his voice. "He needs me."
"Let us wait to hear from Ratchet."
Prowl nodded but didn't like it. The pain was growing more and more prominent and sharp, and the sparkling was beginning to grow more restless and perhaps a little scared, he wanted out now.
A couple of breems passed before the doors opened abruptly, Ratchet marching out and pointing a finger at Prowl as he muttered something about first-timers and unnecessary complications. "You. In now."
Prowl didn't question Ratchet's order nor the tone he was being addressed in, striding quickly into the room, heading for the medical berth where Jazz lay in a half sitting position, his chest plates were parted, and his spark chamber retracted, showing the beautiful spark of his bondmate in all its pulsing glory. Prowl frowned, though at the almost disrespectful way his mate's chestplates were full of cables and tubes plugged in and his spark exposed in such a crude way. His love's spark was to be treated with reverence, but he chastised himself, the medics were only doing what was needed to help their child being born, even if it meant to plug Jazz to a plethora of machinery.
Prowl was quickly at his bondmate's side, taking his hand as he offered his body for Jazz to lean against. "I'm here, Jazz, everything will be alright," Prowl murmured soothingly as Jazz readily grasped his hand and leaned against him for support. Ratchet came back to them and pointed at a small protrusion coming from Jazz's spark. "That, there, is your child. See the shimmying? It's tying to rip itself away from Jazz's spark, it's currently covered in Jazz's spark's aura, so we won't see his true spark until it has detached completely."
Ratchet injected something in a tube that was plugged directly to Jazz's spark chamber; a deep burgundy concoction flowed through the translucent tube. "I'm feeding Jazz an extremely concentrated energon. Although your sparkling has good and strong readings, the act of detaching consumes a large amount of energy, and if it takes too long, the sparkling can begin to grow exhausted and if that happens and stops struggling, Jazz's spark could try to re-absorb the baby spark, killing it. Thus we must make sure that the sparkling and Jazz receive plenty of energy."
Prowl could feel Jazz's panic at Ratchet's words and did the best he could to reassure his mate Ratchet's words wouldn't come to pass, sending loving pulses to Jazz and shouldering some of the pain as the sparkling began to struggle anew. "First time carriers can take longer because it's the first time their sparks go through this kind of abuse, but I'm confident your sparkling will go through this well if you keep yourself as calm as possible. That's why I allowed His Lordship in here. However, if I deem is taking too long I won't risk either you or the sparkling and will detach it surgically, am I understood?" Ratchet glared at the parents, daring them to countermand his orders.
Jazz would have retorted angrily at that had it not been because their sparkling chose that moment to pull really hard on the connection with its carrier, wringing an energon-cooling scream of pain. Prowl held his mate as gently as possible, ignoring the painful grip and the claws that were digging deep into his hand's plating, prickling enough to draw some energon. He murmured soothing words and sent as much soothing pulses to Jazz, while trying to encourage the sparkling, wishing for his mate's agony to end quickly.
The breems passed and although the sparkling had made a lot of progress it seemed the baby spark was beginning to reach its limit, Jazz's spark's aura barely allowing the glow of the baby spark to peek through a small crack in the membrane-like energy enveloping the sparkling. "Alright, this is not looking good, the sparkling's getting tired and I cannot inject any more enriched energon to Jazz's spark directly without overloading him." Ratchet announced after a check up with the sparkling, unsatisfied with the size of the tear.
Prowl tensed visibly and he could feel Jazz's panic growing. Ratchet turned a serious glance at them. "There's one more thing we can do to allow the detachment to happen naturally before we have to remove the child surgically, but it needs your cooperation."
Prowl nodded immediately. "Anything you need."
Ratchet instructed Prowl to sit on the berth and allow Jazz to rest against him, hooking Prowl to an energon feed. "How strong is your bond with the sparkling, can you feel it strongly?" At Prowl's nod Ratchet injected a sedative on Jazz's lines to numb the pain without offlining him. "You're going to feed spark energy to Jazz and the sparkling and use your connection to the sparkling to encourage him, think of it like mentally pushing him to help him through the tear."
Ratchet prepared everything and turned his attention to the whimpering silver mech. "Jazz, listen to me very clearly, I need you to calm down as much as you can, you need to be as calm as possible to allow Prowl to connect with the sparkling and help it to detach, do you understand?"
Jazz mumbled his agreement through a static filled vocalizer, doing his best to reign in his panic and shoulder the agony as much as possible. Ratchet watched for Jazz's and the sparkling's vitals and nodded at Prowl once he was satisfied with their condition. Prowl shuttered his optics and concentrated in their bond, feeling Jazz's agony hit him like a titanium wall, but managing to move past it, not without sending a soothing and loving pulse to his pained but brave mate. He felt the trickle of a connection between himself, Jazz and the sparkling and latched onto the thread, his consciousness caressing his child. He imagined his white hand giving a little encouraging push to the baby spark, willing him to break free.
The sparkling that had been pausing his weakened struggles seemed to gain a new strength as the sparkling began to struggle anew, bouncing up and down, pushing, shimmying, doing anything to tear itself from his carrying spark, empowered by the essence of its father. "Very good Prowl, keep it like that," Ratchet instructed as he ordered the nurses to bring the tank containing the polymer for the sparkling's initial body, his hands ready to catch the sparkling in the special container. "Come on, Prowl, help your baby. You too, Jazz!"
Despite the agony he was in, Jazz tried to clear his thoughts as much as possible, leaning against Prowl as he willed his spark to expulse the sparkling, feeling, physically feeling his spark pulling away from the sparkling, screaming in pain as he felt the tear grow wider. "Just a little more, come on!"
Prowl sent as much of his spark energy into Jazz and the sparkling, his spark encouraging the sparkling, lending it his own strength to allow their child to be born, asking his baby to overcome the last obstacle so they could finally have it on their arms. It was then that with a loud, audio shattering scream Jazz arched and the sparkling finally detached, revealing a burning, glowing orb of pure, sapphire blue.
"Good job!" Ratchet was quick to catch the sparkling in the container and placed the sapphire orb on the polymer. Prowl nuzzled his mate and helped Jazz to turn to look as their sparkling was enveloped by the polymer, the fluid beginning to literally dance around the spark as their child's body began to form itself. The parents watched as a little body began to form, watching perfect stubby fingers reach out, a big but perfect head crowned with two tiny points, signaling the beginning of a chevron. Two legs kicking up vigorously as the face formed, big and beautiful near white optics blinked and two tiny sensory panels flickered on the child's back.
When the polymer solidified completely the sparkling let out the loudest, most beautiful wail Prowl or Jazz had ever heard. Ratchet grumbled and shook his head as he cleaned the newborn whose cries quieted to soft whimpers once it was dry and clean and wrapped in a soft blanket after a minor examination. Ratchet turned to the expectant parents, smiling as Jazz allowed a nurse to clean his spark chamber meticulously and remove all the unnecessary machinery, leaving Jazz plugged to only the most essential machinery to keep him stabilized. "Congratulations, Lord Prowl and Lord Jazz, you've got a perfectly healthy and very strong son."
The chartreuse mech offered the bundle to Jazz, making sure the mech was strong enough to hold the sparkling before fully relinquishing his hold on the newborn. The sparkling seemed like a combination of both parents but most of his characteristics took heavily from his father. "He's gorgeous," Jazz murmured in awe, looking down into the beautiful optics of the child he and his mate created together. It felt almost surreal to have the baby in his arms when only a few moments ago he was bouncing up and down against his spark. "He looks so much like you." Jazz looked up at his bondmate, a quivering smile on his sweet lips.
Prowl nodded, choosing not to speak just yet, feeling as if his processor was malfunctioning and would choke his words. He looked down at the beautiful child in his mate's arms, and couldn't help but issue a soft click towards the sparkling that stared up at them with wide and curious optics. The click had the sparkling turning his attention at him for a moment and his beautiful bowed mouth opened to release a series of animated tweets and coos.
Jazz laughed softly hearing the sparkling's soft sounds as his little legs kicked under the blanket. "I told ya he was goin' ta be a chatty one," Jazz murmured affectionately, grinning when their sparkling's attention shifted from his sire to his carrier and began to tweet and chirp at him instead. Jazz chirped at his baby, feeling his spark swelling with joy when the sparkling produced a happy trill and kicked his little legs more, his little arms also wriggling underneath the blankets. Prowl smiled down at his bondmate and sparkling, sharing the same joy Jazz felt in his own spark, marveling and rendered speechless over the reality that yes, their son was born and was well and healthy.
"Want to hold him?" Jazz asked softly, turning to face his bondmate, sensing Prowl's inner turmoil over the reality of their child's birth. Prowl shook his head gently. "Not yet." Jazz shook his head, pressing a tender kiss to Prowl's defined jaw. "Ya ain't gonna drop him, love. It's fine..."
Prowl took a deep intake of air and accepted the small bundle that was their son, wrapped in his thermal blanket. The sparkling whimpered softly at being separated from the warmth of his carrier but quieted once he was in the protective arms of his sire. The sparkling chirped curiously, little bowed mouth opening in a little 'o' as he cooed in wonder of the tall mech that held him. "Hi there," Prowl murmured softly, feeling the strong wave of emotion coming from himself and the sparkling, and he was glad to be sitting already, because the wave of absolute, innocent love and trust he felt coming from the sparkling had his legs weakening.
"Hate to interrupt the lovely family moment but I will need a name for the sparkling soon so I can add it to his profile. Oh, and I'll go ahead and let Lord Prime about the sparkling's successful detachment." Ratchet approached the new family, grinning proudly at the sparkling that did not stop making sounds, either cooing, chirping or just about anything, the child was not quiet, whether his parents were paying him attention or not.
Prowl looked at his mate then to Ratchet, a little nervous smile coming to his lips. "We haven't thought of a name yet."
Ratchet grunted but nodded. "Not that I intend to rush you both, but you may want to give serious thought to that. Can't let the heir of Praxus go nameless for long."
Prowl nodded his agreement, smiling down at his sparkling that kept chirping and cooing. "Ratchet, would you please send Lord Prime in? I must request a favor from him."
"Alright." Ratchet barked a few instructions to the nurses as they cleared the area and prepared Jazz to be allowed back to his own rooms as well as the newborn.
"What favor ya gonna ask of Lord Prime?" Jazz asked softly, leaning comfortably against his bondmate, watching their baby continue his non-stop chattering with only Primus knew who. "Little guy's chirpin' and cooin' a blue streak there."
Prowl nodded, carefully bringing the sparkling up a little, pressing a loving kiss to the sparkling's forehead, earning a louder coo from his son. "You know, that sounds like a fitting name for our child."
"Bluestreak?" Jazz asked as he reached to trace a silver finger along the soft, rounded cheek of their infant. "Well, he does chatter a lot, doesn't he?" Jazz laughed softly, smiling at the beautiful sparkling, brushing his fingertip over the little lips of his baby.
"Bluestreak is it, then?" Prowl asked, watching his child try to take Jazz's finger into his mouth, at Jazz's nod Prowl hugged his child and bondmate gently. "Welcome to our life, Bluestreak." The sparkling cooed contently and shifted, making himself comfortable in the blankets as he chirped and began to whimper. "What's wrong, little Blue?" Jazz cooed to his son as the sparkling's whimpers began to grow louder and his shifting more insistent. Jazz took the sparkling in his arms, trying to soothe him.
"Ratchet!" Prowl called as Bluestreak's whimpers became louder until he began to cry, showing just what a good vocal processor he was blessed with despite Jazz's attempts to soothe him and quiet him.
"Calm down, he's just hungry." Ratchet grumbled as he came back into the room followed by the towering frame of the Lord Prime. Ratchet picked a small bottle he had prepared earlier and offered it to Jazz. The silver mech needed no instructions to know how to feed his son with the specially formulated energon, sighing softly as Bluestreak clung to the bottle and began to suck at the contents, making soft little sounds as he was fed.
Prowl's shoulders slumped a little in relief now that the sparkling was quiet and being fed. He turned to the Lord Prime, bowing his head. "Lord Prime, I'm forever in your debt for all your help."
"Nonsense. It's my duty and my pleasure, Lord Prowl, and I do believe congratulations are in order." The Prime smiled, nodding his head in thanks as Jazz moved a little to allow him to see the newborn. "You've conceived a beautiful child, my lords."
"Thank you, Lord Prime," Jazz murmured softly, his optics never straying from the face of his beautiful son, a look of pure adoration on his face as he fed the sparkling, watching the child's optics beginning to dim and flicker on and off as recharge began to take over him.
"Lord Prime, I must request another favor from you." Prowl bowed his head apologetically, wrapping his arms back around his bondmate once more, allowing Jazz to rest against him once again.
"Of course, ask away."
Prowl dipped his head again, his hold on Jazz tightening just a little more. "I would like to remain by my mate's and child's side until I'm certain they have recovered fully, but it is tradition to announce the birth of an heir on the official balcony."
"Ah, I see what you need." The Prime smiled fondly, understanding completely that Prowl didn't wish to tear himself away from his family to take care of that formality. "It'll be my honor to inform the citizens of Praxus of the new lord's birth."
"Thank you, my lord," Prowl replied absently as he stroked his child's helm gently, soothing the baby Bluestreak to finally succumb to the recharge he needed. The Lord Prime waited until Ratchet began to move the family to their rooms before heading for the official balcony, hearing the echoes of whispers and wondering voices outside. As he had expected, there was a large crowd gathered around the grounds of the Lord of Praxus' home, from commoners to representatives of noble families, all awaiting the news. He stepped on the balcony and everyone fell into immediate silence, awaiting his words. "Citizens of Praxus, my fellow Cybertronians, as you all must know by now, the Lord Consort, Jazz, went into labor several joors ago for the detachment of his and Lord Prowl's creation."
The Prime smiled down at the people watching him and listening to his every word. "A few breems ago, Cybertron and this noble city of Praxus welcomed a new life. It's my honor to inform you all of the successful detachment of this creation and that the sparkling has taken well to the protoform." He paused as everyone began to murmur and whisper, theorizing about the sparkling. "Today we see the birth of Lord Prowl's and Lord Jazz's son, and heir of the City of Praxus!" The murmurs and whispers broke into cries of excitement and delight, arms thrown up in excitement, chants hailing on Lord Jazz, on Lord Prowl and the newborn heir as well as the glory of Praxus broke free among the crowd.