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Title: Artificial Lullaby
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluffimus Maximus
Pairings: Implied Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Sparkling Jazz.
Prompt: Prime, I shrunk the officers Continuity - Singing.
Requested by: star_lin
Notes: This is like a side story/au story to my Prime, I shrunk the officers, series, as requested by star_lin. The part about Jazz's door wings is credited to purajo for her inspiration.
Mornings on earth had taken an interesting turn as of late. Usually, Prowl would online to the pleasant weight of his mate's body pressed against his own and he would allow himself a few minutes to contemplate the resting saboteur's face before getting up and preparing for his shift.
These days mornings were a little different. He would still online to the weight of Jazz's body against him, but it was a much lighter weight, and a much smaller saboteur who slept comfortably in his arms. Watching the currently stuck as sparkling Jazz wake up from his recharge was a sight to behold. Prowl had to admit Jazz was... cute, perhaps way too cute for his own good.
The tactician smiled at the thought and carefully pried off the small sparkling that clung to his body, and set Jazz down on the recharging platform, allowing the sparkling a few more minutes of rest while he retrieved some energon for himself and the sparkling's specialized brew. Jazz curled up a little, his cheek pressed against the surface of the berth and his knees drawn to his chest, prompting his little aft up into the air, his diminutive door wings peeked from under his roof which was held loosely over them, not completely locked.
Prowl found that watching Jazz wake up as a sparkling was oddly relaxing. The sparkling's visor would flicker from it's dark blue to brighter shades of blue, then the sparkling would uncurl and push himself to a sitting position, his roof would loosen some more and his little wings would fling out a little bit, partly exposing the appendages. In a habit Prowl suspected he picked up from interacting with humans, the sparkling would yawn big and loud, rub his little face with his hands, grunt in annoyance because the visor wouldn't let him reach his optics and then look around for him, cooing like a dove in what Prowl assumed was Jazz's way to pronounce his designation in that particular rudimentary language among sparklings.
Prowl was immediately at Jazz's side and the sparkling's face brightened visibly, with a wide and happy smile in his little face. The sparkling chirped and cooed and Prowl, out of a newly acquired habit, clicked back at him. It all started with Prowl trying to imitate the sparkling's sounds, finding even this young Jazz was a very musical mech, while other sparklings clicked and made soft chirping sounds, Jazz cooed and chirped with rhythm and with melodious tone, like a song bird.
Prowl tried his best to imitate him, and managed to reproduce some soft, somewhat melodic clicks of his own for the sparkling. Jazz always chirped back at him, and Prowl would reply with a few clicks of his own at the baby Porsche's prompting. He had no idea if the sounds he made had any meaning or were understood somehow by the sparkling Jazz, but it seemed the sparkling greatly enjoyed to lead their unusual form of communication towards a clicked, chirped and cooed melody. It was different every time, and it was a morning habit Jazz had developed that Prowl acquired by proxy.
"Good morning, Jazz." Prowl smiled and greeted the sparkling, clicking a couple of times while the sparkling cooed softly. The police cruiser took the baby Porsche in his arms and held him to his chest, carefully lifting his loose roof to tuck his tiny wings underneath with utmost care, and then locking the roof over them. Jazz cooed happily again while Prowl tucked his wings under his roof and clung contently to the tactician's body, feeling happy and secure in his embrace.
"I have your energon here," Prowl whispered softly and reached for the small cube containing the sparkling's ration, sitting down in the berth and subspacing a small instrument to feed the gel-like substance to the baby saboteur. Jazz opened his mouth big to let the other mech feed him, chirping the whole time.
With the sparkling fed, Prowl headed out of their shared quarters to take Jazz to the temporary nursery where he would nap and play with the other sparklings accidentally produced by Wheeljack's invention. "Don't get in trouble now," Prowl said softly and kissed the tip of Jazz's nose gently and handed the sparkling to the larger orange mech. Jazz chirped softly and waved his little hand a bit as Prowl left the room to start his shift.
Later on the evening, Prowl picked Jazz at the playpen and took him to their quarters to feed him and give him a bath, all the time Jazz chirped and cooed, as if he was talking to Prowl about his day at the nursery with his sparkling friends. Prowl didn't understand anything of what the sparkling tried to say through his particular language, but made soft sounds to show interest and prompt the baby saboteur to continue his chirping and cooing as he was cleaned.
Prowl then took a seat by his desk and reviewed some pending work, holding Jazz in his lap with one hand wrapped firmly around the sparkling's middle to keep him from falling and offer Jazz something to play with, as the sparkling Porsche seemed to enjoy playing with Prowl's fingers. If the sparkling grew too restless, the tactician usually picked up a spare music player Jazz kept in the room and searched for something he deemed appropriate for the sparkling, usually something instrumental so Jazz could chirp along.
Jazz chirped and clapped his hands to the rhythm of the music, occasionally playing with Prowl's fingers and sometimes prompting the tactician to bounce him gently on his thigh. As the night drew close, Jazz let out a big and loud yawn to inform Prowl he intended to go into recharge, and curled up against the Datsun's mid section, nestled comfortably in the space between his thigh and the underside of his bumper.
Just an hour after Prowl finally settled down for some rest of his own, Jazz began to move around, going online and offline at irregular intervals until the sparkling could no longer go into recharge. Tired and grumpy because he wasn't able to rest, Jazz began to cry to get Prowl's attention. The sparkling's cries of distress pulled the tactician out of his own recharge and after making sure Jazz wasn't showing any potential signs of being ill, the Datsun cradled the baby Porsche in his arms tenderly and carefully, rocking him gently.
Jazz's cries weren't loud and not even all that unpleasant compared to other sparklings. He cried softly, and his sounds of distress were closer to whimpers than actual cries, but what he didn't express through loud wails of discomfort was expressed through the large pout on his face and the streams of fluid falling from behind his visor. That in itself was what made Prowl's spark ache with uncertainty, because he couldn't bear to see the sparkling like that.
Prowl tried to play some soft music to soothe the sparkling and help him to recharge but nothing seemed to put the baby saboteur at rest. Prowl clicked softly at his sparkling, as if he was trying to offer an apology for being unable to ease his discomfort. Jazz's cries and whimpers quieted a little, and the sparkling replied with a soft, timid chirp. Prowl smiled a little and reached to carefully remove Jazz's little visor to clean away the pale pinkish fluid on the sparkling's cheeks and once again clicked for the sparkling. Jazz chirped back once more and cuddled closer to the larger Autobot.
Prowl smiled and pressed a loving kiss on the sparkling's nose and clicked once more adding a little hum afterwards, and with a finger began to stroke along one of Jazz's stubby horns tapping gently on it every now and then, setting up a cadence that matched his clicking and humming and Jazz began to coo softly in response. Prowl revved his engine very softly, adding a gentle vibration to the melody he was making up as he went along, soothing the sparkling. Prowl was certain his made up melody would hardly fit into being called music, but it seemed to content the sparkling and that was good enough for him. He was no musician after all.
Jazz's cooing began to fade as he struggled to remain awake, but the soothing sound and vibration were quickly and surely lullaby him into recharge. When Jazz's optics powered down and the sparkling seemed to settle into a peaceful rest, Prowl stopped his clicking and humming but kept his engine purring softly and the gentle strokes on the sparkling's stubby horn as he lay back in the recharge berth with Jazz cuddled against his chest plates. "Rest well, Jazz," Prowl murmured against the sparkling's other horn, watching Jazz for a while before he, too, slipped into recharge as well.
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Note 2: I know star_lin requested Prowl singing for Jazz, but I thought it would be more creative if Prowl made up music for the sparkling using more 'mechanical' methods than have him sing any random song.
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluffimus Maximus
Pairings: Implied Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Sparkling Jazz.
Prompt: Prime, I shrunk the officers Continuity - Singing.
Requested by: star_lin
Notes: This is like a side story/au story to my Prime, I shrunk the officers, series, as requested by star_lin. The part about Jazz's door wings is credited to purajo for her inspiration.
Mornings on earth had taken an interesting turn as of late. Usually, Prowl would online to the pleasant weight of his mate's body pressed against his own and he would allow himself a few minutes to contemplate the resting saboteur's face before getting up and preparing for his shift.
These days mornings were a little different. He would still online to the weight of Jazz's body against him, but it was a much lighter weight, and a much smaller saboteur who slept comfortably in his arms. Watching the currently stuck as sparkling Jazz wake up from his recharge was a sight to behold. Prowl had to admit Jazz was... cute, perhaps way too cute for his own good.
The tactician smiled at the thought and carefully pried off the small sparkling that clung to his body, and set Jazz down on the recharging platform, allowing the sparkling a few more minutes of rest while he retrieved some energon for himself and the sparkling's specialized brew. Jazz curled up a little, his cheek pressed against the surface of the berth and his knees drawn to his chest, prompting his little aft up into the air, his diminutive door wings peeked from under his roof which was held loosely over them, not completely locked.
Prowl found that watching Jazz wake up as a sparkling was oddly relaxing. The sparkling's visor would flicker from it's dark blue to brighter shades of blue, then the sparkling would uncurl and push himself to a sitting position, his roof would loosen some more and his little wings would fling out a little bit, partly exposing the appendages. In a habit Prowl suspected he picked up from interacting with humans, the sparkling would yawn big and loud, rub his little face with his hands, grunt in annoyance because the visor wouldn't let him reach his optics and then look around for him, cooing like a dove in what Prowl assumed was Jazz's way to pronounce his designation in that particular rudimentary language among sparklings.
Prowl was immediately at Jazz's side and the sparkling's face brightened visibly, with a wide and happy smile in his little face. The sparkling chirped and cooed and Prowl, out of a newly acquired habit, clicked back at him. It all started with Prowl trying to imitate the sparkling's sounds, finding even this young Jazz was a very musical mech, while other sparklings clicked and made soft chirping sounds, Jazz cooed and chirped with rhythm and with melodious tone, like a song bird.
Prowl tried his best to imitate him, and managed to reproduce some soft, somewhat melodic clicks of his own for the sparkling. Jazz always chirped back at him, and Prowl would reply with a few clicks of his own at the baby Porsche's prompting. He had no idea if the sounds he made had any meaning or were understood somehow by the sparkling Jazz, but it seemed the sparkling greatly enjoyed to lead their unusual form of communication towards a clicked, chirped and cooed melody. It was different every time, and it was a morning habit Jazz had developed that Prowl acquired by proxy.
"Good morning, Jazz." Prowl smiled and greeted the sparkling, clicking a couple of times while the sparkling cooed softly. The police cruiser took the baby Porsche in his arms and held him to his chest, carefully lifting his loose roof to tuck his tiny wings underneath with utmost care, and then locking the roof over them. Jazz cooed happily again while Prowl tucked his wings under his roof and clung contently to the tactician's body, feeling happy and secure in his embrace.
"I have your energon here," Prowl whispered softly and reached for the small cube containing the sparkling's ration, sitting down in the berth and subspacing a small instrument to feed the gel-like substance to the baby saboteur. Jazz opened his mouth big to let the other mech feed him, chirping the whole time.
With the sparkling fed, Prowl headed out of their shared quarters to take Jazz to the temporary nursery where he would nap and play with the other sparklings accidentally produced by Wheeljack's invention. "Don't get in trouble now," Prowl said softly and kissed the tip of Jazz's nose gently and handed the sparkling to the larger orange mech. Jazz chirped softly and waved his little hand a bit as Prowl left the room to start his shift.
Later on the evening, Prowl picked Jazz at the playpen and took him to their quarters to feed him and give him a bath, all the time Jazz chirped and cooed, as if he was talking to Prowl about his day at the nursery with his sparkling friends. Prowl didn't understand anything of what the sparkling tried to say through his particular language, but made soft sounds to show interest and prompt the baby saboteur to continue his chirping and cooing as he was cleaned.
Prowl then took a seat by his desk and reviewed some pending work, holding Jazz in his lap with one hand wrapped firmly around the sparkling's middle to keep him from falling and offer Jazz something to play with, as the sparkling Porsche seemed to enjoy playing with Prowl's fingers. If the sparkling grew too restless, the tactician usually picked up a spare music player Jazz kept in the room and searched for something he deemed appropriate for the sparkling, usually something instrumental so Jazz could chirp along.
Jazz chirped and clapped his hands to the rhythm of the music, occasionally playing with Prowl's fingers and sometimes prompting the tactician to bounce him gently on his thigh. As the night drew close, Jazz let out a big and loud yawn to inform Prowl he intended to go into recharge, and curled up against the Datsun's mid section, nestled comfortably in the space between his thigh and the underside of his bumper.
Just an hour after Prowl finally settled down for some rest of his own, Jazz began to move around, going online and offline at irregular intervals until the sparkling could no longer go into recharge. Tired and grumpy because he wasn't able to rest, Jazz began to cry to get Prowl's attention. The sparkling's cries of distress pulled the tactician out of his own recharge and after making sure Jazz wasn't showing any potential signs of being ill, the Datsun cradled the baby Porsche in his arms tenderly and carefully, rocking him gently.
Jazz's cries weren't loud and not even all that unpleasant compared to other sparklings. He cried softly, and his sounds of distress were closer to whimpers than actual cries, but what he didn't express through loud wails of discomfort was expressed through the large pout on his face and the streams of fluid falling from behind his visor. That in itself was what made Prowl's spark ache with uncertainty, because he couldn't bear to see the sparkling like that.
Prowl tried to play some soft music to soothe the sparkling and help him to recharge but nothing seemed to put the baby saboteur at rest. Prowl clicked softly at his sparkling, as if he was trying to offer an apology for being unable to ease his discomfort. Jazz's cries and whimpers quieted a little, and the sparkling replied with a soft, timid chirp. Prowl smiled a little and reached to carefully remove Jazz's little visor to clean away the pale pinkish fluid on the sparkling's cheeks and once again clicked for the sparkling. Jazz chirped back once more and cuddled closer to the larger Autobot.
Prowl smiled and pressed a loving kiss on the sparkling's nose and clicked once more adding a little hum afterwards, and with a finger began to stroke along one of Jazz's stubby horns tapping gently on it every now and then, setting up a cadence that matched his clicking and humming and Jazz began to coo softly in response. Prowl revved his engine very softly, adding a gentle vibration to the melody he was making up as he went along, soothing the sparkling. Prowl was certain his made up melody would hardly fit into being called music, but it seemed to content the sparkling and that was good enough for him. He was no musician after all.
Jazz's cooing began to fade as he struggled to remain awake, but the soothing sound and vibration were quickly and surely lullaby him into recharge. When Jazz's optics powered down and the sparkling seemed to settle into a peaceful rest, Prowl stopped his clicking and humming but kept his engine purring softly and the gentle strokes on the sparkling's stubby horn as he lay back in the recharge berth with Jazz cuddled against his chest plates. "Rest well, Jazz," Prowl murmured against the sparkling's other horn, watching Jazz for a while before he, too, slipped into recharge as well.
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Note 2: I know star_lin requested Prowl singing for Jazz, but I thought it would be more creative if Prowl made up music for the sparkling using more 'mechanical' methods than have him sing any random song.