Numquam Desistas Ch. 6
Name of series: Numquam Desistas
Rating: PG13
Series: Bayverse, pre-war
Pairings/ Characters: Prowl/Jazz, Smokescreen, Bluestreak (briefly) and other unimportant med bots and OC's
Chapter: Six (pervios chapters : one, two, three, four and five)
Warnings: nadda
Word count: ~2,000
Summary: Follow the lives of Prowl and Jazz. Just because they are the Autobots SIC and TIC and traveled millions of worlds and galaxies, doesn't mean they wanted to. Because before the war...they had a life.
Disclaimer: Don't own TF
AN: Lol, it's been a while since I updated this story, huh? A couple of months but I think I've improved my english a lot! (well, you'll be the judge of that). Starting from the next chapters the lives of Prowl and Jazz will start to drastically change! You'll just have to wait and see why. *grins*
Prowl felt Jazz tightening his hold on his hand. That was the only thing keeping the enforcer from causing pain to the obviously incompetent medic. Why was he even treating his mate? Oh, right. Azor was in Iacon, called to assist his colleague Wrench or Ratchet or something. He was concerned for his mate and not on such trivial things.
"Well, I see nothing wrong. The scan only showed that he is low on fuel and tired." The medic looked at Prowl, who's glare only got more fierce "You're supposed to make sure he refuels and recharges properly, are you not?" The young medic, the same medic that had treated BlueShimmer during her detaching was now caring for Jazz.
Prowl was about to chew off the med bot but Jazz stopped him in time "Well Ah have been more active lately. We are preparing the bitlet's new room and buying supplies." Jazz smiled tiredly, a pitiful attempt to assure his mate. Which Prowl didn't buy at all.
"Even so. Lack of refueling and recharge doesn't explain why he's purging. This morning was the worse so far. That is the reason we are here in the first place." Jazz sighed as Prowls wings flared up so high on his back, that they made the enforcer look twice as big.
"I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do. Sometimes even taking the additives the body reacts negatively to the growing spark." The medic looked at Jazz, "You must understand we can't give you any pain medication because it'll endanger the sparkling." Jazz nodded slowly and was helped by Prowl off the berth and out of the clinic.
"I think we should have asked for a consult." Prowl looked at Jazz, brushing a finger over his cheek.
"We'll probably hear the same thing." Jazz laughed, "You'd only scare the slag out of the other med bot as well."
Prowl grumbled but gently led his mate down the busy street. He could feel the tiredness and discomfort Jazz was trying to conceal, but with the bond it was futile. But Prowl as well felt excitement radiate from Jazz. The room for the sparkling was complete. Now they just needed to furnish it. Prowls thoughts stilled when Jazz winced in pain and lifted his hand to rub his chest plate. Perhaps shopping would have to wait.
Prowl frowned but placed his hand over Jazz's on his chest. "You're tired. Lets go home. The shops will be here tomorrow" He gently smiled, worry clear on his face.
Jazz nodded, grateful that he no longer had to stand on his feet and the bonded couple headed for their home.
"So, what did the medic say?" Smokescreen asked. He had previously finished nurturing some crystals Prowl had.
'Praxians.' Jazz smiled in amusement. Even Smokescreen was addicted to beautiful crystals that were so well treated here in Praxus.
"Nothing. Only that Jazz needs to refuel and rest more." Grumbled Prowl and led the tired silver mech to rest the couch.
"Really? Azor found nothing?" The psychologist may not have some advanced medical training but he did have some. And it was screaming at him that something was wrong.
"No. Azor is away for the moment. I spoke with him. He said that he'll be here for the delivery. He'll arrive the orn Prime comes, because the medic he is assisting is Primes medic."
Smokescreen whistled, "So Azor really is good." The older Praxian looked at Jazz and then motioned for Prowl to look as well.
The black and white mech couldn't help but smile. Jazz was sound in recharge, wrapped in the blanket that they used on their anniversary to cover the couch.
"Now dear brother, I've bought some high grade." Prowls protest was cut short "You're not on shift tomorrow, I checked. And besides, you could use it." Prowl shook his head but followed his brother and excepted the offer.
Time passed and Jazz entered his third and final stage. It is said that during this stage the carrying bot is rather insufferable, but Jazz felt only worse and worse. His purging got so bad that he couldn't even keep energon down. Prowl was beside himself with worry.
"That's it." He growled and lifted his mate. Jazz groaned in discomfort but otherwise didn't say anything else, to tired to even speak. "I'm taking him to the clinic. And if some one tells me there's nothing wrong with him, Primus help them, they better run fast."
Just as he exited the apartment building, Smokescreen in tow, they saw BlueShimmer with her bonded and sparkling.
"Primus..." WiseStreak whispered and ran next to Prowl, "What happened?"
"He can't process any energon." Prowl started to explain until a wail stopped him.
"Jass? Jass?" Bluestreaks small sobs broke everyone's sparks.
"He can speak?" Asked Smokescreen. That sparkling was too young to speak.
"He is a talker. I must say I'm not surprised." BlueShimmer added, trying to calm down her child.
"H-hey, hey. Ah'm fine Blue. Don't worry." The tired form of Jazz spoke and that seemed to calm down the sparkling. And reminded Prowl of their intended destination.
They reached the clinic, along with the other bonded couple that was now to worried to leave. Jazz was taken by the medics and ushered in a room. Prowl was the only one allowed. They ran some diagnostics on Jazz and hooked him up on two energon feeds, which helped Jazz a lot because he became more alert. Enough alert to hear, understand and boil at what the medics where speaking, quietly and discretely from the expecting parents.
"You idiot! How could you have missed that?" One of the older medics hissed.
"The scanner showed nothing! All of my test came back negative! There was no reason for me to suspect this!" The younger medic that treated Jazz and BlueShimmer defended himself.
"You buffoon! Do you not realize this could have killed him? If he wasn't brought on time..."
"This is not my fault! It was-" The young medic was cut short when strong hands pinned him to the nearby wall.
"Do not make me repeat my self." A low growl echoed in the room "What is happening to my bond mate?" Prowl was beside him self, acting purely on programming. His mate was in danger - everything else didn't matter. Just the primal protect, protect, protect! his spark kept sending at his CPU. Jazz would have done the same if the tables were turned.
"Now!" He shoved the medic for good measure but released him when Jazz protested. Prowl calmed down, quietly seething and reached for the silver mechs hand. The two of them looked at the other medic in the room.
"I'm not sure he is at fault sirs." He motioned for the younger medic, a futile attempt to protect him, "But it would appear that Jazz has sparked a second, smaller spark." The older medic waited for the news to sink in.
"W-What?" Wailed Jazz and tried to stand up.
"How is that even possible? He was already carrying. Did the spark split?" Prowl had minimal knowledge in carrying, only what he had read in the book files.
"No, we would have noticed the enlarged state of the spark in the early stages. This in an entirely new spark." He motioned for the vary small and dimly lit spark on the monitors that was nested between Jazz's spark and the bigger spark of it's sibling "She was sparked after the creation of the first spark. It would appear she stayed hidden between the two sparks, thus the reason why she wasn't noticed." The medic explained.
"She?" Murmured Jazz, "We're going to have a second sparkling?" He asked. It would appear that was the only part of the conversation Jazz herd.
"What's going to happen now?" Asked Prowl, the idea of a second spark still unreal to him.
The older medic sighted and looked at the young one critically, "We're going to change entirely Jazz's additives. We need to straighten him and the new spark. He will be bed ridden for the rest of his term - that is if you want to keep the new spark."
"Of course I want to keep her!" The thought of a second bundle of joy was already sealing it self in Jazz's CPU.
"What do you mean by 'if we want to keep it'?" But Prowl brought him back to the real world.
"Because once the first one - the mech sparkling - starts to detach, the second one will follow. She will be far too premature. The chances of her surviving are slim. And even if she did survive there is a high probability of acquiring a glitch." The younger medic explained this time and the future creators couldn't help but glare at him - he had brought noting but bad news so far to their family.
"...What are our chances?" Prowl finally asked, feeling the desperation and fear in Jazz's spark for the new sparkling.
"There is a 28% chance that the spark will extinguish." That made Prowl relax a little, the odds weren't so bad, but the medic continued, "And if she survives there is a 72% chance that she will acquire glitch." It felt like some one had slapped them across the face. The room felt silent, the beeping of the monitors was the only sound. It was deafening.
"Ah don't care." Came the soft murmuring, "Ah don't care!" This time Jazz raised his voice and looked at Prowl.
"Prowl, this is our creation. Ah will not allow her termination, not when there still is a chance that she'll be normal."Prowl didn't respond, simply clenched his fists. He didn't need to say anything, because what he thought was projected in bond and Jazz didn't like it one bit.
Prowl was considering termination. He reasoned that perhaps it would be better this way, that bringing her up would only torture the new sparkling. His train of thought was ferociously recoiled by Jazz.
"They are our creations Prowl!" Jazz growled but his spark was wailing. Prowl inwardly cursed for causing his mate such pain and despair.
"...Your right." He brushed Jazz's cheek, "Forgive my foolishness." He sent all the love, reassurance and acceptance over the bond, calming Jazz.
"A part of this crystal is hers as well." He motioned for their crystals - fourth one will be made.
Jazz rested his head on Prowls chest as the medics watched the couple embrace each other. They are strong, and so are their children. This will not stop them.
Soo wadda ya think? ^_~