Delightful December Day 16: Someone's delivering/having a baby 3/8
Title: Miracles Do Happen 3/8
Day: 16
Prompt: Someone's delivering/having a baby
*Verse: G1-AU
Rating: PG-13
Other Characters: Jazz, Prowl
Warnings: mild fluff, mild language
Summary/Notes: Prowl and Jazz are having a sparkling. But of course nothing goes as planned. This fic was getting way too long! I had intended for it to be a simple oneshot. As usual my muse had other ideas. Please enjoy! :)
Prowl
There are times I cannot help but think that Primus has it in for the Autobots. Our luck often seems to take a turn for the worst at the most inopportune moments. Dwindling numbers. Getting stuck on some organic planet with the only way back to Cybertron through a space bridge that the Decepticons had made and control. And the latest…losing Jazz.
He alone has been responsible for at least minimum sixty percent of our intelligence information. Necessary information I need for my tactical planning. Mirage has stepped up admirably to fill in but his skills are no match for Jazz’s and I’m unwilling to risk losing another mech by giving any of them a mission well beyond their skill level.
On a more personal level, Jazz’s loss has been…spark wrenching…literally.
I miss him so much.
Who would have thought that the simple plan of having mechs share quarters because of the damage to the Ark would lead to Prime’s SIC and TIC falling in head over peds in love with each other?
I must confess I’d been in love with Jazz for a long time. But as a close friend, best friends, which was why we paired up and shared my quarters since his were demolished. Of course many mechanisms love Jazz to some degree. He has this magnetic personality that draws you in. And try as I might, I was not immune to Jazz’s charm and charisma…his radiant smile.
Thinking about it, I still can’t recall the exact moment I knew I was madly in love with him.
Of course a relationship beyond friendship was forbidden. Rules and regulations dictated so. My tactical analysis of it determined it so. It may not be a court-martial offense and worse a bot would get was kicked out of the Autobots. But it was an immense tactical disadvantage if we were discovered because the ‘Cons would use it against Optimus and the others.
Yet, we still pursued a relationship and kept it hidden from all. It just seemed so wrong to deny our sparks what small amount of happiness we could have. Besides we weren’t the only ones. We both noticed that ever since landing on Earth some of the mechs had paired off. Prime turned a blind optic and let them and I never reprimanded anyone despite what the rules were. I’d be a hypocrite if I did.
Still, with the positions Jazz and I occupied we simply could not afford to let anyone know about our relationship. If an Autobot found out then the Decepticons would eventually find out. Neither of us wanted to risk an Autobot’s life. So we did our best to keep it secret. It wasn’t hard as most mechs thought I was incapable of love while Jazz was always friendly with everyone.
However, because of the sparkling I carry our secret will soon be revealed.
Jazz and I had decided to make the announcement at the Christmas Party. By the standard Cybertronian gestation periods, I would have a month to go until the sparkling’s berth. It would give the crew time to adjust before the birth. And we were counting on our Prime’s compassion to not punish us for breaking the rules and despite the perceived opinion of me from the others I do care what they think of me…of us. I was confident Prime wouldn’t punish us but I understood Jazz’s fears of persecution from the others and did as he wanted.
Only problem…Jazz wasn’t here and Christmas is three days away. Blaster organized the Christmas party based on Jazz’s plans. Optimus approved the party hoping it would improve moral. The Ark just wasn’t the same without Jazz.
Primus, I’m so tired and I miss my bondmate so much that this separation literally hurts my spark.
I don’t even know how I’ve managed it these past three months without Jazz. I’m beyond my breaking point and the only thing keeping me from flying apart at the seams is our sparkling. I knew I had to be strong for him.
Yes it’s a mech. I know that now. I feel it in my spark.
“Prowl?” my Prime called again.
“I apologize, Sir,” I quickly replied, rubbing my temple with a finger while clearing my thoughts to focus back on the meeting. Focusing as been a major problem of late. I seem to lack it but no one knew. They wouldn‘t notice anyway. After all, I‘m nothing but a sparkless drone in their optics, right? “I still have no viable plan for rescuing Jazz. The risk is just too great. We cannot afford to lose any more of our numbers.”
“The entire war is a risk ya sparkless fragga!” Ironhide snapped jabbing a finger in my direction and I reacted in a rather undignified manner.
Most of Ironhide’s rants or anyone’s comments I let slide lately. Not today. Today I just couldn’t handle it. I was upset, angry, exhausted, lonely, and defensive. So I leapt over the table and punched him in the face much to everyone‘s surprise including Ironhide‘s.
“What the frag do you know?!” I yelled delivering another blow and then another. “Why don’t you try to come up with a plan that doesn’t get any of us killed! You think I like it that Jazz has been gone for so long.”
My assault abruptly stopped at the sudden sharp pain I felt in my chassis. Unfortunately Ironhide was quick to take advantage of the opportunity by cursing at me and throwing me across the room. Impacting the wall only made the pain spread like burning fire through my body.
Even worse, I felt the sparkling’s distress.
“That’s enough!” Optimus roared as he and Ratchet held Ironhide back.
“No,” I whimpered, clutching my chest where I lay. Tears filled my optics. “No…no…no…it’s too soon.”
“Try to relax Prowl,” Sunstreaker said with an uncharacteristically calm and worried look.
“Do as he says,” Sideswipe chimed in as they helped me to lay in a more comfortable position. “It will help. Trust us.”
‘JAZZ!’ I desperately cried out over our bond and I screamed out loud at the crippling pain I felt through my chassis.