2011 Challenge Week 2: prompt: Soon their duet will become a trio
Title: Welcome to the Family
Prompt: Soon their duet will become a trio
Universe: G1 AU
Rating: pg
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak
Warnings: fluff and laughs
Summary: Prowl wonders if his family of two is ready for another family member.
Interesting trivia: I’m sure many of you know this but I only recently discovered it while listening to an episode of Startrek the Next Generation. The Far Point Episode to be exact. I heard a voice that sounded like G1 Prowl and GI Joes Duke from the same time period (I watch both back to back on the HUB). Sure enough the actor name Michael Bell was in the STNG episode who happened to do many voices, including G1 Prowl and GI Joes Duke. He also did Sideswipe. Hehe. Anyways, it was just something I wanted to share!
AN: I try no to do the obvious for challenges. Not sure how this actually turned out.
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Prowl nervously stood in the doorway, optics anxiously observing his son recharging deeply. So many questions raced through his processor about his little mechlet. Was he old enough to understand? If he understood would he accept the potential life changing event with his usual enthusiasm? Or would he react stubbornly, like he sire was well known to be, and reject it?
With a sigh, the normally stoic enforcer moved away and headed to his own room to recharge. Or attempt to recharge. Prowl’s processor was too active to shut down for recharge and he knew he would have to do something to calm his thoughts first. So he picked up the datapad he kept in a drawer near his berth and activated it.
A sad smile spread across his faceplates as a tender white finger affectionately traced the face of the silver lithe femme in picture. Silverstar was the partner assigned to him in Polyhex during an enforcer exchange program for young mechanisms in the force. She was quick witted with and even quicker vocal processor. The femme loved to talk and had made it her goal in life to make the too serious Praxian enforcer smile and laugh.
She did much more.
She captured his spark.
Prowl thought life couldn’t get any better the jour she told him she was with spark. It was quite the accident but the couple took it in stride as they did everything else. They had already been discussing the issue of bonding and where they wanted to live and raise a family, Praxus or Polyhex. With the sparking on the way, Prowl had made the decision to ask for a permanent transfer to raise their sparkling in Silverstar’s native city.
Then Prowl’s world was shattered the a few jours before their bonding ceremony. He had been on duty breaking in a new partner. Silverstar was on leave because of the sparkling she was carrying. They were short on supplies in their domicile so she’d walked to the little shop down the street and walked in on a robbery taking place.
The femme was as dedicated to being an enforcer as Prowl, taking their oath to serve and protect to spark. The thief was young, inexperienced, and with a weapon. Silverstar had actually talked the youth into turning himself in and handing her the weapon. He was about to hand it over when a patron had rushed in, being late for work, with the intent of getting some warm energon to go and had startled the youth.
To this jour, Prowl still can‘t recall what his Commanding Officer had said to him. He simply raced through Polyhex as fast as he could to the medical center where Silverstar had been taken only to arrive too late.
The femme he loved more than life itself was lost to him. The weapon had discharged and pierced her spark. She was gone before they arrived at the medical center. Thanks to the shop’s owner, who had known her and Prowl so well, the medics knew about the sparkling she was carrying.
Bluestreak was born two orns premature.
Prowl was able to hold his son for a few moments after his birth before the medics placed the tiny sparkling into a specialized sparkling berth container designed to aid in a premature sparkling’s development. And Prowl was there at the medical center every jour until the jour he was able to take Bluestreak home. Each jour fellow enforcers came to visit, often commenting on how the little tyke had Silverstar’s face. Prowl never argued with them for it was true.
When Bluestreak was a full vorn Prowl’s spark couldn’t stay in Polyhex any longer. There were too many memories. So many street corners or shops that reminded him of Silverstar every single jour. And so Prowl returned to Praxus and the original station he had been assigned before Polyhex. Most of the same mechs and femmes that were there before were still there when he returned, including his old partner. And all of them had known what’d had happened and did their best to support Prowl and his son.
As a result, Bluestreak was often seen at the station with Prowl or another enforcer. In fact the sparkling’s first steps were taken as he used Prowl’s desk for support. He often beeped and chirped nonstop to Prowl’s partner, Streetwise while they were working on reports at the end of their shift. He even purged on the Chief more than once much to Prowl’s mortification and his boss’s amusement.
Prowl smiled brightly at another picture. This one was of him working at his desk with Bluestreak sitting on the desk’s corner, mimicking his Sire perfectly down to the little crease in the forehelmplate when concentrating. Bluestreak was truly the joy of his life. Prowl looked forward to the end of every shift because of his son. Some days the little mechlet would sit on Prowl’s desk playing with a favorite toy and helping his sire stack datapads. Most jours Prowl took Bluestreak to a small park and played before they headed home.
The pain of losing Silverstar never entirely went away but because of Bluestreak Prowl learned to live with it and move on. It was also because of Bluestreak that Prowl had unexpectedly fallen in love again.
It had been the worst system upset Bluestreak ever had and a scared and worried Prowl took him in the middle of the night to the nearest medical center. It was so bad Bluesteak had to be admitted and was taken to the younglings ward of the medical center. It was the next jour when Prowl had been vigilantly watching over Bluestreak when a black and white visored mech strolled into the younglings ward with a huge smile on his faceplates.
Curious, Prowl had watched as this mech sit down beside the nearest youngling, a femme, who smile and greeted the visitor with as much enthusiasm as she could muster despite her sickness. At first Prowl had thought this mech was her carrier or creator. But then the mech had moved on to the next youngling and then the next and then the next. Each youngling was his world for ever how long he sat. Sometimes he’d play with a toy other times he’d sing softly. But every time leaving a smiling youngling as he moved on.
By the time the mech had reach Prowl, Bluestreak had awakened. The visored mech had introduced himself as Jazz and said he volunteered at the medical center a couple of times a deca-cycle to help the younglings and asked if there was anything he could do to help Bluestreak. Still feeling ill, the youngling had requested Jazz sing him his favorite lullaby, one Prowl often had heard Silverstar singing to herself while she was carrying and thus he would sing to Bluestreak. Jazz had done as requested literally putting Bluestreak back to recharge.
It was then that Jazz had expressed his surprise that a Praxian would know such an old Polyhexian lullaby. Prowl had sadly explained how he knew it and ended up talking with Jazz for over breem before the visored black and white mech had to leave.
The following deca-cycle Prowl had showed up each jour at the same youngling’s ward until he finally picked a jour Jazz was there and had asked the mech out for a date. Of course Jazz had accepted it and over the course of a vorn the two mechs fell deeply in love with each other.
So much in love that Prowl wanted to take the next step in their relationship. He was certain Jazz did too. The only unknown variable was Bluestreak.
“Sire?” Bluestreak yawned walking through the doorway into Prowl‘s room. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Blue, I’m fine,” Prowl sighed, sending loving pulses of his affection over their bond and hiding away his fears. “Come on up my little scraplet.”
Bluestreak giggled and quickly climbed on the berth and snuggled in his sire’s arms.
“I remember that picture,” Bluestreak snickered, pointing at the picture of Prowl and Jazz holding up Bluestreak between them. “It was at the Chrystal Festival and Jazz got you to dance…in public.”
“And dance quite well despite my two left peds,” Prowl added.
“Nah, you’re a good dancer!”
“Thank you, you’re vote of confidence boosts my ego tremendously,” Prowl chuckled as Bluestreak took hold of the datapad and cycled through the pictures.
Prowl simply hugged his son closer, listening contently to the soft hum of Bluestreak’s systems and his comments whenever he paused at certain pictures. Of course Bluestreak knew who his carrier was. Prowl never hid anything from Blue about his mother. It just saddened him that Blue never got the chance to know her for himself.
“You loved her very much,” Bluestreak suddenly sighed as he turned the datapad off.
“Yes,” Prowl replied softly, setting the datapad aside.
“You love Jazz like that too, don’t you? I see the same look in your optics when you‘re looking at Jazz.”
“You are far too perceptive for a youngling of only five vorns.”
“Street says I take after you,” Bluestreak smiled proudly. “Jazz too. Says I’m too smart for my own good just like you!”
“You like Jazz, don’t you?”
“He’s my best friend! And he’s funny!” Bluestreak giggled.
Prowl decided that was the best queue for the subject he wanted to discuss and took in a deep vent.
“How…how would you like it if Jazz…if Jazz became part of our family? He would still be your friend, only he would also be more…like a caretaker…”
“You mean…Jazz can be over all the time?!”
“That’s part of what happens after two mechanisms bond. Only it’s a bit more involved.”
“Bonding…that’s what you and mother didn’t get to do before she died, right?”
Prowl nodded.
“It was one of the happiest jours of my life when Silverstar accepted my bonding proposal to her. It would make me just as happy if I can ask Jazz. But I will only do so if it is something you would agree with. You are my priority.”
Bluestreak put on his serious face, which made him look more like Prowl. He reached over and grabbed the datapad. Prowl saw that his son brought up a picture of Prowl with Silverstar, then switched it to one of Prowl with Jazz and Bluestreak.
“So, instead of a family of two…we’d be three?”
Prowl slowly nodded, preparing himself for any kind of response from Bluestreak.
“We should go tell him right away!” Bluestreak exclaimed, leaping from the berth, then grabbing hold of Prowl’s hand, attempting to pull his sire up.
“Blue, he’s working late. That wouldn’t be very romantic,” Prowl laughed, lifting his son up.
“But if its something so important you shouldn’t wait, right?”
Prowl opened his mouth to respond but found he didn’t have a logical response to counter Blue’s question.
“Well…if we’re going to ask Jazz, you need to get shined up.”
“Woohoo!!!” Bluestreak cheered, pumping his small hands in the air.
And so a breem later, two shined up mechs, one big and one small, entered the club Jazz owned and where he usually performed on stage singing love ballads or serving drinks at the bar telling tells or making jokes to his customers. Tonight he was just casually strolling from table to table being the charismatic host Bluestreak spotted him.
“Jazz!” Bluestreak squeaked loudly from his perch on Prowl’s shoulder, his little hands holding on to the precious gift his sire entrusted him to keep safe.
“Well hey, if it isn’t mah two favorite mechs in all o’ Praxus!” Jazz beamed, moving to greet the pair with a chaste kiss for Prowl and tummy tickle for Blue. “Ya’ll sparklie too. Good thing I have mah visor down to keep me from goin‘ blind!”
Bluestreak giggled, his doorwings fluttering wildly. Even Prowl laughed heartily, more out of nervousness though than Jazz’s comment.
“Ok, what gives?” Jazz asked, always quick to interpret the body language of his two favorite mechs.
“I don’t know what you mean?” Prowl teased, his own doorwings twitching with anticipation.
“For one, yar doorwings are flappin’ as much as li’l Blue’s here an’ second, Blue looks like he’s about to explode from something he’s holdin’ in!”
“Well, Bluestreak and I did come here with one objective,” Prowl smiled. “Perhaps, somewhere less crowded and…quieter would be prudent?”
“My office,” Jazz smirked and led them to the office door beside the bar.
Once inside the booming sound of the music was instantly muffled. Prowl took his usual seat on the soft couch and place Bluestreak on his little peds. Jazz sat down on the couch as well but kept his distance, sensing something was up between the two Praxians.
“Alright, what are ya plottin?” Jazz finally asked.
Prowl gave Bluestreak a gentle nudge.
“This is for you from us,” Bluestreak grinned brightly handing over the small present.
“Thank ya so much. But ya mechs didn’t have to come down here an’ give me a present,” Jazz blushed.
“Bluestreak said because it was something so important that we shouldn’t delay and I agreed with him.”
“Open it!” Bluestreak said excitedly, bouncing up and down on his peds.
“Alright, alright,” Jazz chuckled.
With great care, Jazz removed the foil ribbon, lifted the small lid, and gasped rather loudly when he saw what was inside. Was that really what he thought it was?
“Jazz, it would be a great honor and joy if you would accept my proposal to bond with me and become a part of my family which includes being the kind and loving caretaker I already know you are to my son,” Prowl spoke softly, deep cobalt optics full of warm affection for the mech before him.
“Wow,” Jazz gasped, awestruck. He was genuinely surprised, not expecting this to happen just barely a vorn after his first date with Prowl. “I…I don’t know what at say?”
“You say yes!!! Please Jazz?” Bluestreak pleaded, making those mechano-puppy optics Jazz never could resist. “It will make my sire very, very happy if you bond with him.”
“What ‘bout ya, li’l Blue? How would ya feel?”
“I would happy too!”
“Then I accept,” Jazz grinned and was immediately hugged after Bluestreak climbed onto the couch and launched himself at Jazz. The visored mech wrapped his arms around the youngling, while looking at Prowl who pulled the two mechs he loved most on Cybertron into a gently loving embrace. “Primus…I love ya both so much.”
“We love you too,” Prowl murmured, kissing Jazz soundly on the lips.
Contently nestled between the two black and white mechs, Bluestreak smiled warmly and his doorwings fluttering happily at the thought of Jazz becoming a part of their tiny family. And then a thought suddenly occurred to him. Like many times before Bluestreak opened his mouth and voiced his thoughts.
“So how soon after you bond can I get a baby brother?”
Prompt: Soon their duet will become a trio
Universe: G1 AU
Rating: pg
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak
Warnings: fluff and laughs
Summary: Prowl wonders if his family of two is ready for another family member.
Interesting trivia: I’m sure many of you know this but I only recently discovered it while listening to an episode of Startrek the Next Generation. The Far Point Episode to be exact. I heard a voice that sounded like G1 Prowl and GI Joes Duke from the same time period (I watch both back to back on the HUB). Sure enough the actor name Michael Bell was in the STNG episode who happened to do many voices, including G1 Prowl and GI Joes Duke. He also did Sideswipe. Hehe. Anyways, it was just something I wanted to share!
AN: I try no to do the obvious for challenges. Not sure how this actually turned out.
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Prowl nervously stood in the doorway, optics anxiously observing his son recharging deeply. So many questions raced through his processor about his little mechlet. Was he old enough to understand? If he understood would he accept the potential life changing event with his usual enthusiasm? Or would he react stubbornly, like he sire was well known to be, and reject it?
With a sigh, the normally stoic enforcer moved away and headed to his own room to recharge. Or attempt to recharge. Prowl’s processor was too active to shut down for recharge and he knew he would have to do something to calm his thoughts first. So he picked up the datapad he kept in a drawer near his berth and activated it.
A sad smile spread across his faceplates as a tender white finger affectionately traced the face of the silver lithe femme in picture. Silverstar was the partner assigned to him in Polyhex during an enforcer exchange program for young mechanisms in the force. She was quick witted with and even quicker vocal processor. The femme loved to talk and had made it her goal in life to make the too serious Praxian enforcer smile and laugh.
She did much more.
She captured his spark.
Prowl thought life couldn’t get any better the jour she told him she was with spark. It was quite the accident but the couple took it in stride as they did everything else. They had already been discussing the issue of bonding and where they wanted to live and raise a family, Praxus or Polyhex. With the sparking on the way, Prowl had made the decision to ask for a permanent transfer to raise their sparkling in Silverstar’s native city.
Then Prowl’s world was shattered the a few jours before their bonding ceremony. He had been on duty breaking in a new partner. Silverstar was on leave because of the sparkling she was carrying. They were short on supplies in their domicile so she’d walked to the little shop down the street and walked in on a robbery taking place.
The femme was as dedicated to being an enforcer as Prowl, taking their oath to serve and protect to spark. The thief was young, inexperienced, and with a weapon. Silverstar had actually talked the youth into turning himself in and handing her the weapon. He was about to hand it over when a patron had rushed in, being late for work, with the intent of getting some warm energon to go and had startled the youth.
To this jour, Prowl still can‘t recall what his Commanding Officer had said to him. He simply raced through Polyhex as fast as he could to the medical center where Silverstar had been taken only to arrive too late.
The femme he loved more than life itself was lost to him. The weapon had discharged and pierced her spark. She was gone before they arrived at the medical center. Thanks to the shop’s owner, who had known her and Prowl so well, the medics knew about the sparkling she was carrying.
Bluestreak was born two orns premature.
Prowl was able to hold his son for a few moments after his birth before the medics placed the tiny sparkling into a specialized sparkling berth container designed to aid in a premature sparkling’s development. And Prowl was there at the medical center every jour until the jour he was able to take Bluestreak home. Each jour fellow enforcers came to visit, often commenting on how the little tyke had Silverstar’s face. Prowl never argued with them for it was true.
When Bluestreak was a full vorn Prowl’s spark couldn’t stay in Polyhex any longer. There were too many memories. So many street corners or shops that reminded him of Silverstar every single jour. And so Prowl returned to Praxus and the original station he had been assigned before Polyhex. Most of the same mechs and femmes that were there before were still there when he returned, including his old partner. And all of them had known what’d had happened and did their best to support Prowl and his son.
As a result, Bluestreak was often seen at the station with Prowl or another enforcer. In fact the sparkling’s first steps were taken as he used Prowl’s desk for support. He often beeped and chirped nonstop to Prowl’s partner, Streetwise while they were working on reports at the end of their shift. He even purged on the Chief more than once much to Prowl’s mortification and his boss’s amusement.
Prowl smiled brightly at another picture. This one was of him working at his desk with Bluestreak sitting on the desk’s corner, mimicking his Sire perfectly down to the little crease in the forehelmplate when concentrating. Bluestreak was truly the joy of his life. Prowl looked forward to the end of every shift because of his son. Some days the little mechlet would sit on Prowl’s desk playing with a favorite toy and helping his sire stack datapads. Most jours Prowl took Bluestreak to a small park and played before they headed home.
The pain of losing Silverstar never entirely went away but because of Bluestreak Prowl learned to live with it and move on. It was also because of Bluestreak that Prowl had unexpectedly fallen in love again.
It had been the worst system upset Bluestreak ever had and a scared and worried Prowl took him in the middle of the night to the nearest medical center. It was so bad Bluesteak had to be admitted and was taken to the younglings ward of the medical center. It was the next jour when Prowl had been vigilantly watching over Bluestreak when a black and white visored mech strolled into the younglings ward with a huge smile on his faceplates.
Curious, Prowl had watched as this mech sit down beside the nearest youngling, a femme, who smile and greeted the visitor with as much enthusiasm as she could muster despite her sickness. At first Prowl had thought this mech was her carrier or creator. But then the mech had moved on to the next youngling and then the next and then the next. Each youngling was his world for ever how long he sat. Sometimes he’d play with a toy other times he’d sing softly. But every time leaving a smiling youngling as he moved on.
By the time the mech had reach Prowl, Bluestreak had awakened. The visored mech had introduced himself as Jazz and said he volunteered at the medical center a couple of times a deca-cycle to help the younglings and asked if there was anything he could do to help Bluestreak. Still feeling ill, the youngling had requested Jazz sing him his favorite lullaby, one Prowl often had heard Silverstar singing to herself while she was carrying and thus he would sing to Bluestreak. Jazz had done as requested literally putting Bluestreak back to recharge.
It was then that Jazz had expressed his surprise that a Praxian would know such an old Polyhexian lullaby. Prowl had sadly explained how he knew it and ended up talking with Jazz for over breem before the visored black and white mech had to leave.
The following deca-cycle Prowl had showed up each jour at the same youngling’s ward until he finally picked a jour Jazz was there and had asked the mech out for a date. Of course Jazz had accepted it and over the course of a vorn the two mechs fell deeply in love with each other.
So much in love that Prowl wanted to take the next step in their relationship. He was certain Jazz did too. The only unknown variable was Bluestreak.
“Sire?” Bluestreak yawned walking through the doorway into Prowl‘s room. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Blue, I’m fine,” Prowl sighed, sending loving pulses of his affection over their bond and hiding away his fears. “Come on up my little scraplet.”
Bluestreak giggled and quickly climbed on the berth and snuggled in his sire’s arms.
“I remember that picture,” Bluestreak snickered, pointing at the picture of Prowl and Jazz holding up Bluestreak between them. “It was at the Chrystal Festival and Jazz got you to dance…in public.”
“And dance quite well despite my two left peds,” Prowl added.
“Nah, you’re a good dancer!”
“Thank you, you’re vote of confidence boosts my ego tremendously,” Prowl chuckled as Bluestreak took hold of the datapad and cycled through the pictures.
Prowl simply hugged his son closer, listening contently to the soft hum of Bluestreak’s systems and his comments whenever he paused at certain pictures. Of course Bluestreak knew who his carrier was. Prowl never hid anything from Blue about his mother. It just saddened him that Blue never got the chance to know her for himself.
“You loved her very much,” Bluestreak suddenly sighed as he turned the datapad off.
“Yes,” Prowl replied softly, setting the datapad aside.
“You love Jazz like that too, don’t you? I see the same look in your optics when you‘re looking at Jazz.”
“You are far too perceptive for a youngling of only five vorns.”
“Street says I take after you,” Bluestreak smiled proudly. “Jazz too. Says I’m too smart for my own good just like you!”
“You like Jazz, don’t you?”
“He’s my best friend! And he’s funny!” Bluestreak giggled.
Prowl decided that was the best queue for the subject he wanted to discuss and took in a deep vent.
“How…how would you like it if Jazz…if Jazz became part of our family? He would still be your friend, only he would also be more…like a caretaker…”
“You mean…Jazz can be over all the time?!”
“That’s part of what happens after two mechanisms bond. Only it’s a bit more involved.”
“Bonding…that’s what you and mother didn’t get to do before she died, right?”
Prowl nodded.
“It was one of the happiest jours of my life when Silverstar accepted my bonding proposal to her. It would make me just as happy if I can ask Jazz. But I will only do so if it is something you would agree with. You are my priority.”
Bluestreak put on his serious face, which made him look more like Prowl. He reached over and grabbed the datapad. Prowl saw that his son brought up a picture of Prowl with Silverstar, then switched it to one of Prowl with Jazz and Bluestreak.
“So, instead of a family of two…we’d be three?”
Prowl slowly nodded, preparing himself for any kind of response from Bluestreak.
“We should go tell him right away!” Bluestreak exclaimed, leaping from the berth, then grabbing hold of Prowl’s hand, attempting to pull his sire up.
“Blue, he’s working late. That wouldn’t be very romantic,” Prowl laughed, lifting his son up.
“But if its something so important you shouldn’t wait, right?”
Prowl opened his mouth to respond but found he didn’t have a logical response to counter Blue’s question.
“Well…if we’re going to ask Jazz, you need to get shined up.”
“Woohoo!!!” Bluestreak cheered, pumping his small hands in the air.
And so a breem later, two shined up mechs, one big and one small, entered the club Jazz owned and where he usually performed on stage singing love ballads or serving drinks at the bar telling tells or making jokes to his customers. Tonight he was just casually strolling from table to table being the charismatic host Bluestreak spotted him.
“Jazz!” Bluestreak squeaked loudly from his perch on Prowl’s shoulder, his little hands holding on to the precious gift his sire entrusted him to keep safe.
“Well hey, if it isn’t mah two favorite mechs in all o’ Praxus!” Jazz beamed, moving to greet the pair with a chaste kiss for Prowl and tummy tickle for Blue. “Ya’ll sparklie too. Good thing I have mah visor down to keep me from goin‘ blind!”
Bluestreak giggled, his doorwings fluttering wildly. Even Prowl laughed heartily, more out of nervousness though than Jazz’s comment.
“Ok, what gives?” Jazz asked, always quick to interpret the body language of his two favorite mechs.
“I don’t know what you mean?” Prowl teased, his own doorwings twitching with anticipation.
“For one, yar doorwings are flappin’ as much as li’l Blue’s here an’ second, Blue looks like he’s about to explode from something he’s holdin’ in!”
“Well, Bluestreak and I did come here with one objective,” Prowl smiled. “Perhaps, somewhere less crowded and…quieter would be prudent?”
“My office,” Jazz smirked and led them to the office door beside the bar.
Once inside the booming sound of the music was instantly muffled. Prowl took his usual seat on the soft couch and place Bluestreak on his little peds. Jazz sat down on the couch as well but kept his distance, sensing something was up between the two Praxians.
“Alright, what are ya plottin?” Jazz finally asked.
Prowl gave Bluestreak a gentle nudge.
“This is for you from us,” Bluestreak grinned brightly handing over the small present.
“Thank ya so much. But ya mechs didn’t have to come down here an’ give me a present,” Jazz blushed.
“Bluestreak said because it was something so important that we shouldn’t delay and I agreed with him.”
“Open it!” Bluestreak said excitedly, bouncing up and down on his peds.
“Alright, alright,” Jazz chuckled.
With great care, Jazz removed the foil ribbon, lifted the small lid, and gasped rather loudly when he saw what was inside. Was that really what he thought it was?
“Jazz, it would be a great honor and joy if you would accept my proposal to bond with me and become a part of my family which includes being the kind and loving caretaker I already know you are to my son,” Prowl spoke softly, deep cobalt optics full of warm affection for the mech before him.
“Wow,” Jazz gasped, awestruck. He was genuinely surprised, not expecting this to happen just barely a vorn after his first date with Prowl. “I…I don’t know what at say?”
“You say yes!!! Please Jazz?” Bluestreak pleaded, making those mechano-puppy optics Jazz never could resist. “It will make my sire very, very happy if you bond with him.”
“What ‘bout ya, li’l Blue? How would ya feel?”
“I would happy too!”
“Then I accept,” Jazz grinned and was immediately hugged after Bluestreak climbed onto the couch and launched himself at Jazz. The visored mech wrapped his arms around the youngling, while looking at Prowl who pulled the two mechs he loved most on Cybertron into a gently loving embrace. “Primus…I love ya both so much.”
“We love you too,” Prowl murmured, kissing Jazz soundly on the lips.
Contently nestled between the two black and white mechs, Bluestreak smiled warmly and his doorwings fluttering happily at the thought of Jazz becoming a part of their tiny family. And then a thought suddenly occurred to him. Like many times before Bluestreak opened his mouth and voiced his thoughts.
“So how soon after you bond can I get a baby brother?”