To Love A Stranger (17/17)
Jazz walked up behind his bondmate, wrapped his arms carefully around the larger mech and held him close. He could feel the pain that others could not see.
Prowl would be the first to admit that Praxus had never really been home for him. But it had been a hope after Polyhex had fallen to the rebels, a place that had not been tainted by the war. Until now. Now it was a pile of rubble, like so much of their world.
No survivors, they were told.
The others didn’t understand how Prowl could be so calm at the destruction of his native city-state. Jazz had been devastated when Polyhex had been overrun, and without Prowl he wasn’t sure he would have stayed sane. Jazz had worn his pain on the outside. Prowl kept his bottled on the inside.
Jazz ignored the ping on his private comm line. Surely they could live without him for a couple more kliks. Right now Prowl needed him, and that was most important.
He was pinged again, and this time it was the Prime's identification code attached to the message. With a sigh and subtly as he could Jazz accessed the message
Jazz, Prowl is refusing to answer his comm, but I need him.
Can’t it wait, just a little while?
They found a survivor. We think he might be related to Prowl, and in the shape he is in, anything familiar would be a great help.
Jazz almost didn't tell Prowl. The last thing his bondmate needed was a reminder that he had not seen the attack on Praxus coming. But maybe being able to personally help someone would be good for Prowl. That Enforcer training ingrained into him was still an occasional anchor in this time when nothing in the world seemed right to them.
"Prowl." He murmured into his bondeds back. "Prime needs yah. He thinks they mighta' found a survivor."
He didn't have to say anything else, Prowl moving away as soon as Jazz had untangled himself from the Praxians’ doorwings.
The mech on the medical berth was unfamiliar to Jazz, but Prowl moved instantly to his side, naming the mech. When he spoke something clicked in Jazz's processor.
"Bluestreak."
Bluestreak, mech creation of the Lord of Parxus, and Prowl's cousin. As far as Jazz knew the two of them had never met, since Prowl had never returned home after their bonding and no one from Praxus had ever come to visit him.
But Jazz also knew his bondmate. Bluestreak might have lost the family he knew, but there was one waiting for him, if the young mech could accept it. Jazz and Prowl would see to that. The visored mech nodded to Prime and Ratchet. "We got it from here."'
Without waiting for an answer Jazz reattached himself to his mate, waiting for the young Praxian to wake and offering Prowl all the comfort he could, and reminding his mate that as long as they had each other they could always start over again.