Deeper Than Family pt 22
Title: Deeper Than Family
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, OC
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl, eventual Bluestreak/Sunstreaker
Summary: a fic that runs concurrent (in places) to my fic "Days in Avalon". Prowl went out of his was to help the sparkling they had rescued from ruined iacon, only to find out they were family. now he and jazz are trying to raise bluestreak the best they can in the middle of a civil war.
this was a lot harder to write. part of it was just because it was being stubborn and part being distracted by watching old Elvis movies with my mom.
it is, however, exactly where i want to be at this point, and i'm very very pleased with how it turned out.
Jazz was expecting almost anything when he came home, except to see Prowl standing in the middle of their quarters staring at a painting.
“Did you tell Sunstreaker it was the anniversary of our bonding?” the tactician asked as the saboteur came into the room.
“He was askin’ all sorts of things like that the other day,” Jazz replied. “Was I supposed to be keeping it a secret?”
“Not specifically. I was not, however, expecting to come home and find such a gift. Look.” Prowl stepped to one side so that his bondmate could look at the painting as well.
Jazz made a surprised noise. “That’s Praxus!”
“Yes,” Prowl agreed. He pointed at a small building just off the center of the painting. “This is my family’s home. Those are my youngest brothers in the window, even.”
“How would he have managed to get something like this here?” The saboteur was clearly amazed.
“Sunstreaker painted this,” Prowl replied. “Didn’t you know that he was an artist before he joined the Autobots?”
“He’s that Sunstreaker? I thought the artist had been deactivated in the fighting and that Sunny was just named in honor of him.”
Prowl shook his head. “They are the same mech. It has been many vorns since Sunstreaker has been able to paint.”
“You mean you’ve always known that Sunstreaker was this famous painter and you never told me?” Jazz seemed disappointed. “I always thought his work was incredible.”
“I have known Sunstreaker since he was very new to his art. When I was younger, I commissioned a piece from him for Crossfire as a graduation gift.” Prowl shook his head sadly. “He did such wonderful work, but he lost all his passion after his creator was killed. This is the first new art I’ve seen from him since then.”
“Maybe bein’ here has helped him,” Jazz said. The saboteur put an arm around his bondmate and rested his head on the other mech’s chest.
“Being on Earth does seem to have had a healing effect on all of us.” Prowl put his arm around Jazz and held the other mech close. “Even Optimus has seemed less burdened since we woke.”
“How’d he know what your brothers looked like?”
Prowl looked down at his bondmate in surprise. “I hadn’t thought to wonder about that. I assume, from your question, that you did not provide holos for him.”
“Nope. Not me, love. Maybe he got Blue to help him.”
“Perhaps. But in any case, we shall have to think of an appropriate thank you for such an extraordinary gift.” The tactician looked back at the painting.
“Yeah,” Jazz agreed. “It’s pretty fantastic.”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
“Do you think they liked it?”
Sideswipe looked up at his twin in annoyance. “Sunny, if you want to know if they like the painting, go ask. And leave me alone about it, because I don’t know.”
“You’re right,” Sunstreaker said. “I just…What if they hated it? What if Prowl’s mad about it?”
“I think you’d know if Prowl was mad,” the red Twin said. “I think you’d be in the brig.”
“Yeah. But…what if they hate it?”
Sideswipe gave his brother a searching look. “Wow, Sunny, I haven’t seen you this nervous since your first gallery opening in Iacon. Is there something else going on that I need to know about?”
“No! I don’t know!” Sunstreaker sat down next to his brother. “It’s my first painting since, you know, and I’m really nervous about it. But Bluestreak said it was good enough, and he talked me into giving it to them for their anniversary. But I didn’t even let you see it before he drug me off to leave it in their quarters for them.”
“Wait, Blue talked you into taking it over there before I got to see it? Bluestreak? Sunny, I think we do need to talk.” The red Twin’s expression was darkly serious. “What is going on with you and that sparkling?”
“Bluestreak is not a sparkling and you know it!” Sunstreaker pointed a finger at the other mech. “And we’ll talk when there’s something to talk about.”
“No, we’ll talk now. Bluestreak is my best friend too, and I’m not going to let either of you get hurt again if I can help it.” Sideswipe wrapped his own hand around the yellow Twin’s and lowered it. “You guys are all I’ve got.”
“I know that, Sides.” Sunny looked down. “But I can’t tell you what I haven’t figured out myself.”
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, OC
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl, eventual Bluestreak/Sunstreaker
Summary: a fic that runs concurrent (in places) to my fic "Days in Avalon". Prowl went out of his was to help the sparkling they had rescued from ruined iacon, only to find out they were family. now he and jazz are trying to raise bluestreak the best they can in the middle of a civil war.
this was a lot harder to write. part of it was just because it was being stubborn and part being distracted by watching old Elvis movies with my mom.
it is, however, exactly where i want to be at this point, and i'm very very pleased with how it turned out.
Jazz was expecting almost anything when he came home, except to see Prowl standing in the middle of their quarters staring at a painting.
“Did you tell Sunstreaker it was the anniversary of our bonding?” the tactician asked as the saboteur came into the room.
“He was askin’ all sorts of things like that the other day,” Jazz replied. “Was I supposed to be keeping it a secret?”
“Not specifically. I was not, however, expecting to come home and find such a gift. Look.” Prowl stepped to one side so that his bondmate could look at the painting as well.
Jazz made a surprised noise. “That’s Praxus!”
“Yes,” Prowl agreed. He pointed at a small building just off the center of the painting. “This is my family’s home. Those are my youngest brothers in the window, even.”
“How would he have managed to get something like this here?” The saboteur was clearly amazed.
“Sunstreaker painted this,” Prowl replied. “Didn’t you know that he was an artist before he joined the Autobots?”
“He’s that Sunstreaker? I thought the artist had been deactivated in the fighting and that Sunny was just named in honor of him.”
Prowl shook his head. “They are the same mech. It has been many vorns since Sunstreaker has been able to paint.”
“You mean you’ve always known that Sunstreaker was this famous painter and you never told me?” Jazz seemed disappointed. “I always thought his work was incredible.”
“I have known Sunstreaker since he was very new to his art. When I was younger, I commissioned a piece from him for Crossfire as a graduation gift.” Prowl shook his head sadly. “He did such wonderful work, but he lost all his passion after his creator was killed. This is the first new art I’ve seen from him since then.”
“Maybe bein’ here has helped him,” Jazz said. The saboteur put an arm around his bondmate and rested his head on the other mech’s chest.
“Being on Earth does seem to have had a healing effect on all of us.” Prowl put his arm around Jazz and held the other mech close. “Even Optimus has seemed less burdened since we woke.”
“How’d he know what your brothers looked like?”
Prowl looked down at his bondmate in surprise. “I hadn’t thought to wonder about that. I assume, from your question, that you did not provide holos for him.”
“Nope. Not me, love. Maybe he got Blue to help him.”
“Perhaps. But in any case, we shall have to think of an appropriate thank you for such an extraordinary gift.” The tactician looked back at the painting.
“Yeah,” Jazz agreed. “It’s pretty fantastic.”
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
“Do you think they liked it?”
Sideswipe looked up at his twin in annoyance. “Sunny, if you want to know if they like the painting, go ask. And leave me alone about it, because I don’t know.”
“You’re right,” Sunstreaker said. “I just…What if they hated it? What if Prowl’s mad about it?”
“I think you’d know if Prowl was mad,” the red Twin said. “I think you’d be in the brig.”
“Yeah. But…what if they hate it?”
Sideswipe gave his brother a searching look. “Wow, Sunny, I haven’t seen you this nervous since your first gallery opening in Iacon. Is there something else going on that I need to know about?”
“No! I don’t know!” Sunstreaker sat down next to his brother. “It’s my first painting since, you know, and I’m really nervous about it. But Bluestreak said it was good enough, and he talked me into giving it to them for their anniversary. But I didn’t even let you see it before he drug me off to leave it in their quarters for them.”
“Wait, Blue talked you into taking it over there before I got to see it? Bluestreak? Sunny, I think we do need to talk.” The red Twin’s expression was darkly serious. “What is going on with you and that sparkling?”
“Bluestreak is not a sparkling and you know it!” Sunstreaker pointed a finger at the other mech. “And we’ll talk when there’s something to talk about.”
“No, we’ll talk now. Bluestreak is my best friend too, and I’m not going to let either of you get hurt again if I can help it.” Sideswipe wrapped his own hand around the yellow Twin’s and lowered it. “You guys are all I’ve got.”
“I know that, Sides.” Sunny looked down. “But I can’t tell you what I haven’t figured out myself.”