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Title: Where there is - A Beacon of Hope 4/6
Rating: G
Warnings: Weirdness and fluffage.
Pairings: Implied Ironhide x Ratchet.
Characters: Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Mirage, Blaster, Jazz, Prowl. Mention of Hound, First Aid, Megatron, Bumblebee, Sam and Mikaela.
Prompt: For the December Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community: "where there is despair, hope."
Notes: This piece is a spin-off of a mmouse15's birthday fic Another Day Tomorrow, therefore I dedicate this one to her. You don't necessarily need to read it to get this one, but should explain how Jazz is back. This piece is 2007 movieverse AU and pretty WTF.
Ratchet smiled and handed a diminutive cube to his sparkling, watching Jazz's tiny clawed hands reach out for his plaything. Although Jazz had grown a little over the past few months, he was still an incredibly small sparkling, barely twice the size of the compacted form of the Allspark.
Everyone adored him, as he was a reminder of things that were unlikely to be seen by their species often anymore. The sparkling had to spend quite a long time in recharge, but whenever he was awake he was the absolute center of attention. Ironhide was nothing if not devoted to the little bundle of parts, and more often than not carried the sparkling around in his large arms allowing Jazz to see the world from his perch of a Topkick.
Sometimes the medic felt his now mate was parading the little sparkling around, proud beyond words of what hand he had on the second chance given to an once brave soldier and good friend. Ratchet couldn't say he didn't feel that way either.
There were things, though, that concerned Ratchet heavily in regards to his sparkling, and that was that Jazz was already beginning to pick up on things he saw about the human world and the culture around him. He had met Sam and Mikaela, and spent quite some time with Bumblebee, and it wasn't rare for the Camaro to be sitting in the large room that had become a recreational area for everyone in the base, watching TV.
Ratchet could see it in his sparkling's optics, that sometimes Jazz would look around him, searching for something, chirping with disappointment when whatever he sough was no where to be found. It didn't take long for Ratchet to figure out what Jazz was looking for was company, someone like him, a playmate, and it was then when the medic despaired.
He had no idea if there were any other sparklings left in the universe, and even if there were, they could be so far away that by the time they reached Earth, Jazz would be a young mech already. He was afraid his little sparkling would grow up alone, devoid of someone like him to engage in the activities and mischief proper of such young sparks. He only hoped the absolute adoration and love everyone had for Jazz would be enough to make up for the lack of company of a similar size and age.
Jazz chirped happily, banging his cube happily against the ground, squealing in joy as the cube produced different levels of sound and tone depending on where the cube impacted. After playing with his cube some more, the little bundle of silver parts and plating crawled to what was, for him like a giant, fluffy towel or blanket and proceeded to roll on it, bundling himself in the blue blanket.
The blanket had been a gift from Sam and Mikaela, who, upon seeing how much the cold affected the sparkling, acquired a long roll of the fluffy material, and dragged Sam into helping her to confection the blanket with large squares of fabric. Jazz loved it instantly and was becoming his favorite source of comfort next to Ironhide's arms and rumbling engine.
Ratchet sighed a little sadly but smiled to his sparkling as he fixed the bundle and picked Jazz for a much needed recharge period.
They had heard news about a few incoming Autobots, and the next day they would meet up with the new arrivals, he wasn't sure yet if he should allow Jazz to be brought along, but if anything, the outdoors would do the sparkling good.
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The trip to the meeting coordinates was a roller coaster in itself, since Jazz was still too small and young to transform, and even though watching a miniature sized Pontiac Solstice roll along would have been quite a sight, he was too immature to control his vehicle mode, and his transformation sequence wasn't enabled yet. Because of this Sam and Mikaela offered to take him along inside Bumblebee, a feat that was possible because of just how small the sparkling was.
Still the trip had not been exactly all roses and wine for the humans, particularly for Mikaela, as her lap had to stand the abuse of Jazz's little but still quite heavy aft bouncing on her lap to show his excitement about pretty much anything they passed by as Bumblebee drove them to the point of rendezvous. Sam took pity on the girl and carried Jazz the rest of the way, being subjected to the sparkling using his lap to stand on and bounce some more in excitement.
By the time they finally arrived at the meeting coordinates, the two teens were sore and certain they would bear the marks of Jazz's enthusiasm by the morning. It was a good thing Sam's parents were aware of their whereabouts, so they didn't have to fabricate an explanation.
Sam and Mikaela climbed out of Bumblebee and once the scout transformed, he was handed the little sparkling, who was chirping, warbling, tweeting and squealing like a mad thing, looking around quickly, full of excitement.
It didn't take long for the expected balls of light to cross the sky, unusually early so the sun was still shining brightly. Jazz cooed, now situated happily on Ironhide's arms as he watched the cometary forms fall to the ground. A few minutes later, they could hear the rumble of engines as a small caravan of vehicles headed their way. A large silver and red van leaded the convoy, an ambulance right behind, with a blue sports car with racing stripes on their tail.
The van stopped a few feet from the Autobots and transformed, Bumblebee chirruped himself in joy. "Blaster!"
Blaster, the van, smiled to his friend, waving a little as the sports car transformed, kneeling down to help extract something from inside the ambulance. "Lord Prime, it's a relief to see you safe and well, sir." Blaster greeted with a formality very few expected, kneeling down before the Prime.
Prime smiled. "I'm glad to see you, as well, my dear friends. On your feet, Blaster." he looked around watching Mirage, who was half giving his back to the group, murmuring something at whatever he had extracted from the now transformed First Aid. Could it be...? "Tell me, where is Hound?"
Blaster stood up, glancing back at Mirage for a moment then back at Optimus. "We split shortly before we began to head here. The other guardians will meet us in about an Earth month."
"Guardians?" Sam asked.
Optimus Prime turned to look at the two humans and the equally confused Ratchet and Bumblebee. "I appointed a small squad of trust worthy mechs to safeguard... something very important for me. They call themselves 'The Guardians'."
"He is safe, Lord Prime," Mirage spoke turning around and moving closer, cradling something small against his larger frame. "He's still recovering from the landing." that said, the sports car carefully held out his arms, allowing all presents to see the small bundle of black and white parts.
"Another sparkling!" Ratchet gasped, watching the sparkling stir, cooing ever so softly as his dim blue optics looked around for a moment before settling on Optimus Prime's face, brightening right away.
Prime carefully reached with both of his large hands, taking the little sparkling in his palms, where the sparkling sat up, flickering a pair of tiny stubby protrusions on his back as he was brought to the Prime's face. The sparkling chirruped, laying a little claw tipped hand on the mech's face mask, before leaning against him, optics powering down as he cooed softly, his spark resonating peacefully with the Peterbilt's.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ironhide asked, ignoring Jazz's mad chirping and struggles to try to get closer to the black and white sparkling.
With utmost care, Optimus Prime nuzzled his cheek against the diminutive body. "It's a long story, Ironhide. A secret I've kept from almost everyone, for his own protection only his guardians were aware of his existence, and most of his life was spent in stasis."
"Is this sparkling yours, Prime? How is it possible?" Ratchet asked, beginning to run what scans he could do in the site over the sparkling.
"As I said, Ratchet, that's a long story, and I'll tell you about it eventually. For now all you do need to know is that he is, indeed, my offspring." Prime retracted his mask and smiled at Jazz who was by now chirping with annoyance for Ironhide to let him close. Prime moved his sparkling carefully to sit better on the palm of a hand and extended his now free hand to Ironhide, who finally gave in to his own sparkling's wishes and set Jazz down on Optimus' palm.
"Hey, Jazz," Prime spoke softly as he brought his hands together and Jazz quickly crawled over to the other side, bright blue optics staring in awe and delight at the black and white sparkling. "This is my child, his name is Prowl."
Jazz chirped and bounced excitedly, clicking long and loud at Prowl who jumped a little, startled by the loud silver sparkling. The growing structures on his back twitched a little and he crawled away a bit to huddle against Prime's fingers, unsure of what to make of this loud and excited sparkling.
The trip back to the Autobot base felt longer than it really had been, many questions were asked about the sparkling, but Prime remained uncharacteristically tight-lipped about many issues regarding Prowl's origin, and for some reason, Ratchet had the nagging feeling Megatron was somehow involved with the sparkling's creation, even if he partly believed the sparkling was put in stasis to allow him to grow up normally in a peaceful environment, he suspected Prime's reason to hide his own creation like that followed different motives.
Still, the revelation had been a welcome ray of hope for all of them about many things. More Autobots were in their way, and Prime promised to reveal the details behind Prowl's creation, giving hope to eventually save their race from extinction. And on a more personal level, he had great hopes Prowl would become more receptive of Jazz's attention, and his own sparkling would have someone of his own kind and age to grow up with.
In that regard, Ratchet smiled and watched Jazz tweet and chirp at Ironhide, all but flailing his little arms around to direct his other creator to bring him his beloved blanket.
"Yes, yes, I'm going. Mech is bossy!" Ironhide huffed good natured and strode out of the large recreation room to retrieve Jazz's blanket. Prime was sitting on the ground as well, with little Prowl, huddled against his leg, casting a weary look at Jazz. Every time Jazz tried to approach Prowl curled up more against Prime.
When Ironhide returned with the blanket and offered it to Jazz, the silvery sparkling grabbed hold of it and crawled towards Optimus Prime, prompting Prowl to instead crawl over Prime's legs to use them as hiding place. Jazz stopped just a little away from Prime and chirped curiously, tilting his head as his potential playmate disappeared.
Prime laughed a little and with dextery he picked his sparkling by the spur that crossed over his back and shoulders like a spoiler, and set him down before Jazz, much to Prowl's unhappy chirp. Jazz squealed again and sat up before Prowl chirping at him happily before he offered him his blanket.
Prowl tilted his head curiously, reaching a hand to poke the material, cooing in amazement at how soft it was. Jazz chirped again and laid his blanket down and rolled himself on it, clicking happily. Prowl decided to follow the other sparkling's lead and carefully laid himself on his front over the blanket and cooed again at how soft it felt. Jazz chirped again and untangled himself from his portion of the blanket and dragged one end with him to where Prowl was flopping on his front next to the black and white sparkling pulling the blanket partly over them both. Prowl cooed again, no longer minding the other sparkling so close to him and clicked contently at the warmth of the blanket.
Ironhide smiled and carefully fixed the blanket so the two sparklings were covered. Jazz cooed and huddled close to Prowl, their systems beginning to slow down as they both entered their recharge cycle.
Although still surprised and a little miffed about Prime's secret, Ironhide was happy Jazz had made a friend of his own kind, and the two sparklings huddled together like that, were a beacon of hope, a reassurance that the fighting had been worth it, that any fighting that could happen in the future would be worth it. The hope that peace was finally coming for their people, and maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for their species to survive and prosper.
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Notes: Yes, this is weird. Interpret it whatever way you want. I'll just say, yes Megatron has something to do with Prowl's creation. What, exactly, was his involvement, I'll leave to the reader's imagination.
Rating: G
Warnings: Weirdness and fluffage.
Pairings: Implied Ironhide x Ratchet.
Characters: Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Mirage, Blaster, Jazz, Prowl. Mention of Hound, First Aid, Megatron, Bumblebee, Sam and Mikaela.
Prompt: For the December Challenge of the ProwlxJazz community: "where there is despair, hope."
Notes: This piece is a spin-off of a mmouse15's birthday fic Another Day Tomorrow, therefore I dedicate this one to her. You don't necessarily need to read it to get this one, but should explain how Jazz is back. This piece is 2007 movieverse AU and pretty WTF.
Ratchet smiled and handed a diminutive cube to his sparkling, watching Jazz's tiny clawed hands reach out for his plaything. Although Jazz had grown a little over the past few months, he was still an incredibly small sparkling, barely twice the size of the compacted form of the Allspark.
Everyone adored him, as he was a reminder of things that were unlikely to be seen by their species often anymore. The sparkling had to spend quite a long time in recharge, but whenever he was awake he was the absolute center of attention. Ironhide was nothing if not devoted to the little bundle of parts, and more often than not carried the sparkling around in his large arms allowing Jazz to see the world from his perch of a Topkick.
Sometimes the medic felt his now mate was parading the little sparkling around, proud beyond words of what hand he had on the second chance given to an once brave soldier and good friend. Ratchet couldn't say he didn't feel that way either.
There were things, though, that concerned Ratchet heavily in regards to his sparkling, and that was that Jazz was already beginning to pick up on things he saw about the human world and the culture around him. He had met Sam and Mikaela, and spent quite some time with Bumblebee, and it wasn't rare for the Camaro to be sitting in the large room that had become a recreational area for everyone in the base, watching TV.
Ratchet could see it in his sparkling's optics, that sometimes Jazz would look around him, searching for something, chirping with disappointment when whatever he sough was no where to be found. It didn't take long for Ratchet to figure out what Jazz was looking for was company, someone like him, a playmate, and it was then when the medic despaired.
He had no idea if there were any other sparklings left in the universe, and even if there were, they could be so far away that by the time they reached Earth, Jazz would be a young mech already. He was afraid his little sparkling would grow up alone, devoid of someone like him to engage in the activities and mischief proper of such young sparks. He only hoped the absolute adoration and love everyone had for Jazz would be enough to make up for the lack of company of a similar size and age.
Jazz chirped happily, banging his cube happily against the ground, squealing in joy as the cube produced different levels of sound and tone depending on where the cube impacted. After playing with his cube some more, the little bundle of silver parts and plating crawled to what was, for him like a giant, fluffy towel or blanket and proceeded to roll on it, bundling himself in the blue blanket.
The blanket had been a gift from Sam and Mikaela, who, upon seeing how much the cold affected the sparkling, acquired a long roll of the fluffy material, and dragged Sam into helping her to confection the blanket with large squares of fabric. Jazz loved it instantly and was becoming his favorite source of comfort next to Ironhide's arms and rumbling engine.
Ratchet sighed a little sadly but smiled to his sparkling as he fixed the bundle and picked Jazz for a much needed recharge period.
They had heard news about a few incoming Autobots, and the next day they would meet up with the new arrivals, he wasn't sure yet if he should allow Jazz to be brought along, but if anything, the outdoors would do the sparkling good.
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The trip to the meeting coordinates was a roller coaster in itself, since Jazz was still too small and young to transform, and even though watching a miniature sized Pontiac Solstice roll along would have been quite a sight, he was too immature to control his vehicle mode, and his transformation sequence wasn't enabled yet. Because of this Sam and Mikaela offered to take him along inside Bumblebee, a feat that was possible because of just how small the sparkling was.
Still the trip had not been exactly all roses and wine for the humans, particularly for Mikaela, as her lap had to stand the abuse of Jazz's little but still quite heavy aft bouncing on her lap to show his excitement about pretty much anything they passed by as Bumblebee drove them to the point of rendezvous. Sam took pity on the girl and carried Jazz the rest of the way, being subjected to the sparkling using his lap to stand on and bounce some more in excitement.
By the time they finally arrived at the meeting coordinates, the two teens were sore and certain they would bear the marks of Jazz's enthusiasm by the morning. It was a good thing Sam's parents were aware of their whereabouts, so they didn't have to fabricate an explanation.
Sam and Mikaela climbed out of Bumblebee and once the scout transformed, he was handed the little sparkling, who was chirping, warbling, tweeting and squealing like a mad thing, looking around quickly, full of excitement.
It didn't take long for the expected balls of light to cross the sky, unusually early so the sun was still shining brightly. Jazz cooed, now situated happily on Ironhide's arms as he watched the cometary forms fall to the ground. A few minutes later, they could hear the rumble of engines as a small caravan of vehicles headed their way. A large silver and red van leaded the convoy, an ambulance right behind, with a blue sports car with racing stripes on their tail.
The van stopped a few feet from the Autobots and transformed, Bumblebee chirruped himself in joy. "Blaster!"
Blaster, the van, smiled to his friend, waving a little as the sports car transformed, kneeling down to help extract something from inside the ambulance. "Lord Prime, it's a relief to see you safe and well, sir." Blaster greeted with a formality very few expected, kneeling down before the Prime.
Prime smiled. "I'm glad to see you, as well, my dear friends. On your feet, Blaster." he looked around watching Mirage, who was half giving his back to the group, murmuring something at whatever he had extracted from the now transformed First Aid. Could it be...? "Tell me, where is Hound?"
Blaster stood up, glancing back at Mirage for a moment then back at Optimus. "We split shortly before we began to head here. The other guardians will meet us in about an Earth month."
"Guardians?" Sam asked.
Optimus Prime turned to look at the two humans and the equally confused Ratchet and Bumblebee. "I appointed a small squad of trust worthy mechs to safeguard... something very important for me. They call themselves 'The Guardians'."
"He is safe, Lord Prime," Mirage spoke turning around and moving closer, cradling something small against his larger frame. "He's still recovering from the landing." that said, the sports car carefully held out his arms, allowing all presents to see the small bundle of black and white parts.
"Another sparkling!" Ratchet gasped, watching the sparkling stir, cooing ever so softly as his dim blue optics looked around for a moment before settling on Optimus Prime's face, brightening right away.
Prime carefully reached with both of his large hands, taking the little sparkling in his palms, where the sparkling sat up, flickering a pair of tiny stubby protrusions on his back as he was brought to the Prime's face. The sparkling chirruped, laying a little claw tipped hand on the mech's face mask, before leaning against him, optics powering down as he cooed softly, his spark resonating peacefully with the Peterbilt's.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ironhide asked, ignoring Jazz's mad chirping and struggles to try to get closer to the black and white sparkling.
With utmost care, Optimus Prime nuzzled his cheek against the diminutive body. "It's a long story, Ironhide. A secret I've kept from almost everyone, for his own protection only his guardians were aware of his existence, and most of his life was spent in stasis."
"Is this sparkling yours, Prime? How is it possible?" Ratchet asked, beginning to run what scans he could do in the site over the sparkling.
"As I said, Ratchet, that's a long story, and I'll tell you about it eventually. For now all you do need to know is that he is, indeed, my offspring." Prime retracted his mask and smiled at Jazz who was by now chirping with annoyance for Ironhide to let him close. Prime moved his sparkling carefully to sit better on the palm of a hand and extended his now free hand to Ironhide, who finally gave in to his own sparkling's wishes and set Jazz down on Optimus' palm.
"Hey, Jazz," Prime spoke softly as he brought his hands together and Jazz quickly crawled over to the other side, bright blue optics staring in awe and delight at the black and white sparkling. "This is my child, his name is Prowl."
Jazz chirped and bounced excitedly, clicking long and loud at Prowl who jumped a little, startled by the loud silver sparkling. The growing structures on his back twitched a little and he crawled away a bit to huddle against Prime's fingers, unsure of what to make of this loud and excited sparkling.
The trip back to the Autobot base felt longer than it really had been, many questions were asked about the sparkling, but Prime remained uncharacteristically tight-lipped about many issues regarding Prowl's origin, and for some reason, Ratchet had the nagging feeling Megatron was somehow involved with the sparkling's creation, even if he partly believed the sparkling was put in stasis to allow him to grow up normally in a peaceful environment, he suspected Prime's reason to hide his own creation like that followed different motives.
Still, the revelation had been a welcome ray of hope for all of them about many things. More Autobots were in their way, and Prime promised to reveal the details behind Prowl's creation, giving hope to eventually save their race from extinction. And on a more personal level, he had great hopes Prowl would become more receptive of Jazz's attention, and his own sparkling would have someone of his own kind and age to grow up with.
In that regard, Ratchet smiled and watched Jazz tweet and chirp at Ironhide, all but flailing his little arms around to direct his other creator to bring him his beloved blanket.
"Yes, yes, I'm going. Mech is bossy!" Ironhide huffed good natured and strode out of the large recreation room to retrieve Jazz's blanket. Prime was sitting on the ground as well, with little Prowl, huddled against his leg, casting a weary look at Jazz. Every time Jazz tried to approach Prowl curled up more against Prime.
When Ironhide returned with the blanket and offered it to Jazz, the silvery sparkling grabbed hold of it and crawled towards Optimus Prime, prompting Prowl to instead crawl over Prime's legs to use them as hiding place. Jazz stopped just a little away from Prime and chirped curiously, tilting his head as his potential playmate disappeared.
Prime laughed a little and with dextery he picked his sparkling by the spur that crossed over his back and shoulders like a spoiler, and set him down before Jazz, much to Prowl's unhappy chirp. Jazz squealed again and sat up before Prowl chirping at him happily before he offered him his blanket.
Prowl tilted his head curiously, reaching a hand to poke the material, cooing in amazement at how soft it was. Jazz chirped again and laid his blanket down and rolled himself on it, clicking happily. Prowl decided to follow the other sparkling's lead and carefully laid himself on his front over the blanket and cooed again at how soft it felt. Jazz chirped again and untangled himself from his portion of the blanket and dragged one end with him to where Prowl was flopping on his front next to the black and white sparkling pulling the blanket partly over them both. Prowl cooed again, no longer minding the other sparkling so close to him and clicked contently at the warmth of the blanket.
Ironhide smiled and carefully fixed the blanket so the two sparklings were covered. Jazz cooed and huddled close to Prowl, their systems beginning to slow down as they both entered their recharge cycle.
Although still surprised and a little miffed about Prime's secret, Ironhide was happy Jazz had made a friend of his own kind, and the two sparklings huddled together like that, were a beacon of hope, a reassurance that the fighting had been worth it, that any fighting that could happen in the future would be worth it. The hope that peace was finally coming for their people, and maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for their species to survive and prosper.
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Notes: Yes, this is weird. Interpret it whatever way you want. I'll just say, yes Megatron has something to do with Prowl's creation. What, exactly, was his involvement, I'll leave to the reader's imagination.