I have no excuse for this other than that I must have temporarily taken leave of my senses…
Meeting the Creator
Author: Thalanee
Prompt: Week One, 8: Surprising Origin
Verse: AU Bayverse
Word Count: ca 800 words
Warnings: Complete and utter crack! (seriously this is the craziest thing I've ever written)
Rating: pg13
Other Characters: mention of… I won't tell, that would spoil the surprise…
Summary: When Jazz asked Prowl about his creators he'd never anticipated that answer! How is his poor processor supposed to cope with the craziness of it?
Author's Notes: If there was ever any doubt that my muses are twisted little things, this story removes it completely! Kill me now…
And yes, my movieverseProwl, once on Earth is stuck with a Russian accent. For reasons, see my fic "Sparkles".
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"So when am Ah gonna meet yar creators?"
The mech who was being addressed raised his helm from the datapad and regarded his silver lover with his usual steady golden gaze, the white helm with his ruby chevron cocked to the side. "Excuse me?" he answered, his light Russian accent still noticeable.
"Yar creator. Ya said one of them is still alive, so Ah presume Ah'm gonna meet him soon, considering we're about ta finally bond." The silver mech could hardly contain his excitement at the thought of finally being bonded to Prowl like he had promised the Praxian before leaving in search of the Allspark.
Only thanks to a combination of incredible luck on Jazz's part, Ratchet's medical skills and the presence of a shard of the Allspark the Solstice was still alive, or rather alive again, just in time for Prowl's arrival on Earth. The black and white hadn't taken the news well to say the least.
When he had finally been able to wrap his mind around the concept that his love had returned from the deactivated (after recovering from a rather spectacular crash of his logic circuits and battle computer) Prowl had clung to Jazz desperately, afraid the saboteur might vanish if he let him out of his sight. As upset as Prowl was it had taken Jazz a while to calm the tactician down.
Prowl was still being unusually affectionate in the open, not that Jazz minded at all. Having a lap full of purring Praxian was one of his favourite perks in life. Once Prowl was comfortable enough, Jazz had taken the opportunity to drag the tactician away for some alone time on a beautiful tropical island and proposed to him once again.
Needless to say Prowl had said yes and once their intended bonding had been announced everyone on the base, Transformer or human, had thrown themselves into the preparations with relish. There was actually little to do for Jazz and Prowl but lean back and watch as Prime prepared himself for the bonding ceremony he would perform, while Sideswipe had taken over planning the celebrations which would culminate in the greatest party to date.
The only part left to the two was to decide who would give them away in the ceremony. It was then that the doorwinger currently sitting in his lap had revealed that one of his creators was still alive.
"My creator is the one to give me away in the ceremony, yes, but I do not understand. You speak as if you have never met my creator before." Prowl sounded genuinely confused.
"That's because Ah haven't, Sparkles," Jazz answered, poking Prowl's noseplating. "Ah thought ya creators were deactivated. There was nothing in ya files and ya never talked about them."
The tactician frowned. "While it is true that my sire died in the destruction of Praxus, my carrier is still very much alive." Doorwings twitching, the SIC continued to regard Jazz quizzically. "And Jazz, you already know my carrier." He pointed out. "You have spoken to him on numerous occasions and you do seem to get along well."
Stumped, the Solstice sputtered. "If so, Ah never knew he was yar creator! Why didn't ya tell me?"
"I honestly thought you knew. Besides when I introduced you to him, I told you he is my only remaining family."
Jazz stared.
How could he not.
After all he knew exactly whom Prowl was talking about.
Him?
His love was right, they got along nicely. The bot in question was well liked by everyone in the crew, he was happy, easy going and open, Prowl's opposite in a way. He was… and Prowl was…it couldn't be… the difference in age… but then he realized he didn't know how old the mech in question was… it had to be a joke… but this was Prowl he was thinking about, he would never joke about something like that… but that meant it was true… and that meant…
Jazz never realized that there were sparks coming from his helm or heard Prowl call his name as he suffered from the most spectacular crash in the history of Cybertron.
Who wouldn't after being told, that Prowl's carrier was Bluestreak?
Probably To Be Continued
Notes: … maybe there's going to be more.