A/N: This is a Christmas special that the plot bunnies went rabid with, and now I've planned three parts but there may possibly be more since the bunnies really, really like this. The second part will be up late on Boxing day and the next on New Year's day. I hope you enjoy it as it's ridiculously fluffy and packed with humour!
I hope you all have a nice Christmas Eve and enjoy the story!
-AnAshBlackSword
DISCLAIMER! - I don't own transformers, I only own my OC Melody.
Melody's POV
Melody shrieked with delight as Daddy threw her up towards the ceiling before catching her.
"Higher Daddy! Higher!" The black, silver and pink femmeling crowed as she went spinning through the air but was always caught in safe servos as she fell back down.
"Yah wan' tah go higher li'l spark?" Daddy asked her, blue visor shining brightly and she squealed with joy.
"Yeah Daddy, yeah!" She replied and Daddy grinned.
"Ah'll give yah heigh' sparklet!" Daddy laughed as he tossed her high up in the air, but on the way back down she was intercepted by a different, but still safe pair of servos. She blinked as she was held upside-down to see Sire standing there with a small smile on his faceplate.
"I think that is quite high enough." Sire chuckled and Melody pouted.
"Aww! But Sire!"
"Aww, but Prowl!"
"No buts, either of you. After all, I wouldn't want my favourite femmelet to go through the ceiling." Sire said seriously as he turned Melody the right way up and cradled her to his shoulder plating. She was a small sparkling, even by sparkling terms and as Sire was taller than Daddy she was higher off the ground here which she enjoyed.
"But Sire?" Melody asked, even though Sire had just said not to.
"Yes?" Sire asked as he vented in amusement.
"What happens if I tell the ceiling 'No' like Daddy said to say if I don't want to do something? I don't want to go through the ceiling so I'll say no!" She crowed triumphantly. Now here was an excellent solution. To her surprise, both Sire and Daddy laughed at her.
"Sparklet, it don' quite work like tha'." Daddy said and she turned to frown at him.
"But you said..." Melody protested.
"Ah know, but tha' only works on things that are alive swee'spark. Tah ceiling ain' alive so it can' listen tah yah." Daddy explained and Melody's faceplate creased up further.
"How do you know Daddy? It could be."
"I'm pretty sure it ain'." Daddy answered and Melody sighed into Sire's shoulder plating – that would have to do for now though she'd still be watching the ceiling later to make sure it wasn't alive just in case Daddy was wrong. You never knew these things.
Sire carried her to the sofa, and she squirmed on his chassis as he wrapped his other arm around Daddy. Daddy had just got back after going away again which meant Sire was in a much better mood and so was Melody. She missed Daddy when he went away and didn't understand why he had to go all the time. He'd said he would explain when she was older, but Melody didn't know how much older was old enough.
Her Sire flicked on the holonet, and it turned instantly to some very loud music that had both Melody and Sire glaring at Daddy.
"Jazz, I did tell you not to leave the music on that loud if you are going to listen to it at that volume in my absence." Sire reprimanded, though she caught the amusement in his voice. Melody leaned over Sire's arm to give Daddy her best Sire-face. Sire-faces were fun to pull at Daddy.
"Yeah Daddy. It makes my audios ouch." Melody said and Daddy reached out to tap her on the nose-plating.
"Don' glare like tha' spark, yah faceplate will stick like Prowlers." Daddy grinned as revenge for the music. Melody grinned as Sire raised an unimpressed optic ridge at him.
"My faceplate is not stuck, especially not like that." Sire protested.
"Is." Daddy insisted which made Sire sigh as he shook his faceplate in amusement, Melody giggling in his arms.
After Sire had turned it over to some more suitable music, Daddy pulled Sire up to dance with him – Melody being passed back to Daddy. She frowned at the height difference and looked up at Sire.
"You're too short Daddy. Grow." She commanded her Creator, just like Sire had said to do and Daddy turned to frown at her.
"Ah can't do tha' sparklet. Yah stop growin' when yah get older." Daddy replied and Melody frowned – Sire had said if she told Daddy to grow taller then he would.
"Sire told me that if I asked nicely then you would grow, like one of those tree thingies – but he did say not to ask too nicely or you'd grow roots in the floor." Melody said seriously and Sire groaned as Daddy gave him an odd look before shaking his helm in amusement.
"Sire was bein' silleh spark – ah can' grow roots or grow anymore at tha'. Ah don' know why he woul' say tha' yah coul' either." Daddy answered, nudging Sire meaningfully which made Sire smile in the way that meant he knew something Daddy didn't. Melody sighed – it was a shame Daddy wouldn't grow taller.
"Okay Daddy." She answered before frowning at him again as her favourite question crossed her processor. "But how do you know?" She asked as she always did when someone told her something. You had to make sure of these things.
"Because ah ain' ah tree sparklet." Daddy answered which made Sire snort.
"But how are you sure?" She asked seriously. "Sire says you need to make sure of …. Things." She said, not remembering the big word her Sire had used. "So, what if you are a tree? A tree in disguise?" Melody asked, aware that Sire was laughing behind her.
"Ah highly doubt it spark. Trees don' work like tha'." Daddy sighed, glaring at Sire the whole time though he was smiling a little as he did so.
"I'll watch you then, just in case." The femme offered generously. "So you don't grow roots in the floor and make Sire sad since he cleans it allllll the time." She said, putting emphasis on the word 'all'. Floor cleaning was boring, but Sire was obsessed with cleanliness.
"Alrigh' swee'spark, but ah'm tellin' yah it ain' gonna happen." Daddy vented. Melody knew she had a lot of work ahead – watching the ceiling and the floor all the time was going to take a lot of work but she knew she could do it.
"You could be a tree Jazz." Sire said seriously and Daddy groaned.
"Stop encouragin' 'er yah … erm… scraplet." Daddy said, making sure not to use a bad word Melody had heard the twins using once before they had been smacked by Uncle Ratchet. Uncle Ratchet was her favourite Uncle, along with Uncle Ironhide and Uncle Optimus and Uncle Mirage and Uncle Smokescreen and…
Well, all her Uncles were her favourite really. But, Uncle Ratchet did tell the best stories – after Daddy and Sire of course.
"I am encouraging curious behaviour." Sire answered pleasantly.
"Sure." Daddy answered in that tone of voice that meant he didn't believe Opi. "Yah are up tah somethin' ain' yah?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Sire asked cheerfully and Daddy sighed.
"Why oh why did yah 'ave tah be head tactician? Yah are plannin' something." Daddy insisted and Sire shook his helm again. Melody tilted her helm at Sire curiously as she wondered what he was up to, but as she couldn't work it out thought nothing more of it.
Five cycles later, Med-bay, Jazz's POV
"Melody would you come over here please?" Ratchet asked and Jazz sighed as his femmelet only stared harder at his peds. This behaviour had been going on for the past five cycles as she was now firmly convinced Jazz was actually a tree in disguise. Most of this was thanks to Prowl, who actively encouraged the behaviour even though it was illogical.
Jazz knew why of course – it was Prowl's revenge for Jazz drinking the last of the high grade.
"One click please Uncle Ratchet, I'm making sure that Daddy isn't growing roots in the floor." Melody answered and Prowl snorted beside Jazz as Jazz himself groaned. Ratchet just looked confused as he tilted his helm at the sparkling curiously.
"Why would Jazz grow roots in the floor Melody?" Ratchet asked slowly and the femmelet turned to come over to him, Ratchet picking her up and placing her on the berth to scan her. It was to keep an optic on her growth as that was very important as this age.
"Because he might be a tree Uncle Ratchet." Melody answered sweetly and Ratchet just looked even more confused as he shot Jazz an odd look.
"Why would you think that dearspark?" He asked, but really the question was directed at Prowl and Jazz. Jazz vented again as he answered it for her.
"Because Prowler told her if she asked nicely ah'd grow, like ah tree. Unfortunately, she now thinks ah am ah tree an' Mist'a tactician 'ere won' tell her otherwise." Jazz groaned long sufferingly and Ratchet raised an optic ridge at Prowl who was struggling to keep a straight faceplate.
"So now I have to watch him to make sure he doesn't grow roots in the floor see! I also have to watch the ceiling to make sure it isn't alive." Melody said seriously and Ratchet vented heavily. Prowl chuckled beside Jazz – sometimes their sparkling could come out with the oddest things due to her nature of questioning the 'What, when, why' and especially 'How' of everything. He
"I'm not going to ask, but let me tell you that as a medic it isn't possible for Jazz to be a tree sparklet – he isn't organic and you need to be organic to grow a tree. And I know that because the scans said so and the scans are always right remember?" Ratchet asked and she sighed before nodding. Jazz vented in relief – once Ratchet had noticed that Melody didn't believe most thing said to her as asked 'But how do you know?' for practically everything, he had helped Prowl and Jazz to reinforce the idea that his medical scans were always right so they could make her be quiet by telling her that.
"Yeah. I'm glad you aren't a tree Daddy." Melody said sweetly and Jazz smiled at her.
"So am ah sparklet." He replied seriously, if only to humour her and get a snort out of Prowl as the tactician's faceplate curved into a smile for a moment. Even though it meant his plan was foiled, Jazz knew Prowl would think up some other way to get revenge. He planned to re-stock the high-grade long before that happened though and prevent Prowl from convincing their sparklings he was any other kind of odd object.
"I can watch the ceiling more now." Melody said the next moment and Jazz shot Ratchet a pleading look as he saw Prowl open his mouth in the hopes the medic would help him.
"The scans also say the ceiling isn't alive." Ratchet intervened and Jazz leaned back in relief whilst Prowl just looked mildly annoyed.
"Oh. Okay. Well that's good." Melody grinned at him as he scanned her. Jazz turned to grin at Prowl triumphantly – plans foiled, for now. All he had to do now was get that high grade back in and then convince Melody Prowl was some kind of odd object. He'd even bribe Ratchet to tell her the scans said so if it meant he could get his own back.
"Indeed." Ratchet stated as he resumed scanning her.
:: I don't know what you've done, but I suggest you fix it quickly since your bondmate looks positively devious. :: Ratchet told Jazz over private intercom.
:: Yeah. Ah'll actualleh do tha' now. Thanks fer helpin' meh back there. ::
:: Hmph. The twins have hidden my wrench collection – I need it back to keep them from getting out of control. :: Ratchet sent back, and Jazz grinned – he could find those wrenches easily and quickly.
:: Done. Ah'll stop by with 'em tahnigh'. :: Jazz answered as he got to his peds and made his way to the door.
"Where are you going love?" Prowl asked in a sweeter tone than he normally used in public and Jazz resisted the urge to glare at him – Prowl knew perfectly well where he was going as he could feel it over the bond but was forcing Jazz to concede defeat by saying it out loud. Deciding it was in his best interests to make a tactical retreat for now, Jazz answered the question.
"Shoppin'. Ah'll be back later. 'ave fun swee'spark." He said, addressing the last part towards his femmelet and Melody waved as Prowl just sent him that evil, knowing smile.
Sometimes Jazz could have sworn he'd bonded to Megatron and not Prowl.
However, he'd get his own back later by employing the twins. They'd be more than happy to help him execute revenge.