Title: Of Sparklings and Tacticians

Rating: K

Universe: Movie 07/09 verse (AU)

Characters: Prowl, sparkling Bluestreak, brief appearance made by Jazz

Pairing: ProwlxJazz

Warnings: Lots of fluff again lol

Summary: A certain sparkling unwittingly plots against his Sire to draw him away from his work.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I just toy with with them and hand them back in less than pristine condition.

The Autobot's second in command once had a strict regime when it came to his work and duty before and after the war had begun. Many a time in the past, he would often have Ratchet's ire directed at him for missing out on recharge or refuelling just so he could always remain one report ahead. That pattern had only faltered slightly when he become involved in a romantic relationship with Jazz. The saboteur already had a habit of dropping by his office unannounced and for no apparent reason, the daily visits or intrusions as Prowl liked to label them, became much more frequent when they had become lovers then subsequently spark-mates on Earth. The tactician knew the 'distractions' his now mate had provided was to make sure that he didn't work himself into deactivation. However there had been a few times where Prowl had threatened Jazz with brig time just so he could get some work done.

But in the recent months that strict regime had been changed dramatically since the birth of his first born. At first Prowl was able to get on with his reports when he wanted to whilst the new born infant was in recharge, only needing to put down his work when Bluestreak was awake, unless of course his mate was available to see to him. But as the sparkling began to grow and become more alert, he had to place his work as a second priority especially once Bluestreak had learnt to crawl.

A chuckle escaped Prowl when he recalled the instant it had happened. He had been in the wash rack that morning before he headed for duty when he heard Jazz frantically calling his name. Concerned that there was something wrong, the tactician had raced out of the wash rack trailing soap and water in his wake, only for his optics to fall upon the giddy form of the saboteur before he spotted their creation crawling across the expanse of floor in their living room. A wide smile had taken over his facial plates then as he watched Bluestreak happily clicking and chirping as he crawled before the little grey infant plopped down onto his aft and began warbling excitedly to the pair of them. The Dodge Charger remembered that it had been a few hectic days as they raced to move anything valuable or harmful up out of their growing sparkling's reach. And now Bluestreak was entering the next steps of his development, the sparkling was beginning to use the edges of furniture (or his parents or caretakers lower legs if they were in reach) to pull himself up onto his peds. The first couple of times saw the infant collapse back down onto his backside, but Bluestreak was determined and kept at it until he was finally able to shuffle a few steps on his peds before lowering himself to the floor a little more gracefully; task accomplished until next time.

Which was exactly what Bluestreak was up to today as he edged around the small table, clicking and warbling to himself. Prowl had already lost count how many times he had to shift his bulk or offer a hand so the sparkling could move about freely, he constantly watched him out of the corner of his optics to make sure the infant didn't run into trouble. However the tactician found himself becomingsomewhat immersed in the report he was reading that he missed his creation loosing his balance and swiftly latching onto one of Prowl's door wings closest to him. A small cry of surprise made its way out of his vocaliser when he felt a sharp tug on the sensitive appendage, the tactician dropped the data-pad he had been reading to reach round in order to dislodge Bluestreak's surprisingly strong grip upon his door wing. Prowl bit back the cry of pain that wanted to escape his vocaliser when his sparkling's legs refused to hold him upright any longer and the little one collapsed to the floor dragging the wing down further with him. However the Dodge Charger found himself in another predicament as he tried to dislodge his back appendage, Bluestreak had gotten himself wedged between the couch and the small table and with no space for him to turn himself around, the sparkling was trying to use the door wing to set himself right again. Prowl managed to turn himself around sideways ignoring the the strain being put on the joint of the appendage and successfully managed to at least pry the little one's fingers loose and transfer his hold to the edge of the couch instead.

The tactician got up onto his knees and gently rotated the joint in its socket checking to make sure his creation hadn't dislocated it when he pulled upon it. It appeared he had gotten lucky this time as only the muscle cables and lines had been strained, but what had amazed him more than anything was that Bluestreak had not stopped his ceaseless chatter of clicks, coos and warbles the entire time. Prowl watched from his newly seated position as the sparkling shuffled along the edge, the little sensory panels upon his back fluttering happily. He knew that when his creation took his first tentative steps away from the furniture, he would have to learn to press the developing panels to his back which the tactician knew he would have to teach him when the time came.

But for now he would just settle for watching his son who had now reached the edge of the couch and was trying to grasp another piece of furniture to continue on with his trek, however he was simply too far away from anything to grasp hold of. Unable to move forwards without help, unhappy whimpers began to escape Bluestreak, the tactician pushed himself up onto his peds forgoing any reports for his creation. He stepped up behind the sparkling and leant over slipping one of his index fingers into one of Bluestreak's diminutive hands before repeating the same with the other. The black and white mech then gently steered the infant away from the couch and encouraged him to take a step forward. Ecstatic at his new found freedom, the sparkling began cooing and clicking excitedly as he led his father around the living space.

Prowl knew he would pay for all of this later, but he couldn't care less as his son was happy wandering around aimlessly without being confined to the furniture. They made numerous laps around the living room, not too mention the two bedrooms and the wash rack, in fact it was on the sixth or seventh time of 'visiting' the wash rack when Jazz stepped into the room. He stopped instantly in his tracks and a large smile over threw his facial plates at the sight of his mate helping their creation plod around the room. The saboteur stayed where he was watching the pair until the chuckle that escaped him drew Bluestreak's attention. The sparkling squealed in delight when he saw his spark carrier and abruptly turned in his father's grasp, nearly upsetting his already precarious balance.

"Hey Blue." Jazz greeted the infant as he knelt down and held his arms out. Once they were in range, Prowl held Bluestreak's arms out in front of him instead of above him and watched as the sparkling let go of his fingers to latch onto his mate's. The Solstice swept his creation up, tossing his small frame up into the air and catching him which earned him a round of beautiful laughter from the infant. The saboteur nuzzled his nose plates against his son's before he glanced at his bond-mate "have fun whilst I was gone?" Jazz chuckled when Bluestreak appeared to be telling him about his adventures quite animatedly.

Prowl shot his mate a smile as he leant down to retrieve the data-pads he had discarded "I believe we managed to thoroughly map out our quarters."

The saboteur set the little mechlet down upon the ground when Bluestreak wiggled to get down "He wasn't too much trouble?"

"Not in the slightest." The tactician replied as he sub-spaced his data-pads and sat down upon the couch, his optics never leaving the crawling form of his offspring.

"That's good ta hear." The Solstice said as he moved across the room and sat down beside his bond-mate, he slouched back in his seat and off-lined his optics. However he quickly on-lined them again when he felt a pressure upon his lap, he chuckled when he saw Prowl's helm occupying his lap whilst the rest of his frame took up the rest of the couch. Jazz shifted his bulk slightly so he could rest his head upon the tactician's side so the pair of them could relish in their close proximity to one another. However their attention was fully upon the beautiful life they had created as he let go of the piece of furniture he had crawled up to and pulled himself up with, so he could take his first glorious and tentative first steps before collapsing down onto his aft a few steps away. The bonded pair glanced at one another, pride and joy swelling in their sparks at the sight before they glanced across the room again. It had been a new task for Bluestreak to accomplish and with the determination his parents knew he had, he would be walking in next to no time.

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