"Tell me why is it that we have to watch it tonight."
"Bumblebee," Jazz corrected to his ever whining spark mate, gently rocking the small being in his arms that looked up at him with sad optics. "His name is Bumblebee." Prowl merely sighed and shook his helm, wondering why he had let Jazz into something like this in the first place.
With a Sparkling around, and nowhere to place him at the moment that was safe, the best thing the mechs in the med bay could think of was to place him in one of their rooms without letting anyone know about him. Optimus couldn't; he had to help Prowl find somewhere safe to place the mechling without him getting into the war. Ratchet obviously couldn't unless they wanted someone to find out; he had a med bay to work, and wouldn't have time off until that evening with it was time for bed. Ironhide flat out refused to watch the youngling that night; said he couldn't take care of one even if he tried. Which left Jazz; and he didn't mind doing so. He just forgot to ask his "roommate", that was all. Sometimes his bonded overlooked the important things, such as the care of a youngling. Yet, Prowl had a good point; they didn't know how to take care of a youngling, and Prowl had important work the next day, meaning that he had to get a good nights sleep, and the sparkling didn't look like he was going to have a happy slumber.
Ratchet informed that when a sparkling was taken out of familiar surroundings - aka it's home with it's carrier and sire - and put into a place where it never remembered being. When Jazz pointed out that it was fine when they entered the home and brought him to the med bay and fed him, however Ratchet informed that most likely the little mechling was tired and hungry, and had yet to take in it's surroundings, seeing as how he was asleep all the way to the med bay. Jazz had given up after that, and merely took the low grade meant for the Sparkling - Bumblebee - and went on his way. Needless to say, Prowl wasn't too happy when he came back to their shared berth that evening and saw Jazz holding the Sparkling in his arms as he tried to comfort it.
"Well, what ever it is," started Prowl, calmly walking over to his desk, filled to the brim with data pads and what not, "I hope you can keep him calm during the night. Primus knows I'm terrible with Sparklings to begin with."
"An' ya think ah'm th' best for 'im?" Jazz retorted, which seemed to fail right off; Prowl turned to give him a raised optic ridge, and Jazz looked down at Bumblebee to see the small Sparkling in his arms holding back crying as if he was trying to settle down and go to bed for him.
"I rest my case," Prowl said plainly, obviously thinking the same thing. Sighing, Prowl sat down at his desk, looking through the files he had and hopefully he would be able to find a place to sent the sparkling to so it would be safe and away form the war.
And more importantly, away from Decepticon hands.
Seeing as how Prowl was busy with his files, his back turned, Jazz looked back down to the little sparkling in his arms. Bumblebee seemed smart for even being a few orns old. He knew how to tell someone he was hungry without having to cry or whimper and someone have to find out for themselves. He was able to understand where voices came from, and was able to look straight at the mech talking if he chose to and was able. The movement he had with his servos with quite amazing, too; just before Prowl had came into the berth to be surprised with the sparkling in Jazz's arms, the silver mech had been trying to make the mechling laugh - which came to a complete failure - while holding him up. Bumblebee was not laughing, and instead, because he was near enough to the saboteur's face, lifted up his servos and placed them on Jazz's mouth, making him stop talking. Either 'Bee - Jazz's new pet name for the yellow sparkling - was wondering why the sound was coming from the moving object on the older mech's face, or he was getting tired of Jazz trying to make him laugh and him putting his little servos on Jazz's mouth was a nice way of him telling the older mech to shut up.
Either way, Bumblebee was pretty smart.
Now looking at the mechling, who was whimpering in his arms, Jazz couldn't help but feel a need to protect him, no matter the cost. Perhaps it was just the fact that Bumblebee was a sparkling and could not defend himself from much of anything, and looked so innocent as he stared up at him with those baby blue optics, wanting his home with his carrier and sire. When those images of a tiny mechling sat tangled in a mess of blankets, tucked in the arms of his fallen carrier, Jazz grimaced; who ever it was that had decided to leave a sparkling there to die, to die alone when he had all the right to live because he had down nothing wrong but live, and kill all of his family around him, well, Jazz felt sorry for the one who killed them and left the Sparkling behind; because when he found out who they were, they were going to pay the price. Jazz rarely killed unless there was a good reason for it or unless he was defending himself, and this was defiantly a good reason.
As Bumblebee began whimpering in his arms again, Jazz instantly went to trying to calm the little being with his voice, much to Prowl's displeasure; the cop car thought that not waking up at all the night due to a sparkling also meant a silent night in reading over what he had to do to find that little creature a place to stay. Ah, well, one can dream, can't they? The sparkling calmed a little, and Jazz silently brought up one of the sparkling blankets Ratchet had found in his storage in the med bay, thick and fuzzy and meant to keep infants warm; it also happened to be yellow, much to Jazz's amusement. Gently Jazz lifted the sparkling up and wrapped the blanket around him, making sure he was nice and snug before grabbing one of the many low grades meant for the sparkling, and brining it over to the little creature. That seemed to be just what Bumblebee needed; slipping his arms out of the blanket and reaching up the cub topped and with a tube sticking out for him to drink out of. He seemed eager
Jazz smiled; complying with the sparkling's request and dipped the cube down so the tube was just above his mouth. Bumblebee took it happily in his little servos, wrapping his digits around it as he put the tube in his mouth and began drinking. The little fragger was cute, he had to admit; who ever his sire was - he never got a good look at him in the dim light, neither did he get a good look at the femme, nor did he want to, seeing as how she was dead - he and the sparkling's carrier must have been smart when choosing a proto form for the bugger, and he had a really good paint job, too. His baby blue optics were full of innocence and wonder, and it was a wonder as to how anyone could deny them. Humming as the sparkling drank, Jazz gently began rocking the small figure, trying to get him to drift off into a nice recharge.
And all the while, he hadn't noticed that he began to wonder what he and Prowl's first sparkling might look like.
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After a good two human hours, Prowl was done with working, and complied that he had done enough for the day. He was surprised that Jazz hadn't walked over yet and told him that it was time for him to go to bed. Prowl wavered that thought off; knowing that his bonded was taking care of a sparkling at the moment, which could mean that he was more caught up in taking care of it rather than looking after his bonded at the moment. With a sigh, Prowl organized his belongings in two piles; finished and unfinished, he had dubbed them, putting anything he still wasn't too sure about in a third pile to the side. Standing up, Prowl turned to walk to his berth, quite ready for a good night's recharge, however when he saw the figures on the berth, he instantly stopped in his tracks.
Jazz lay in the middle of the berth, curled up on his side with his helm aligning with the bottom of the berth and his peds near the top. He had the blanket pulled up just above his waist, and his arms were circled around Bumblebee as he slept. The small Sparkling clicked an twittered in his sleep, a small pillow behind his helm as he was guarded by Jazz's body as he lay on the bed. Several little blankets lay on his small frame, and a tiny servo gently rested on Jazz's face, just above his nose as Bumblebee was so close to the bigger mech's face. They both seemed too comfortable, which made Prowl afraid that if he got into the berth that he would wake up one or both of them, disturbing their deep slumber. Finally, the SIC got up the courage to quietly tip toe over to the berth, seeing as how he could be quiet enough.
However, as he got to the edge, the Sparkling shifted in his sleep, and after a moment, onlined it's optics wearily to look up to Prowl as he loomed over the berth. For a moment it looked as if Bumblebee was about to start crying, and Prowl did the first thing that he could think of; gently the SIC stroked the sparkling's cheek lightly with a finger. That seemed enough for Bumblebee, and silently he fell back asleep, his shallow breathing showing that he had done so. Prowl sighed in relief before carefully climbing over Jazz and lying behind him, pulling the blanket over himself and higher up on Jazz, making sure to not let it land on Bumblebee's helm and suffocate him as he too was covered up a bit to make sure that he was warm enough for the night. Prowl had to admit, the little bugger - no pun intended - was kind of cute.
Scooting up to slightly spoon with Jazz, Prowl laid his chin on the other mech's neck nape, one arm draping over the silver mech's side. Maybe having a sparkling around wasn't so bad. Then again, these were dangerous times, and they couldn't risk the life of a sparkling, especially one so small. Unconsciously, Prowl reached down and stroked the sparkling's fore helm; making the little mechling shift slightly in his sleep and move slightly more towards Jazz's face plates; in turn making Jazz mumble something in his recharge and pull the mechling closer to him, as if trying to protect him more. Prowl smiled; for a usually hyper and overexcited mech who liked nothing but the highs of life, he seemed to calm down quite a lot when it came to this little sparkling.
And, although Prowl hated to admit it, even to himself, it was kind of cute.
Eek! Fluff. xD The song is Walk Away by Chris Clouse
