Jazz was probably one of his favorite care takers of all time; he would always run around with him and make him laugh. Most of all, Jazz would always play fun music for him to "dance" to; he couldn't necessarily walk, so often the silver mech would hold onto his servos and dance with him as such, sometimes picking him up and spinning him in the air, much to a few other's disapproval. The only thing that possibly stopped anyone from making Jazz stop such things was probably his shrieking laugh; the kind that made you turn your head and smile at it, just because it was coming from a child's mouth no matter what they were doing. Prowl, of course, was usually the one to disapprove of such games; especially when Jazz's usual place for taking the sparkling was his office, playing annoyingly loud music. Today, of course, was no different.
Hello, Salute
It's Me, Your DukeAnd I Made Something That's Real
To Show You How I Feel
Hello, Hello
It's Me, PicassoI Will Paint My Words of Love
With Your Name On Every Wall
When You Leave My Colors Fade AwayOoh a Ooh Ah Ay, Ooh Ah Ooh a Ooh Ah AyEvery Word of Love I Used To SayNow I Paint Them Everyday
When You Leave My Colors Fade to GreyHey Little Lover Stay
Or All My Colors Fade AwayEvery Word of Love I Used to SayNow I Paint Them Everyday
Prowl tried to act as if he weren't seeing what was going on in the large, empty space between his desk and the door, but hearing it seemed much worse than seeing it. And honestly, the second in command couldn't resist seeing why those squeals of delight were making his office an even more noisy place than it already was. Jazz was, per usual, dancing around like a moronic bot - which even Prowl hated to admit that the whole scene looked cute - with Bumblebee in his arms, rocking from side to side as he sang and twirled and hopped along with the music, a squealing Bumblebee holding onto his current care givers arms as he laughed the day away.
Prowl couldn't help the smallest smile at the sight; often the yellow bot, who was now the equivalent of a two year old, would throw his helm back and laugh, causing Jazz to sing louder and move faster. [Although not too fast, worried that he might hurt the small bot.] What Bumblebee ever saw in Jazz's antics with him, Prowl never knew, although he couldn't say much about it. He was bonded to the mech, after all, and sometimes wonder himself why he had ever bonded to him. Maybe his charms or good looks; he could never guess. Bumblebee seemed to squeal louder than before, making Prowl jump out of his thoughts; only to be helm to helm with a certain yellow bot, who was looking back at him at an upside down angle, due to the fact that Jazz was leaning over his desk, a pout on his lips.
"C'mon, Prowler," whined Jazz as the song started over again, "why don't'cha dance with us, huh?"
"Yea, Pwow-wewr!" cheered Bumblebee, tiny servos instantly dashing out to grab at the other mech's faceplates, still giggling. Prowl sighed, setting down the Datapad he had been trying to read and gently grabbed either servo in his own.
"If I do this, will you two promise me that you will leave and let me get my work done in peace for once?" he asked with a sigh, Bumblebee already seeming to get slightly dizzy for being upside down like that for so long.
"Al'ight, we will, we promise! Right, 'Bee?" pretty much stated Jazz, a smile now curving onto his lips.
"Wight!" cheered Bumblebee, quickly freeing his servos from Prowl's so that he could happily clap them in agreement.
Even the ever logical Prowl had to admit that Bumblebee was a smart mechling for his age, even though he was so tiny and all. Ratchet had even stated that his final frame wouldn't be much taller than Jazz, which was a surprise to most. Giving up on trying to do any work while those two were still in his office, Prowl stood up, his chair sliding away as he did so. Both Bumblebee and Jazz gave a cheer, Jazz standing enteric and leaping away from the desk; startling Bumblebee back into a fit of laughter as he did so. Again Prowl couldn't help but smile; he often hoped to Primus that Bumblebee wouldn't get Jazz's usually hyper personality as he grew older, or else everyone would be in for.
"What is with this song, anyway?" asked Prowl as he walked out from behind his desk, having heard the song enough to get thoroughly annoyed with it, but fearing for what else Jazz might be hiding on his radio. Sometimes, the mech just really did not know how to choose his songs.
"What?" pouted Jazz, spinning around once and making Bumblebee squeal and laugh from the fast movement. "I thought it was a good song, and so did 'Bee! Right, 'Bee?"
"Whight!" giggled Bumblebee, throwing his helm back so that he was - sadly - slightly looking Spiderman style that was still standing off on the sidelines. "You's suppose't dance, Pwow!" protested the youngling, making Prowl sigh and shake his helm.
This was going to be a long day.
Lol, love this chapter. For some reason, I think the song fits Prowl and Jazz. The song is Numa Numa by O Zone. And by the way people, I forgot to mention; this really isn't much of a story. This is supposed to be drabbles of Bumblebee when he was coming to Earth and being raised by the Autobots. You would have known this had you read the summary upon noticing the story. These stories are in no exact order, meaning that one could be right after he was just found, and the one after that while he is traveling to earth, and the next one when he's two. Also, if you guys are interested, I've written a story about how they discovered Bumblebee and have posted on here. It's called Sufficient. I'd really like feedback on it, as well as my other stories if you don't mind.
