Yay! I updated. I told Shizuka that I would update sooner, but I failed miserably…so…I apologize. Anyways enjoy the newest chapter.
Chapter 7
Sparkling Sitters
Jazz quietly sneaked around the corner. He was being extra cautious not to wake up his little bundle of joy as he recharged blissfully. Surely he knew that he would get some popularity for having the first sparkling in the Autobot ranks for what seemed like forever, but he did not expect this much. Everywhere he turned there was always somebot who wanted to catch a glimpse of Razz. At first he was fine with it, but then more and more of them started to show up, hopeful of also being able to capture his sparkling's attention. Jazz had tried to ignore the strange sense of protectiveness he held over his sparkling with the others, but the second Razz gave out a sniffled sneeze, the feelings had come out full force. Razz was getting a virus, and it was because he had too much exposure with the rest of the Autobot soldiers. So he didn't dare bring Razz out to meet others, and if he had to take him with him, he was sure as slag going to make it impossible to track himself and Razz.
So here he was now, heading over to the med bay, and not a spark in sight. Jazz smiled complacently as he entered the med bay to look for Wheeljack. Supposedly Ratchet's temper should have calmed down by now.
Thwak!
Well, it should have.
"He glitched again! One of these days Sideswipe…one of these days…! I swear upon my very favorite wrench that I will make you suffer for all of this!"
"Buzz Buzz, Ratchet." Sideswipe gave the angry medic a large smile that almost touched both sides of his face.
Clunk!!
"Frag, Ratchet! Owww…." Sideswipe bent down a little at the force he'd gotten from the impact.
Jazz looked to the side of where Ratchet was standing and scowling Sideswipe. On the berth was an offlined Red Alert. Only when he was offlined was Red Alert ever that relaxed. Other then that, today was a normal day in the med bay.
"Hi guys!"
Ratchet and Sideswipe turned around to see who had spoken. Upon seeing Razz both had brightened up somewhat, especially Sideswipe who was already prancing across the room to meet Razz.
"Jazz! Can I hold him again? Can I, can I?!" Sideswipe pleaded and even tried his 'innocent' optics look on him. Jazz, of course was smart enough to know that the supposed innocent look wasn't so innocent.
"Sorry Sides. Not t'day. By the way, have any of ya seen 'Jack?"
Ratchet stiffened just a bit. Only those who knew Ratchet well enough would have recognized it.
"Yes. He is in his lab."
Jazz took the hint. Ratchet still wasn't entirely over Wheeljack's new job…in fact he'd heard rumors that Wheeljack had been sleeping in his lab. That was until his berth suddenly melted and Wheeljack was left in a big puddle of silver goop. Then it caught on fire. Wheeljack swore he didn't know how it happened. Others had simply stated that Ratchet had jinxed him. Now he was happily sleeping in the rec room. With only a thermal blanket and a table as a berth.
Suddenly, Jazz received a communication from Prowl.
: Jazz, Optimus has a mission for you. He will give you the details. :
: Thanks Prowler. I'll be right over. :
: I will look over Razzberry. :
Jazz looked down at Razz. Razz gave out a sniffle and then settled down in his thermal blanket. He needed Wheeljack to check on him.
: Actually Prowler, I think I'll leave 'im with Ratchet and Wheeljack. They need ta' get over their stupid fight, ya know. Maybe it'll help. :
: I do not know Jazz. I do not want Razzberry to be involved…:
: Don'cha worry Prowler! Ratchet'll take good care of 'im! He'll make sure notin' blows up. :
Jazz heard Prowl sigh, but accepted the idea.
: Alright Jazz. And DO NOT call me Prowler please. :
: Awww! But why Prowlie? :
: I shall write you a report specifically asking why you should not. :
: Prowlie…that's no fun…:
Jazz pouted through their bond. Poking the barrier Prowl almost always put up when he was working. Prowl nudged the feeling aside and tightened his barrier.
: I am warning you Jazz…:
: Screw the warning Prowlie…why don'cha just give me the punishment? I'll be a good little bot, jus' make sure ya play nice. :
Jazz hit Prowl's barrier will al the lust and playfulness he could muster.
: Jazz! :
Jazz gave a moan over the comm link.
: Jazz, we shall not keep Optimus waiting. This conversation will continue later. :
: You fraggin' bet it will Prowlie! Jus' wait till I get my hands on ya….:
: Prowl out. :
: Bye bye Prowlie! Ya Beast! :
Jazz growled his last sentence. He could feel Prowl's annoyance. Oh yes, It wouldn't be long before he got him some hunk of Prowl. His mate was every bit of an animal on the berth as much as he was passionate. Jazz moved his fantasies aside as he attended to the matter at hand.
Ratchet had gotten back to Red Alert, while at the same time still giving Sideswipe another audio receptor full of his stupid mistakes and ideas. Then he smacked Sideswipe on the side of his head before allowing him the freedom of leaving his med bay. As soon as Sideswipe left the room Jazz confronted Ratchet.
"Ratchet, I have a favor to ask ya."
Ratchet looked back at Jazz, waiting for an explanation.
"If ya don't mind, could you and 'Jack take care of Razzie for a while? I have to go on a mission and Prowl is too busy…"
"Of course Jazz. Let me just tell Wheeljack to get over here."
"Thanks a bunch Ratch!" Jazz gentle placed Razz in Ratchet's arms and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek of his faceplate before waving goodbye.
Ratchet glanced down at the sleeping sparkling in his arms. And to think that he could have gotten this little bundle of wires as his patient if it wasn't for the fact that he had been birthed early. Ratchet hmphed.
A lot of mechs and femmes kept telling him what the big deal was about the entire ordeal.
'You're the CMO of the base, it doesn't matter whether or not Wheeljack was present at the birthing.'
Ratchet grimaced. If they were medics, they would have understood. There was an 'invisible' rule, so to speak, that when a birthing femme, or in this case mech, had her sparkling it would be the patient of the medic that had helped the birthing process. Therefore, Wheeljack was the medic of the sparkling. Ratchet wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was just a bit jealous of his mate.
Ratchet comm linked Wheeljack before he got annoyed of his constant thinking on the matter.
:Wheeljack? :
: Yeah Ratchet? :
Ratchet could feel Wheeljack's curiosity of finally having been called upon.
: Can you get over to the med bay? Jazz and Prowl have left us in charge of their sparkling. :
: Alright. I'll be there. :
Wheeljack grinned behind his mask as he realized that Ratchet had allowed him back in the med bay. Maybe he was starting to get over the incident? If that was the case Wheeljack couldn't wait to be forgiven and then get to sleep in their room. He'd been sleeping in the rec room for far too long and he really really needed to get laid.
Thank you for reading this far people! Reviews are welcome of course and for those of you that don't know 'Buzz buzz' is something I got out of the book Hamlet by Shakespeare. It's supposed to mean nothing new. (or something similar to that)
