It's December and I'm excited for the snow I was promised.
That is my only excuse.
From now on, it's in no particular order!
There was a thick layer of something white and very, very cold on the ground.
When Prowl looked out of the window as he woke up, he nearly crashed on the spot. What on earth possessed someone to cover the desert in sugar?
He promptly realized that it wasn't sugar when his doorwings told him that the room was far colder than it usually was, and he shivered. No, it was snow.
That just brought up more questions, such as why it was precipitating ice in a sweltering desert.
If his quarters were this cold for him, a big mech with thick armored plating, then how cold would it be for his twins?
Quickly but quietly getting up so as to not disturb the mech who was still slumbering away beside him, Prowl went into his creations room to make sure that they were okay.
Somehow, one of them had escaped their crib and had climbed in with their twin, dragging their blanket along with them, and the two were curled up together. As Prowl got closer, he could hear their plating clattering as they trembled from the chill.
Taking pity on them, he scooped them both up into his arms and returned to his own berthroom, depositing them both onto the berth so they could leech warmth from their creators. Almost instantly, they huddled closer to the mech already there, who was now awake.
"Did ya turn on th' air conditionin'?" Jazz asked, shuffling over to allow more room for his mate. Prowl shook his head.
"It snowed overnight."
Jazz balked, visor brightening in his shock. "But we're in a desert!"
Prowl simply shrugged, remembering the previous time this had happened. Maybe the Decepticons were up to something again? He hoped not.
Nobody wanted to get out of the berth – it was warm, there were plenty of blankets and pillows and it was comfortable.
Unfortunately, someone had decided that it was a great idea to throw a snowball at their window and had woken up the twins, who up until then were sleeping away soundly.
"Ah'll be back." Jazz grumbled darkly, clambering out of the berth and leaving their quarters to investigate what was going on outside.
Prowl could distantly hear the sound of something soft hitting something else that was much harder and sounds of surprise. Amusement was blooming from Jazz's end of the bond, and Prowl wondered what his mate was up to.
He didn't have long to ponder on this as Jazz soon came rocketing back into their quarters, snow clinging to his legs and hands.
"We've gotta take 'em out there!" He said excitedly, bouncing on his pedes with his visor blindingly bright. "They'll love it!"
"Won't it be too cold for them?" Prowl asked, glancing down at the sleepy forms currently splayed out across his lap. They were refusing to move, much to Prowls annoyance, however he'd allow it for now.
"They'll be fine so long as they're not out fer too long."
Prowl nodded, finally relenting, and picked a whining sparkling off of his lap while Jazz picked up the other, quick to rub their noses together and keep them snuggled up against him.
The closer they got to the entrance of the Ark, the more interested the twins were in their surroundings. Reggae, who was currently being held by his Sire, watched everything with wide optics, every so often reaching out in front of him. His winglets trembled from the chilly air but it didn't seem to bother him much at all.
Blues was very much the same, visor bright, however he was holding tightly onto his Carrier and was very reluctant to let go.
Both instantly jumped when they heard the snow crunching under their creators pedes.
Prowl looked around at the winter wonderland before him, pushing the thought of just why it had snowed in the first place out of his mind. He could try to work that out later.
Jazz knelt down and carefully set down Blues, letting the sparkling cling onto his hand for balance as he sunk down into the snow. It was cold, yet somewhat enjoyable to walk in. Blues giggled, kicking at the fluffy substance and stumbling backwards into his ever-watchful Carriers arms. Reggae wasn't so careful, rocketing away from Prowl the moment he could, stumbling forwards. Prowl had already accounted for this, well aware of Reggaes… rebellious personality, and stopped him from falling flat on his face.
Reggae huffed, winglets drooping in his disappointment. He wanted to run around and play with the new toy!
"Be careful." Prowl scolded, righting the sparkling before slowly taking his hands away, but keeping them close incase Reggae decided to be 'clever' again.
Blues was tottering away by now, walking towards a large mound in the snow. It was slightly awkward for him, considering the snow came up to his knees, but he eventually made it. Reggae saw that Blues was doing something by far more interesting than he was and instantly decided that he didn't like that. He quickly waded over, throwing snow up everywhere, before coming to a halt next to his twin brother.
They both began clicking as they inspected the mound, Reggaes winglets flicking a twitching this way and that as he tried to work out just what this mound was. Jazz and Prowl were stood next to each other, Prowl having wrapped an arm around Jazz's shoulder and Jazz Prowls waist. The pair were watching the two, affectionate looks on their faces.
When Reggae sneezed, he fell forwards into the mound and was promptly disappointed to find that it was simply a rock underneath all of the snow. Blues seemed to share the same sentiment, arms dejectedly dropping to his sides.
Not to worry, there would always be another time.
The timeline for this will probably be everywhere, just a fair warning. I'll try to keep it reasonable.
~Llama
