Jazzol 7
No, I haven't forgotten these two. I just knew this was the next chapter and... Warning: This is going to be hard on the heart. Emotions will be very real and personally experienced. Rest in peace, my baby girl.
It's been a few months since the news of their bondhood/marriage got exposed. No there was no public ceremony, but then again, many bots do not make it public when they bond. In this time of war it could be a hazard to be bound to another. Miko has noticed that lately when Springer comes to Xenon, there seems to be a lot of arguing between Arcee and the green helo-bot and not the kind that ends with a locked sparring room. The kind that leaves a Commander storming off to the bar and a Warrior Goddess silent in her room.
Miko's heart cries out for Arcee. She's known her so very long. Arcee has lost love so many times, that she can tell being in love with this mech is killing her even more. Springer is a good soul and ever so in love with Arcee, but she's pushing him away harder and harder. Spring keeps trying to make promises..
"You can't make me that promise, Springer! Not unless you are going to lock yourself in a shielded cage and never do your duty! And I will not be the one to impede you in that way. The Autobots and Wreckers need you too much. Just… go."
Grabbing Arcee by the biceps, he pins her to the wall, "Damn-it Arcee, I love you!"
"I …don't * won't* l-love you Springer." She turns her helm away from his pleading optics.
"Yes you do."
She snaps her helm back and pierces him with a lie, "I'm in love with someone else. THERE! Happy?!"
"PRIME ON THE DECK!" Is bellowed through the halls, and Miko stops her ease dropping. Everyone comes to a snapped attention as the flaming red and maroon young Prime strides down the hall. All the EMC are lined up carefully on a riser where the Prime can see them at eye-optic level and yet out of the way of his weighty pedes. Miko can't help but see the way Springer's fists curl tightly when Arcee keeps her optics locked and following the handsome mech of power and leadership. Yes, she knows Springer, Hot Rod and Arcee had been young trainees together. A deep friendship that has been seen through the death of one Prime and the rise of another.
Rodimus has everyone's respect. Not just for his title, but the way he carries it. He does not feel worthy to bear it, and tries his best to hold it for the dignity it deserves. At times his shoulders are weighted too heavily. Miko learned recently, that he lost his own mate and his shoulders seem to sag a little lower even if his helm is held high. There at his side, is a femme looking very much like her sire with some nice rosy accents. Stunning.
"Rodimus," Arcee asks. He turns to her and smiles. With a flick of his finger, asks her to walk with him. Springer seethes. Miko's heart plunges for Springer as the two friends walk on together leaving the green one to hold the soldiers in line.
"Dismissed," Springer snaps and heads the opposite direction of Rodimus with a crack of his fist to the wall. Ouch.
Jazzol had been so busy in learning some of the new medical equipment Topspin and Springer brought in, that he missed coming home to his quarters for a special dinner Miko had planned for him. She's not upset, she knows how he can be. There were times even Optimus had to bring Ratchet a cube when he was up to his elbows in a repair or an experiment. Silently she puts the meal away and slips into her silky bed alone. Exhaustion pulls her quickly under. She didn't even stir when the heavy bot enters the quarters and collapses on the berth above. He's too tired to even transform and snuggle into with her. Besides, he has to be up in a couple hours to complete the calibrations.
It goes like this for nearly a week. They may be on the same ship and sharing quarters, but it's like two ships passing in the night. Finally they are in a planning meeting together and look at each other across the table. Both of them pout their silent apologies to each other and then soft giggles of acceptance. Just before the meeting begins, Miko giggles and then strokes her belly. Silently she is telling him, it worked.
His grin is wide and beaming. The Medic has no idea what the first half of the meeting was about because he just kept staring at his mate and her hand on her flat belly holding their future.
"Jazzol." His name is called three times before he finally lifts his head and turns to Xenon's Captain. "Care to join in on this conversation?"
He flushes deep and Miko is shot a warning look from same Captain, "Cornel, I need my medic right now. You can frag your mate later." There's a soft amused look going all around the table. Even from Arcee.
"Right, okay, but I get him as soon as this meeting is over for you guys have had him all week!" She easily shoots back making her point clear. To that, the Captain does apologize.
As promised, as soon as the meeting breaks, Miko strides across the table with a particular swing to her hips. "You and me Doc have an appointment you will NOT reschedule!"
Jazzol's optics flare and a wicked grin comes wide across his face, laying his hand out flat. Miko doesn't just step into it, she lays her self back rather seductively and makes it clear what is going to happen as soon ass they leave this room. Bots clear a path to the door and allow the lovers to make their way home.
Locking the door tightly, Jazzol released Miko and his rings. In nothing flat, he is helping Miko out of her uniform. Oh lord her white crisp shirt is already getting tighter in the bust, "How far?" They've been bonded for months but he wants to know when the conception took. His hands pan out over the swollen mounds and she hisses.
"Ohh, careful, Jazzol, Highly sensitive and, swollen. I'm still stuck in the old bra, no chance of getting new ones right now. Kind of like trying to cram a basket ball into a tennis ball can." Jazzol pouts and softly places tender kisses on them. Soon they will be the nectar of his child and out here, the only life giving thing his child will have. This trip was not meant for bearing human children, but there's no way either of them is going to deny the other a family. Frag it all to hell if either the EMC or the Autobot try to tell them not to procreate. After all, that is Xenon's missions! To find and relocate war torn families. Weather it be back to Haven or somewhere else the Decepticons and Pirates can't hurt them.
Dipping his knee slightly, Jazzol lifts Miko to his arms while she loops her over his neck. "I think about six to eight weeks in."
"Mm, time to prepare and plan then. Time to get supplies ordered, right?"
"I really don't want to think about that right now," She nips at his ear.
His chest rumbles in delight and kneels down on their silk covered bed. Ever so slowly he lays her out. Taking her hands, places a kiss in each palm and then entwines his fingers with hers. Soft tasting kisses to her forehead, temples, down her cheek to her supple neck, beautiful rounded shoulder… that soft piece of her pectoral chest area, an ever so feather like kiss to the blossoming areola, the underside of the swelling mound, her heart… down to her belly button… and then lays himself flat and looks at her harder, but still flat belly.
"Hello in there," he caresses. Miko lifts her head torn between frustration in him halting their love making but then awed by his sweetness. "Baby, I love your mother very much and I love you too. So I'm going to make love to your mother now, but I have not forgotten you. I will be back to we can talk more later, alright?" And with a sweet kiss to his budding offspring, rises back up for a passionate kiss to Miko's lips leaving her arching fiercely into his hard body.
Carefully, but passionately he takes her body against his own. Cupping, feeling each and every curve and soft piece of her body, he find his solace of comfort and pleasure. Hypersensitive and neglected for so long, she cries out loudly to his touches. He beams to making her body sing in such a way. Euphoria crests over them both easily sliding them back down to melt against each other.
"Mm, I'm never leaving this spot again," he hums to her.
"Unfortunately, I have to pee," Miko moans. "Give you five bucks to go for me?" He giggles and releases her. Fast as she can, she deals with that and slips back into her lover's warm strong arms. Large finely tuned fingers weave through her silky Asian tresses. Miko hate the fact he is lulling her to sleep. She doesn't want to go unconscious and slip away from him again, too afraid that when she wakes up he will be gone off to work again.
"Shh, it's okay. I'll stay, I promise," he can feel her fighting the sleep. He cups her face and makes her look up. "They'll just have to die in the med bay without me this time," he smirks. She shakes her head knowing that won't happen, but lets herself snuggle into his arms. Unfortunately, the toll this baby is taking on her body, make her fall asleep soon enough under the massaging strokes of the trained medic's paws.
Now more than ever, Jazzol will not leave her side. It looked like the first human born on Xenon would be Zenith. Excitement goes through both Bots and humans. Sure they've has sparklings on board, but not a human baby. This is just… wonderful.
Plans are made. Hopes are nurtured. Dreams are spun….
Unfortunately, all was not well. At her fifth month, Miko stops felling their child move. Jazz is working on a minor repair for Springer, when Miko come stumbling into the med-bay, tears streaking down her face. Springer didn't speak, he just points to the medic's human mate. Jazz quickly turns and sees Miko in utter despair. She's shaking her head and can't speak. Jazz drops his tools and turns to her, twisting the rings. Right now, his 'Bot life will just have to wait.
In two strides, he has her in his arms. Choking through the tears he understands, "She's gone?" Now his own grief takes over. Springer is shocked. He has never heard of this happening before. Humans are such a fertile race. One dying before it was born?
Jazz clutches her to his chest and just holds her tightly. When her grief becomes even more than he can hold up, they both sink to the floor in a huddled ball of tears. Springer very carefully lifts his head to the door. He sees Arcee confused, but seeing the grief on Springer's face as well, she says nothing. Springer quietly steps around the grieving couple and seals the door behind himself. Arcee once again asks him with just a look. Even Springer is choked up. Without asking Arcee's permission, he pulls her into his arms and drops his head to her shoulder, "The child is dead." Arcee tightens her grip on Springer. Whatever was their argument in the past, right now they need each other.
She's known Miko for a long time. That spunky, nothing can phase me attitude, and going to take on the world. This just wasn't fair to her or her mate. Not Ratchet's grandchild.
"Was it the mixed heritage?" She tries to find something to hang a reason on.
Springer fights back his own tears, "I don't think it really matters." Arcee cups her friend's head to her shoulder. She doesn't care who sees them. Springer doesn't care who sees him cry either. Together they stand guard to the med-bay while the couple inside grieve. Together Arcee and Springer cling to a moment of peace and grief.
So much pain in the universe and here there had been a hope and a promise from one of the most fertile species in the galaxy. Poof, gone. Once more a reminder to Arcee and Springer how precious life is. How short time is. Pettiness has no place here or now.
Within hours, Miko is forced to birth a dead dream. The pain of birth with no glee at the end. Luckily Zenith was not full term thus not a large, but still, birth is not painless. Certainly, not like this. The human doctor leaves them a quickly as he can from getting Miko cleaned up. Together Jazzol pulls Miko and Zenith to his arms and they sob together again.
"She, beautiful, Jazzol."
"Yes, she is, Miko."
A perfect little infant in their hands and yet still and cold. Lifeless her coloring begins to fade from the pinkish hue of expectation to dark … death. Both father and mother know… it's time to let her go.
"I'm glad she didn't suffer with medical probes and stuff," Miko gives Jazzol her comfort.
"Yes, that is true. She only knew warmth and our love." He is so proud of his strong wife.
With that, Miko presses the button to bring the doctor back. With a final kiss from father and mother, they lay the lost life in the doctor's hands. Even he has silent tears running down his face. There's noting left to be said. Jazzol lifts his wife and carries her to their quarters. Arcee lifts them to her hand to carry them home with Springer's arm of sentry around her shooing all other bots and EMC out of the way.
Inside their quarters, Jazzol notices someone has brought his Cybertronian shell back to his private quarters. Arcee sets the couple at the door to their pod and then turns allowing Springer to hold her close. Jazzol and Miko smile up to the two other lovers coming together again. Even through their grief, they can see someone else's healing.
A few days later, Miko and Jazz (as humans in pressure suits) go to the cargo bay. With the door already equalized with the outside, they release a Japanese lantern. With a tiny drop of Energon Arcee donated from her own body to light the lantern, the it floats out of their hands baring the ashes of their daughter Zenith. They hold tightly and give it a gentle push together.
Jazzol clasps Miko to him and softly tells her, "I'll understand if…"
Miko grabs him tighter, "I owe it to Zenith to give her a sibling. Both you and I are far too strong to let this one accident stop our family. The cord accident happens far more than you know. We can succeed."
Jazz takes a deep breath and lifts her chin to face him, "Thank you. I love you. I'm very proud of you." He's sorry there is a face shield between them right now. She smiles at his attempt to kiss her and then they watch the lantern float out into the heavens.
They have a good few minutes before the radio breaks in, "I'm sorry Miko and Jazz, but there's an SOS coming in."
Jazz reaches over to close the air lock while Miko responds, "It's okay, Springer. She doesn't need us any more and they do. Let's go."
Springer sighs in relief. He was afraid he was going to have a very distraught set of parent on his hands. He smiles to himself, he should have known better. Ater all, Miko and Jazzol are no weaklings. They never would have made it this far if they were. Practical and driven, the medic and infiltration specialist return to duty.
"Very well," the commanding officer replies, but he maneuvers Xenon away from the lantern before it jumps in order to protect the memorial.
The SOS wasn't just a cry for rescue. It was a cry for defense. True back on Earth, Miko would have been on medical leave, but this wasn't Earth. This was hell. Miko takes over the communications station and scanners, easy on the body but hard on the brain. This releases Arcee to do what she does best, fight. Arcee almost looks grateful laying a very, very tender hand on Miko's head, "Thank you."
Miko chokes a little but lets off a small smile, "Save a child for me, will you?"
Arcee also chokes on her words and smiles herself, "Yes, Cornel."
Arcee did one better. With Springer covering her, Arcee and Hound are able to liberate a whole school. She's glad to be able to report back, "Cornel Miko, mission accomplished." Miko just laughs back to hearing the squeals of delight from a whole flock of young voices.
Next chapter will be more pleasant, promise. Just not sure when it will go up.
