Title: The Autobot Aerial Commander
Rating: F for Fluff-tastic!
Warnings: blood glucose levels may increase from sugary goodness
Universe: G1, pre-Earth
Summary: The Autobot tactician and Aerial Commander team up to take on the dreaded Starscream! *dun dun duuuuuuuun!*
Author's Notes: Bluestreak is the equivalent of about a three-year-old.


Prowl finished off the report in his hand with a sigh, throwing it back up onto the couch and reaching around for another datapad. He was currently sprawled on the floor of the main room in the apartment he shared with Jazz. He'd been banished from their office by said mate, as he was having a meeting with one of his newest Special Ops members, some snooty little Towers mech by the name of Mirage.

Prowl hadn't minded, though, especially when little Bluestreak had wandered out of his room with an armful of his favorite toys and spread himself out at Prowl's feet. He welcomed the distraction, abandoning the latest security report from Red Alert in favor of his sparkling. (He had, of course, first checked to make sure his mate's guest was not there to witness such before sliding down onto the floor to play with his creation's building blocks.)

It was less than a joor later, though, when the little one had proclaimed himself bored of the toys they were playing with and went off in search of new ones. That had been nearly twenty breems ago, so Prowl could only conclude that his offspring had become distracted with something in his room and forgotten about playing with one of his sires. Feeling only slightly put out, Prowl had returned to his waiting reports.

Having chosen to remain on the floor, he left himself vulnerable to sudden attack, a fact that Bluestreak all too happily exploited.

"YAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Prowl turned his helm in time to see the look of determination on Bluestreak's faceplates as he launched himself full force at his father before he was bowled over.

Thoroughly pleased with himself, Bluestreak laughed gaily, then shrieked in delight as his father, now flat on his back, lifted him into the air to hover over his chestplates.

"Oh no!" Prowl cried in mock horror. "It's an attack! I'm being pinned by the most terrifying enemy to Autobots and Decepticons alike -- the great and dreaded Starscream!"

He waved his sparkling around, pretending that the little botlet was flying above him, but Blue squirmed in protest.

"No, Fader!" he exclaimed. "I norra 'Cepticon, I's a Autobot!"

"Not a Decepticon, you say?" Prowl said, narrowing his optics suspiciously. "Then what reason have you for knocking over a fellow Autobot, soldier?"

Bluestreak put on the most serious look he could, scowling fiercely as he explained to his father, "I's the Autobot Aerial Commander! I's savin' you from da Seekers!"

Prowl gasped dramatically. "Enemy fire! Well, you'll put a stop to that, now won't you?"

Bluestreak nodded earnestly, then squealed in delight as his father began to move him around in the air again, this time making engine noises with his vocalizer to accompany his "flight".

"After bravely saving the Autobot's head tactician, Aerialbot Bluestreak zooms off to save the Prime himself!" Prowl said, commentating their little game. "Take that, Megatron! Zoomzoomzoom, POW!"

"POW!" Bluestreak repeated, shooting the invisible Decepticon Lord with pretend guns attached to his outstretched arms.

"But what's this?" Prowl gave another dramatic gasp. "Poor Lieutenant Jazz has been cornered by Menasaur! Who will save him?!"

"I'll save you, Daddy!" Blue shouted, leaning forward in a pretend dive. "Bad Menasaur!"

"Bad Menasaur, indeed," Prowl agreed. "But he is no match for the mighty Bluestreak! Wham, zap, boom! He goes down with a mighty cry – 'Aaaaauuugh!'"

Blue, absolutely delighted with his pretend conquests, broke character and started giggling. A smile of his own broke out on Prowl's faceplates.

"And off the amazing Air Commander goes, twisting and turning in the air, wreaking havoc upon any Decepticon foolish enough to stand in his way. Eat scrap, 'Cons!"

"Fader, look! I's Starscweam!" Blue exclaimed, pointing straight ahead.

"Primus above, it is!" Prowl couldn't stop the smile from growing on his faceplates now, feeling the absolute joy Bluestreak was experiencing from the game bleeding through their bond.

"Le's get 'im!" Blue declared.

"Yes, let's," Prowl agreed with a nod. "Off we go, Tactician Prowl and Lieutenant Jazz aiming from below, trying to help their great and mighty Aerial Commander, but it is a futile attempt. The two fliers soar higher into the air – higher, higher! – until they can no longer be seen from the ground. It is Bluestreak's fight now. It is up to him to save the day!"

"Yahaaaa, ya dirty 'Con!" the sparkling growled. "I's our fight, now!"

"In a spectacular show of aerial acrobatics, the two battle across the skies, neither giving an inch, until, suddenly – BLAM! Starscream is hit! He goes down! Bluestreak, ruler of the skies, has emerged victorious!"

"Haha, Screamer, take that!"

"But, just as the Autobot lets his guard down, in charge Skywarp and Thundercracker, Starscream's angry trine mates!"

"Oh no!" Blue squealed.

"Oho, yes!" Prowl affirmed. "Furious at their leader's downfall, they attack! Bluestreak ducks, dodges, and just when he's about to get away – OH NO! HE'S HIT!"

"NOOO!" Bluestreak wailed, rocking back and forth in Prowl's grip as if actually recoiling from a blast.

"It's true! The mighty Bluestreak has been defeated! He plummets towards the ground!" Prowl ground together gears in the back of his vocalizer, simulating an engine stalling, letting Bluestreak fall to the ground in jerky movements in time to his sound affects. "Kaa – kaa –kaa – KABOOM!"

Shrieking in laughter, Blue collapsed onto Prowl's chestplates, his father's arms wrapped around him, one hand stroking his lower back in affection. The usually stoic tactician couldn't help but let loose a laugh of his own, bond filled with nothing but his sparkling's delight – and, of course, his bondmate's amusement.

Craning his neck to look over Bluestreak's doorwings, he saw Jazz, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest, an entertained smirk on his faceplates. Prowl, too elated to bother being embarrassed at being caught at play, simply jerked his head to the space on the floor next to him, a silent invitation for the Lieutenant to join him and the now tired Aerial Commander. Smirk widening, Jazz pushed away from the wall and sauntered over, flopping down next to his partner and sparkling gracefully. Alerted by the sound, Bluestreak turned his head.

"Hi, Daddy," he said with a smile.

"Hey there, baby," Jazz responded, reaching out to stroke the youngling as well. "You an' yer father havin' fun?"

"Mmhmm," Blue hummed, nodding in affirmation. He blinked his optics slowly, worn out from laughing so much. "We was playin' Aerial Commander."

"I heard," Jazz chuckled. Glance shifting to his mate, he added, "So did Mirage."

At this, Prowl did feel a little twinge of embarrassment, but he tried not to show it.

"Like I care what that snooty Towers brat thought," he muttered under his vocalizer.

"Course not," Jazz smiled, kissing Prowl's cheek lightly. Then, with a sigh, he off-lined his visor, snuggling closer to his bonded, looking like he was going to follow Bluestreak's example and fall into a light recharge.

Prowl smiled, pressing his lips to his lover's forehead, shuttering his own optics… then opened them almost immediately, glancing to his left at the couch.

Jazz, sensing through their bond that he was thinking about his unfinished reports, suddenly gripped his shoulder and held him down, murmuring sleepily, "Just enjoy th' moment, lover."

Prowl was about to protest, but Bluestreak made a small noise of contentment in recharge and buried his face deeper into his father's neck. Spark melting in its casing, the tactician smiled.

Jazz was right. The reports would be there later.