Title: Of Younglings and Deities
Rating: K+
Universe: Movie 07/09 verse (AU)
Characters: Youngling Bluestreak, Prowl, Jazz, Optimus, Primus and a mention of others
Pairing: ProwlxJazz
Warnings: fluff, slight smut, a smidgen of angst, implied character death, mention of OC
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just toy with with them and hand them back in less than pristine condition.
Summary: Prowl and Jazz become incredibly concerned when their youngling insists he can speak to Primus
This one shot was requested by Leo Oneal. OC Golden Rod belongs to her, I'm just using him with permission.
::Blah:: - Radio Communication
:/blah\: - Inter. comm.
::/Blah\\:: Bond communication
There weren't many things that would pull Bluestreak out of a sound recharge as he was usually a heavy sleeper, but the sudden shift in the air that had his sensory panels twitching had him waking up from his slumber. Baby blue optics flickered and on-lined when he felt someone sit down upon the edge of his berth and began to stroke his helm in a soothing manner. The youngling uncurled from the tight ball he had been in before he scrubbed his optics with clenched fists as he sat up before letting a yawn escape his vocaliser, however when he couldn't feel the comforting presence of one of his creators, his systems fully rebooted and his gaze fell upon a strange being sat on the edge of his berth. The being shrouded in white light was not like any Transformer he had ever seen in his short life, and the set of crimson optics that were settled upon him instantly had him associating the strange mech with the Decepticons. The little grey mechlet felt his spark begin to pulse frantically in its chamber as fear gripped his small frame, he clutched his soft toy to his chest plates before he scrambled backwards on his berth until his back collided with the wall behind him.
"It's alright little one, I'm not going to hurt you." The creature said as it held its clawed hands up in a placating manner whilst a reassuring smile appeared upon its facial plates, but the little one refused to believe him and immediately scrambled off the berth and ran out of the room calling for his parents. Bluestreak tripped over a few stray toys lying upon the floor in the living room in his mad dash to his parent's room, he immediately spotted the familiar frame of his father upon the large berth the moment he made it around the doorway. The youngling glanced back over his shoulder before hastily grabbing one of the door wings lying over the edge.
"Father, father, father!" The little one chanted as he tugged upon the back appendage none too gently "father wake up!"
"Blue?" Came a sleep inquiry from his sire before Prowl shifted slightly so he could glance over the side of the berth, sleepy azure optics instantly met frightened baby blue ones.
"Father there's a 'con in my room!" Bluestreak cried as he pointed in the direction of his room, Prowl sat up then a frown appeared upon his facial plates. The youngling had been known to have nightmares about the Decepticons, and more often than not, he and Jazz had either had to check the whole room over to make sure they weren't 'hiding' anywhere or stay with the little one all night so he would recharge. Beside him, Jazz was just beginning to stir from his recharge but the tactician quickly soothed his mate back into his much needed rest before sliding his legs over the side of the berth. The Dodge Charger barely had the chance to clear the fuzz out of his processor when the youngling grabbed one of his hands and began tugging on it "come on father!"
"Alright Blue, I'm coming." Prowl said as he stood up and allowed his little one to tug him out of the room and to his own, although once they approached the threshold of the youngling's bedroom and Bluestreak met the strange creature's gaze who was still sat on the edge of his berth, the little one retreated behind his father in fear, diminutive hands clutching hold of calf armour. The strange Transformer didn't seem concerned about the youngling's sire entering the room and glancing around searching for 'Decepticons', in fact his smile only grew larger as he watched parent and child make their way around the room although Bluestreak appeared more reluctant especially once they drew near to the creature "Blue I don't see anything."
"But he's right there father!" The youngling replied, clearly upset as he pointed straight at the being. Prowl glanced in the direction the little one was pointing in only to see the berth, stuffed toys, blanket and wall.
"He can't see me Bluestreak." The creature said "he never will." The little grey mechlet shrunk back behind his father when he heard the strange Transformer talk to him "you need not fear anything from me, I would never hurt you, you're too special."
"Who, who are you?" Bluestreak asked peering out from behind his father once he had gained enough courage, his sudden question immediately had his sire glancing down at him before his gaze travelled over to the same spot his youngling looking at. A spot that beheld nothing of interest which the tactician thought was rather unusual.
"My name is Primus." The creature replied as he placed his clawed hands in his lap "I came here to check up on your spark carrier as per your request."
"So you're not a Decepticon?" The little one asked, small sensory panels fluttering upon his back.
A small smile made its way onto Primus' facial plates "No little one, I'm not a Decepticon in fact I have no side I have never chosen a side and never will do as you are all of my children regardless of your faults."
Bluestreak frowned at that "But daddy and father are my parents." An amused chuckle made its way out of the elderly mech as he watched the youngling's sire grow confused with every passing minute, it was a shame he had little to no faith and therefore could not at least sense his presence in the room.
"You will understand what I meant one day." The Deity said as he smiled at the little one who was becoming much braver with every passing second and was now stood beside his father rather than behind him.
"Bluestreak who are you talking too?" Prowl asked softly as he glanced down at his son.
The youngling glanced up at him before pointing at the area where he could see the Deity but his father couldn't "Primus." The tactician was startled by that as he stared down at the little grey mechlet who was returning his gaze intently, the Dodge Charger really wasn't in the mood for this now and the last thing he wanted was for his logic circuits to crash whilst trying to make sense of what was going on.
"Blue, Primus isn't real, never has been, he's a fictional character in a story written long ago." Prowl said as he knelt down so he was at the same height at his son. Off to the side of him, the Deity cocked his head to the side in an imitation of an eye roll, it came as no surprise to him that the little one's creator would tell him that. After all it wasn't the first time he had heard it, but it saddened him none the less. Had the war really stolen that much of their faith? Or was it other circumstances that had done it?
"But I can see him father, he's right there." The youngling replied sadly as he glanced at the creature, little sensory panels drooping upon his back.
The tactician vented a heavy sigh out of his intakes "That's enough, come on back to bed."
"Daddy would believe me!" Bluestreak shouted at his sire before stamping one of his peds, clearly upset that his father wouldn't believe him.
Prowl felt his temper flare slightly "Don't you dare wake your carrier Bluestreak." The youngling scowled at his father, little sensory panels flared upon his back. The tactician noticed how the little grey mechlet looked like Jazz in that instant when the saboteur was angry or upset about something "come on bed now." Bluestreak glared at him a while longer before finally relenting and heading to his berth, he clambered up onto it and settled down upon his side, his back facing his sire. The Dodge Charger vented a sigh out of his intakes, he really didn't want to upset his youngling by telling him their Deity wasn't real but it seemed overly far fetched to be true. That and he couldn't quite comprehend why Primus would talk to his son out of all Cybertronians, not that he didn't consider Bluestreak special in every way, but there were a few who did believe in the existence of their Deity so why not them?
The black and white mech shook his helm to clear his head, he really didn't need to be thinking about this right now, not when it was giving him a processor ache and causing his logic circuits to glitch. Prowl moved across to the berth, picking up the blanket before tucking it around the youngling's frame, once done, he smoothed hand over the little grey mechlet's head "night Blue." Bluestreak simply grumbled at him as he powered down his systems for recharge. The tactician stood up fully before his gaze fell on the spot the youngling had been looking at and simply frowned when he still didn't see anything, not even his sensors were detecting any sort of energy signature in the room. He vented another sigh before making his way out of the room and back to his own, only to falter in his steps when he saw Jazz leaning against the doorway. The Dodge Charger quickened his steps and strode across the living space so he was at his mate's side in seconds.
"You shouldn't be out of bed." The black and white admonished the saboteur.
"What was that all about?" The Solstice inquired tiredly.
"Nothing, Blue thought he had a Decepticon in his room." Prowl replied "turns out it was a false alarm, now come on you should be resting or I'll have Ratchet to answer to."
"You mean after he's chewed out my aft first then he'll reformat you." Jazz said with a small grin upon his lip components.
"That's comforting." The tactician responded as he gripped one of the saboteur's arms and began leading him back to their berth, however just as they turned in the doorway, the Solstice couldn't help but glance in the direction of their little one's room. He knew there was more going on then his spark-mate was letting on but right he needed to rest to let his self repairs finish what they started.
Bluestreak waited for his father to leave the room before he slid off his berth and crept across the room, he glanced around the door way watching his parents interact before they disappeared from view although he noticed his carrier appeared to glancing in the direction of his room. He shrunk back into the shadows making sure his daddy didn't spot him.
"You are a defiant little one, you are most certainly like your carrier." Primus said, he watched as the little one jumped and spun round to face him before he saw small sensory panels drooping.
"Why won't father believe me?" The youngling asked as he made his way back over to his berth and clambered up onto it, he grabbed his favourite stuffed toy from where he had discarded it and began picking at a stray thread.
"Because little one, he lost his faith years ago." The Deity replied "he just needs to be reminded of it that's all, and in time maybe he will." The large Transformer smiled reassuringly down at the little grey mechlet as he rested a single clawed hand upon one of Bluestreak's shoulders "now you should listen to your sire and go to sleep." The youngling nodded solemnly as he grabbed his blanket and tugged it around his frame before powering down his systems for recharge. Primus stood and glanced down at the little grey mechlet, he vented a deep sigh out of his intakes as he gazed upon the Earth born youngling. He was beginning to wonder if this had been a mistake showing himself to the little one in the first place, but he knew Bluestreak required comforting in his time of need especially someone other than the Earth bound Autobots. He allowed a small smile to appear upon his lip components as he leant down to smooth a clawed hand over the youngling's helm in a comforting manner before straightening and vanishing from the room in a bright flash of white.
Prowl was concerned, in fact he was down right worried about an unusual and some what delicate situation involving his son. He wasn't the only one either as Jazz had expressed worry for their seven year old creation as neither of them knew how to proceed especially when their son insisted that he could talk to their Deity Primus. Even the others had expressed a concern when they found Bluestreak happily chatting to a being they couldn't see or believed existed. The youngling had protested profusely when his parents took him to Ratchet to be checked over, but the CMO couldn't find anything wrong with him in the slightest, although he did recall the pair of them back and told them that it was normal for younglings to have an imaginary friend especially during times of loneliness or a traumatic event in their lives. However neither Jazz or Prowl especially, were convinced by this theory but they decided to let it play out hoping Bluestreak would return to 'normality' soon.
The tactician sat back in his chair whilst his gaze settled on the doors opposite him, this had all started a week ago after a skirmish with the Decepticons that had left several of them requiring immediate medical attention, his mate included. Bluestreak had been so scared for his carrier that he refused to eat and sleep until his father, his uncle and his guardians managed to reassure him everything was going to be alright. But the youngling had been much quieter and more obedient and quite frankly Prowl was becoming concerned, he knew that raising a sparkling/youngling wasn't going to be easy whilst the war still waged between them and the Decepticons, but he had never thought anything like this would happen at all. They had never had this much trouble raising Bumblebee through the escalating war on Cybertron, although they had a few ups and downs, however it seemed psychologically Bluestreak was a lot more fragile than the scout, a weakness he knew could easily be exploited by their enemy.
The tactician was drawn out of his thoughts when he heard the chime sounded alerting him to someone outside of his office "Come in." He called as he sat up fully as the doors whooshed open, permitting his leader access "Sir?" The Dodge Charger began to rise when his leader held up a hand.
"At ease Prowl." Optimus said as he stepped inside and made his way over, his azure gaze wandering over the tired frame of his 2IC "is everything alright?"
The tactician vented a sigh out of his intakes "Things have been a little trying lately with Jazz recovering from the skirmish with the Decepticons and now this delicate situation involving Bluestreak."
"Yes I heard about that." The Prime said as he sat down in one of the chairs opposite the black and white "have you tried talking to him?"
"Believe me Sir, both Jazz and I have tried and quite frankly we're running out of options." The Dodge Charger replied as he sat back in his chair, gaze settled upon the pile of reports he had yet to read through.
"Has anyone else tried to approach him?" The semi Peter-built inquired, he saw his 2IC glance at him curiously "it seems that what has happened just recently has had a profound impact upon him and since you and Jazz are his parents, it maybe a little hard for him to talk to you about how he feels."
"Maybe." Prowl replied as he placed his elbows upon the polished surface of the desk and interlinked his fingers "I just can't begin to understand why Bluestreak would insist that he can speak with Primus, it seems …. illogical."
"But not impossible." Optimus mumbled which earned him a surprised look from his military strategist, he opened his mouth plates intending to say something to cover up what he just said but promptly shut them again, realising that maybe he had said too much in just those three simple words. After all he didn't want to alarm Prowl to the fact it could be a possible occurrence as their youngling got older since the Allspark had been bridge of communication with their deity. And of course his own experience had only come after he had been zapped by the cube when he had foolishly approached it after a simple midnight walk to the temple of Simfur not long after the war began. He knew this possible scenario was going to be hard on both of the little one's parents and no doubt would glitch the tactician's logic circuits a few times, but he believed it was unavoidable.
The Dodge Charger vented a heavy sigh out of his intakes as he slumped back in his chair, his own processes running at faster speeds than normal as he tried to comprehend the three words Optimus had just spoken, but decided against it when a warning sprung up in his HUD about a possible processor crash. He was still troubled about how to proceed when it came to his little one and knew that maybe it would be worth having one of the others speaking to Bluestreak and have him to talk to them about what was troubling him. But then again there was the small minute chance that his son was telling the truth and that he could really talk with Primus, however his question was why, not too mention how. However he believed that maybe such answers would remain elusive unless given otherwise. The black and white mech was drawn out of his thoughts when someone urgently pinged his comm. link.
::/Prowl you gotta come quick!\\:: Came Jazz's sudden panicked call through their shared link.
Prowl pushed himself up from his chair, door wings flaring in concern ::/Jazz what's wrong?\\::
::/It's Blue, he's taken off.\\:: The saboteur replied ::/drop whatever ya doin' an' help me find 'im!\\::
::/I'm on my way.\\:: The tactician said as he made his way around his desk, his gaze meeting his leader's concerned one briefly "a situation has come up Sir, I have to …."
"It's alright Prowl, go." Optimus told his 2IC, the Dodge Charger nodded before quickly making his way out of his office. He raced through the corridors until he nearly ran into his frantic mate, the pair of them rushed through the hallways, barely registering the voices of humans and Autobots alike as they shouted to the bonded pair where and when they had seen the youngling. The bonded pair rushed through the base until their directions lead them to the entrance of the base where a more helpful airman told them he had seen the little grey mechlet heading off the base grounds, Jazz and Prowl wasted no time in running across the tarmac, barely avoiding stepping on any human who happened to get in their way as they pursued their wayward offspring. The saboteur finally spotted a little grey frame several yards from their position and lengthened his strides despite his body's protests at being pushed into doing too much physical activity in one day, and knew he would pay for it later but right now he was more concerned about Bluestreak's welfare.
"Blue!" The Solstice shouted as he and Prowl raced to catch their son up "Blue baby come back!" However the youngling either didn't hear them or was simply ignoring them, the silver mech knew it was probably the latter if the little grey mechlet's outburst back at the base was any indication. Jazz decided he would shoot Barricade later for being far too blunt with Bluestreak and upsetting him in the process. A matter he communicated to Prowl over their spark link as they rushed after the youngling. They soon caught up with their errant offspring at his favourite site, although both weren't prepared for the surge of emotional input the little grey mechlet was transmitting over their shared link the moment they came into close proximity.
"Go away!" Bluestreak yelled at his parents as he turned to face them, optic fluid falling from his optics and down over his cheek arches "you don't believe me, no-one believes me!"
"Bluestreak we want to believe you but …." Prowl began as he slowly approached the youngling, hands held up in a placating manner, he detected a minute stiffening in his mate's frame next to his but simply put it down to the shock at feeling so much anger radiating off the little grey mechlet. The tactician was taken completely by surprise when he saw his offspring's shoulders slump and his sensory panels droop so they hanging low upon his back, he half expected his son to start throwing a tantrum since he had seen this behaviour a few times before.
"He says I shouldn't blame you, it's not your fault." Bluestreak began as he glanced at the space next to him which had Prowl frowning and Jazz shuffling uncomfortably upon his peds "and he says there's one way I can prove ta you I'm tellin' the truth." The youngling cocked his helm to the side as he listened intently "father he says you shouldn't keep blamin' yaself for Goldenrod's death, it was an accident."
"He what?" The tactician inquired, now completely overwhelmed and perplexed. No-one knew of the fatal incident that had occurred when he was just a youngling other than his bonded who had only found out about the tragic memory during a spark merge. He recalled painfully that fateful day that he and Goldenrod had been out playing hide and seek when the floor in a derelict building they had been playing in gave way beneath them. Prowl had been lucky to escape with a few scrapes and dents, a shattered right forearm strut and a dislocated right sensory panel, but the other youngling had been trapped beneath concrete and metal, crushed beneath its weight. He had been assured numerous times that it wasn't his fault by his creators and that of Goldenrod's, but that hadn't stopped the black and white mech from feeling responsible for the tragic loss of his closest friend. The tactician glanced at his son and could see the baby blue optics staring at him, imploring him to believe him and how could he not? After all Bluestreak couldn't have known about Goldenrod's death unless either Jazz had told him or he truly was speaking to their Deity.
The Dodge Charger glanced at the spot next to Bluestreak "If what my son says is true, why have you not sought to tell me sooner that I shouldn't feel responsible for what happened all those millennia ago."
The youngling focused his attention upon Primus stood next to him before glancing over at his sire "Because father, he says he was hopin' you'd forgive yaself."
"And maybe ya should love, what's happened has happened, nothin' can change what occurred all those years ago." Jazz said as he gently gripped his mate's upper left arm, although his azure gaze was also settled upon the spot next to their son.
Prowl vented a heavy sigh out of his intakes "I guess so." He glanced at his youngling and saw little sensory panels waving back and forth and a small expectant look upon the little grey mechlet's facial plates. He gathered the courage he needed as much as he could before pulling himself fully upright "very well. What happened back then was an accident and nothing could have prevented it from happening, however I am still partly to blame since we both should have known better regardless."
"I suppose that's good enough." Primus muttered to himself, he knew the Dodge Charger was stubborn, but not that stubborn. But it was good enough for him to hear that the black and white mech was no longer blaming himself fully for what happened, and yes whilst he should have known better than to enter a derelict building after his creators told him not too, youngling's always took it upon themselves to disobey their parents regardless of the consequences. Although that particular incident had cost a mechling his life, but it was far from Prowl's fault. After all fate worked in mysterious ways and not even the all knowing Deity had complete control over it.
"So that means you believe me now?" Bluestreak asked warily.
Prowl crouched and held out his arms "I believe you." The youngling rushed across and straight into his father's arms, the tactician pulled his son close before lifting him up as he stood then settled him on his left hip "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
"It's okay." The little grey mechlet replied timidly "he says we should go back now and tell uncle 'Cade off."
The Dodge Charger chuckled "Alright then."
"S'lright you go on ahead, I'll catch up." Jazz told his mate, Prowl glanced at him curiously, wondering what his bonded was up to but none the less carried their youngling back to the base. Once he was sure both his mate and child were out of sight and out of hearing range, the saboteur cocked his head to the side, his blue optics meeting the friendly crimson ones of their Deity. A feat only possible because of his contact with the Allspark shard several years ago, the very same one that had been sacrificed to bring him back from the well of Allsparks. Although now it lived on inside of his first born, well its legacy anyway.
"Thank you." The Solstice told him as he turned fully to face the lanky and anarchic built frame perched upon the boulders across from him.
Primus simply shrugged his shoulders "Your welcome." The Deity pushed himself up to his tall and intimidating height "now I must be heading back to the well of Allsparks before a few errant souls decide to create chaos in my absence." Jazz chuckled at that and Primus glanced at him before pointing a long slender finger in his direction "and don't think I don't remember the trouble you caused whilst you were in my care before you rejoined the material world again." The saboteur immediately looked sheepish at that but he soon shrugged off the playful scolding.
"You know its gonna take a while for it to sink in with Prowl that his son can speak ta ya?" The Solstice said "that's if his logic circuits don't crash first."
Primus chuckled "I am aware of that, but may be in time his own faith will grow and he'll be able to at least sense me the next time I visit this world." The Cybertronian Deity approached the small silver mech and rested a clawed hand upon one of his shoulders "look after your little one, he is far more special than you know especially in here." Primus placed one of his clawed hands upon his chest plates, right above his spark, Jazz knew exactly what he meant by that. Bluestreak was more special than just being the first of a new generation that was likely to come in the near future, the little grey mechlet was his and Prowl's child, a very much wanted (despite his unexpected conception) and loved by-product of their own love and devotion to one another, and their legacy "now I suggest you go to your mate and child, they are waiting for you." The saboteur nodded and began moving in the direction of the Diego Garcia military installation, however after a few steps he stopped and glanced over his shoulder however his gaze simply fell upon the rocks and the sea crashing against them. Their Deity was gone. The Solstice shook his finned helm as a small smile graced his lip components, it had certainly been a strange experience the past few days and he knew Bluestreak was very likely to have questions, he just hoped he and Prowl had the answers for them.
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