A loud knocking startled Jazz out of his recharge, followed by Chromia's muffled voice, "Jazz? You okay in there?"

"Yeah, hold on femme!" He called, glancing at his internal clock which read 11pm and at the mech beside him, snoring softly. My bonded, Jazz thought, a shiver of thrill and excitement running through him.

He got out of the berth, stretching and skipped over to the door, practically flinging it open. Chromia was standing there balancing a very sleepy looking Ravenblade on her hip.

"Hey 'Mia!" Jazz said happily

She just stared at him, "Jazz! You're...back!"

"Oh yeah baby!" Jazz pumped his fists, "Jazz is back in town!"

Chromia sighed, relieved, "Good. Devastated you is kinda scary, no offense. What happened?"

"Prowler spent the night and…"

"And you guys um, hang on." She covered Ravenblade's audio receptors quickly and said, "Interfaced?"

Jazz grinned wide, "Nope. Even better."

She just stared at him, "What's better than interfacing? You...made up?"

"No." Jazz rocked on his heels, practically giddy.

"Ummmm…." Chromia trailed off, and her optics got huge, "Jazz...are you guys…?"

"Yup!" Jazz spun around on his heel, "I am a bonded mech!"

"No!" Chromia gasped, delighted. She set Ravenblade down carefully on Jazz's rug and took his outstretched servo and they began crazy dancing. It wasn't really dancing, more like excitedly hopping around and whooping (the whooping was mostly Jazz).

"Jazz darling." Prowl groaned from the berth, "Could you not? My helm is already aching from all the excitement you're pounding into my processor." He rolled over, not realizing he was at the edge of the berth, and fell right off onto the ground, "Oof!"

"Pro-Prowler." Jazz laughed, helping him up, "Are you okay?"

Prowl scrubbed his faceplates, "Uggh I am so not a morning bot."

"Prowler...it ain't even morning yet."

"Nooooooo." Prowl groaned, collapsing back on the berth and burrowing into the blankets, "Leave, you evil morning bots!"

"Hey!" Jazz protested, "This is my room! And I ain't a morning bot either."

"Oh, please." Prowl humphed, but Jazz could tell from his voice that he was smiling a little, "You are an every time bot."

Jazz chuckled and turned to Chromia, "Thanks for watchin' Ravey. Sorry I just kinda left her with ya, I-"

"It's fine, Jazz." Chromia interrupted him, smiling, "I'm just glad you're you again." They said goodbye and Chromia left. Jazz started making a small bed out of sheets for a tired Ravenblade curled up on the floor.

She finally spoke, "Jazzy happy now?"

"Yes." Jazz grinned, "Jazzy very, very happy."

"Prowlie not mad anymore?"

"Prowlie is not mad anymore." Prowl mumbled sleepily from inside Jazz's blankets

"Yay." Ravenblade yawned and sat up, stretching her arms out for a hug from Jazz, "Toldja it be okay."

"Smart sparkling." Jazz kissed her helm, "Night night Ravey." There was only a soft snore in reply, and Jazz smiled and crawled back into his berth next to Prowl.

"You are so cute with her." Prowl smiled tiredly

"She's a cutie pie." Jazz poked Prowl's side, "Why? Ya want one of those?"

"Primus Jazz." The tactician bot groaned teasingly, "We've been bonded, what, a few hours, and you already want sparklings?"

"I push too much sometimes." Jazz admitted, "But that was how I first got ya to go out with me. Remember that?"

"How could I forget?" Prowl chuckled, "You pestered me endlessly about going on a date."

"Yup." Jazz smiled, "Pushed my way right into yer spark."

"No you didn't."

"...I didn't?"

Prowl smiled, "I already liked you before you asked me out."

Jazz's grin practically brightened the whole room, "But ya didn't answer my question Prowler."

"What?"

"Ya want one of those? Someday?"

"Someday." Prowl agreed, turning over and going back to recharge.

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Bumblebee got back from working at the police station late that night, and entered the house he and Magnia had taken over on the fringe of Iacon. As he shut the door behind him, he wondered why it was so quiet; the femmes usually greeted him at the door.

A glance at his internal clock made him wince with realization; it was nearly 10 pm and they were probably both asleep. He hadn't realized it was so late; the stack of reports on Decepticon activity on his desk had gotten so high that he'd tried to get through as much of it as he could that night.

Primus, when did I become such a workaholic like Optimus?, he wondered to himself as he crept quietly into the kitchen for a cube of energon.

"Ahem." Someone coughed behind him, and he turned, a cube of energon raised to his lip components to find Magnia sitting at their kitchen table.

"Hey Mags." He said warmly, shutting the refrigerator and joining her at the table, "Is Ravey Gravey asleep? Sorry I'm home so late again, it's those damn-"

"Reports." Magnia said dryly, "I know. You've told me."

He hmmd, and then said, "Mags? Why are you sitting here in the dark?"

"I was waiting for you to get home." She said simply, "I left Ravenblade with Jazz for the night, so now we can talk."

"Talk?" Bee questioned, "Sure, whatcha wanna talk about?"

"How are things working out with your new apprentice, Strongarm?" Magnia asked

"Good, I guess." He shrugged, "She's settled into the position now, and Sideswipe is running out of ways to annoy her. That one is a really stickler for rules though. She even tries to tell me if I'm not following the rules to a T."

"And she was helping you at the office tonight?"

"Nope." Bee shook his helm, "All of the young bots have a curfew of 8pm, although I doubt Sideswipe actually goes home when I send him and Strongarm out at 8. Why?"

"You know she has a crush on you, right?"

"Wait, she does?" Bumblebee sat back in his chair, astounded, "Primus, I thought she just looked up to me or something. How do you know?"

"Firestar told me." Magnia sighed, "Look, I'm just gonna say it, alright? You come home late about four times a week, and every time you're completely exhausted. And this has been happening since Strongarm, who just happens to have a crush on you, got here. So I just have to ask...is anything happening between you two? Please just tell me if there is, I-" Magnia took a deep breath, tears catching the corner of her optics, "I want you to let me know so I can move on with my life."

Bumblebee sat, absolutely stunned, with a look of complete horror on his faceplates, unable to believe what he was hearing. Finally he managed to choke out, "So you can move on with your life? What in Pit-Magnia, what are you talking about? I don't-"

"We never spend any time together anymore, Bee." Magnia whispered, "This is the first time we've talked in over a month other than quick hellos and goodbyes. I feel like I'm losing you."

"Magnia." He took her servos in his, "I'm so sorry I haven't been here; you're right, I spend too much time at work and not with you. But do you-" He swallowed, "Do you really think I would do something like that to you? To Ravenblade?"

"I don't know." Magnia sighed

"You know what the best part of my day is?" Bee said suddenly, leaning towards her, "It's coming home, because every day I come through that door and Ravenblade runs into my arms yelling, 'Daddy's home!' and gives me a hug. And then you come over and ask me how my day was and give me the sweetest kiss. And every day-" He stopped, wiping a few tears from his optics, "Every day I'm reminded how lucky I am to have you two as my family, that you love me so much and I love you guys. How could you-" He choked, "Magnia, how could you think I would destroy what I have with you two, for another femme? There is no femme that I could ever love more than you, ever, and you know that. Remember how much I had to fight for you?" He swiped at his optics again and looked at her with his tearstained baby blue optics, "I would do it all again; I would fight to keep you every day if I had to."

Magnia buried her faceplates in her servos, "Agggh, you're making me feel so damn guilty with those puppy optics...I need to go think." She stood up from the table and fled to the berthroom, leaving Bee at the table.

He sat there numbly for a good five minutes, still unable to believe this was happening, waiting for Magnia to come back.

Finally he stood up and stumbled into the living room, laying down on the couch. Magnia's voice kept sounding in his helm, replaying when she had said, "So I can move on with my life." over and over and over.

'So I can move on with my life?' Bee questioned, What does that even mean?

A chill shot through his core as he realized the answer, Does Magnia want to leave me? The thought terrified him so completely that he lay there petrified for a moment, until he heard pedsteps running towards him.

Magnia launched herself over the couch, landing on top of him, tears streaming down her faceplates. "No! No, no, no, no, Bee!" She yelled through their bond, having heard his thought in the berthroom, "No. I would never, ever even think about leaving you! I don't know why I said that, it was such a dumb thing to say. I'm so sorry about this entire night. I know you wouldn't do that to me, it's just my stupid insecurities and Firestar mentioned Strongarm's crush on you, and I think my processor just kind of spiraled out of control. I'm so, so sorry I did that to you."

"Hey." He cupped her faceplates in his servos, forcing her to look into his optics, "I love you. You know that, right?"

She smiled, a few tears escaping her violet optics, "You only tell me about twenty times a day. I love you too, Bumble."

"How could you have doubted me?" He brushed his thumb digit over her lips, "Look how beautiful you are. No femme could ever compete with you in my spark, Magnia. I'm yours, completely, forever."

She hugged his neck, pulling him closer to her, "I will never doubt you again, my spark. I will always be yours too."