Pixie Dust's note: They had come for her. They came and they took her back, Pixie Dust was so happy, she was not abandoned, instead she was loved.
*Pixi's POV*
When the explosion happened in the Decepticon base and Megatron learned that the Autobots were attacking, he was furious. The war mech had stormed out of the room and right into battle, leaving Pixie Dust all alone. Not even five minutes later, the door to his room opened and Jazz came through.
*Jazz's POV*
The moment Pixie Dust saw Jazz, the naive femme forgot where she was and what her armor looked like. She had jumped off of the berth and rushed into his arms before the Special OPS mech could even blink.
As Pixie Dust held onto him, Jazz had wrapped his arms around her, soothing the small sobs that came from her voice box. Jazz had begun to hum softly, hoping it would calm the stressed young fembot down and it did, along with (he guessed) the proximity to him.
Without wasting time, Jazz picked up Pixie Dust bridal style and rushed out the door. Eventually, both mech and femme had rushed past most the battles. The two Autobots finally made it to the exit, where Ratchet and Skyfire were waiting to get Pixie Dust out of there as soon as possible. The music loving mech was amused when Ratchet and Skyfire blushed like never before when they saw Pixie Dust and her armor. The young fembot, the medic and the scientist headed back to base, ensuring Pixie Dust got home safely.
*Pixi's POV*
She stuck close to Elita for several weeks. Pixi Dust was scared to be alone with a mech. Even medical exams would frighten her. After a few sessions with the ship phycologist, Smokescreen, she was nearly herself again.
The first time she allowed Elita One to leave the room during her check up, Ratchet told her about Prowl and Jazz, and how their sparks seemed to imprint on each other. She learned much about the process while asking embarrassed questions.
Over the course of the next few months, the black and white pair began exchanging gifts with the young fembot. Small things, to show affection. A flower here, a set of strings there. Things that showed they knew each other, that showed they cared. Occasionally, the gifts mirrored what Prowl and Jazz had gotten each other when they bonded.
About three months after they began courting, she decided that now was the time to make the bond complete. Pixie Dust walked towards the quarters of Jazz and Prowl, clasping her servos together. She was nervous. If everything went right tonight, she would no longer be untouched and she would be a bonded femme.
Jazz and Prowl knew she was coming. She told them that she had wanted to complete the bond, that she didn't want to wait any longer. They understood and asked her to come to their quarters later on.
As Pixie Dust knocked on the door to the mech's quarters, the nervousness skyrocketed. The door opened and Jazz stood there, no armor on except for his cod-piece. Jazz's body was well tuned and well muscled. Pixie Dust saw past Jazz and on the berth, sitting on the edge, was Prowl. He was laying down, reading a data-pad.
A/N:
((Sorry people but I had to put this cliffhanger. Next chapter shall be rated M. Hoped you all liked this chapter.))