Sorry it took so long to update. No one was cooperating for this chapter! Alas, it's finally done! I hope you like fluff, Violet was full of it. Please enjoy!


Recreation room

Violet warbled inquisitively looking over her papa's shoulder. She even pointed back in the direction daddy was. He wasn't coming? Why were they leaving him then?

"Prowl will be along soon don't you worry," Jazz smiled, nuzzling his nose against Violet's.

The little femme squeaked and giggled, hugging his head. Papa was always funny. He made her giggle all the time.

"Accessorizing Jazz?" Sideswipe asked as he strolled by.

"Yeah, you wish you had a femme as beautiful as Violet clinging to you."

"Don't most of us?" he laughed. "Have fun at the party."

"Keep Sunny out of trouble."

"Of course. Why do you think we're on duty in the command center together with Blurr?"

With that Sides disappeared around a corner leaving Jazz and Violet to continue on their way to the recreation room. As the two drew nearer, it sounded like Max and Boomer were already having a rip roaring time. Screeching. Bellowing. Banging. Violet started trilling excitedly while wiggling about in her papa's arms.

"Hold on little femme, we're almost there!" Jazz chuckled at her enthusiasm. Violet ignored him and started struggling harder to get down. "How does Prowl get you to cooperate with him all the time? I let you have more fun!"

"That's exactly why," Ratchet smiled as he caught up with Jazz. "You let her get away with too much and she knows you do it. With Prowl she knows to behave otherwise she's not rewarded."

"Mommy! Mommy! Violet's here!" Max screamed running across the room to Elita as Jazz and Ratchet entered the room.

"I can see that," she smiled, caressing the top of his helm. "Go see if she wants to play with you. Be sure to ask Jazz if it's ok first."

"Ok!"

Jazz tried not to laugh as Max came over to him. The sparkling had grown tall for his age, taking after his father. Max was twice Violet's height and stood a head taller than Boomer. But Boomer made up for the lack of height with girth, definitely his father's build. Also, it was quite clear that Max was smitten with Violet yet he was brave enough, like his father, to dare to come over.

"Jazz, can Violet come play wif me? Pweez?" Max asked politely with big blue optics looking up at Jazz.

"It's ok with me if it's ok with Violet," Jazz grinned. "Would you like to ask her?"

Max blushed, nodding his head shyly.

"Jazz, please stop tormenting my son. You know any moment Prowl could walk in," Optimus said. "He likes to keep reminding me he has a cell reserved for Max in the brig already."

"Fine, go play Violet," Jazz chuckled, setting his femme down.

Before Violet could drop to her hands and knees Max wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up.

"Max put Violet down!"

"It ok. I got her, mommy!" the sparkling mech said, carrying Violet to where Boomer was still playing.

"It's ok Elita. Max does that all the time when I sparkling sit them," Jazz said, taking his seat at the table with the other proud parents.

"Jazz, you're going to have to start discipline her more before she gets older," Chromia said. "The older she gets the harder its going to be. You're only undermining all Prowl's work with her too."

"Yeah, grow some ball bearings," Ironhide chided.

"He's hopeless," Optimus commented. "Jazz never even disciplined mechs with contraband as he was always one to join them and had his own stash. And I'm not going to go into all the unauthorized parties he threw in his quarters back in Iacon."

"That was different," Magnus chimed in as he took a seat. "Those were grown mechs that knew better. Violet is still too young to know right from wrong. She's relying on you Jazz."

"I know, I know," the silver mech huffed. "It's just so hard to get angry with her. Even when she's getting into trouble she's so cute and adorable. I love her to bits!"

"Guys, I turned out ok with Jazz as one of my caretakers," Bumblebee smiled, defending Jazz. "Violet will turn out ok too."

"Thank you, Bee," Jazz smugly grinned leaning back in his chair.

"Optimus is right for once, you're hopeless," Magnus commented making everyone laugh.

"Whatever, we each have our own way," Jazz countered. "And they're working because we have three happy sparklings."

"NO! BOOMBER! THAT'S VIOLET'S!" Max roared before tackling Boomer to the floor.

"You were saying?" Magnus smirked as a fight broke out.

"They'll get over it in a minute," Jazz said confidently.

Violet giggled and clapped as Max and Boomer growled and wrestled. Silly mechs. However, the fun didn't last because the two sparkling mechs rolled right over Violet, flattening her face on the floor.

"Max, Boomer, behave or no cake!" Elita threatened quickly bringing an end to the scuffle.

Jazz resisted the urge to rush to Violet's aid, opting to sit and watch as she sat back up. He wasn't too worried because if she was hurt she'd be crying loudly at the moment. However, Violet did have an unsure look on her faceplates that reminded Jazz of Prowl just before his CPU would lock up.

"Is she ok?" Optimus asked.

"Yeah, she's just thinking about whether she should cry or not," Jazz answered. "I doubt she's going to. She would have cried by now."

Sure enough, Violet looked over to see Max and Boomer bickering over the same toy before she went back to playing with hers.

Then suddenly it sounded like the universe was coming to an end.

"MOMMY!" Max wailed, after he fell on his aft without the toy he wanted.

"Jazz, go see what's keeping Prowl so we can do the cake," Elita said, getting to her feet to tend to her son. "Max has just lost his patience."

"Go ahead with the cake. Prowl and I can have ours when I get his aft here. Oh, Magnus, Violet is your responsibility until I get back," Jazz smirked and then was gone before Magnus could protest.

"Sneaky fragger," he muttered softly even as he rose to his feet to collect Violet while Chromia was having a quiet talk with Boomer.

"It's not that bad Magnus," Ironhide snickered.

"Yes, indeed. Violet is well past the age of accidentally lubrication on you now," Optimus added.

"Ha ha," Magnus glared at his best friend, lifting Violet up and making sure she had whatever toy she was playing with still in her hand. "She can still puke on me. There's no age limit for that."

"Relax, Magnus," Bumblebee giggled as he sliced the specially made energon cake.

"No fear of her ejecting anything today," Ratchet remarked. "She had a clean bill of health yesterday at her check up."

"Ok, stop teasing Magnus," Elita chuckled, taking pity on her friend as she sat down with Max on her lap. "You all better now?"

Max nodded his head rubbing his teary optics then laid his head on her shoulder.

"Ready for some cake?" Optimus asked, putting a piece before Max on the table while Bumblebee was passing out cake to everyone else. The little mech nodded and sniffled.

Violet sat on Magnus' lap and waited patiently like her daddy taught her. However, she was only a sparkling and she would only wait for so long. And Magnus was to busy talking to Ironhide to notice when Violet's patience ran out! The little femme helped herself to her piece of cake by pulling the plate closer.

"No, no no!" Magnus yelped, stopping the plate from tipping and dumping its contents on him or Violet.

Not understanding, Violet instantly let out a wail twice as loud as Max had done. And everyone looked right at Magnus.

"What'd you do?" Elita questioned.

"Nothing!" he replied, setting Violet on the edge of the table with her little legs hanging off. She angrily swatted his hand away with one hand while rubbing her optic with another.

"Just give her some cake before…" Ironhide started but it was too late.

Violet took matters into her own hands and impatiently grabbed at the plate. Only she was too uncoordinated to get a good grip on it. The plate flipped over, dumping the cake onto Magnus' lap.

"Oh good Primus!" he huffed as Violet flung herself down on the table in a full on temper tantrum. "Why does this always happen to me?"

"I don't know but you'd better calm her down before Prowl shows up," Ironhide chuckled.

"Oh my!" Bumblebee winced.

"Wow, Jazz wasn't kidding when he said Violet has Prowl's temper," Optimus remarked. "She's worse than Max and he has Elita's temper!"

SMACK!

"OW!" Optimus yelped, rubbing the back of his head.

"Magnus, do something before Prowl and Jazz get back here," Elita ordered, glaring at her mate.

"Too late," Bumblebee said, quickly sitting down ready to dive under the table for cover.

"What's wrong?!" Prowl and Jazz asked, rushing in straight for Violet.

"Temper tantrum," Hide simply said. "Magnus' fault for not getting Violet her cake in time."

"What was I supposed to do?! Let her lick it off my armor?!" Magnus fired at Ironhide then suddenly cringed when he saw Prowl's doorwings arch up and go rigid in a highly predatory posture indicating he was going into attack mode. If Magnus had any doubts they were squashed when the mech started growling softly, deeply as his fist slowly clenched up.

Jazz wasn't too fond of Magnus' remark either but it was his fault for putting the mech in that position. And thus it was up to him to save said mech from Prowl's wrath. So before Prowl could pounce, Jazz quickly grabbed Violet and put her in Prowl's arms knowing that would instantly get the mech to stand down from attack mode, stepping between his mate and Magnus.

"Prowl work your magic with the little darlin'," Jazz said, turning Prowl to face the other direction before he turned to Magnus. "I suggest you make a hasty retreat."

Prowl's optics followed the big mech as he hurried out. All Prowl wanted to go on a tear after Magnus for even saying such words about his baby daughter! He didn't care that Magnus was almost twice his size either.

'Calm down babe,' Jazz said to Prowl over their bond. 'You know when you're upset Violet's upset. Besides, it was my fault Magnus was in that position. So stop, glaring.'

And Violet was really upset at the moment in her daddy's arms. Her vents were wheezing heavily and her body temperature was up from being so worked up. With a nod at Jazz Prowl focused on calming down and conveying serene and loving emotions over his bond with Violet. At the same time, his hand caressed her small back while he held her close to his chest.

It only took a couple of minutes for Violet to stop shaking and quiet down. Once she was feeling better she started warbling softly, grabbing hold of her daddy's chest armor, and looking around the room. It was then he noticed the two little nubs barely jutting out from her shoulder blades.

"Ratchet, can you check something please?" Prowl asked, moving to take a seat by the medic and show the CMO what was to be examined.

"Prowl?" Jazz questioned worriedly as the room fell silent again.

"Primus," Ratchet smiled.

"Are they what I think they are?" Prowl asked. "I thought she was too young."

"To young for what?" Jazz questioned growing more concerned.

"No she's at the right age for them to start to grow and develop. Only ground mechanisms form winglets when their teenage younglings. Fliers or either born with them or develop their wings when they're sparklings," Ratchet explained.

Jazz's mouth dropped open. Violet was going to be a flier!

"Well that explains why she doesn't walk yet," Prowl smiled proudly, sitting Violet on the table. He caressed her cheek with a single finger making her giggle. Over her shoulder he could see the confused look on Jazz's face. "Instinct is the best way to explain it. She just knows her center of gravity will be different. Once her winglets are fully formed, she'll be walking more."

"How soon?"

"A few weeks I imagine," Prowl answered. "Mine formed in just under the equivalent of six weeks. It made my father proud even though I wasn't a flier like him."

"You guys are going to have to teach Max and Boomer not to grab her winglets as they develop too," Ratchet added going back to his cake.

"As a flier her winglets will be more sensitive than mine."

"I told you she was taking after you more," Jazz smirked, sliding over some cake for Violet and Prowl.

"She still has your smile," Prowl countered watching as he mate came around the table to sit beside him.

"Guys…I'm trying to enjoy my cake here!" Ratchet grumbled.

Jazz made a rude noise, making everyone laugh as they all went back to what they were doing before. Prowl ignored the grumpy medic and started feeding Violet a bite of cake with a spoon. She instantly made an unsure face at the texture and taste of the food.

"Is it good?" Prowl asked her.

Violet chewed slowly still making the face.

"Papa likes it, watch," he smiled and fed Jazz a bite.

"Yum," Jazz grinned which only made Violet smile. "Give her the spoon. See what she does."

"Watch papa," Prowl told her.

With a spoon in hand, Violet's bright blue optics intently watched as her papa used his own spoon to take a bite of cake. She even smiled when he said 'yum.' After he took another bite, Violet was eager to try it herself.

It was a new action for the young femme. Yet she seemed determined to try as she scooped some cake with the spoon. Then when she tried to get it to her mouth it fell off. Undeterred, she simply tried to scoop the fallen bite up from the table where it had fallen.

Unfortunately the bite size piece of cake didn't want to get on the spoon! Jazz and Prowl, and many others, were doing their best to not laugh as Violet made several attempts to get the food on the spoon. But they all laughed when she finally just grabbed the bite, stuck it on the spoon and continually held in on there with one hand until she got the spoon in her mouth, cake and all.

Prowl ignored the fact that for each bite Violet took the more cake she got on her face than in her mouth as she continued with the two handed, spoon technique. He learned that no matter how much he tried to keep her clean it wasn't going to happen. Besides, it gave him less of a processor ache when he let some things slide.

Violet was thoroughly enjoying her cake, smiling or giggling from time to time at her papa and daddy. At some point, she noticed that daddy wasn't eating his cake but papa was. Being an intelligent little femme, Violet did the generous thing – she gave daddy a bite.

Of course, Prowl was talking to Ratchet about what they were going to do as Violet's winglets developed and was ignorant to his daughter's little plan until it was too late. Jazz about fell out of his chair laughing as Violet, in her attempt to give Prowl a bite of cake, ended up smearing a huge bite over his mouth, chin, and one cheek.

"Thank you Violet," Prowl happily smiled, taking it in stride as he'd rather have cake smeared on his face rather than deal with an unexpected waste dump. "Maybe next time you can get it in my mouth."

Violet giggled at him, her love for him filling his spark.

"I'm surprised Prowl," Ratchet commented. "You have yet to lock up since Violet's birth."

"Sparklings defy logic," he countered, shrugging a shoulder. "I've come to expect the unexpected from Violet."

"Yes, but Jazz defies logic too," Bumblebee added.

"In Jazz's case I know he's capable of self control and doing what's expected of him," Prowl replied. "In most cases, he just chooses not to use it and enjoys giving me a processor ache!"

"Hey!" Jazz started to protest as everyone laughed.

However, the laughter and good mood was abruptly cut short.

"Optimus, Sir!" Sunny exclaimed as he ran into the recreation room. "Two Cybertronian signals are heading straight for the base!"

"Autobot or Decepticon?" Optimus quickly asked, rising to his feet.

"Unknown," Sunny answered. "They're not responding to our hails!"

"Optimus, we have not received any Autobot transmissions in months to indicate any new arrivals were coming," Prowl said, protectively holding Violet close as Jazz wiped the cake off his mate's face.

"Everyone, take up your defense positions!" Optimus ordered. "Bring in Grimlock and Wheeljack from the perimeter. They're on sparkling detail! Move out!"


Up next: We'll find out if the two arrivals are Autobots or Decepticons?