Thank you everyone for waiting for this chapter! Since the pregnancy period with Jazz was kind of short, I decided to revisit it in this chapter. So due to hormones Jazz might seem hopelessly OC. Either way I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 13
Memories of an Awkward Time
It was that time of year again.
When the temperature would drop down so low that he could almost feel the energon in his body start to crystallize when he went outside. It also meant that the base had exploded with virtually anythingand everything relating to the holiday season. Most of it was based on Christmas, but the base had decided that they would celebrate every holiday in the season. So not only where pine trees frequent, but so were candle sets and pictures and just about anything else the bots on base could think of. Unfortunately the hazards that came with the jolly December days made for intersting visits to Ratchet's lair. Ratchet had thoroughly complained on how their species had survived so long if they kept injurying themselves over the most stupidest things. Tripping on dreidels and getting tangled in tinsel were just some of the few new reasons to get an appointment. Because of this Wheeljack had made it his goal to make Ratchet as merry as possible despite the odds. Ratchet was having none of it, but everyone knew better since Ratchet always got week in the joints when Wheeljack did anything to please him.
For some reason that Prowl could not comprehend though, this time of the orbit cycle belonging to the planet Earth was also the warmest time of the year. Jazz was always in a good spirits and there seemed to be a bit of cheer in everyone's steps. Even the new arrivals that had come earlier in the year seemed to enjoy the season.
Right now Prowl was glad that he wasn't out enjoying the festvities with the rest of the base. For now he was leisurely reading a data pad as he watched his family unit play in the middle of their living room. Razz was happily giggling as Jazz continued to draw on a drawing pad alongside with him. Apparently they were drawing into each other's space and it set off an array of scribbles around their pictures. Every so often when Razz moved though, his door wings would clink against Jazz's face plates and Razz would again giggle as his carrier became irritated.
The irritation Jazz was showing now was nothing compared to what he had to go through during the 2 and a half years of carrying. Prowl had to suppress a shudder. He dearly loved Jazz with his entire spark, but just sometimes his processor wondered how in the world he had gotten himself into the mess dubbed as Jazz.
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The hallways were blissfully silent as he treaded towards his office. It seemed peaceful and since the twins were in the brig hopefully it would remain so for the rest of the day. Unfortunately the silence was broken when a rather horrendous scream filtered from the rec room. Then there was the scream of someone supposedly running for their life.
"I didn't mean it! I swear! It was an accident man! Calm dow—AHHH!"
CRASH.
Prowl decided that this was not a good sign and ran towards the chaos that was sure to be in the rec room.
Slowly he pushed himself upon the wall next to the doorway that would swoosh open and lead into the rec room and the mech who was yelling his vocalizers off. When it opened and he finally got a peek he was sure that his spark had jumped out of its casing.
Blaster was on one of the tables fending Jazz off with a chair. A very pissed off Jazz.
"Dude! What is wrong with you?" Blaster screamed as Jazz lunged to his right.
Blaster yelped and lost his footing as he fell back off the table. Jazz quickly maneuvered to him preparing for the final strike when Blaster regained his chair and continued to fend him off.
"Back fiend! Back! I'm warning you Jazz! Primus almighty where the frag is Prowl when you need him?"
Prowl then shook himself from his stupor and went towards his livid bondmate. Blaster sighed in relief but didn't dare move a single inch as Jazz focused on him.
"Jazz…" Prowl began to say but was cut off.
"Hi sweetspark. I'll be with ya in a min, jus' let me dismantle Blaster first babeh." His face plates sported a demonic smile so charming that it could have made Unicron swoon.
"Now Jazz, I do not believe that Blaster had meant any ill regard to what ever had transpired. Please desist from causing bodily harm." Prowl slowly came behind his mate and gently grasped his arms.
"Now that Prowler," Jazz told him sweetly while looking back at Blaster who was trying to make himself as small as possible, "is a lie. I'm gonna make sure tha' it nevar happens again."
"Slag, it was just a CD…" Blaster interrupted pitifully, but Jazz snarled him back into submission.
"Prowl, babeh, let me go." Jazz asked as he tried to move towards his target.
"No." Prowl replied and got an optic full of 'you dare?' glaring from Jazz.
Jazz quickly gave his opinion on what he thought and slammed his pede on top of Prowl's. Prowl flinched and let go of his grip on Jazz who was by now cornering Blaster. Blaster on the other hand was silently praying to Primus or what ever other deity that would listen to him while trying to flatten himself up against the wall.
Frag. He had to work fast.
"Jazz…" Prowl deliberately lowered his vocal chords so that the low hum could be felt by Jazz's deliciously sensitive audio horned spikes that adorned the sides of his head.
Jazz immediately stopped. Prowl moved in closer and gently glided his fingers on some of Jazz's armor earning him a delighted shiver.
"Hrrrm?" Jazz purred and cocked his head towards him, inviting him to continue what he was going to say.
"It would be beneficial if you over looked Blaster's mistake and came back with me." He said this so low that he was positive only Jazz had heard.
Jazz replied with one of his most charming smiles. The one that meant 'oh really?' and proceeded to change into the 'I'm so worked up now' kind of smile that he loved.
"Why didn't ya say so?" Jazz moved around so fast that Prowl didn't even get to prepare as he was suddenly pounced on by one not so angry but now horny bondmate. Jazz happily clung onto him, his legs wrapped around his waist as Prowl quickly tried to grasp him so that he wouldn't fall. The he turned around and walked out of the rec room determined to get out of the scene and leaving one scarred Blaster sitting on the floor. Prowl sent him a comm link as he tried to hold onto Jazz who decided to start the foreplay in the middle of the hallway.
: Blaster you owe me for this. :
: …of course. :
: You'll be doing some extra files. : Prowl replied as he ignored all the cat calls he kept receiving while walking back to his and his mate's quarters with Jazz now happily nibbling on his chevron.
He cut off the link and then proceeded to try and open the door to their quarters without dropping Jazz. It seemed that his work would have to wait.
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He had to admit that it was worth skipping out on work because the interfacing was great. Jazz was definitely lively that day to say the least and he had done a good job of keeping him immobilized for the rest of the day and part of the next if he did say so himself.
Though he wished he could have gone through it without Ironhide saying 'Oh baby!' every few minutes whenever someone mentioned the scenario and the topic popped up again. Jazz always seemed to end up getting him in the strangest moments and created the most outlandish incidents. One of which included a human holiday that he seriously thought only existed because humans enjoyed their alcohol too much. Not that the twins complained especially when they challenged anybody to come over for a drinking challenge…
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St. Patrick's Day.
A day in the human culture that warranted the use of frivolous amounts of alcohol and the eating of many a corned beef. This he could have possibly understood, especially with the use of Google.
Short midgets with red beards and four leafed weeds though, he thought, certainly did not mix. It just did not make sense. Plus, why was the color green so important in relation to drinking beer?
Prowl could not for the life of him understand why Optimus had allowed a St. Patrick's Day party. It sounded just like a regular party that the twins always seemed to create with or without permission anyways, except with copious amounts of green.
"It will be good for moral Prowl. Plus it will allow the new arrivals to enjoy some Earth culture." Optimus had told him earlier. Prowl on the other hand was almost 96% certain that his leader wanted a good reason to get plastered without Elita One on his aft. Ironhide had probably egged him on. Possibly Ratchet as well.
Since there was going to be a smorgasbord of various high grade mixtures, he had decided that his presence would be necessary in the rec room to keep the peace and make sure the over energized do not harm themselves. Then there was the problem of his carrying mate. If a party existed at any time within the base, Jazz was sure to be there.
"Oh look dear! Isn't this such a dashing shade of green? My, what a wonderful cultural experience!" Prowl stopped as he heard the teal femme that was admiring the green streamers talk to her bonded. She chatted avidly and the mech next to her seemed to take it all in stride.
"That's nice dearest. Don' ya drink any high grade now, ya know how ya git with one tah many…" The mech looked down at her affectionately but he seemed worried.
"Don't worry sweetie! I'll be fine." She smiled warmly back at him, but that did little to erase the apprehension on his face plates.
It seemed Prowl was not the only one with a wayward spouse.
He then continued on his way and turned the next corner when he heard excited yells that echoed of the nearby walls. It seemed the party was now well underway.
The second he entered the rec room though, he was firmly reminded of why he disliked going to such disdained parties that seemed so popular.
Mechs were everywhere. Literally.
Some were on top of one another, singing the dirtiest bar songs they could think up. They roared with laughter and howled after some of the lyrics enjoying the company of their fellow Cybertronians. Others were hunched over the tables, oral lubricant drooling from their mouths onto the table's surface, as they cried and hiccupped, the dizzy buzz coming from their drinks allowing their emotional centers to crumble and just let go. The rest were either trying to stand up straight and failing or were in the middle of the room huddled together for some reason. Spying the pointed antennae of his leader above the heads of the rest of the mechs in the group spurned Prowl to investigate what exactly Optimus and the rest were doing.
Trying to dodge the large array of wobbly mechs in the room, Prowl finally made it to the group of huddled soldiers and neutrals and had to carefully shove his way to the inside so he could stand next to Optimus.
"Sir, what is going on?" Prowl asked as casually as he could.
"Look for yourself Prowl." Optimus replied with a smirk and then Prowl did as he asked.
He did not like what he saw.
"Jazz!" Prowl yelped unhappily as he watched his bonded confidently pull his pedes upon the table, crossing them, as he smirked at the twins on the opposite side. Sunstreaker scowled at Jazz's confidence and Sideswipe stood next to his brother smiling.
"Are you sure you wanna do this Jazz?" Sideswipe asked as his smile became larger. "Cause seriously, Sunny here's got a lot of room in his tank. I don't think you can beat him…" he added cheerfully, mock pity plain in his voice.
"Ya wanna bet?" Jazz said, catching onto their bated words.
Sunstreaker smirked and Sideswipe's smile just got even wider. His face plate should have broken with how wide it was.
"I don't think Prowlie's gonna let ya though…"
Jazz looked over to where Prowl stood, his door wings arched upwards and twitching in contained anger. It was obvious what Prowl's opinion on this little challenge was, but Jazz was not going to back down. That meant that he had to compromise.
"What if we use regular energon instead?" Jazz replied watching Prowl from the corner of his optic and noticing the subtle change in the angle of his door wings.
"What the slag Jazz!" Sideswipe squawked. "This is a St. Patrick's Day party! No regular energon."
"Consuming normal energon would allow the challenge to become longer and therefore assure the others prowess in drinking games, would you not agree twins?"
Said twins stared in shock as they realized that the statement had come from Prowl.
"How about a compromise? If you can defeat Jazz in a drinking game allowing only normal energon I will allow you one free pass from the brig the next time either of you gets into trouble…"
The twin's flamboyant grins were proof that whatever Prowl had planned was working. Prowl decided to continue with his attack while trying to tell Jazz through their bond not to laugh out loud. Jazz in return sent all the love, appreciation, and thanks he could muster over their bond.
"Why is it that I hear a but in this sentence?" Sunstreaker asked supposedly after both had conversed over their twin bond.
"If you lose, you will be assigned monitor duty with Red Alert and patrol with Hound for 2 weeks without switching with anyone else. Is that understandable?"
"Crystal." Both twins replied, now eagerly awaiting the beginning of the challenge.
"Wonderful." Optimus said after the exchange and commed Ironhide with the info. It didn't take long for Ironhide to come with two separate stacks of energon cubes.
Jazz placed his pedes back on the floor and grinned cheekily back at the twins as the energon was placed in front of him and Sunstreaker.
"Don't lose Sunny." Sideswipe told his brother as he massaged his shoulder plates.
Prowl went over and placed a small kiss on one of Jazz's cheeks, his small smirk and Jazz's beaming smile making some of the others watching curious.
Ironhide looked at the two combatants and then proceeded to blurt out the rules.
"The first one to upchuck loses. Now go!"
Jazz immediately sprang into action and made a dash for the closest cube. Without hesitation he emptied the entire cube in one gulp and kept on going. Sunstreaker eagerly followed his example and for a while it was just watching them go back and forth between energon cubes, but it didn't take long for the momentum to change. Those betting for Sunstreaker began to fidget as Prowl's smirk only got larger the longer the challenge went on.
Jazz was a beast.
He kept on drinking energon without fail and unlike Sunstreaker, he wasn't slowing down. He drained them like the desert soaked up water. That was until he heard the distinct sound of someone's tanks churning and it didn't sound good. He stopped half way through his cube and just stared at Sunstreaker who had a look that mixed in between horrified and outright stoned as the humans so eloquently said once. Then all that went in decided to go back out. Sunstreaker quickly moved to the side and all the contents ended up on Sideswipe's left pede.
"Sunny! Ew, gross!" Sideswipe yelped and then half hopped away as he stared at his now fluorescent pink pede. Everyone around him decided to give him a wide berth, not wanting to be anywhere near the new mess.
"I win!" Jazz leapt up from his chair and screamed, his arms shooting up and then he began fist pumping.
"Yes you did Jazz." Prowl said casually and then turned to the distraught twins. "I expect to see you two before your new duty roster begins. That is all." He then gently grabbed Jazz's still moving hands and guided him out and away from the stunned group, the losers just staring at the twins disdainfully while the winners of the bet happily held out their hands for their credits.
As the pair walked towards their shared quarters Jazz rubbed his abdomen.
"I think all tha' energon made our sparklin' high. He hasn't stopped movin' since the first cube I drank."
Prowl couldn't help but smile at least a little.
"By the way," Jazz added before Prowl could talk, "thanks for allowin' me to get all tha' energon. I was gettin' famished."
"As your bonded it is my duty to make sure you are never unsatisfied especially with nourishment."
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"Prowl?"
Prowl stared at his data pad just for a second before he realized that Jazz was calling to him.
"Yes?"
Jazz walked over, Razzberry comfortably snuggling into his chasis, and sat next to him.
"Thought ya lost yer processor fer a moment." He then snuggled into his side, engine purring as Razzberry gave a small yawn.
"Nonsense Jazz. It has been lost from the moment I met you."
"If tha's yer version of a sexy one liner, ya suck."
"…"