Elsewhere, Hot Rod waited patiently yet nervously. He was hoping to hear from Wingspan sooner rather than later, but he knew it was important not to rush.
Wingspan finally found Hot Rod and he went to him and took the others hands in his own. "Yes"
Hot Rod smiled from ear to ear as he heard the answer.
"I will be your sparkmate, for now and forever"
Hot Rod was in pure joy, as he had waited so long for this day. And with that, Hot Rod began to try and coax Wingspan's spark out into the open.
Wingspan panted softly as the other petted and caressed. "Mmmm..."
Hot Rod enjoyed the moment, as it was perfect.
Wingspan's systems warmed and with Hot Rod coaxing him his chest plates parted and his spark started emerging. "Roddy..."
Hot Rod tenderly took the seeker closer and closer toward overload, as their sparks connected during the ministrations. Hot Rod said nothing, but let his hands and tongue do the talking.
"Hot Rod..." Wingspan moaned loudly as their sparks came together, binding them together as they reached for the other.
Hot Rod continued the ministrations, as even he was starting to enjoy the pleasure of having a sparkmate. And it was as Wingspan and Hot Rod soon realized that their interfacing arrays were open when Wingspan was reminded of something he mother said, which was something along the line of "wait till you have your own sparkmate." Wingspan was starting to see exactly why Prowl and Jazz acted as they did, and even Mirage and Optimus. Wingspan and Hot Rod, now understood, as Hot Rod gently prodded Wingspan's front port with the racer's searing hot and hardened arousal.
"I've never..." Wingspan breathed as his port opened before the other.
"It's ok, my dear, as this is my first time as well. We can learn and grow as we go' replied Hot Rod, using a hand to gently wrap around Wingspan's throbbing arousal. 'But first things first, we need to make sure you are well lubricated."
Wingspan moaned as Hot Rod gripped his spike and he clung to his mate. "Nnnn..."
And while Wingspan was distracted, Hot Rod gently pushed in, and almost came from the warm and strong rippling effect that Wingspan's front port caused. "Aw, my beloved, so tight….so tight' Hot Rod mentioned, not even aware as their sparks had come out once again.
"You're so...ohh big" Wingspan moaned as Hot Rod pushed into him slowly, like the other he didn't even notice his spark coming back out to meet its mate.
Hot Rod continued his gentle yet filling pace as the sparks danced above before forming a bright flash as they connected in a strange way, causing both mechs to have an intense overload. What neither realized just yet was that Hot Rod had not only found his sparkmate, he also impregnated his mate unknowingly.
Wingspan clung to his mate as overload washed over him and he moaned the others name not knowing they had just started down the path to having a family.
And with both being young, both were soon once again ready to go at it again.
Meanwhile, Mirage was still working through his grief at the loss of his son as well as trying to wrap his processor on how he was carrying twins from the con who had raped him. But, trying to save face with his own family, Mirage continued to keep up his own insane schedule, as Optimus was once again concentrated on the cons. Mirage knew it wasn't intentional that Optimus would be busy, but he kept it to himself, as Optimus was the leader, and Mirage knew he needed to share.
Optimus checked in as often as he could and would bring energon as much as he was able in person but made sure there was plenty in his and Mirage's quarters.
Elsewhere, Jazz and Prowl had started the game Prowl had started that one night, using the cuffs as well as removing of the visor. Jazz was nervous until, after several sessions without interfacing, Prowl had taught Jazz how to use his other senses much better. And with Jazz getting closer to sparking, things were starting to get crazy.
Ratchet put Jazz on bed rest sooner than he had Mirage, Optimus and Prowl but he knew Jazz's medical history and knew the saboteur could have some issue's carrying and sparking. Jazz was currently laying in berth trying to get comfortable.
But the problem came in when Jazz wanted to take one more drive before being placed on bedrest until he sparked, as Jazz was soon captured by TC, who once he got the Autobot back to base, removed Jazz's visor, and adjusted it so that it couldn't fit. After all, Jazz was still good looking, TC was going to try and take advantage of that.
"let me go you bastard" Jazz said sounding brave when he was really terrified.
Prowl was concerned when he found his mate gone, and the feelings Prowl was getting across the bond left the SIC in a burning rage.
Jazz couldn't stop the tremors as TC touched him and fondled him, Jazz tried to fight but being sparked didn't make it easy. He sent his fear to his bonded.
Prowl was pissed as he felt what Jazz was sending, the question was how to get over there and rescue the bot, and so, swallowing his pride a bit, Prowl commed Wingspan. "I know you are busy, son, but we have a situation, if you would be willing to help let me know."
"What's wrong father?" Wingspan asked gently pushing Hot Rod away.
"Them bastard cons captured your mother" was all Prowl had to say to strike a deep chord in Wingspan and Wingspan's new mate, Hot Rod.
With a low growl Wingspan was up and was running out the door. "I'm on my way father"
Prowl then informed Optimus, as Prowl had remembered that Optimus was working on something. Needless to say, Optimus was even more pissed. Prowl was soon joined in his own quarters by Hot Rod and Wingspan, which Prowl assumed could only mean one thing – the two were now mates.
"Where is he being held" Wingspan asked.
Prowl swallowed hard before answering, 'in the main Con base brig area. This is not going to be an easy rescue"
"I'm going to wipe out every last one of them" Them being the seeker trine but manly TC. "I can get in father"
Prowl understood his son's reaction, but had one thing to say. 'Optimus is making a plan, and we have to work as a team, my dear, then and only then will we be able to get to Jazz."
Wingspan let out a small snarl but then again he was a seeker and his creator was in danger, so he was keeping a thin hold on his emotions.
Prowl understood Wingspan's anger, but reminded the bot, 'first off, you are my son and I am not going to let you go alone, and second you have a mate to take care of now – never forget that Wingspan."
"I know" Wingspan said tersely. "But you're not fighting against your programming right now either"
Prowl let the comment slide, as Prowl didn't want a pissed off seeker on his hands, regardless of faction. Soon Prowl got the signal from Prime. "Alright, we are on the move. Hot Rod you stay here, Wingspan you come with me." Hot Rod wondered why he had left behind until he saw the two precious femmes that Hot Rod knew instantly were Wingspan's kid sisters. Suddenly being left behind didn't mean being left alone, as it had an important purpose as well.
Wingspan was ready to kill any other flyer he encountered, well after he knew his mother was safe.
It was all Prowl could do to keep Wingspan calmed down and listening to Optimus, no one, not even Wingspan himself, aware that the seeker, Wingspan was sparked and carrying, hence his strong reactions.
Wingspan was ready to do to what was needed to save his mother and he really did try to listen to his father but he was all seeker right then and a loved one was in danger.
Prime sent his aerial bots and Wingspan ahead to start drawing fire, unaware that Wingspan was going to alter the plan slightly.
When Wingspan saw the trine come out with the coneheads he ignored the coneheads and made a beeline to the seekers. He was aiming for TC determined to make him suffer.
One thing that Wingspan could be more certain of this time was being able to outlast and out think the trine, as Prowl and Jazz had taught Wingspan how to face those bots, and now it was time for Wingspan to use his new knowledge.
Wingspan dove and attacked and fell back as needed but he used very little of his own energy but made the trine work, if they wanted to hit him. "TC your mine"
TC was caught off guard at first but few well place shots from the younger bot made TC realize that Optimus and his crew were here, and were going to be a force to be reckoned with.
While Wingspan was going after TC, Optimus was aiming for Skywarp.
Skywarp was panicked, as he was not prepared or equipped to handle what he was dealing with. And to top it all off, even Warp had no idea Mirage had just sparked.
Prowl meanwhile slipped inside the con base going after Jazz.
And as Prowl was sneaking in, Optimus was blasting the tar out of Skywarp, having already damaged the equipment that had been used to give Warp his name. Optimus continued to blast the defiant seeker, and would have continued if it weren't for the fact that Prowl needed backup.
Optimus went in after Prowl while the others continued distracting the Decepticons.
Jazz was curled up as best he could his arm protectively wrapped around his swollen stomach, he was hurt and low on energon and he was scared.
And as the fighting and rescuing was going on over at the Con base, Mirage came upon Hot Rod watching the two femmes. Mirage took pity as Hot Rod was having a hard time jut watching these two. "Mind if my brood and I join you?' asked Mirage, carrying little Firestar along with bringing the rest of the troop, which calmed the two femme sparklings down.
Hot Rod shook his head. "Of course not sir"
Mirage shook his head, "No sirs needed in here, jut Mirage will do" replied Mirage, not even watching as Hot Rod was stunned in amazement. Hot Rod was sure of one thing, when his sparkmate had said Mirage was a good bot, it was really true.
"Yes s..Mirage" Hot Rod corrected himself.
Mirage just smiled and gave the younger bot a hug. 'don't worry about it, let's get these sparklings taken care of, shall we?"
Though surprised Hot Rod hugged back after a moment and nodded.
Meanwhile, back at the con base, Optimus and Prowl were slowly approaching the area where Jazz was. Prowl just hoped that they could reach Jazz soon enough.
Jazz felt exhausted and ached and his colors weren't as vibrant as they should be and he begged that Prowl would find him soon. He was scared without his visor.
Thanks to the latest bolts of fear, Prowl was soon able to zone in on Jazz's exact location. Prowl was horrified when he found that Jazz was curled in a ball in the corner of the brig cell, and Prowl was pissed beyond all belief when he realized his mate's visor was gone. Thankfully for Prowl, he had formed a certain sign with his bonded so that should something like this happen, Jazz would know it was Prowl and Prowl used that move now to reach out to his precious sparkmate. And while Prowl was doing that, Optimus stood guard, making sure Prowl and Jazz would get out of there in one piece.
"Prowler..." Jazz said weakly reaching out for his bonded, feeling the sight he had created with the other.
"I am here my mate, feel me' Prowl whispered, not wanting Prime to know exactly what was going on. And with great effort, Prowl dragged the severely weakened Jazz out of the area. The Problem was, once the three reached a corner, they ran smack into Thundercracker. How were they going to get out of this one?
Wingspan solved that problem as he had followed TC and snuck up on the seeker that was his creator and knocked him out and would have offlined him if it weren't for his mama telling him no.
"But..."
"No, do not lower yourself to his level" Jazz said weakly.
Wingspan came over and pulled a cube of energon out of subspace and helped his mama drink.
Jazz slowly imbibed the sweet liquid. It had been a while since he had had any. And while Prime was checking for an exit from the area, Wingspan went over to Thundercracker, forced open the cockpit, and found Jazz's broken visor. Jazz probably wouldn't be able to see much, but it would be better than being blind, and so Wingspan and Prowl slid the visor back on the bot, before Optimus noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"I'm sorry mama" Wingspan said. "It'll have to do until Ratchet can fix it"
"I know my little one" Jazz said and let his son support him on the other side. The four of them getting out of the Decepticon base and Jazz was put into the back of Optimus's trailer while Wingspan flew on ahead so Ratchet could be ready.
Back at the base, while Mirage was calm, Hot Rod was a nervous wreck, as the younger bot was so worried – worried about his mate, worried about Prowl and Jazz not liking how he did with the little femmes. Mirage softly sighed, as he had to calm Hot Rod down before the bot shot his own oil pressure through the roof.
Wingspan commed when they returned and Jazz was taken immediately to Ratchet who put the mech on an energon drip and told Jazz he was going to remove the visor before actually doing so.
Jazz was worried but he knew he was safe now, what none of them realized though, was that another was soon to find out about Jazz's condition.
Mirage was the only one awake as Hot Rod had fallen asleep after having been worn out by all the sparklings. Mirage, used to being up, was watching the little ones when he saw Prowl and Wingspan lead a different looking Jazz into the room. Mirage hoped he wasn't intruding, so Mirage made his presence known. "Hi guys. I came over as Hot Rod was getting overwhelmed with the sparklings." Mirage acted like he hadn't seen what had just happened, and treated his friend the same as he always did. "I am glad to see you are safe and in once piece, Jazz. I was worried about you, my friend, but I can see you are in good hands."
Jazz still liked to have had a spark attack when he realized Mirage was there. "Yeah...Mirage"
"Are you sure you are alright, Jazz, you seem a bit jumpy. Oh and the little femmes are asleep, but we will have to wait to disentangle the sparklings when they get up from their nap" stated Mirage, acting like nothing was different, for as far as Mirage knew, there was nothing different.
Jazz was starting to wonder if the other knew he was blind or pretending not to notice. "Mirage, don't you notice something...different about me"
Mirage sighed, as he was trying to have Jazz see that Mirage was not like other friends. But feeling he couldn't lie, Mirage answered, "I know you are missing your visor my friend, and I know that you vision must be extremely limited without it as I saw Prowl and Wingspan lead you in here, but I just want to let you know that whether you are blind or can see or anywhere in between, I am not going to desert you or treat you any different, my friend. After all, a few years before my father was killed, he went completely blind, and nothing helped him, and so we had to be his optics until he was killed along with my mother."
"I could live with limited vision, I'm blind Mirage have been since I was sparked. The visor is the only thing that lets me see and it's been damaged. Mirage...not many have said the words you have just said. I have always been treated differently"
"Jazz, when I had to help my father, I saw firsthand how so many treated him different just because he couldn't see anymore and I didn't like it. It bothered me. He was still the same bot as before, just wasn't able to see. I swore from that day on that no matter what the difference another bot may have, I am going to treat all bots, now with the exception of the Cons, as I would want to be treated. Don't worry Jazz, if I know Ratchet, he will fix it in no time and no one will ever know" stated Mirage, impressing Wingspan and Prowl, both who had always thought Mirage was a bit uppity at times.
Jazz knew better and he nodded. "Thank you Mirage, you have no idea what that means to me hearing you say that"
"You are welcome my friend' replied Mirage, still holding Firestar in his arms.
"Hey' asked Wingspan, "Where is her brother, Fader?" Prowl shot Wingspan an angry look.
"He didn't make it, Wingspan. He had a fatal glitch" Mirage said slightly upset about the mention of Fader, "If you guys will excuse me and won't mind watching my oldest five, I am going to return Firestar to her berth in the med bay and then seek out my mate. I would take the five, but the sparklings are so tangled up, I figured it would be better to leave sleeping sparklings lying."
"That's fine Mirage" Jazz said and Wingspan went to Mirage.
"Forgive me Mirage I didn't know"
"You are forgiven, as very few know he is gone yet. We wanted to wait to tell everyone once Firestar was able to make it out of the med bay and stay at home. I don't blame you. It just was so sudden. He died right in my arms. But if you'll excuse me I need to go" Mirage stated just before he took off.
Jazz was helped to berth and laid down and smiled when his son started nuzzling and he nuzzled back.
When Prowl went to check on the sparklings, he found quite a sight, as all seven sparklings had found a comfy place to fall asleep on a sleeping Hot Rod, even if the sparklings were intertwined. Prowl grabbed a blanket and covered Hot Rod and the sparklings. And after making sure Jazz could reach energon and everything was safe, Prowl went to his office, as his family had now grown by one and no one yet knew it was going to grow soon and grow fast.
Wingspan cuddled with his mother while Hot Rod and the others slept and when they all awoke later Wingspan helped tend to them all not having any trouble really since they all liked him. He also kissed his mate lovingly and with the hint of fun later on.
Ratchet worked for many hours before he got Jazz's visor fixed and he brought it to the saboteur so he wouldn't have to come to him.
Wingspan asked Hot Rod over their new bond if he minded waiting outside.
Hot Rod, understanding the request for privacy, offered to take Optimus and Mirage's sparklings back to the pair. And so, soon, Hot Rod took off with the brood, Peacekeeper carrying Luckystar, Flasher carrying Bluesky, and, surprisingly, Hot Rod carrying Silverstreak, who was very picky about who he let hold him.
"You must be someone special" Flasher commented, confusing Hot Rod, "for you see Silverstreak goes to very few bots. Silverstreak will let Wingspan, Mom, and dad hold him. He must really like you Hot Rod."
"I guess so" Hot Rod said and he hoped so considering he was bonded to Wingspan now.
Soon enough, Hot Rod reached Optimus and Mirage's quarters, to find a worried Optimus, though Hot Rod was not 100 percent sure why Optimus was worried, if it was because of the sparklings or because of Mirage, but Hot Rod knew it was not him to ask and he was just here to drop off the brood.
"Optimus sir" Hot Rod said setting Silverstreak down. "Here are the sparklings"
"Thank you, Hot Rod" stated Optimus whose mood appeared to change, and soon Hot Rod left all five sparklings with their father.
"Where's mommy?" asked Flasher, after Hot Rod, sensing something was more wrong than daddy was saying.
"Mommy will be back here shortly its alright" Optimus told them.
Mirage had gone off on his own just behind the base, carrying a small bundle in his arms – the body of his now departed son. Mirage was struggling with the grieving process and carrying two new lives didn't help, but in using a modified version of the human tradition of burial, Mirage said his last good bye to his son before placing the tiny underdeveloped body in a special container. And once the small ceremony was complete, Mirage headed back to the Ark, handed the special container to Ratchet, and then headed back to his quarters, trying to wipe away an evidence of what he had done, as he didn't want to scare his sparklings or upset his mate.
Optimus kissed him softly when he returned before the children started hugging Mirage.
Mirage enjoyed the kiss as well as the hugs from the sparklings, but it was obvious to Optimus that this whole situation was really hitting Mirage hard. But before Optimus could stop his mate, Mirage was once again running things around the quarters, without missing a beat. Optimus had no idea how his mate did it, but made note to ask next time the two were alone.
Optimus stayed and helped his mate having handed things off to one of the others.
A week had come and gone since Jazz had been rescued from the Decepticons, and Wingspan had bonded to Hot Rod. One morning while Hot Rod was on shift Wingspan was in their berth when his tanks started to rebel against him and he was up and running and was soon purging his tanks.
Wingspan felt awful, and was not sure what to do or even what was going on. Hot Rod had to maintain radio silence for his shift and Wingspan had no idea if his parents were available, as they often tended to be busy, and Jazz was on strict bed rest. Wingspan was about to sigh and give up, when Mirage happened by, in effort to return something he had borrowed from Hot Rod, but when Mirage heard the purging, he ran right for the washroom.
"Are you feeling ok, Wingspan? You look awful" stated Mirage, trying to figure out the best way to help Wingspan.
"I feel...like slag" Wingspan said in a weak sounding voice.
"Well, I think you should see Ratchet, but first, I think we ought to get you out of here and slowly get some energon in you. How does that sound?" asked Mirage trying to comfort the distraught seeker.
Wingspan nodded slowly and had to have Mirage help him up.
Though smaller, Mirage was easily able to assist the seeker slowly off the bathroom floor and carefully guide the bot to the berth. "Now go slow with small sips on the energon, or you are going to purge your tanks again" stated Mirage, knowing in the back of his mind what this was probably caused by, but he didn't want to worry Wingspan.
His hands were a little shaky but Wingspan slowly took small sips, slowly his hands stopped shaking and his tanks felt a bit better.
Once Wingspan had stopped shaking and had consumed two cubes of energon carefully, Mirage assisted Wingspan to the med bay, having privately commed Prowl to meet the two there. Mirage hoped that Prowl would make it, as the SIC could be busy when he wanted to be.
Ratchet saw Mirage and at first thought he was there because something was wrong with him then he saw Wingspan. "Wingspan? This is a surprise, are you alright" Ratchet asked coming over and got the seeker to a berth.
Wingspan shook his head and told him he had been purging his tanks when Mirage came by and found him.
Ratchet looked at Mirage, and saw a look that Mirage was thinking that this might be a sign of having sparked. Ratchet sighed heavily before getting out the equipment.
Meanwhile, Prowl, who had gotten the message, raced to the med bay, as Mirage had indicated it was important, and so before Wingspan could become too nervous from seeing all the equipment that Ratchet had gotten out, Prowl was at his son's side. Mirage, thinking it was ok now that Prowl was there, tried to leave, but when Wingspan grabbed onto the illusionist's arm, Mirage decided to stay.
Wingspan was scared and since he couldn't have his mother there with him he wanted his father and Mirage with him. He eyed the equipment Ratchet had gotten out and Wingspan laid down at Ratchet's request.
Mirage recognized the equipment as did Prowl, and while Mirage was calm and knowing what was coming, Prowl was hoping that Mirage and Ratchet's instincts were wrong, as Prowl was not ready to be a grandparent, as his twins were still young and Jazz was once again expecting.
Wingspan laid still as Ratchet started running scans and did them a few times to make sure but he finally nodded.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Well, there is not really anything 'wrong' with you per se" started Ratchet, earning a glare from both Prowl and Mirage. "You've just….sparked. You are…carrying triplets, Wingspan."
Prowl glitched while Mirage watched as Wingspan passed out, "well done, Ratchet, you knocked two out with one stone" Mirage jested.
"What can I say, I have talents beside medical knowledge" Ratchet shrugged. "Its something about seekers their set for triplets, something about the trine link"
"then how come I only carry twins?" Mirage asked.
"because it is the carrier who determines the amount, and you are set for twins" replied Ratchet, just before Wingspan and Prowl returned.
"Welcome back to the land of moving parts, guys" Mirage said, leaving the small discussion he had had with Ratchet a secret between the two.
"Am I really..." Wingspan asked unable to finish that question.
"Yes you are, Wingspan. But don't worry too much, as you have several bots who you can talk to and will help you now that you are carrying. Mirage, Jazz, Prowl, and even Optimus can help you. If you or Hot Rod have any questions, you can always ask one of them" replied Ratchet.
"We haven't even talked sparklings..." Wingspan said since they had just bonded only a week before.
Prowl finally spoke up, "Well, if you would like, your mother, myself, or even Mirage would be willing to be there for when you tell Hot Rod, if you would like some support."
Wingspan nodded after a moment. "Please father."
"If you want me to be there, my son, I will be there" stated Prowl as he leaned over to hug his son, leaving Ratchet silent, as Ratchet had never seen Prowl so expressive.
Wingspan hugged him back. "I need you all with me" He knew his father didn't always show his emotions but he did now and then like now.
"are you sure that Hot Rod won't get freaked out having all of us there, Wingspan? I mean I want to support you, but I don't want to overwhelm Hot Rod" stated Mirage, having a point as Wingspan remembered that Hot Rod did get easily overwhelmed at times.
"You can be there invisibly, he won't know your there" Wingspan said after thinking about it for a moment. "Father I want you there and mama if he's feeling up to it"
"then I will be there, Wingspan" Mirage answered, "but now, I think the best thing for you is to get back to your berth and get some rest and take it easy, as take it from me, the first few weeks can kick your aft."
Wingspan nodded and Prowl helped him back to his quarters and to the berth. "I want mama" Wingspan said.
"I'll see if he is awake and feels like he is able to get up, my son. I know this is hard, but you are not alone. You have a sparkmate, you have us, your parents, and you have Mirage to talk to. Heck, you are even luckier as if you needed to, you could talk to Optimus. Not every bot has that option. Just remember to take it easy. Get some sleep and always keep energon nearby. Now gets some rest, my son" stated Prowl as he started to head out the door of his son's quarters.
"Love you father" Wingspan said and adjusted so he was comfortable.
"Love you too, son" replied Prowl as he headed out, leaving Wingspan to sleep.
"You going to be ok" Mirage said, appearing out of nowhere, "You seemed a bit overwhelmed my friend."
"I don't know...I'm afraid how Roddy's going to react, and...I'm scared"
"Hot Rod's got a good head on his shoulders, Prowl. It is ok to be worried and scared, but remember, it is Primus who determines when things will happen, and he doesn't make mistakes. Hot Rod might be surprised, but I don't think he will do anything to make you worry' replied Mirage, offering advice to Prowl.
"I hope your right, I need to see if Jazz is awake and feels like moving. If he is will you watch the girls"
"You know I would love to watch them, as the Flasher and Keeper love playing with them. Bluesky enjoys seeing them too. Luckystar and Silverstreak could take it or leave it, but I enjoy watching them, as they always seem like the perfect little helpers, along with my twins" replied Mirage.
"speaking of that, were you the one that taught them to be such good little helpers" asked Prowl, not complaining but curious.
"Guilty as charged, but with having so many sparklings to watch at once, I figured I rather have then helping than causing chaos" replied Mirage.
"Understandable" Prowl said and asked Mirage to wait there a moment when he went in to Jazz.
Jazz was just waking up from a nap.
(Exhaust fume/fart) "ugh..ngh" Jazz uttered as he stretched, waking from his nap. Jazz was still tired, but seeing Prowl, Jazz knew something was up as Prowl never same around the quarters at this time of the day for no reason.
"Prowler? What's wrong?" Jazz asked concerned.
Prowl took a deep intake and let out a sigh before continuing. "Jazz, we just learned today that Wingspan is sparked and carrying triplets. He was wondering if you felt up to going over there as well as being there for him when he tells his unsuspecting sparkmate."
Jazz didn't even hesitate. "Help me up"
"Are you sure you feel up to this, Jazz?" Prowl asked as he gently wrapped his arms around his mate to help the pregnant bot up, feeling the sparkling inside Jazz move around as their abdomens touched.
"My son needs me Prowler" Jazz said. He was taken by surprise when he felt the sparkling move a bit.
"Alright, if you say so. And it sounds like we are not the only ones excited, my dear" Prowl teased as he quickly rubbed over Jazz's abdomen, before helping Jazz up the rest of the way.
"Later Prowler, right now Wingspan needs me" Jazz said and let Prowl help him and Jazz went to his son who held onto his mama once he was sitting on the berth.
"I'm scared mama"
"I know, my seekerling, I know" cooed Jazz as he gently stroked his son's helm, "But I am here for you, my seekerling."
Prowl stood a bit off in the distance, not wanting to interrupt the moment, and because Prowl felt like he was an outsider to the relationship between the mother/son pair. And so Prowl watched and waited, allowing Jazz to calm the seeker down.
Wingspan calmed and rested in his mother's arms. "I don't know if I'm ready for sparklings"
Jazz held his son close. "Seekerling, they won't come along for about 9 months. And honestly, no one is ever truly ready for sparklings. I worried about being a good parent to you when I sparked you all those years ago. I wasn't ready and I didn't even have a sparkmate, but with the help from others, mostly Prowl, I was able to raise you and now I am also raising two precious little femmes as well as a new little one that I am carrying. Know that you have so many here who love you, including Mirage, Optimus, and Ratchet, that you have more help than you realize. And Hot Rod isn't stupid either, and I am sure he will be shocked but happy to hear the news"
Wingspan nodded and tried to rest a bit more before Hot Rod got off his shift, having no idea how his mate was going to react.
Hot Rod's shift was over, and unknowingly, he was being followed by Mirage, who while worried, was calm and caring, knowing exactly what was coming, and commed both Prowl and Jazz, that Hot Rod was on his way back to the quarters.
Jazz gently nuzzled his son awake and helped him sit up by the time Hot Rod made it to the quarters.
Prowl helped prepare things around his son's quarters. And with everything in place, the door opened and in walked Hot Rod, curious as to why Prowl and Jazz were there and why Wingspan was laying on the bot sized couch. 'is something going on here?" asked Hot Rod, unsure of the situation.
"Roddy...I have something I have to tell you" Wingspan said barely keeping his emotions in check.
Hot Rod stood stock still, hoping he hadn't done anything really dumb to cause his mate or his mate's parents angry with him. "what is that, sweetspark?"
"I...I'm sparked" Wingspan said softly.
Hot Rod was shocked and was not sure how to react and tried to run. But something stopped him, as Mirage appeared, having seen the whole interaction. Hot Rod started crying into Mirage's chassis, as he was not sure how to deal with this. Prowl was angry, though Jazz was more understanding, having been very young when told his was carrying. It took all of Mirage's strength to keep Hot Rod from running off, which upset Wingspan, and began to piss Jazz off.
Wingspan turned and hid his head in his mother's chassis tears threatening to fall at Hot Rod's reaction.
Hoping to avoid further conflict, Mirage took Hot Rod to another room in the quarters, as it was obvious by the way Hot Rod had reacted that the young bot was scared. "talk to me Hot Rod, what's wrong?"
Hot Rod, seeing that Mirage was calm, answered, "I am scared, Mirage. I didn't expect this and I don't know what I am supposed to do, and to top it off, he brings both his parents here and that didn't help, as I am scared of Prowl as well" Hot Rod revealed, crying more into Mirage's chest.
"Hot Rod, I know you are scared, but so is Wingspan and he needs you. He needs your strength, you love and your patience. He needs you" Mirage said gently, but reinforcing his point. "And you won't be alone, and if you don't feel comfortable talking to Prowl and Jazz, you can always come to my mate and I. Now why don't you go back there, and make up with Wingspan and his parents, and don't worry, I will be there with you" replied Mirage.
Wingspan was crying softly into his mothers chest plates, as a seeker he was prone to being more emotional but being sparked made it a lot worse.
After having talked for several minutes, Hot Rod reappeared, with Mirage as his side. 'I am sorry, Wingspan. I love you so much. I was scared as well, but I tell you this and I promise you this, my sweet spark, I will be here for you and our family. And now that I know that we don't have to go through this alone, I am so happy that we are going to have a little family."
Wingspan lifted his head up and looked at Hot Rod. "Really?" He asked wiping at energon tears.
"I mean it, Wingspan" stated Hot Rod, as he knelt by the couch taking Wingspan's hand in his own, "I mean it with all my spark"
Wingspan gently touched Hot Rod's face before moving into the others arms. "Its triplets"
"Wow. Triplets. But no matter what, I am here for you, my beautiful mate" replied Hot Rod.
Meanwhile, Prowl looked around and didn't see Mirage. Prowl was impressed, for whatever Mirage had said to Hot Rod, had certainly made things easier.
Wingspan placed his head on the others shoulder. "They could possibly be all seekerlings or all grounders"
"That doesn't matter, my love. They could all be cassetticons, but I promise you this, I will be here for you." Replied Hot Rod.
Jazz smiled and stayed while Prowl decided that since he was no longer needed, he would go and try to find Mirage, to see what brought about this change.
Wingspan stayed in Hot Rods arms.
"Mirage" Prowl called looking for the other.
"I am here, Prowl" replied Mirage, reappearing not far from where Prowl had left, "did you need to speak with me?"
"I did, what did you say to Hot Rod"
"I merely listened, as he expressed his fears, and then I told him that his sparkmate needed him. And I told him that he wasn't alone, that he could talk with my mate and I as well as you and your mate if he needed help" replied Mirage, surprising Prowl.
"Thank you Mirage" Prowl said. "It hurt seeing my son cry"
"I hate to see either of them cry. Go back to them Prowl, go join your family, as I need to rejoin mine" stated Mirage, shimmering and vanishing as he walked away.
Prowl returned to his family ready to offer comfort.
Mirage returned to his family, only to find that Optimus had fallen asleep on the couch with all five sparklings curled up around him. Mirage smiled, placed a blanket over the 6, and then headed for the berth. Mirage would have loved to have his mate in the berth, but will all the sparklings happy and sleeping, Mirage wasn't going to disturb them, and so for that night, Mirage slept in the huge berth by himself.
Before too long Jazz had a nice sparkling bump going as he moved into when he started having trouble with Wingspan.
Wingspan was just finishing up with the daily purging and was getting a lot hornier.
Prowl was at work, as were Optimus and Hot Rod, while Mirage was busy with taking care of the sparklings. Thus, Jazz and Wingspan were on their own.
"Mama what do you do when your mates not around and your well..."
"Horny, my son?" asked Jazz, to which Wingspan nodded. "Well, most of the time I either try to hold out till Prowl can get home or I service myself'
Wingspan nodded and checked how long Hot Rod was on shift and groaned.
"But seeing as you are early on, and young, you would be insane with horniness if you waited for Hot Rod. Have you ever tried stimulating yourself, my son?" asked Jazz, who normally wouldn't ask his son such a thing, except for the fact that now Wingspan was carrying and needed help.
"I've played with my wings before but nothing below"
"Would you like me to show you how it's done, and you can copy what I am doing?" asked Jazz, feeling slightly awkward, but what other choice was there.
Wingspan nodded after a moment, he was embarrassed but he knew if he didn't do something he was going to go jump Hot Rod wherever he was.
"Alright, here we go" stated Jazz, as he opened his interfacing array, cable already partially aroused and port starting to drip fluid. "Now follow my lead until you find a rhythm of your own." Wingspan watched, surprised to see his own mother's interfacing appliances, but soon, he followed Jazz's lead, and something wonderful began to happen.
Wingspan's systems started to warm up and while he used one hand stimulating his valve his other drifted up to one of his wings and he moaned softly.
Jazz and Wingspan were both lost in a world of their own as they continued to stimulate themselves to overload. And once they did, while Jazz was relaxed, Wingspan still felt horny, though not as horny as he had felt. "Son, at your stage, this trick will only buy you time, but it is better than nothing."
Wingspan nodded. "Thank you mama"
"You are welcome, my seekerling, and don't forget to clean up your mess, or your mate will wonder what is going on" replied Jazz knowingly.
"Doesn't that just get you going again?"
"Depends, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Depends on how horny you were when you used the self service trick to cool you off. If you learn to use the trick just as you start feeling it, you have a much better time of cleaning yourself up without getting your engines rumbling again. And it takes time to learn, my son" replied Jazz.
Wingspan nodded. "Mama...would it bother you if I go one more time?"
"No, but I have an idea – Why don't you go in your room in there and lay down in your own berth, and close the door. Imagine you are on your own and use images of when you interfaced with Hot Rod one time. I bet that will feel even better" replied Jazz.
Wingspan nodded and went into the other room and shut the door and started pulling up images of him and Roddy facing it didn't take long for his systems to heat up again and not too long before he was crying out from another overload.
Wingspan couldn't believe just how much better that self service was than the previous one. While it wasn't the same as interfacing with his mate, it certainly kept the horny moods at bay. And after recovering and cleaning up, Wingspan soon came out and joined his mother on the couch to chat once again.
He snuggled against his mama as they talked about different things. Wingspan had a lot of questions about sparklings and especially since they might be seekerlings.
Jazz answered questions as best he could before the bot had to leave, as Prowl was to come home soon, and Jazz wanted some alone time with Prowl. And instead of a snarky remark, Jazz was surprised by the remark he got from Wingspan.
"Don't wear him out too much mama" Wingspan said with a smile before he left.
Jazz merely smiled as Wingspan left. And while Jazz prepped for Prowl's homecoming, Wingspan felt the urge to prep his quarters for his own mate, so that Hot Rod would take him when he got home, and so Wingspan made his way home quickly, careful to avoid anything that might stimulate him anymore than he already was.
Straightening up quickly he went into their bedroom and arranged himself in a position that was comfortable for him and still alluring, as he waited for his mate to come home.
Not more than five minutes after Wingspan prepared himself, Hot Rod came home. Hot Rod was used to Wingspan being in varying moods, but Hot Rod was not prepared for the mood that Wingspan was going to be in tonight.
"Is that you my love" Wingspan called out doing his best not to touch himself.
"Yes, it is me, hon, but where are you at, everything looks so wonderful here…" Hot Rod's voice trailed off as he found Wingspan laying on the bed just so, interfacing array open, shamelessly showing off Wingspan's partially aroused cable and dripping port.
"I need you" Wingspan purred. "Please, my love, come to me"
Before Wingspan could even finish, Hot Rod was on his mate, loving the seeker with an intense eagerness. Hot Rod decided to play with Wingspan just a bit, and began by gently using his hands on the seeker's sensitive wings, which were even more sensitive now that Wingspan was carrying.
Wingspan gasped and cried out clinging to his mate as his wings were stimulated. "Roddy...nnnn..."
Hearing his mate call to him in such a needful manner got Hot Rod all hot and bothered, and Hot Rod soon revealed his own cable and port, though the racer teased his mate a bit by continuing to stroke the wings while prodding at the seeker's dripping and needy port. Hot Rod had no idea that seekers, when horny, will do anything to get what they want, and Wingspan was no exception to the rule.
Wingspan couldn't take the teasing anymore and using some of his strength forced Hot Rod onto his back and Wingspan sank down on the hard spike, filling his valve wonderfully.
Hot Rod was slightly surprised, but it washed away when he felt the tight passage around his cable, massaging it. Hot Rod, seeing that Wingspan had taken over, played the submissive bot as Wingspan suddenly took on a dominant mood.
"My wings, touch them" Wingspan told his lover as he started to rock a bit undulating his hips.
Hot Rod reached up, stroking the sensitive wings in all the right places, which sent Wingspan through the roof, while Hot Rod was getting hotter and hotter at the wonton display his sparkmate was putting on.
While his wings were played with Wingspan wanted more and started ride his lover's spike moaning and writhing.
Poor Hot Rod was trying his best, running his hands along the wings and thrusting his hips. And then, when one of Hot Rod's hands slipped to Wingspan's aft, Wingspan went wild, as Hot Rod's hand had accidentally brushed over Wingspan's aft port, sending new sensations of pleasure into the needy, pregnant seeker.
"Do that again" He begged as he rode his lover, his valve clenching and unclenching.
Hot Rod moved his hand, his fingers brushing against Wingspan's aft port, and with gentle touches in which each one sent the seeker higher and higher. Sensing something new, Hot Rod decided to try using his finger to penetrate his mate's aft port, just slightly, not realizing that the double penetration was sending his mate to places yet unknown.
Offlining his optics Wingspan just let himself feel and oh Primus there were no words for what he was feeling as he was being penetrated in his valve and his aft. "Roddy! Oh please oh please oh please" Again and again he moaned and screwed himself and couldn't help but try and push further onto the fingers in his aft.
Hot Rod, having picked up now on what was going on, used his skillful fingers to send his sparkmate's pleasure through the roof. Hot Rod also felt his mate's valve milking his cable and knew that in not too long, he would be releasing his load. All Hot Rod could hope for was that Wingspan was not denied an overload as Hot Rod got closer and closer to overloading himself.
"Please! Oh Roddy please" Wingspan moaned writhing his own overload close now.
Hot Rod continued his pumping with his cable and his fingers, writhing in his own way. Soon, though too soon for both parties involved, overload hit and hit hard.
Wingspan cried out loudly as overload hit him and Hot Rod spilled inside of him. "Oh Roddy..."
"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, my sweet" stated Hot Rod, as both were slowly coming down from overloading bliss.
"It was, primus Roddy it was amazing"
Hot Rod smiled, as he always loved it when Wingspan gave him compliments. And since Wingspan's valve had yet to release Hot Rod's arousal, Hot Rod merely stroked his mate's faceplate gently.
Wingspan leaned into the touch. "I'm so horny my love, I need you so badly still"
Meanwhile, in another part of the ship, Mirage was experiencing a new and different side effect, as not only was he horny, but he was extremely sensitive –even the smallest touch in the right place could set him off. And Unfortunately for Sunny and Sides who were now tormenting the bot because of this, Optimus was coming to investigate, as Optimus had gotten a message from his mate that he needed help. When Optimus saw what the twins were doing to his mate, Optimus was not very happy, to put things extremely mildly.
"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe!" Optimus yelled loudly and pissed off.
Either choosing to ignore or having not heard, the twins continued to torment poor Mirage, who was desperately fighting the urge to open his interfacing array with little success. The illusionist was so turned on that he didn't know which end was up, but this was not what he wanted. He didn't want to betray his mate and he certainly didn't want to get raped again. Mirage shot a desperate look at his mate, incensing Optimus.
Optimus came over and physically grabbed the Lambo twins off of Mirage. "When I address you, you acknowledge is that understood. And do not ever touch Mirage again"
Sunny and Sides shook as Optimus lorded over them, obviously pissed off. Mirage, finally grateful for the reprieve, collapsed onto the floor and curled into a ball, trying to comfort himself and cool himself down, though it did little good. Mirage was turned on, but had been afraid to interface ever since having been raped. Mirage was horny as hell, but he also was scared as hell by his own systems reactions, which only made Optimus even angrier, as the boss bot took the twins and threw them in the brig once again before tending to his shaky, terrified mate.
"Shhh, I've got you my love" Optimus said lovingly as he picked Mirage up and held him close. "I'm here"
"please, my beloved' Mirage said meekly and quietly, "take me home and make me forget. Make me forget this."
"I will" Optimus said lovingly and was glad the sparklings were with the others and gently laid Mirage down on their berth and started to lovingly and gently caress his mate.
Mirage enjoyed the gentle soothing touches that his mate gave him. Mirage, sick of being horny, asked Optimus, 'Please, love, will you slowly and gently make love to me. I long to feel your gentle touch, my sparkmate." Mirage even revealed his still healing interfacing array to Optimus, knowing this might hurt, but wanting to get past that, wanting to be loved again.
"I will my love" Optimus said and very gently prepared and entered his mate barely moving.
Mirage grimaced slightly as Optimus's member entered his sore and healing port, but Mirage slowly relaxed as his body welcomed the familiar member. Mirage moaned and groaned in bliss as Optimus slowly moved in and out of the bot's port. And the more love and gentle touches Mirage felt, the more Mirage began to forget that horrible experience with that seeker. He may never forget being raped, but now he was starting to once again realize that interfacing could be a loving gentle time between two loving mates. And Mirage's tears faded away.
"I love you forever and ever" Optimus said lovingly.
"I love you too, my beloved. I just hope that you will love the sparklings to come as much as you love the rest of our sparklings" Mirage stated, revealing a secret fear that even Optimus had not realized that the illusionist had.
"I will love them because they are yours"
"No," said Mirage, "because they are ours, just like Wingspan is Prowl and Jazz's."
"Ours" Optimus agreed and kissed Mirage as he moved gently.
Meanwhile, in another section of the ship, Jazz was groaning and moaning, but not in pleasure, as he was growing closer and closer to sparking his sparkling, and Prowl began to feel overwhelmed as he tried to help his own mate, and his son and his son's mate.
"I never thought I would be going through this again" Jazz told Prowl shifting again.
"well, at least this time you won't be alone" replied Prowl, hoping to cheer up his mate.
Jazz smiled a little. "Yeah...with spanner it was just me and Ratchet"
Prowl sighed a little, as he didn't want to be reminded of that, as it had caused so much trouble for him already. And so to change the subject, Prowl asked Jazz, "So do you think it will be a mech or a femme?"
Jazz replied, "Mech, because he caused many of the same symptoms as Spanner. Why do you ask?"
Prowl replied, "Just curious. Have you thought of any names?"
"I haven't, I wont know until I see him. It was the same with Spanner"
"Speaking of Wingspan, do you remember when we met, my dear Jazz? Wingspan didn't care much for me…remember?" Prowl asked, as this whole situation brought Prowl back to when he and Jazz met.
Jazz chuckled softly. "That's putting it mildly Prowler" Thinking back on that meeting.
*Flashback*
Jazz was playing with Wingspan when he heard there was a new member of the Autobots but he hadn't met the other yet.
Prowl was running late, it was not his norm, but having accidentally glitched in his room before the big meeting, Prowl was running behind. And in his hurry, Prowl almost plowed over Jazz and Wingspan, only to realize his mistake too late, as the sparkling was pissed while the adult bot was trying to calm the sparkling down, angry optics glaring at the new bot. "I am sorry, my name is Prowl, and I am running late for a meeting, please excuse me."
"Jazz, my son Wingspan" Jazz said and looked up at the other his body hiding most of his sons from view, also his wings.
"I didn't realize that the Autobots took in sparklings. Where is the little one's father?" asked Prowl, forgetting about the meeting and just wanting to talk with this curious and strange Autobot with a sparkling, something Prowl had never seen before, as Prowl had always been an only sparkling and had few if any friends.
"This is my son, I'm his carrier. The Autobots took us both in" Jazz said standing up picking Wingspan up and held him on his hip.
"I didn't know mechs could carry" replied Prowl, showing his own ignorance, "I thought only femmes could carry. But anyway, how old is the squirt?" Wingspan, though young, was highly intelligent, and didn't like being called a squirt, and made his unhappiness known as he lubricated onto Prowl, while giggling.
Jazz was a little embarrassed but couldn't stop the small chuckle that slipped out. "He's three and doesn't like being called squirt."
"I see" stated Prowl as he looked at his own body covered in sparkling lubrication. Prowl and Jazz barely dodged as two younglings ran by, one being Mirage and the other, though slightly younger, was Hot Rod. Jazz tried not to laugh, as Prowl was obviously overwhelmed by the amount of sparklings and younglings that were running around the base. "Aren't there any rules around here or even anyone to enforce them?" Prowl asked as Mirage and Hot Rod even took a disliking to the older bot.
"What a killjoy" stated Mirage, obviously the older of the two, and obviously spoiled rotten as the towerling's attitude tended to show.
"They're sparklings, we let them play before they have to grow up too fast" Jazz said. "Mirage you and Hot Rod go back inside alright" Jazz said having one of his feelings that something was going to happen.
"I better head home" stated Mirage, and soon took off, while Hot Rod went back inside Iacon, "as I didn't tell my folks I snuck over here. See ya, Jazz. Take care Wingspan." Neither Prowl nor Jazz liked that Mirage was leaving, but there was nothing they could do.
"Boy, what a rebel" commented Prowl, which seemed to irritate little Wingspan as well.
"He's a towers mech, different set of rules" Jazz informed him and gently rubbed his son's helm to sooth him.
Prowl was talking when Jazz heard a call from Mirage, who was now trying to run for his life after having discovered his parents were killed by cons, and when Jazz turned, Prowl was able to see Wingspans wings and recognized the brat as a seekerling. "How in the world do you have a seekerling as a sparkling?" asked Prowl, making Jazz worried as well as angry.
"Oh shut the slag up" Jazz snapped. "Be good my seekerling" Jazz said and handed his son off to Prowl before he transformed and gunned it comming for reinforcements as he went.
Prowl was shocked as Jazz took off, leaving Wingspan with him. Wingspan took one look at the mech and decided to lubricate again. And though Prowl was not fond of seekers, as it had been one that had killed his parents, Prowl felt responsible to care for the little one. "Alright Wingspan, I realize that we didn't get off to the best start, but do you think we can work together to keep you safe until your mama returns?" Prowl asked, not knowing if Wingspan could talk yet or not, and was thoroughly surprised by the response he got.
"I suppose we can, still don't like you" Wingspan said simply.
Prowl was a bit scatterbrained as he tried to care for the little one, who did very little to make things any easier on the unsuspecting mech. But when Wingspan was about to do something that Prowl knew was dangerous, Prowl stepped in the way. "NO Wingspan" yelled Prowl, as Prowl placed himself between the danger and the sparkling, glitching as the powerful current went through him. Little Wingspan was surprised, as he had never pegged this bot as someone who would do such a thing.
"Why did you...?" Wingspan asked.
"Because, seekerling or not, no sparkling is going to get shocked and put offline on my watch" replied Prowl, checking to make sure Wingspan was ok, which annoyed Wingspan somewhat, but fascinated him more than anything.
"You don't like seekers do you" Wingspan asked
"Ever since my creators were offlined by seekers, I have not cared for them, as I have thought that all of them were monsters, intent on killing innocent beings" replied Prowl, saying more than he probably should have.
"Then I suggest you avoid him and Jazz then" Came a new voice. it was Ratchet.
Wingspan smiled and ran to the medic who scooped him up. "There you are little seeker"
Prowl felt like he had been slapped in the face, and so, seeing that Wingspan was in good hands, Prowl slipped out, feeling unwanted and unwelcome.
"Ratch, that was mean. He saved me from shocking myself" replied Wingspan, indignantly at Ratchet.
"And why were you planning on shocking yourself silly seeker" Ratchet said. "And he has to get used to me"
"I didn't know it would shock me. He got in between me and the source and took the brunt of the shock. I felt nothing. And I know he has to get used to you, Uncle Ratch, but you still could be nicer."
Prowl shook his head in his own room. He had hardly been an Autobot for more than 30 minutes and he already managed to piss two full grown adults off as well as a sparkling and a youngling. And to top it all off, Prowl couldn't help but feel like his spark was longing for Jazz, but Prowl figured with the way he had acted and the way he had managed to tick everyone off, he had no prayer with Jazz.
"This is how I am little bot you should know that by now" Ratchet said gently tickling the little seekerling.
Jazz came by later that evening and knocked on Prowl's door.
Prowl reluctantly answered the door, after being told from Ratchet and Wingspan what had happened. Jazz also realized that this was the first time Prowl had ever met Ratchet and the poor bot was just overwhelmed. "I am sorry I was unable to watch Wingspan" Prowl said before Jazz could even speak, feeling like a failure.
"It's alright, I found out what happened. That was your first time meeting Ratchet wasn't it?"
"I didn't even know who it was, all I knew was that I better get out of there, before he came after me" replied Prowl, revealing that he hadn't even heard of Ratchet.
Jazz chuckled a little. "Yeah he has that effect, well his name is Ratchet he's our CMO. He's a bit gruff around the edges but he's got a good spark"
Prowl said nothing, worried that whatever he may say would offend Jazz. And so Prowl merely nodded, his self confidence almost shattered from the whole incident. "If you will excuse me, I must go to work' stated Prowl, determined to bury himself in work, as he had always done when things got too sticky and emotional for him, as it let him shut his emotional side completely off.
"Nah ah, we're going to talk. Now have a seat and tell me why from your lips why you don't like seekers"
Prowl sighed, as there was no way out of this. "I was heading to my creator's place, as they had asked me to come over for family time. And as I got close, I saw that blasted Red and white slagger of a seeker fly over my creator's house and then land. I was still a ways off, when I heard shots. And when I looked again, the disgusting red and white seeker emerged, and the house was set ablaze. Once the seeker left, I put out the fire, only to find that my creators had been killed by null ray shots directly to the spark. And since it was a seeker I had seen killing the only family I had, I started hating all seekers, as the only bots that I had known, up till now, that were seekers were good for nothing cons" Prowl stated, tears running out of his optics as he remembered the painful day.
Jazz gently wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders. "Not all seekers are cons the ones who would not join the Decepticons were killed, my son...the only reason he exists is because I was raped by a seeker. He is the one seeker who you do not have to hate"
"Y-y-you were raped by a dirty con seeker?" asked Prowl, trying to understand things.
"It was just before the war got going, had gotten a bit overcharged and was headin home when he found me and was all nice at first til I said no...you can guess what happened from there"
Prowl nodded, as he realized that Jazz had just as much of a reason as him to hate seekers, yet Jazz was so loving toward the little seekerling he had been given. And so Prowl realized, maybe he could learn to love little Wingspan to, that was if Wingspan was willing to give Prowl another chance. "Jazz, could you come by with your son sometime so that the three of us could get to know each other better?"
"Sure, won't be a problem Prowler" Jazz said a smile on his face as he got up and left the other.
"What did you just call me?" asked Prowl, surprised, as he had never heard that nickname before.
"I called you Prowler" Jazz said grinning and headed back to his son.
Prowl was not one who usually liked nicknames, but this was different. Maybe he still had a chance, thought Prowl as he waited for Jazz to return.
Jazz coaxed his son into meeting with Prowl and they joined him.
Prowl and Jazz talked as Wingspan began to learn more about Prowl. And from that time on, the three were inseparable. And eventually, even Ratchet gave his approval.
*end Flashback*