The parentheses are there, because I used a Cybertronian font that I downloaded. If any of you are interested in knowing what it looks like, I'll post a picture on my twitter page. I hope you all enjoy! :)
Oh and for the songs, I will have all of them listed either at the end of each chapter or all in one big chapter.
Ch. 21
-Jazz's POV-
Prowl and I closed the door quietly as Musa slowly fell into stasis. We went to our chambers and laid down on the berth. Prowl looked at me with a smile on his face. "What? I can't tell if that's your 'I'm going to ravish you all night' smile or your 'you're just so adorable' smile." I say with a laugh as we slid under the covers.
"Honestly, we should've had Musa during the war, you're just so open and happy all the time. I also get to see your optics more often." Prowl caressed my face before shrugging with smirk. "Although I wouldn't mind a little love from my mate."
I started laughing as he pulled me onto his lap. His servos were placed on my aft, and my servos were on his chest. "And since having Musa, you've become an interface fiend. You're gonna spark me if you keep this up." I chuckle before kissing his lips. "Do you want to have another sparkling?"
"It would be nice to have maybe one more, but not right now. I want to enjoy what our life is right now. Which means seeing your valve on my spike." Prowl said with a purr and kissed my lips before rubbing my servos gently. We both opened our platings, and I lowered my valve slowly. We both moaned softly as I stretched out slightly.
I positioned myself, so I was putting my servos on both sides of his helm and slid my legs down. A loud moan slipped passed my lips as I started to move on Prowl's spike. Prowl lifted his waist off the berth, pushing himself further inside. I fell back onto my servos, Prowl slid a servo behind my back as I continued to roll my hips. "Prowler frag me."
"I already am Jazz." Prowl said with a playful wink before lifting his hips in the air slightly before thrusting into my valve hard and slow. I gripped Prowl's shoulders as I started to bounce on him. "Frag, baby you feel good around my spike."
I moaned as I licked and sucked his neck cables, he dug his digits into my armor. "Prowler take me from behind." I started feeling lubricant sliding down my valve. My lips started kissing the edges of Prowl's wings before biting the tips of them. Prowl lifted his hips higher with a deep moan.
"Baby I wanna spark merge tonight." We both knew that if we spark merged and he overloaded in my valve, I would end up being sparked, and with everything happening we couldn't risk it. I nodded as Prowl rolled us over, and our chest plates opened up exposing our sparks. I felt Prowl pull out of my valve, and into my aft.
We both rocked our hips as we got ourselves closer to an overload. I opened my spike housing, and Prowl used one servo to stroke me while pounding into my aft harder. I arched my back with a loud moan as we locked our lips in sloppy kisses. Prowl pressed our sparks together just before we overloaded. Our cooling fans kicked in as our hot frames pulled apart, my entire lower half was covered in transfluid.
"Frag, Prowl how long… have you been neglected? That was amazing." I said with a smile while sitting up slowly. Prowl rolled over to his side of the berth and pulled out a rag. He started cleaning us off while occasionally kissing my lips gently. I purred happily as my mate tossed the rag over his shoulder.
"A very long time, I just wanted to make you remember who controls the berth." Prowl said with a playful purr before pulling the blankets on top of us. I was laying on my back, and Prowl laid his helm on my chest with an arm over my mid-section. Prowl never liked being on his back because it hurt his wings, and I knew that this was the only time we would cuddle before he rolled onto his front to recharge. "Do you think you'll be able to take Musa to school? She had a really bad first day, maybe having you there will make her feel better."
"Yeah, I have to go to Iacon anyways. For a recording session and make a few calls down Earth for some updates on that tour. I can't just do a world tour, I have to do a universe tour." I say jokingly, getting us to laugh tiredly. "Are you really okay with me not being home all the time? I feel like with my clubs, the studios, and the concerts I'm never home enough."
Prowl looked up at me with a gentle smile on his lips. "If you are happy doing it, then I am too. It's always been your dream to perform on a stage and expand your nightclub business. I promised to be with you on any decisions you make, well as long as they don't involve you dying. And that's why you have me to help you space out everything with plenty time to collect your bearings and spend time with your family. You also have Trine to help you with Dark Hex. Does this have to deal with the fact Musa's now the age you started to get hurt?"
"She's only five and is hating herself. I don't know what to do, I just don't know what to do. Musa was so happy and proud of herself, and then we started talking about school with her." I sighed heavily and hugged Prowl close to my frame. "She told me that she hated herself. To hear that from our daughter, it just tears me up. One thing I wished she didn't get from me; my lack of self-confidence."
Prowl sat up and looked down at me with his servo gently rubbing my face. "Jazz, Musa will bounce back from this. Musa just has to understand that only she can make the difference. She is bright and wonderful, and further more beautiful in the only optics that truly matter. Ours. Maybe write a song for her, and have her sing it? I know Musa will like that." Prowl suggested before kissing my lips and pulled away from me. "Good night Jazz, I'll see you in the morning."
I laid there quietly as I thought about what Prowl said. Maybe he's right, Musa is smart enough to know that she's beautiful. I removed my visors and sat them on the nightstand before lying next to Prowl. When I onlined in the morning, I looked over and saw that Prowl was in the washroom taking a shower. I got out of the berth to go wake Musa up for school. When I went to open the door, I could hear the soft playing of the piano coming from inside. I opened the door quietly, and saw Musa sitting at the piano playing the same keys. A smile slid on my lips when I heard her humming to the little tune she was making.
If I'd spread my wings to fly
When I was very small
I knew that you'd be standing by
To catch me if I fall
I quietly walked in and watched her sing her song. Her wings were held in a high 'V' as her little voice continued to strung beautiful lyrics together.
You're my hero
Chasing the monsters from my room
Going on trips around the moon
The one who's always been there f…faithfully.
Musa looked like she was trying to write her own song but was struggling to put words together. Not that I could blame her, I couldn't expect a youngling to make a difficult song.
You're my hero
You didn't have to say a word
Your love was the message that I heard
Inspiring me to be all I can be
You're my hero
And-
Musa stopped when she saw me sit beside her. I was still smiling at her, but when she looked up at me I saw dried tears on her face. "Musa, what's wrong sweetie?" I pulled her into my arms as she started to cry again.
"I'm not going to be a good singer like you." Musa pulled away from my hug when she felt me chuckling. "Why are you laughing at me?" She asked in between hitches.
"Musa, you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." I rubbed her face with a soft purr. "How about after school, you and I go to my recording studio and practice a song? Or we can come back home and play the piano? Whatever you want." I stood up and held out a servo towards Musa. "Let's head downstairs and have our morning refuel before heading to school?"
She smiled as hopped off the bench and took my servo. "Oh, can we go to your studio!? I wanna sing with you." We went downstairs where some of the Dark Hex members sat drinking energon and talking. Some of the sparklings and younglings were getting ready for school. Some of the adults gave us a quick hello as I got our energon. "Carrier, do I need to have the dark crystals now?"
"Not before school, we can have some at the studio. You refuel, I'll be right back." I helped Musa into an empty chair and handed her energon before leaving the room. Prowl was coming downstairs all clean and shiny. I cat called him, getting him to look up and heat up slightly. "Primus, today must be pretty important if you waxed yourself."
Prowl walked over to me and kissed my lips with a purr. "We found the graffiti artists, the ones who have been leaving the Decepticon insignias all over Iacon. Which means publicity, so I have to look good for the public." He chuckled before looking into the dining hall, and then at me. "Has anyone had dark energon?"
"No, you're alright." I smiled as I took his servo and led him through. Musa looked up with a smile as she hopped down from the chair. "Give Sire a hug and kiss, and then we'll head to school."
"But isn't Sire coming with?" Musa asked as Prowl picked her up, and they started petting each other's wings.
Prowl shook his helm, "I won't be heading to Iacon for a little longer. I'll see you when I get home." He kissed her cheek plate with a small purr as they nuzzled each other. "Have a good day, okay?"
"Yes Sire, but what about the others at school? They won't stop looking at my optics." Musa's wings went down as he rubbed her back. "They think that I'm weird."
"Sweetspark, let Carrier tell you a story. I'll tell you on the way to school, okay?" I took her from Prowl and gave my mate a kiss. "I'll see you tonight."
As Musa and I went to the station waiting for the train. "What's your story Carrier?"
I looked down at the femme with a gentle smile with my visors on. "It's about the time Carrier joined the Autobots. When he showed a few of his friends that he was Kaonion, they questioned my loyalty and tormented me for a long time. There were times where Carrier felt alone and should've listened to his processor about being on a team with those different than him." We went into the train and sat down before I continued. "Carrier was really sad and felt alone, until the one mech who mattered to me came to my rescue and told me that only my view on myself mattered. And that I had to show the others that I can be just as much of an Autobot as them."
"Sire?" Musa asked, and I shook my helm. "Was Sire mean to you?"
"No, Sire was my best friend back then. But back then I was with a different mech, his name was Blaster. He was different too, he could make little Mini-cons come from his chest. A lot of them didn't like that Blaster was related to a Decepticon named Soundwave." I rubbed her back as I continued the story. "It took time, but eventually the Autobots all learned that just because Carrier was different than them it doesn't define who I am."
Musa looked down at her lap, her wings were twitched as she thought about what I had said. She looked up at me with those same expressive optics as mine were. "My optics aren't who I am, but a part of who I am? Is that what you're saying?" She looked confused.
I nodded with my servo waving to the side, "that's a simple way of putting it, yes. They're not being mean because they don't like you, they are just scared of something they don't understand. Just show them who you really are like, and they'll come around."
"Really? Okay, thank you so much Carrier!" Musa hugged my neck tightly, her wings flickered happily. "I'll try to not let them be mean to me."
"Good femme." I kissed her helm before we got off and headed to the school. We got to the school, and a lot of the students were looking at us. I held my helm up confidently before looking down, and saw Musa looking around nervously. "Musa, you have to be confident. Remember?"
Musa looked at me before smiling gently. "Are you going to walk me to my class?" She gave me that look of a youngling wanting her creator more than anything in the world. "Please Carrier?"
I simply smiled, and she squealed before hugging my leg and dragging me to her class room. Musa led me to the door and pointed to her desk. "Is that where you're sitting sweetie?" She nodded with a big smile on her face. "Do you want Carrier to talk to your teacher?"
"No, I think I'm okay. I love you Carrier." Musa hugged me and kissed my cheek before running inside to her classroom.
I left once I saw her settle down at her desk. As I was leaving the school grounds, several cameras hovered to me. I groaned into my servo when I saw three different reporters rush over to me. Seriously sometimes the war was better, no journalists. They cornered me near the school security station. "Guys, I don't have time for interviews. I have to get to the recording studio."
"Jazz, are the rumors about Musa's origins true?" I looked at the insignia on one of the cameras and rubbed my helm with a deep intake.
"She came from me, nothing more and nothing less. Unless you want to see my memory banks from start to finish of me carrying her, stop questioning me about how Musa came to be." I back flipped and transformed before driving off to the recording studio. Prowl, tell me again what's so great about publicity?
Do you want a real answer or a Jazz answer? Prowl teasingly said through the bond. There is nothing you can really do about them Jazz; our family is going to be a big thing until something happens.
You're right, well I'm going to be in the recording studio for a while. I told him before waving at the secretary before heading down a long hallway to the studio. I flipped on the lights and the microphone before putting on a pair of headphones over my helm, just right behind my horns. I sat a datapad that had all my lyrics from every song I created, on a music stand.
A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war
I start do a small dance, raising my servos in different directions as I pictured different Cybertronians with each word. Already thinking of setups for the stage
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight
I leaned into microphone as I almost screamed the last word. My servo held onto the side of my headphones.
To the right to the left
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth,
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left,
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world
I pointed to the right and left of me, rolling my arms out on my sides. And did a few spins, lifting the cord connecting to the headphones over me.
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
To the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah
This is war
I pointed in front of me as I glared at the glass before opening it into a servo with a gentle smile. I raised my servo into the air as it turned into a fist and looked up at the ceiling.
It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
And the moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight,
To fight, to fight, to fight
My servos came to my chest as I bowed my helm, paying quick silent respects to my fallen comrades.
To the right, to the left,
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth,
It's a brave new world from the last to the first
To the right, to the left,
We will fight to the death
To the edge of the earth
It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world, it's a brave new world
I leaned into the microphone and made my voice softer, not worried a whole lot about the sound. I always sung my songs first, and then added the instruments and fine tuning later.
After I finished the first song, I looked up from the datapad, and saw Optimus and Ultra Magnus standing there. I pointed to the sound board, Magnus pressed the microphone for inside the recording room. "Jazz, do you have a moment to discuss some Autobot business?"
"Wow, no hellos, what am I scrap parts?" I smirked as I lowered the headphones to my neck. "Can you talk to Prowl about it, I have to get these songs done."
"Jazz, this concerns you. Someone has been stealing modifications for your team; Alfa-Bravo." Optimus said as Ultra Magnus pulled up an image of three figures digging up Hound's grave. Bumblebee and I had agreed to have them all buried in a base that was located in the Sea of Rust.
My servos wrapped around the stand, and the sound of metal screaming as I bent the edges. "How long?" They didn't respond, only fueling my rage. "How long!?"
"Since Musa was attacked." Optimus finally admitted.
"My family's graves were being dug up for that long, and you never thought to tell me!? Who else did they dig up, Prime!?" I was losing control of my emotions, and I didn't care at this point.
"Hound was the last one. Jazz, you need to calm down, we are trying to find them as fast as possible." Ultra Magnus tried to cool the situation.
I grabbed the already broken music stand and threw it at the behind me. There was one a large hole in the wall, and the stand broke into a few pieces. "How can I be calm!? You waited until the last fragging second to tell me this! Have you told Bee!? Are they Decepticons!?" I wanted to strangle them both but being in this room was the only thing keeping them safe.
"We don't know, and no we haven't told Bumblebee. Jazz we came to you to help us find the culprits and avoid telling the media about it." Optimus said with that same calm tone, which infuriated me.
"The war is over Prime! I can't just go sneaking around like I used too! If you haven't noticed I'm plastered all over Cybertron. The media is all over my aft, they snuck into my home and followed me to Musa's school." I walked closer to the glass. "I will find these fraggers and make them answer for what they did to my friends. And then I'm gonna beat you both into the hospital for keeping this from me."
"Jazz, we need them alive for questioning." Ultra Magnus explained to me, but at this point in time I wasn't going to play by his rules.
"Oh, they'll be alive on life support." I growled as my optics narrowed behind my visors.
After they left I quickly went downhill, I fell to my knees and started crying into my servos. With last minute thinking I raced for the burial site, to see if what Prime said was true or not. When I made it, I rushed down into the base and saw the caskets opened. The room was large enough to fit five stasis pods in with enough space for anyone to walk between them. I looked into each one; Mirage's chest was torn open and his modification chip was missing, Brawn had his arms ripped apart, Trailbreaker was missing the front part of his helm, Hound had his optics hanging on the sides of his helm, Bluestreak's wings were torn from his body, and Cliffjumper's body was recovered after the war and he had his midsection ripped to shreds. I didn't tell anyone, but I had one other body buried here. I rushed over to the other side of Hound's pod and pressed a secret button on the bottom of the lid. A sixth pod slowly rose from the once empty space, I opened the lid and started smiling as I cried once more.
Inside the pod was Blaster surrounded by each of Cassetticons. All of them were intact, and I never thought I would feel this relieved to see my old lover's dead body before. "At least you were saved. Don't worry guys, I will find whoever did this and return what belonged to you." A bright light popped up from behind Cliffjumper's pod, and then another popped up from the others'. The orbs took on their old bodies, of course I was in absolute disbelief. "I must be seriously messed in the helm right now."
"Jazz, you know very well that with all we've been through during the war your processor can't make this up." Brawn's ghost crossed his arms, getting a glare from Trailbreaker.
"Brawn, Jazz has every right to be scared. He's looking at his dead friends. Jazz, we need yours and Musa's help retrieving our modifications. We were brought out of rest when they started stealing our belongings." Mirage explained as he knelt down in front of me.
I looked at all of them as my visors retracted. "How do you know about-"
"When Musa was attacked, we were able to hack our mods, but only for a moment. It's only three and they are planning something big." Bluestreak hovered his servos above my own. "The ancient Primes are being cryptic and are just telling us that Musa is needed to keep the peace between our kind."
"First the public want to find out if my daughter is for a secret Decepticon plan, and now the Primes are sending my dead teammates to tell me that Musa is vital to prevent another war. And why can't I just find them, rip the mods out, and bring them back?" I looked at Hound with a puzzled look, feeling the small urge to be difficult.
Hound shrugged, "again we don't know any more than what we've been told. Jazz what we do know, is that they need your soul."
I started laughing hysterically, my servos went to my knees as I tried to stop laughing. "I'm sorry, but ya'll telling me that a small hand of mechs are coming here tearing your mods out and using them to kill my daughter, to get my soul? Primus I really have gone crazy." I held my helm and shook it as it started to hurt just thinking.
"Jazz, you wouldn't have removed your visors if you didn't believe that we were us. You have to believe us!" Cliffjumper's threw his arms to his sides. "My body has been through enough, all I want to do is be able to rest! I can't do that looking like that!" The base shook as the atmosphere grew cold, and Cliff pointed to his body.
"Jazz, we would be feeling the same if it were one of us, but we need you to save us one last time. Please?" Bluestreak's wings fell and he frowned, I could feel his fear around me.
I clenched my fists as I looked at them with a determined nod. "Alright, I'll do it. But Musa is staying out of this until someone knows why she is important, because she too young for any sort of fight. I also refuse to let my daughter fight in Alfa-Bravo business." I looked at them before putting my visors on. "How will I be able to con-" I looked up and noticed them gone.
-Prowl's POV-
I sat in the interrogation room with one of my deputies and the convicts. I was examining their postures quietly, until my optics locked on the inside of their rights wrists. My deputy grabbed their arms and showed them to me. My optics narrowed at the purple brands that stared at me. Lucky for them they couldn't see my death glare because of my visors. "Where did you get these?" The mech in the right seat was a black and orange Velocitron, and the mech in the other seat was a yellow and burgundy stripped Seeker. Neither of them said a word. I crossed my arms as I looked at them with my visors darkening. "Just because you are bearing the Decepticon insignia, I can have you sent the prison where we send the Decepticons. And trust me, they are not as fun to be around."
"Megatron is the rightful ruler of Cybertron, and it's more than just us. We are all loyal soldiers to the great Megatron." The Velocitron said as he pounded his fists on the table.
The Seeker held his helm up high as he nodded. He looked at me with a familiar looking smirk. I looked at him quietly before speaking. "Whose creation, are you?"
"Decepticon Air Commander." He smirked at me with his digits tapping on the table. "My Sire will be pleased to know that we've got you pathetic Autobot distracted."
"What do you mean? Where is the rest of your trine?" Prowl asked as his irritation was becoming more noticeable. "What advantage does Starscream get by bringing back Megatron?"
The two leaned back with grins on their faces. They lifted up their inner servos and held tightly of each other. "My brother may be more like our Sire, but it was easy for me to sneak in and out of the Sea of Rust. And our little brother's wings made it easy to blend into that Praxus school, perfect mix of both our creators. Easily mistaken for a regular Praxian." He chuckled. "Of course, now you have to figure out who it is, because he wasn't sparked the same cycle as us."
"Praxus… What do you want with the Praxian sparklings?" I gripped my fists tightly as my battle computer was working overtime, trying to figure out what Starscream was planning. When did he have sparklings? Second, who would willingly mate with that egotistical mech?! I looked at them as they both flashed sly grins.
"We don't want the sparklings, just one special sparkling. One sparkling that could spark a new war, a sparkling that will call every Decepticon back home." The Seeker leaned forward. "Now you must wonder why we are willingly telling you? Hmm?"
"Deputy Steergear, quickly get to the school and tell the headmaster to send all students to the auditorium." I ordered while I kept my optics on the grinning twins. He looked at me in confusion, I quickly pounded my fist as I turned my helm in his direction. "Now!"
The red and gray Praxian saluted and ran out of the room. I stood up with a single digit pointing at them. With my rage boiling I left the room and looked at Flux with my wings flared. "Stay here and keep an optic on them, already on top of it Sir."
"I need to go to Praxus." I said before rushing out of the building and transformed with my sirens turning on quickly. When I made it to Praxus, there was my deputy and the Praxus department sheriff along with her deputies were talking with the headmaster. I transformed quickly, "did you get a headcount on all the students?"
"Chief Prowl, I'm Sherriff Aciddust, we were just about to comm you. A mech disguised as one of the staff took a student. The image is blurry, but we managed to get the optics to focus." The green and yellow femme handed me the holoimage, and my wings dropped as my entire frame shook. "I take it you know her?"
Steergear looked at it and gasped. "That's Musa." The Praxus deputy took the datapad from me as my spark was continuously breaking.
"Musa, that name sounds familiar." One of Aciddust's deputies said with confusion. "Is she an old case or something Chief Commander?"
I shook my helm as I tried to think of how to break the news to Jazz. "Musa is my daughter." That voice. We looked up, and I saw Jazz in his old silver paintjob. He was crouched on the streetlight behind us, and he did a front flip between us. He took the pad from the deputy, looking at it quietly. He growled as it was crushed in his servo. "It's a war they want? A war they'll get. Prowl, don't try to stop me or I will do things to you that I will regret."
"Jazz, we don't know where they took her. And this isn't our case, it's the Praxus' Enforcer case. We can't do anything, but-" I tried to explain, but Jazz stared at me with a face that was actually scaring me.
"This isn't an Enforcer case, this is gang business. They want to mess with DarkHex, then they will have to face the entire district of Kaon." Jazz stepped on the already destroyed datapad as he walked off.
I looked down before looking at the femme. "I'll make sure my mate doesn't interfere. Iacon will give you any resources you need, and I'll give you as much information on my daughter as I can." I gave them mine and Jazz's comlink frequencies. I looked at my deputy with my visor darkening, "put a BOLO for Musa. And if Optimus attempts to help, tell him not too."
Steergear saluted, "Yes sir." He stepped onto the street and transformed before driving off.
I hope you guys enjoyed! :)