Author's notes: Thanks for all the review on "Alone" I'll answer those more with the next chapter, but for now I took yet another break on "alone" and wrote this up. Just so everyone can get a feel of the timeline here's the order of all the fanfics I have so far. Heartbeat excluded because I don't like that one and need to redo it… First is "Alone" then "Fireworks," "Trinket," "Rhapsody in Blue," "Drifting to Dreamland," "Smile for the Medic" and then "Offbeat's Beat." And no don't own Transformers or Jazz, I only own Jynx. J

Rhapsody in Blue

Chapter 1

Jynx wished moments like this could last forever. Lying in Jazz's arms, the mech sleeping peacefully next to her, no appointments, no duty. She had Jazz all to herself. No waiting for debriefings, no listening to Prowl grouse about reports… It was just her and her love and no one to tell them different.

Smiling contently, Jynx snuggled along side Jazz. All she needed now to make this moment complete, was Jazz to wake up. Quietly, the femme tilted her head to see his face. He looked so peaceful that she hated to wake him up. Not to mention, he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately, what with the 'Cons trying all of their, "Take Over the World" schemes in only one week rather than the usual two week spree. Perhaps she should just let him sleep.

Jazz suddenly shifted in his sleep but didn't wake. A slight smile found it's way on his lips. Jynx guessed the mech must have been dreaming again. She couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming.

Jynx smiled devilishly, there was ways of finding out…

Moving ever so carefully, Jynx leaned over the snoozing Porsche to speak in his audios. "Spazz…" she giggled at the old nickname knowing Jazz's subconscious cranial unit would recognize the name and connect it with her.

"Lil J?" He muttered, flipping onto his side. Jynx scooted over next to him again but the recharge berth was too slippery and she ended up falling on top of him.

Jazz bolted and fell out of the berth, looking dazed and groggy. "Wha..?"

Jynx winced and got down on the floor with him, "sorry 'bout that, love. I was…I slipped."

The saboteur smiled warmly and shakily got to his feet, "naw, don' worry bout it." Jazz sat back on his berth, rubbing his optics under his visor, "How'd you slip anyway?" Jazz sounded amused beyond his drained expression.

"Well…I uh…" Jynx self consciously rubbed the back of her neck, a habit she had started to pick up from her mate, "I was dream whispering and you rolled over and…I slipped."

"Dream whispering?" Jazz cocked his head to the side, still grinning his fool head off.

"Yeah. See, when you're asleep, sometimes if I whisper in your audios you talk in your dream." She smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah?" Jazz pulled her into his arms, tilting her head up, "What did I dream 'bout this time?"

Jynx shrugged, "I kinda woke you when I fell on you before I got an answer."

"Do ya wanna know?"

Jynx nuzzled his neck with her nose, "Uh huh."

"I was dreamin' bout th' old days back on Cybertron. Back when we firs' met." Jazz murmured, kissing the corners of her helm lovingly. He shuddered as his mate's hands gently drifted across his door wings.

"Jazz! I know that femme is in there!" Brawn and another very angry Autobot pounded at the door. Both room occupants looked at the door and then back to each other.

"What did you do?" Jazz asked getting up off the berth, "They sound ticked."

Jynx shrugged, looking at the door, "Nothing that I know of."

Jazz shrugged back and went to open the door. "I'll find out what they want."

On the other side of the doors stood Brawn and Cliffjumper, both wearing equally angry expressions. Jazz inwardly cringed. This wasn't going to be good. "What can I do for you boys?"

"Turn over that femme your hiding in there." Brawn's stout figure barked, the minibot looking around Jazz's legs. "She nearly blew us up!" Cliffjumper's voiced from behind Brawn, shouting similar phrases.

"Now, now. Let's not go jumpin' ta conclusions." Jazz held his hands up defensively as Jynx walked over behind him.

"What the slag are you talking about?" Jynx put her hands on her hips, glaring heatedly back at the mechs. "I've been in here all morning long."

"You were supposed to fix our guns, not make 'um blow up!" Cliffjumper chimed in, tossing the gun at her feet. On his chest there was an obvious black gun residue splotch adorning his red paint. "Look what you did to me!"

"You need to learn to do your work right the first time! Every single time I get mine back from your workshop it backfires!" Cliffjumper shook his gun irritably at her. Brawn backed him, echoing the statement.

Jynx snagged his gun and tossed it at his head with a clang, "I know how to do my job! Maybe you should learn to do yours!" Jazz grabbed her arms and pinned them back as she tried to charge at the minibot.

"Yeah right! You only joined the Ark so you could be with him. This aint a dating cruise!" Brawn accused.

The tech struggled against Jazz, clearly wanting to tear off Brawn's head. "I slagging know how to do my job! How dare you think that! Did it ever occur to you that maybe I purposely rig your guns to do that because I hate you?"

From down the hall Jazz could hear footsteps coming. Probably because of all the commotion. Jazz had to do something to stop this before it got too far out of control. He definitely didn't want Prowl and Prime involved in this.

"Both of ya can knock it off!" Jazz shouted over the top of them, startling the mechs into silence, "Ya wanna yell, go do it somewhere else 'cause I aint gunna let ya yell at her. Ya aint nice to her and she aint at you so leave well enough alone. And if ya raise yer voice to my mate again…" He trailed off, shaking his finger at them.

"You'll what?" Cliffjumper and Brawn said in unision, both crossing their arms.

"Hey you two, I'm a few ranks 'bove you."

Cliffjumper looked to Brawn then back to Jazz before making his exit. "Just make sure she doesn't slag up again." Brawn threw a nasty glare her way before stomping off behind the red minibot.

Jazz sighed and quickly shut the door shut with a crash. Jynx pushed herself away from her mate to turn around and glare at him. "What the slag was that about?"

The saboteur sighed, "You can rub some people the wrong way sometimes, J. But they're like that to everyone."

"Oh I'm sure." Jynx puffed sarcastically, "It's because I'm a femme that's why."

Jazz nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Maybe…but they're kinda two of a kind. Think they're 'Macho Mechs.' Heck, they harass Sunny and Swipe. Aint none to bright."

"It's ridiculous." The femme sat back on the berth, her knees brought up to her chest. "'Course, I really did rig their guns. I was gettin' them back for the "Failure Femme" crack from last week."

"Probably wasn't a good idea ta provoke 'em."

"They deserved it."

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The next morning Jynx was happily working away in her workshop when Jazz stopped in to see her. From the looks of it she was making a new sculpture today…a very interesting one too. Jazz couldn't really tell what it was supposed to be. It was made of many thin strips of metal and twisted in different ways. One longer piece in the center spirled at a perfect ninety degree angle while the rest fanned out from it.

Her wielder was too loud for him to be heard over it, so he just pulled her into tight embrace to let her know he was there. "Mornin'" Jazz murmured into her audio, kissing the side of her helm. The saboteur's hands lightly tickling Jynx's midsection.

"Bout time you got up." She giggled and put down her tools, twisting her body to face him.

"How'd yer check up with Doc Ratch go?" Jazz asked, kissing her nose.

Jynx stopped laughing immediately, her head bowed. Jazz frowned and tilted her head back up, "What? What happened?"

Jynx still didn't reply.

"Com'on Lil J, tell me." His arms started to squeeze her slightly with his worry. Jazz knew it wasn't like Jynx to keep secrets from him. Or from anyone else for that matter.

Sighing, Jynx put her wielding shield back up on top of her head to revel her optics. "You better sit down," she said finally, ushering to a spot nearby. Jazz did as he was told, pulling Jynx to sit beside him. The tech drapped her an arm over his chest, the other round his neck, curling up next to him and burrowing her head on his shoulder.

Jazz just kept his hand on her back, rubbing it reassuringly. "What is it?" He prompted again, his worry now getting the better of him.

The tech lifted her head, her optics staring right into his visor where she knew his optics must have been. "I'm…we're…I'm carrying a spark."

Jazz looked completely dumbfounded for a moment until the words sunk in. "Ya mean…you have a-"

"Yep."

"And we're gunna have a-"

"Uh huh."

"Jynx, that's wonderful!" Jazz exclaimed, picking her up and twirling her around in the air. Jynx held on to him, kissing and smiling as she was being swung around.

"I'm really gunna be a dad…" Jazz set her down, still hugging her tightly, his circulators working overtime as the words started to sink in. Jazz was really going to be a dad! He couldn't believe it! If he were human, he'd probably be bawling right now.

The tech pulled back kissing his face, "You okay?" Jynx nuzzled his nose with hers, noting that he looked kind of dazed. Like someone had it him over the head with a mallet. "Spazz?"

"I'm really…going to be a…a dad?"