Rhapsody in Blue

CH 4

"Spazz, I don't think they can hear you."

"They can, trus' me." Jazz wiggled closer, leaning over her abdomen with a CD player in hand. "I heard 'bout people tryin' this before. 'Supposed ta make 'um smarter."

"Not human, remember?" Jynx sighed, "Sparks aren't capable of hearing while in the chamber, you know that."

Jazz just shrugged and pushed play on the headphones. "Ya never know, maybe they could."

"Whatever ya wanna believe, hun."

The femme shut off her optics in frustration. He was driving her insane. Her mate was at her side non-stop, constantly asking questions and poking her, talking to the unborn at all hours of the night. And although Jynx was thankful for his help and loving presence, the mech was making her crazy.

"Maybe they'll like Madonna better, huh?"

"Yeah, sure." Jynx muttered.

"How 'bout Styx?"

Sigh again.

"Bowie?"

"Jazz! Enough music huh?"

"I know, Phil Collins?" Jazz looked up just in time to see the glare he received in response.

"I know. How about you go get a drink with the guys or something huh? You're making me crazy." Jynx smiled at Jazz's childish pout as the Porsche stuck his bottom lip out and bowed his head.

"Awh Jay, ya know I'm just-"

"Exicited, yeah I could tell but you haven't left the room for six hours now and constant questions are getting a little tiring, Love."

Jazz, still pouting, nudged her cheek with his nose. "If I stop asking questions will ya let me stay?" He gave her a cute puppy-dog look, kissing down her jaw lovingly. The Porsche knew she always had a weak spot for the puppy-dog look…

Jynx tossed her head away with a grin on her face, "Don't start. You-" She paused suddenly, a strange look crossing her face.

"What? What is it?" he demanded worriedly, sitting up to look at her better.

"I-I don't know. It feels funny…like the sparks are moving or something… I think we better go find Ratch."

Jazz nodded and walked out the door- paused- and came back.

"Oh yeah, fergot you can't walk, huh?" Jynx snickered as Jazz leaned down to pick her up and ran out the door.

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Oh yes, this was the life. No Sideswipe, no Sunstreaker. No Prime, no Prowl. Just him and a big cup of high grade. Ratchet snuggled down deeper into his chair and propped his feet up on the computer in front of him. Now if every day could be as wonderful as this…

"Ratch!" The door went flying open and a black and white Porsche came rushing through the door making Ratchet jump and spill his cup all down his chest plate. "Ya gotta help, man. Somethin's wrong with Lil J."

Jazz deposited the femme on the med berth looking absolutely terrified. In his arms, Jynx lay completely limp and her optics were offline. Ratchet brushed off the reminder of energon from his face and got to his feet.

"When did this start?" Ratched took out his med scanner and pushed the worried Porsche away.

"Jus' now! Didya think I'd jus' leave her knocked out like that?"

The CMO held up his hands, "I just had to check. Wheeljack!" The medic turned around to find the engineer, "Get your aft in here! I'm going to need help!" Sure enough, Wheeljack came running around the corner and over to Ratchet's side.

"What?"

"Help me get the room ready, these kids are coming out tonight."

Jazz looked stupefied, as he watched them grab at machines and tools, running back and forth while Jazz held his mate's head in his arms to comfort her despite the fact that she couldn't feel anything for the moment.

"You." Ratchet pointed at Jazz's chest, "Get to the waiting room. I am not about to allow a worried bondmate in the room while I'm trying to extract two sparks."

Jazz's visor blinked off and on, "Whatcha mean, two? Only one's ready ta be-"

"It's impossible to extract one at a time," Ratchet shook his head, "I'm going to have to take both and put them in separate bodies. One will just have to mature in his own body shell before he can be activated. Trust me, it's fine. I've seen it done before."

"You haven't done it before yerself though?" Jazz gulped.

The CMO just glared and pointed to the door. "Out. Now. Or I swear to Primus below I'll have you rewired to be a toaster oven."

Knowing not only could the medic do it, but would actually follow up with the treat- Jazz retreated to the waiting room, shaking with worry. But not before giving his mate one last kiss, muttering "I love you" into her audio.

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Author's Note: See, I haven't forgotten all my outstanding fics to be finished, I just get sidetracked sometimes is all. Anyway, hope everyone likes the next chapter! Next up is the moment we've all been waiting for! Look for Rhapsody's creation day and maybe Beat too. You'll have to wait and see what happens. Don'tcha just love cliffhangers? No?