Title: Daddy's Lullaby
Challenge Set: #3
Challenge: #79, Lullaby
Rating: G
Word Count: (for writing only): 876
Pairings: (if any) none
Summary: Tritone doesn't like bedtime but Jazz has a solution to that.
Other Notes: For all those who have read Consonance, this is our little Tritone, the soon to be sparkling. We tried to tell you he was a he. lol This fic contains a few spoilers to Consonance, so if you don't wanna spoil the surprise, wait until we give the all clear and then go back to this one. Thanks again everyone!

Daddy's Lullaby
By DesertCat87

"But Daddy…. I took a nap already once today… can't I stay up like Rhap' and 'Beat? They don't gotta go to bed. Don't you wanna see more of me? I thought you loved me. Don't you want me to stay up so we can be together? If I go to bed then we can't play like you promised…"

"Tri, that aint workin' t'night. Y' got t' go t' bed."

"But Daddy," the small mech pleaded, clinging to his father's plating as if for dear life with optics so big and blue that Jazz almost thought he was puppy dog. "Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do. Which is why," Jazz plopped him down on his berth after prying his hands off his shoulders, "I'm gettin' y' t' bed. Y'r mom will shoot me dead if I letcha get away with sweet talkin'. Remember what happened th' last time?"

Tritone pouted on his berth and pulled up the covers over him. Oh sure, he remembered what happened the last time. Not only did Dad not sit right for a week, but he got grounded for "sweet talking" (as Mommy called it) Daddy into letting him play with wax. Turned out it was his brother's prank wax filled with bleach that was planned for Track's creation day. Jynx had to spend several days after that repainting her son and his room. Mommy didn't like that much at all.

Jazz tucked in the blanket around his son and leaned over to plant a kiss on his helm. "Sleep tight, kiddo. Don't let the bed metal mites bite."

Tritone shook his head and wiped off his kiss. "No."

"No what?"

"I'm not going to bed." he told his dad stubbornly, crossing his short arms over his chest in a pout. What was wrong with Daddy? He doesn't let him stay up and now he does this? Dads. "You forgot."

Jazz sat down at the edge of his berth, and unlocked Tritone's arms. The two little arms opened grudgingly, only to find themselves around Jazz again. "Forgot what, Tri?"

"You forgot to sing me to sleep, remember? You owe me a song, Daddy." he begged.

Oh. The song. Jazz picked Tritone up in his arms and sat on the berth so his back rested up against the wall with his son nestled in his arms. Tri had always been a more of a cuddle bug than his brothers; especially Offbeat who was only close to his mom for his early sparkling years. Rhapsody wasn't much of a cuddle-er either. He did once and a while, but not too much. Even at that age he insisted he was too mature for that. Or so he told everyone.

"Okay, okay." Jazz grinned as Tritone nuzzled his face against him tiredly. Tri always did that when he was ready for a little recharge. "What do y' want t' hear?"

He thought about it for a moment and then looked back up to the smiling face of his father's. "Sing me something from your home. I like those ones."

"But y' don't even know what they mean."

"But I like how they sound." Tri reasoned, grasping one of Jazz's fingers with his hand. "Sing it to me, Daddy?"

"Alright. But y' gotta promise y' try t' go t' sleep after that, okay? Or Mama will make Dad sleep on the couch again for giving y' that much goodies to begin with." The black and white poked Tritone's nose with his other hand. Tri giggled and shooed his fingers away. Dad would always give him extra goodies after dinner when Mama wasn't looking. He was a good Daddy like that.

"Y'promise?"

"Okay. Sing?"

Jazz nodded and drew in a breath. What flowed out was a rich, baritone voice that just floated on the air, filling Tritone's audios. He had always loved his father's voice, even when he wasn't singing. And although Tritone had no idea what the words were, as the song was all in Jazz's native tongue, a language he nor his brothers knew anything about, he didn't need to know the words to know the song was about him. It was his lullaby. His very own. And so, with Jazz's warm arms around him, and his gentle soulful voice to soothe him, Tritone quickly fell asleep without another care in the world.

Yet, Jazz continued to sing. He knew the old lullaby by heart, as he had heard it himself as a sparkling. He could still remember what it was like to be with his creator when he was that young, what it felt like to have that feeling of security. Funny how now the positions were reversed. And even now, he looked down at the small form nestled up against his chest, his life still didn't feel like it was truly his. It felt like a dream. How had he become this lucky? To have not only a mate but three sons all of whom he didn't know what he would do without. Jynx was his love. Offbeat, his laughter. Rhapsody, his mind.

And Tritone… his spark.

OOooOOooOO

Quick note: As I said in the Summary, this is a collab with the wonder Tirya56. For convenience sake we'll post them as one big big fic but each chapter/oneshot is . We'll make sure to put who's writing which one for ya at the title. Thanks again everyone and please leave some reviews! Next story coming up soon!

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