Second part of this thing where Prowl's a thief, though this occurs in the future where he's given birth and the sparkling is about the comparative size of a 4 year-old, I think, though I'm not sure about the little one's mental age too much.RPed with InMoNochrome.Warning for some PJ kissing.Also, blame any unrealism on Jazz's kind spark (or my impatience?).


Jazz bounced his happy sparkling in his arms, enjoying the little one's chirps and coos and giggles. Himself chuckling, the Polyhexian walked to the town's small park. Once making it there, he set his sparkling down, holding his sparkling's servo in his as they investigated the new area.

Prowl was heading back to his small apartment when a flash of black and white had caught his optic. Carefully creeping around until he caught up enough to see what had caught his optic he froze. There, several feet away was the carrying Polyhexian he'd threatened that day that felt so long ago, a small sparkling holding their servo. He'd felt guilty for aiming his gun at the carrying mech and had never felt so relieved before that he hadn't had to fire a shot at a mech. Both looked so happy together and the thought that he could have ended the tiny sparkling's life before it had even begun and even ended the carrier himself was...shocking!

Jazz laughed again as his little one tugged on his servo, dragging him over to a contraption on the playground to ask him what it was. "It's a swing set, see baby?" Jazz demonstrated by settling himself on it and swinging lightly. As his sparkling tried to climb onto one of the seats, Jazz picked him up, bringing him over to one of the seats made for sparklings. "Yah should use this one, okay? Ya could fall off the otha' one and get hurt." The Polyhexian fell silent for a moment, looking around, feeling feeling a prickling sensation in the back of his neck, as if he were being watched.

Prowl moved back behind cover when the other began to look around. Having memories of the time he'd had a gun held to his helm was surely not what the other would want to dampen his day out with his sparkling. He'd wondered about the sire when he'd first seen the other's belly, but still no sign of the little one's sire had him curious. He glanced back around one last time, smiling softly at the two before leaving them completely, not wishing to dampen their time together.

Jazz carefully pulled his sparkling into his arms, much to the little one's confusion. The Polyhexian looked around frantically, feeling something was wrong, but unsure of what. All he sensed was that someone was nearby that shouldn't be. When something possessed him to call out, he didn't resist the urge, "Wait, please!" Quietly, he shushed his sparkling, beginning to walk to the small building nearby.

His carrier had always said he could sense danger approaching. Though Jazz wasn't too sure about that, he could tell when something was different. Right now, he was getting the feeling that something good could happen if the circumstances proved to be right.

Prowl paused at the words, though not wishing to turn around. There was so much that could go wrong with this mech seeing him again.

Frowning slightly in worry, Jazz rounded the corner of the building, stopping when he saw the white and black sensory panels facing him. It took a moment, but he recognized the frame before him: the thief that had robbed him some vorns ago. "It's you," he whispered, not sure whether to shake in fear or thank the mech for not hurting him.

Prowl slowly glanced back at the other, optics narrowed, not understanding why this mech came looking for an unknown mech. Turning fully to face the other, sensory panels held in a tight V, he looked at the smaller mech. His shoulders were pulled back in an aggressive pose in hopes to scare the other off; it would be no good for the mech to try to get any closer, "Most wouldn't chase down their robber with a sparkling on hip."

Undeterred by the mech's posturing, Jazz answered after nuzzling his sparkling to calm him, "Ya didn't have ta stop moving, and Ah wasn't goin' to just leave ma baby alone." Glancing down, the Polyhexian briefly dug into his subspace with one servo, pulling out a small credit chip. He tossed it to the unknown Praxian. "For not taking it all, and for sparing me and mah assistant." Taking in a deep breath, Jazz turned and walked away. He felt a sharp desire to tell the mech his name, but he didn't think the other would care.

Prowl caught the credit chip and looked down at it. He didn't want anything from this mech, especially his charity. He growled before looking back up and moving to catch up with the other, and grabbing his shoulder a little rougher than intended but lightening his hold once the other was turned back to face him. The chip was held back out to the Polyhexian, "I can't-won't take it." His voice was calm, with a pleading undertone for the other not to argue when his optics met the sparkling's. He stared for an unknown period of time before just brushing a servodigit over the sparkling's cheek. Suddenly coming back to himself he pulled away before bowing his head slightly and turning back to walk away.

Jazz glanced down at his sparkling, whispering to him, "Why don't we see if we can't get dat mech ta see some sense?" He brought one of his best necklaces out of his subspace, trotting forward a bit to catch up to the Praxian. With a smirk, he reached up and slung the expensive piece of jewelry over the other's helm, saying, his accent calm, "At least accept a material gift."

Startled, Prowl removed the piece before turning back to the other, "Why do you insist on giving me something?" He lived in a rather small apartment that he, most of the time, struggled to pay rent for. The job he worked was fairly low end but it was the best he could get with no real education from growing up on the streets. "Listen, you need every last bit you can get for this. For yourself and your sparkling, you don't want to have to see your sparkling on the streets to get by." Looping the jewelry around the sparkling's neck, again Prowl stepped back this time with his servos up as he backed away, "You have no reason to thank me after what I did."

Frustrated, Jazz drooped, sighing as he stepped back. He didn't know why he wanted this mech to accept something from him so badly. He could afford to give the necklace away; he'd been intending on giving it as a surprise to a friend of his, anyway. "Ah know," he murmured, closing his optics, "but ya could've taken all mah credits, yet ya didn't. And ya didn't harm me or my assistant, but you could have." He shook his helm, optics watery as he opened them. He drew a card out of his subspace and handed it to the other. "Here, mah business card, in case you ever want ta contact me again." He turned, walking away from the Praxian with another sigh.

Prowl remained still with the business card now in hand. Cursing to himself he ran back after the Polyhexian, "...wait." He moved to a little faster to end up in front of the pair, "Listen, I only ever take what I need and no more. I'm sorry if I offended you." Bowing his helm in apology, Prowl continued to berate himself for turning back to continue talking to the smaller mech.

Huffing, Jazz watched the other. He wasn't offended, not really; he was hurt. Wait, was there a difference? "Do ya have some time right now?" he asked suddenly.

Prowl stopped, pulling back more to look at the Polyhexian's face. Seeing the sadness in the other's optics he found himself nodding slowly, "Yeah." He moved to walk beside the other, leading them back to the empty playground.

Jazz moved one step closer to the Praxian, taking comfort in the feel of the other's field. "Ah still don't know ya name. Mine's Jazz," he murmured as he walked to the swing set to push his sparkling on the set. His clawed yet dainty servos took great care not to harm his sparkling.

He was silent for a moment as he watched Jazz push the sparkling, "...Prowl." He sat on the swing next to the swinging sparkling, "Where's the sire?" He was curious though he was worried it may be too personal, "If you don't wish to answer, you don't have to."

Black servos trembled at the question yet continued to push the sparkling. "Dead," Jazz hoarsely whispered, "in a crash. I never even got to tell him…" The Polyhexian lowered his helm, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Prowl bowed his helm in apology, "I'm sorry." He continued to watch the other gently swing the sparkling, not knowing what else to say.

A small smile found itself directed to the Praxian. "It's okay; ya didn't mean to." Silence reigned for a moment. "So, do you have a place ta work?"

Prowl wouldn't meet Jazz's optics, "Yes, it's pretty low end..." He turned his helm to look at nothing in particular, "bots don't really hire off the streets."

"May Ah ask how low end you're talkin'?" asked Jazz softly. He understood why bots didn't hire mechs like Prowl, but getting to know good mechs like the Praxian made Jazz want to help them.

"Low end enough I can barely afford the apartment I own, let alone buy energon," He spoke, small traces of anger in his voice, though not directed at Jazz but his own situation.

Jazz didn't say a word for a few long moments. "Ah'm hiring at the shop, ya know… 'M sure we could arrange something 'round your current job," he offered shyly, ducking his helm to avoid looking at Prowl.

The Praxian paused at the offer; it would be a good thing if he could get another job. He also found it humorous and ironic, "You're offering the mech who robbed you a job." He looked up from his seated position at Jazz, he grinned shaking his helm at how crazy the whole thing was, "If you're serious, I accept."

Before Jazz could say anything, the sparkling popped up from his dozing with an innocent question, blinking wide green optics at the Praxian, "Ya robbed carrier? Why?"

Jazz put a palm to his face, shaking his helm.

Prowl paused, watching Jazz's actions before smiling softly at the curious sparkling, "I needed credits for energon. I had none of my own and your carrier's place was the closest place nearby I could get some." He looked back to Jazz, "I didn't expect a carrier to be present and my plans changed. It would've been wrong to just take everything when I only needed a small amount."

The little sparkling beamed at Prowl while Jazz blushed, smiling at Prowl. "Are ya going to make pretties with Carrier and me?" asked the sparkling, his carrier reaching down to pull of the necklace from around his neck.

He smiled at the sparkling, "Whatever your carrier wishes me to do, spriteling."

"Spriteling?" they asked in tandem with tilted helms.

Prowl laughed at the pairs expressions, "Yes, spriteling." He moved to pick up the sparkling, placing him on his hip, "Some sparklings are like little sprites." He tweaked a tiny helm fin on the sparkling's helm, "It's more common to call winged frames that but I think you're just as cute as a little sprite with these little fins."

Logic clicked for the sparkling as only sparklings could see, and the little mechlet preened as he exclaimed, "Then Carrier's cute too, right? 'Cause he has helm fins too!

Prowl grinned at the tiny sparkling, "Your carrier is very pretty and you take very much after him." He tweaked a helm fin again, smiling at Jazz, averting his optics quickly afterward.

Meanwhile, Jazz was very embarrassed at Prowl's words, but also touched. He wasn't often complimented so blatantly. He stepped forward, leaning up and pressing a small kiss to Prowl's cheek. The sparkling wrinkled his nose at the sight, pressing his little face into Prowl's neck.

Prowl stilled, flushing at Jazz's kiss while he pulled the sparkling closer to his neck. He stepped back slightly from Jazz, his sensory panels fluttering in embarrassment before uneasily looking back at Jazz's optics. Shyly he stepped back forward to press his lips chastely to Jazz's.

Smiling, Jazz kissed Prowl back tenderly, knowing he'd made the right choice in going after this mech. He hummed softly, closing his optics as their kiss continued. His servo came up to rest on Prowl's cheek, thumb brushing under the mech's optic carefully.

Prowl kissed him sweetly, keeping the sparkling's helm in his neck as to be away from their kiss. His servo came up to rest on Jazz's cheek, stroking it softly, while at the same time rubbing the sparkling's back. His doorwings hiked up higher as their kiss went on.

Jazz gave a soft whimper as he pulled back, optics hazy as he stared at Prowl. He gently brushed his forehelm against Prowl's. Noticing the other's doorwings, he reached his free servo to gently run across the edge of one.

He pulled away after a moment, realizing that the touch could be a bit too personal for the Praxian. "Ah, sorry," he murmured, staring into Prowl's amber optics.

Sensory panels fluttered at the touch, optics dimming before brightening and noting their location and that the sparkling was still in his arms. He pulled back slightly to hand the sparkling back off to Jazz, "...I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, please," nodded Jazz, smiling as he took his sleepy sparkling back in his arms. "I'll be at the shop with Orion here all day tomorrow. Feel free to stop by whenever you can, okay?"

Prowl grinned before nodding and stepping forward to peck the other on the cheek one last time before turning to leave.

Spark fluttering, Jazz followed after Prowl with a sly smile aimed in the Praxian's direction. With a sparkling as sleepy as Orion was currently, it was no use in staying at the park. Besides, he had to walk the direction Prowl was heading in in order to head home.