Semi-prequel to chapter 7 of this fic/Hopeful. This chapter occurs long before chapter 7 and this one has Prowl as a sparkling/youngling. For kkcliffy (on FF), who requested it a while ago. I thought for sure I'd posted this, considering I got this done some time ago, but I guess I didn't. :/ I also meant to post this yesterday but forgot.
I do take requests; though as you can see, they may take a while. Also, if I write three chapters/oneshots of any particular 'verse, I've decided to post it as a separate fic.
Rather contently, Prowl drooled on his pillow, uncaring that he would have dried oral fluid on his face. He was temporarily unaware of the significance of the day, but then his carrier was rubbing his tiny sensory panels and waking him.
"Wake up, my spriteling; don't you remember what today is?" murmured his carrier softly, gaining a muffled purr from him at the sound of her voice.
His optics shuttered several times as he attempted to wake up. One of his optics was squished between his cheek and the pillow, and he rolled over to unsquish it, only to let out a pathetic little cry as he got an opticful of sunlight for his efforts. When his carrier's servo blocked the mean brightness, he looked up at her with a tired but grateful smile.
She let out a soft chuckle, "Now, now Prowl, the sunlight is not that bad, is it?"
He nodded rapidly, sitting up so she could lower her servo. His tiny sensory panels fluttered rapidly as he remembered what the day was. "It's my creation day!" Prowl chirped, quickly hugging his carrier.
"That it is, little one!" Soon his carrier was tickling him terribly, and he was laughing his little spark out.
"Carrier, Carrier, stop!" he pleaded, squirming under her skilled touches. With another laugh, she stopped soon enough.
"We need to get you ready for today, sweetling," she said, much to his delight. Soon he clung to her, laughing as she picked up. "You're getting big; soon I won't be able to pick you up anymore.
The mechling pouted, clinging to his carrier stubbornly. As Prowl was carried into the washroom to get cleaned, his bright optics looked around curiously though he knew every inch of his rooms.
Since Prowl actually enjoyed washing, bath time and polishing his little frame didn't take very long.
Once he was presentable, he held his carrier's servo with his own as he proudly walked to the ballroom soon to be full of mechs and femmes attending in his honor. He couldn't wait to meet them all! When the first of the mecha walked into the room, the youngling hid behind his carrier shyly.
"It's okay," she whispered to him, stroking his little sensory panels softly, getting Prowl to step out from behind his carrier's leg.
They and Prowl's sire greeted the guests, not very long passing before the Polyhexian nobles arrived. There was a sparkling about Prowl's age in the small company, and the Praxian prince's young processors went into overdrive as he took in the other sparkling's appearance.
Typical Polyhexian frame, many upgrades available to it; plain black and white, though tasteful, coloring; stubby developing, yet sure to be elegant, helm finials; cheery white visor accompanied by a huge grin; tiny clawed servos, one clutching his carrier's; double jointed legs; and pedes that possessed multiple digits, which would evidently provide for astounding balance in the future but caused only trouble now. As such, the youngling was clutching rather tightly to his creators.
"Nobles of the House of Silence, Stunfire and Fireflash, with their adorable creation, Jazz."
Not liking being put on display, the mentioned mechling squeaked back at the announcer, who resisted a chuckle.
Prowl's sensory panels perked up and fluttered at the bold display, something he'd never do. The mechling turned back to look at him, however, and Prowl squeaked in response, immediately hiding behind his carrier's leg.
"Hi!" brightly greeted Jazz as he shakily bowed to the Praxian mechling, "Happy Creation Day, Lord Prowl!" He held out his servo, opening it to reveal a slightly crumpled blue box.
Prowl looked up to his Carrier, wondering whether or not he should take it.
"Go ahead," said his Carrier.
Tentatively Prowl stepped forward, his little sensory panels quivering, and took the gift from the Polyhexian. "Thank you," he quietly said as he inspected the box from all angles before carefully peeling back the wrapping paper. He gasped in surprise as he saw a tiny crystal growing in a water-filled container.
"I heard that Praxians like crystals, so I thought I'd give you a Polyhexian crystal! Ours grow underwater," chirped the Polyhexian.
"It's so pretty, thank you." Prowl flushed a bit as he smiled at the shorter mechling.
"No need to thank me," blushed the smaller as he scuffed one of his little pedes on the floor, "I was just doing what everybody else is."
"Alright, come now, Jazz, we need to let the others give their gifts too," Stunfire murmured to his mechling. Said mechling pouted but nodded and with a final glance at Prowl, waved goodbye as he trotted off with his creators.
"Can we meet him again, carrier?" begged the small Prowl as he peered up at his carrier pleadingly.
"Well," whispered the amused ruler of Praxus, "I don't see why not. We'll have to find out if Jazz's creators find that acceptable, though."
Prowl beamed a wide, happy smile, and went back to receiving his creation-day gifts with his carrier. "Thank you so much, carrier!"
