Jazz slowly trekked his way through the deserted hallways to make his way to the med bay to wait for the youngling he was planning on taking on as his own. The question the resided within his processor at that moment was how he was going to broach the topic to the young one, not only that but as well as figure out a new name for her. As Jazz made his way to the med bay he did not notice the shadowed figure following close behind him until the figure slightly tapped the mech on the shoulder unit. Jazz's servo grasped the arm of the mech that had tapped him and applied pressure to an exposed wire. The mech let out a screech of surprise while bending forward in hopes that doing so would lessen the pain coming from it.
"What the slag are you doing sneaken' up on a mech Sides?" Jazz said as he slowly let go of the exposed wire to glare at the mech.
"Frag Jazz. I wasn't trying to scare you. I just wanted to know what was wrong. I tried calling out your name a couple of times but you said nothing and I grew worried something happened." Sideswipe explained as he rubbed his arm wires in hopes to sooth them.
Jazz slowly let out a sigh as his shoulders sagged down. "I was thinking about how I was going to break the news to the youngling that I volunteered to be her new mech creator and guardian."
"Just tell her as it is. Explain to her that she doesn't have to be alone anymore and can be protected. If she is worried about bonding with a mech she doesn't know, I would say that give it a little while before you bond. Slag you don't even technically have to bond to care for her. Try to get to know each other; however, remember that if your sparks don't resonated with one another than it won't work." Sideswipe warned.
"Trust meh. I know. But when I saw her in the med bay there was something drawing meh to her. Calling me in a way." Jazz explained.
"So is that why you decided to jump the gun and take this femme on as your own?" Sideswipe questioned.
"Slag no. There was more to it. I have always wanted a family of my own Sides. My spark would pulse painfully at the beginning of the war when I realized I might never get the chance to experience this. Our species was dying and I knew I would never have the chance to experience this and then this youngling appears out of no where with no one to care for her and no true experience of this war and our culture. I knew that I had to take the chance and protect and care for the young one as my own." Jazz explained.
Sideswipe stared at Jazz with his shoulders slumped forward in despair. Sideswipe stepped forward and solemnly placed a servo on his friends shoulder pad.
"I hope," Sideswipe started "that everything works out for you and you get to have a chance at having a family. But please, as someone who is speaking from experience, don't force being a family on to her. To pressure her into feeling like she has to go along with this. If she is unknown to our culture as Prime makes it sound, then this might be something she might not understand or feel comfortable with. I know it is normal for us to adopt and raise younglings and sparklings that we may not know much about; however, that is not what is normal for her."
"Talking from experience?" Jazz questioned.
Sideswipe took his servo off of Jazz and glance away from his questioning optics. Sideswipe crossed his arms around his chest plates while sighing through his nasal plates.
"Yeah. It's not something Sunny and I want to talk about." Sideswipe responded.
"I get ya. Thanks for the advice Sides. I will catch ya later." Jazz spoke while moving to the side of Sideswipe to make his way to the med bay.
Sideswipe uncrossed his arms and angled his body to peer at Jazz's back while he hummed in the back of his throat cables. Sideswipes optics appeared to be dark and clouded as he narrowed his optics towards his friend.
"Catch you later Jazz. Good luck with everything." Sideswipe called out to his commanding officer.
Sideswipe slowly stalked through the halls as he recalled the conversation with Jazz. His optics narrowed in concentration as he tried to piece together the situation that was occurring right in front of his face plates. One hand this might be a beneficial thing for Jazz; however, on the other hand this could be one of the worst thing that could occur. For God's sake they don't even know who this femme was, let alone if she could be trusted. Prime may have done a patch with her, but that doesn't mean things could not have been erased from her processors. Who the slag doesn't even know about their own culture, let alone not been involved in the war? There was something about this femme that bothered him. From the moment that his and his brother's optics landed on her they could not get her out of their processors. Slag even their sparks seemed to want to get out of their chassis to go towards the femme. As if it was calling for the femme's spark.
Sideswipe suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway as his optics flashed a bright blue. He rose his servo to place it on his chassis where his spark was located underneath. He could feel his spark pounding against his chassis as it pulled itself to the direction of the med bay. He suddenly shot forward down the twisting hallways narrowly missing the human soldiers that were unlucky to be walking down the autobot hallway in that exact moment. It finally made since to him why they were so concerned over the unknown femme. He remembered before the fall of Cybertron, during the Golden Age mechs and femmes would have what was referred to as sparkmatches. Where two sparks would call out to one another to create a spark bond. When the war started bots started to care less about sparkmatches and more about staying online. Sideswipe picked up his speed as he turned to the last set of hallways that held the bots private corridors and sent out a command to open his and Sunny's door. The third door from the end of the corridor slid open with a beep awaiting Sideswipes arrival. Sideswipe came to a crashing halt when he got to the entrance of the room. Sunstreaker, who had snapped his helm up when he heard the door opening, peered at him as if he was insane.
"What the slag are you doing?" Sunstreaker demanded.
Sideswipe took a moment to gather his thoughts while peering around the room to avoid his brothers optics. The room was of moderate size and had stacks of paint and high grade everywhere. In the farthest corner of the room held Sideswipe's stacks of pranking material, ranging from paint remover to copious amounts of bubble wrap. Within the center of the room laid two medium sized berths that had been pushed together to create one single large berth. Sunstreaker sat on the edge of the berth peering at his brother waiting for an answer to his question.
"Alright slag for brains. What happened?" Sunstreaker questioned again.
Sideswipe's optics snapped to his brother as he stood up straighter before answering him.
"I think I might know why we can't get that femme out of our helms and why are sparks seem to be pulling towards her." Sideswipe rushed out.
Hey guys! Sorry about taking so long to write this. I am back in college and I have been overloaded with course works. I am going to try for one to two chapters a month; however, there might be times where I run a little late because of school. Also in the next chapter things get really interesting between what is happening with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe and what is happening between Jazz and Marie. Happy readings! -Spectra
