Authors note: I was wasting some time a couple of days ago and going through me old stories when I realised that some how I'd missed the end off when I was putting this up so I went back through my notes, found it and another half finished part so I figured that I might as well finish that and put them both up.

There was no warning

Chapter 3

Blinding light brought Jazz out of recharge with a start, for a moment memories of Uraya assaulted his processor but he forced himself to focus and soon realised that he was in his own berth and it was only the sun blazing through the open door. With an effort he hauled himself off the bunk and carefully picked his way across the room.

"Prowl." He called softly from the doorway.

"Well look who's up." Prowl exclaimed. "Give me an astro-second and I'll close the blinds. Be careful where you put your feet, Blue and I have had one of those cycles so far and there's stuff all over the floor. How do you feel?"

"Much better." Jazz answered. "I think I'm finally getting over that virus. Some of my scanners are still a bit fuzzy though."

The light levels dropped suddenly and Jazz was able to make out a bit more of the room. He knew that Prowl was hovering close by but he was determined to make it to a chair by himself.

"Jazz, Jazz look at this." Bluestreak chirped as soon as he found a seat and he had a feeling that the only reason the little mech had waited so long was because of Prowl. "We made you a get well soon picture. Prowl said that it would help."

All Jazz could make out was a vague blur and Bluestreaks optics. "I…" he faltered. In frustration he rubbed his optics then wished he hadn't as pain lanced through them.

Prowl came to his rescue, he took his lovers hand and guided it over the sheet. The glyphs were large and raised and the pattern below them was made up of different textures so that Jazz could make it out.

"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He grinned and he gathered Bluestreak up in his arms. "Thank you Blue."

"It was fun to make too. Prowl showed me how. We made a mess though, not loads of mess but you know how tidy Prowl likes the place and…"

"How many goodies has he had?" Jazz asked over the bond he and Prowl shared.

"I don't know." Prowl admitted. "He helped himself while I was in the office, I know that I shouldn't have left him alone but…"

"Enough." Jazz told his lover. "You've done fine while I've been ill. Do you remember the chaos you came back to the first time you left Blue and I alone? We even had to scrub the ceiling."

"Point taken." Prowl said aloud. "Why don't you take Blue out for a bit and I'll get things straight."

"Why don't you enjoy your first cycle off in an age and come with us? Cleaning up can wait." He looked down at the little mech in his arms. "What d'ya say Blue? Fancy a trip to the park?"

"Yippee." Cried Bluestreak. "Please come with us Prowl. Please. Please. Please."

"That was underhanded Jazz." Prowl observed. "But alright."

A few breems later the three of them left their home with Bluestreak swinging from the hands of his guardians.

"How are you doing?" Prowl asked when they reached the end of the block.

"I've had to off-line my optics." Jazz admitted. "But the fresh air seems to be clearing my scanners so I can manage. Just don't let me walk into anything."

The park wasn't far and they reached it without incident. When Bluestreak saw that there were others already there he nervously pulled himself closer to his guardians.

"It'll be okay Blue." Prowl said soothingly.

"Who's there?" Asked Jazz.

"Two red and blue younglings a few vorns older than Blue." Prowl answered.

"Hey, do you want to come and play with us?" The smaller of the two called to Bluestreak. "I could use some help, he always beats me when it's just us."

"But I don't know that game." Bluestreak answered huddling closer to Jazz.

The other one laughed good-humouredly. "Don't worry we'll show you."

Jazz bent down so that he was optic to optic with the little mech. "Prowl and I will be right here." He reassured him and with a quick hug Bluestreak bounced off to join his new playmates.

For a while the two older mechs stood in silence before Prowl lent a little closer to his bond-mate. "What's on your mind?" He asked with his voice pitched so that only Jazz could hear him not that the other three were paying them any attention.

"I'm never going to be able to just watch him am I?" Jazz answered sadly. "He's as much a part of my life as you are now but I don't even know what he looks like." Jazz shivered although the air was warm and Prowl placed a caring arm across his shoulders pulling him close.

"Would you let me try something?" He whispered and a moment later a picture appeared inside Jazz' processor. The three younglings were smiling and playing with a sphere, the tallest of the them would have come up to Jazz' waist and his clear blue optics shone with intelligence and kindness as he stood a little way from the other two waiting patiently for his turn, the second had obviously just thrown the sphere and was grinning encouragingly at the smallest who had caught it. The last looked tiny compared to the others, his grey frame coiled ready to throw again, his small face lit by the bright sunlight and a huge grin, there was no question that he was having the time of his life and completely comfortable with the others.

Taken back by the sudden image and by the emotions it stirred Jazz let Prowl support him. He shook slightly and felt Prowl tighten his hold. "I've got you." His lover said softly. "It's alright my Jazz."

"Thank you." He said. For the second time that cycle he was almost overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of his partner, covering his face with his hands he rocked gently in Prowls arms and took some time to go over every detail he could find.

"Are you ready for another?" Prowl asked and Jazz nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak.

In the second picture the younger of the two strangers had just slipped over and even though his face showed no pain the larger one was crouched by him protectively while Bluestreak was trying in vain to pull his friend back to his feet. Another followed it quickly and showed them stood together beaming at each other.

"Slower." Jazz gasped. He could find no way to stop himself shaking and all he could do was hold on to Prowl.

"Are you alright sir?" A young voice asked him from close by and the image of the younglings looking up at him with worried lights in their optics appeared in his processor as he raised his head.

"I'm just getting over the virus that's been going around is all. I'm fine."

"Magnus had that a few cycles ago, he didn't get out of his bunk for ages and he got tired out real easy for a while after that too." The young mech said understandingly.

"That'll be the one." Jazz said trying to pull himself back together.

"Does this mean that we have to go home?" Bluestreak asked.

"I think it might." Prowl answered and Jazz was sure that he could feel the disappointment that seemed to emanate from the sparkling.

"Sir why don't I take him back? You could stay here and watch these two while I'm gone and I'll make sure he's got everything that he needs before I come back out." The young mech suggested.

"Oh would you? Can he Prowl? Can he?" Bluestreak babbled excitedly.

Unable to resist Bluestreaks enthusiasm Jazz nodded and felt the youngling take his arm. "I'll see you later." He said to Bluestreak and Prowl.

"Take it easy." Prowl responded. "Love you."

"Love you too." Jazz sent back.

"Could you slow down a little?" he asked the youngling after a few moments.

"Are you still feeling ill?"

"I'll be fine. The problem is that my optics don't work very well."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"No way you could." Jazz decided that it would be best to change the subject before the awkward questions started. "What's your name?"

"Optimus and my brother's Magnus. Do you have anymore sparklings?"

"No. Bluestreak's enough."

"He sure has got a lot of energy to burn but he's great."

"Yeah he is." Jazz agreed.

A couple of breems later Jazz keyed in the code to his home and let them both in. "Looks like Bluestreak was having some fun before he left." Optimus observed.

"We'll sort it out later. Thanks for your help. If you could just see me to a chair I'd appreciate it."

"No problem." Optimus soon had him sat down and poured him a cup of energon.

"Thank you again but there's really no need to fuss." Jazz said slightly embarrassed that the younger mech was looking after him.

"It's no trouble." Optimus answered as he started picking up a few of the things that had been left lying around and after a short silence Optimus spoke again. "I'd better be going now or Magnus'll start worrying. I hope I see you again. Bye."

"Be seeing you Optimus." Jazz said and he heard the door open then close.

Once he was alone Jazz quickly realised just how quiet his home was without Bluestreak running around or Prowl to talk to. He clicked on the radio and accessed the file in his processor that contained the pictures that Prowl had given him. He was still looking at them when Prowl returned sometime later with an almost recharging Bluestreak in his arms.

"They finally wore him out." Prowl grinned, he set the little mech down to rest and turned back to his lover. "How are you feeling now?"

Jazz stood up and put his arms around him. "Show me?" he asked softly and almost instantly a picture of a small grey mech curled up and deep in recharge in a chair jumped into his processor. "Pretty lucky." He smiled.