Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and I do not gain any money from writing this.

Warnings: uh. . . fluff?

A/N: Thanks to all the people that reviewed! I've started working again, so I won't be able to update as much as I would like to. Again, thanks for your support! Any mistakes, please tell me so I can fix them.

"talking"

:: talking telepathically ::

Vacation

Jazz was having the time of his life. Optimus and Prowl had decided to grant him his vacation time now that the Decepticons were licking their wounds. Sure, he only had two human weeks off, unless there was an emergency, but he was going to enjoy them as much as he could.

His leave had been granted a few days before Bumblebee returned from his road trip and Jazz had bolted out of the ship as soon as Teletran 1 had visual confirmation of the VW's arrival. He'd gotten a lift from Skyfire and had reached the beautiful Caribbean sooner than any human aircraft. Best of all, he'd been permitted to shut down Red Alert's tracking device as long as he responded to all incoming calls. Not that the saboteur cared much about that, since he'd learned how to mess with the chip a long time ago.

Right now he was enjoying the sight of the sea. It was times like this that he understood Hound's and Seaspray's fascination with Earth's resources. Cybertron never had sights like this. Unfortunately, he still found humans and their culture more fascinating and, if it wasn't because he'd been called here, he would've returned to that party he'd been earlier.

He heard footsteps and turned around quickly. He'd been expecting one set of footsteps, but his audios got much more than that. Was it a trap?

The familiar silhouette of his lover stilled him. The Porsche's sensors were telling him his lover had not come alone, but Soundwave's relaxed approach confused him.

Soon, the Decepticon Officer was sitting beside his Bot and, without a word, gathered the Porsche in his arms.

"Number of threats in the area: None." – Soundwave told him, but Jazz couldn't relax at, what he knew, was his lover's attempt at comforting.

"Ya're not alone, luv." – He replied and the arms around him tightened.

"Threats: None. Subjects: Loyal." – Was the monotoned reply and Jazz tensed again. He only knew of one small group of Cons that could ever be considered loyal to his lover. His own creations. His Cassettes. Slag! Last time he'd seen one it had gone back hopping on three legs. . . Why would Soundwave bring them?

The Con didn't let him ask what was on his CPU. In fact, Jazz knew the cassette player was blatantly ignoring the easy to read query from his processor. Instead, his lover took off his facemask and placed a kiss on the Porsche's lips, silencing the saboteur with a carefully directed spike on his magnetic field.

"Rumble. Frenzy. Buzzsaw. Laserbeak. Ravage. Approach." He commanded while Jazz recovered from the Con's tactics.

"Oh, gross. . . We really didn't need to see that, Boss!"

"Ugh, I finally understand the human term 'making out'. I feel dirty just by watching."

A wave of apprehension filled Jazz's CPU for a klik. Never had they expressed their affection openly. That they were doing it in front of his lover's children made it even harder to process. Their words clearly a reproach to what they'd just witnessed. A reproach to what he was and what he represented.

"Rumble. Frenzy. Behave." – The monotone in his lover's voice sounded harsher to Jazz's audios; and in it's lack of emotions a threat was carried. Jazz had never heard that before, but his sensors seemed to like it. . . a lot. Unlike him, the Cassettes seemed to shrink on themselves as if in pain.

"Sorry, Boss."

"We didn't mean it like that, Boss."

:: Fools. That is not the way this meeting is supposed to go. ::

:: Great way to announce ourselves to our Boss' partner. Don't you think so, sis::

:: He's an Autobot. He'll get over it. ::

The three voices brushing on his processor caught the Porsche off guard. Soundwave's almost voiceless chuckle made him tingle. He'd suspected it, but to have it verified was another matter.

"Telepathic?"

"Fully." – Was the reply he received. Jazz used that moment to raise the volume of his radio a little bit more than usual. One telepath he could deal with, but four of them together brought his defensive programming online.

"Hey! Not that I'm not glad t' see ya an' all, but I gotta wonder why ya brought everyone here." – The Special Ops. Officer began, getting out of Soundwave's hold and looking directly into his red visor. Around them, the Cassetticons made themselves comfortable around their creator.

:: It is our duty to meet our creator's partner. This meeting has been delayed for too

long. :: - Ravage answered him instead and tried not to laugh at the Autobot's confusion.

"Partner?"

"He doesn't know, Boss?"

:: How could he not know::

"Heh, figures… Autobots are as slow as they seem."

"Enough." – Soundwave said, cutting off his creation's words. He could read Jazz's rising apprehension and fear at their words. He had to admit to having felt the same way as he made his way here, but he dismissed it from his processor. It wasn't the Decepticon way to feel such weak emotions. His Cassettes could either accept, tolerate or bear in silence. He did not care and neither should his Bot.

Soundwave figured he owed his creations this meeting. His second lapse of control almost cost him the life of his first creation and his own existence. When Ravage had asked him to meet the piece of slag responsible for his mind controlling everyone into a battle frenzy, Soundwave couldn't deny him. Apparently his creations wanted to explain Jazz the kind of relationship he was into. Soundwave didn't care though. Partnerships were a Decepticon creation. Jazz, with his Autobot reverence to binding, would never truly understand the concept.

"So ya say this whol' partnership thin' is better than bondin'?" – Came the unconvinced voice of his partner.

Soundwave's light chuckle made everyone stare. Jazz's frown eased up while his Cassettes tensed up. The reaction made his amusement increase and he reached forward and captured the saboteur's lips again. Sending the Cassettes into another round of complaints. The blue mech ignored them. He could feel they were joking but, knowing his Bot could not, made him send a tendril of reassurance to him. The volume of the saboteur's music increased, but he could feel the mech relax into his mental caress.

Once their lips parted, Soundwave graced the saboteur with a small smile. Jazz's blinding one in response was all he needed to see to know the Autobot was trying to understand everything.

"You are my partner, Jazz. You might not like it. You might not understand it and I cannot promise to treat you as such ninety six point zero one percent of the time. I don't repeat myself. Don't make me do it again." – The Communication's Officer told him and he could see how Jazz's shivered under his voice's tone. It never ceased to thrill him how receptive his Bot was towards his voice.

"I can live with that, partner o' mine." – The black and white mech replied, snuggling into the Decepticon officer, and looking at the Cassettes.

The small Cons, in question, had decided to stop watching their creator with the Autobot. Soundwave was too soft around the slag with tires. It was too creepy for them. And now they were having a game of 'Let's annoy Ravage until he wants to kill us'. So far Buzzsaw seemed to be winning.

"So these are our kids, eh?" – Jazz began, smile on his face. – "I ain't payin' child support though. They want t' kill me."

Soundwave's light chuckle was all the reply he needed. Looking at the five children of his lover… his partner… he wondered not for the first time if there would ever be a time when he could enjoy this without fear of being discovered.

He shook the depressing thought away. He was on vacation on a beautiful Caribbean island. His lover's children apparently accepted him enough to not cause trouble. And if he could get them to stay with him the rest of the time he had free, it would truly be a vacation to remember. It seemed like he skipped the Honeymoon and went directly to family vacation… and he couldn't care less.