Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.
Summery: (G1 fic) Jazz always wanted to know what it's like to fly. His intended bond-mate was a flyer until . . . .
"blah" – Normal human speck
blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking
Italics - flashback
Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Yami-Yugi3
Chapter 2
"What's wrong?" asked Jazz as the two landed. "He was so happy a while ago."
"Jetstorm happened." Prowl said "He was flying from the Decepticon area."
"WHAT?" both Bluestreak and Jazz yelled. Prowl nodded.
"What was he doing there? Is he working with Megatron? Oh Primus! This is bad..." said Bluestreak.
"Bumblebee," Prowl said "We do need to see Optimus about this." He cried more. He was scared. Prowl hugs Bumblebee close to him again. "It's okay. He will know what to do."
"I can't believe this..." Jazz sighed. Prowl looked up at Jazz. "...I would have never thought..." sighed Jazz.
"...Me either..." sighed Prowl. "It's going to be okay, Bumblebee."
The little sparkling sniffled and hid against him. "Want Optimus!"
"Okay we can see Optimus." said Prowl.
"Want now! Want Opti!"
"Poor kid is really scared."
"You said it, Blue," said Jazz. Prowl started to head to Optimus' office still trying to calm Bumblebee. He continued to sob and call out Optimus's name.
"It's okay, we're going." Prowl said.
"Want Optie now!" he sobbed.
"Aww, it'll be okay, Bee," said Jazz.
They soon reached Optimus Prime's office. Bumblebee sniffled as he reached for the door. He could feel his adoptive creator's spark behind the door. "OPTI!" he sobbed.
Optimus, who heard Bumblebee, nearly rush to the door. "What happened?" he asked urgently as he took Bumblebee into his arms.
Prowl sighed. "We need to talk." he said.
"What happened to Bumblebee?" he asked very seriously. He tried to calm Bumblebee down.
"Can we talk in your office?" Prowl asked. Optimus didn't say anything but let them come in and shut his door. Bumblebee was slowly calming down in his arms.
"I took Bumblebee out see Iacon. He wanted to see it from the sky..." Prowl sighed "I saw Jetstorm flying towards us from a Decepticon area."
"What?" he asked in disbelief.
"It's true sir. He said he been talking to Megatron..."
"I can't believe this... This is very unfortunate. It's alright, Bumblebee."
"Jetstorm scared Bumblebee? How?" asked Bluestreak.
"Yeah. I know the mech's gotta problem with others, but Bee?" added Jazz.
"He called Bumblebee a little weakling. Saying Optimus should have left him."
"That slagger!" Jazz said.
"Language in front of the sparkling," Prowl and Optimus Prime said at the same time.
"Sorry..."
"This is not good," sighed Optimus. "I knew he was gathering forces, I didn't know it was Autobots as well. Prowl, I'll need you and Red Alert to investigate this."
"...O-Opti...I scared!"
"I know you are scared, but I promise nothing is going to hurt you."
"I'm worried too," sighed Prowl. "I knew my wingmate was an elitist and very hard to get along with, but I didn't know he would go this far. He gets into trouble all the time, I just didn't think it would be Decepticon trouble."
"M-Megitwon...d-decepitons bad...?" Bumblebee asked.
"Yes little one."
"Dey get me...hurt me...?" he asked as he hid against the Prime.
"No one will hurt you, I promise."
"I'll protect you too, Bumblebee," said Prowl as he smiled at the little yellow sparkling.
"Ya can count me in," said Jazz.
"But Jazz, yer not a fighter. You're a musician," said Blaster.
"I can help," smiled Bluestreak. "Ironhide says I'm getting very good in the target range." Prowl smiled a bit.
"Don't get excited. Prowl, you and Red Alert go investigate the neutral Iacon border. Prowl, I want you to keep a closer optic on Jetstorm. I'll need as much information as I can get before anyone leaps into action. I don't want unnecessary conflict."
"Yes Prime." Prowl said with a nod.
Jazz tensed a bit and sighed. "At ease, Jazz. I know you want to help, but for now we need to keep things peaceful. Your individual gifts are what's need right now. The people need security and reassurance. I believe you're best at that," he added with a smile.
"Yeah I know..."
Optimus only smiled as he stood with Bumblebee still tucked in his arm. "I think Bumblebee would like it too."
Bumblebee looked between the two of them curiously. Jazz smiled at him. "You want a private show, Bumblebee?" he asked as pulled out a guitar-like instrument.
"Ooo, moosic," the yellow mechlet smiled. "Yous can play, Jass?"
Jazz smiled. "Yep, what ya think Bee?"
"Play! Play!" he clapped happily. Jazz smiled again as he started to play. He started singing the lyrics to an old, but popular Cybertronian song. Prowl smiled happily as he listen. He tried not to cry since the song was one his own mother used to sing to him. Jazz had such a beautiful voice. Blaster and Bluestreak smiled as Bumblebee clapped along.
Jazz finished and put the instrument away. "Guess yer right, Prime. Everyone needs a little music to keep 'em goin'."
Bumblebee pouted and put a hand over his stomach plating. "I hungry..."
"Okay, let's get you some energon then." Optimus said with a smile.
Bumblebee smiled a bit. "We should all get goin' anyway," suggested Blaster.
"Yeah, catch ya later." Jazz said.
"I'll got talk with Red Alert," Prowl said.
"I need to go too," said Bluestreak. Optimus smiled at them as they left and went their separate ways. Bumblebee waved cutely at them.
"Alright, little one." Optimus left out of his office and walked to the Medical Bay.
Ratchet was there helping Wheeljack. "See, if you recalibrate the connections here, it should work."
"Sometimes it takes another pair of optics. A little extra expertise doesn't hurt either," the Chief Engineer smiled.
"Ratchet, Wheeljack." Optimus said as he entered with Bumblebee.
"Oh, hello. What's wrong?"
"Bee's hungry."
"Oh I see. Let me get his energon." Ratchet said.
"Hi Ratcet!" Bumblebee smiled. Ratchet smiled. Wheeljack smiled too and came over to him.
"Hey little Bee." Wheeljack said with a smile.
"Jackie," he smiled.
"Would you like Wheeljack to hold you?" Optimus asked.
"Yeah yeah," Bumblebee smiled extending his arms out to the CE. Wheeljack smiled happily at the little yellow mech. "Jackie!" he smiled as the CE took him into his arms.
"Hungry, Bumblebee?" Ratchet asked as he brought over a bottle of fine grade.
"Yes please." He reached out a hand and took the bottle. He happily sucked on it.
"So polite," smiled Wheeljack.
"How's he getting along with the others?" asked Ratchet.
"Just fine. Still a little shy and slow, but fine. He's already making friends."
"That's good." Ratchet said.
"Aw done," Bumblebee smiled handing the empty bottle back to Ratchet.
"What do you say, Bumblebee?"
"Tank you." Ratchet smiled at him.
"I'm glad we found him when we did. Poor little mech wouldn't have made it much longer."
"He's such a cute little mech too," smiled Wheeljack. "Why would anyone want to hurt such an innocent sparkling?"
"I only wish I could have been there sooner. I might have been able to save his mother."
"...Mommy..." Bumblebee sighed, cuddling into Wheeljack more.
Wheeljack only smiled and rubbed his helm. "You'll never be alone again, Bumblebee. You'll always have us to take care of you." Bumblebee nodded, cuddling against the CE and slowly closing his optics.
"Looks like I should take him for his nap." Bumblebee pouted a moment as he was passed to his adoptive creator. He settled much more comfortably against Optimus, happy to be so near to the spark he now claimed as his. Optimus smiled at the little yellow bundle. If only Elita could see him, she would gladly accept him as her own. He left Medical and headed to his quarters.
Once in his quarters, he walked over to Bumblebee's crib. He was surprised to find a shadow looming over him. "And who's the little sparkling, Orion?"
"Elita, when did you get back?" Optimus said as he turned to see his mate.
"Just a few breems ago. Answer my question, Orion Pax," she said more seriously.
"This is Bumblebee. I rescued him."
"He was one of the casualties I heard about?"
Optimus nodded solemnly. "We found his mother killed. I'm not sure about his father, but there were many that died defending the outer cities. There was no way to get him to a care center."
"It wouldn't have done much good," she said almost quietly. "Most of the care centers are being destroyed."
"...All those sparklings and younglings..." He clenched a fist angrily. Elita came over and took the fist in her hands.
"It's 're both doing what we can. I fear it's time for us to come to arms. It's time to really get out there and battle, Optimus. We can't pretend to have peace any longer. This... This is..."
"...War... I don't like it...but we can't continue to let innocent people die."
"He's so precious," she smiled, watching Bumblebee sleep in Optimus's arms.
"You're not jealous that we don't have one of our own?"
"No. Bumblebee shall be ours. He'll be needing a mother." Optimus smiled at her. She smiled back and rubbed Bumblebee's helm. "So innocent," she said happily. Optimus turned and put Bumblebee into the crib. He covered him with a blanket and made sure he was comfortable.
"I missed you," Optimus said as he came over and hugged Elita One.
"I missed you too, Orion," she said, nuzzling against him. Bumblebee slept peacefully as the two leaders made up for lost time.
As the days went on, Prowl kept an eye on Jetstorm, but also was getting very close to Jazz. The two were standing outside watching the sky above them. "Jazz?" Prowl started.
"Yeah Prowler?"
"Do you still want me to take you?"
Jazz was at first confused on what the flyer was talking about until he remembered the promise. "Ya sure you can carry me?" he asked with a smile.
"It won't hurt to try." Jazz nervously came over to Prowl and hugged him tightly. "I trust ya. If I get too heavy, let me down." Prowl smiled and hug him back. "Ready when you are, Prowler," Jazz said, not letting go. Prowl smiled before he took off into the air. Jazz closed his optics tight.
"You can open your optics, Jazz."
Jazz slowly did so. "...Wow...!"
Prowl smiled. "Just like you've been dreaming?" he asked.
"...Yeah..." Jazz smiled, loosening his grip. He relaxed, letting Prowl support him. He blushed a bit, feeling his strong arms around him.
"I'm glad." Prowl said.
"Cybertron looks so beautiful from up here," Jazz smiled.
"It does," Prowl said "But it's not as beautiful as what I see."
"What do you mean?" Jazz asked.
Prowl just blushed a bit. "...Nothing..."
"It's just so peaceful up here. To be in the sky, feeling the wind. To see everyone below, like yer watchin' over 'em..."
"I'm sure there are good things about being a ground type." Prowl said.
"Yeah... Both types have their good points." He looked up and smiled at Prowl. Prowl smiled back at him. Jazz blushed and leaned in a bit. He noticed Prowl wasn't getting the hint so he shyly leaned in a bit more. Prowl blushed as he stared at Jazz. He slowly leaned in to meet Jazz. Their lips met and they shared their first kiss. They smiled at each other as they pulled away. "I…I love-…"
"Jetstorm," Prowl said as he noticed the flyer going past them. "…He's headed towards the Decepticon's again… I have to follow him."
"But… Be careful…"
"Alright, Jazz. You can come along. I could use an additional witness. I'm going to take you down. Follow me on the ground. Stay close, but stay hidden. I don't want you to get hurt. He's my responsibility." Jazz hugged him.
"I know…but you don't have to do this alone. Yer my friend…maybe even more than that." Prowl smiled and carefully landed outside the Decepticon border of the city.
"Alright, I'll follow Jetstorm in the sky. You follow me down here." He put his arm around him. "Jazz, I…I love you too… Please be careful. I want you to go back if you're in danger. Please…go back if it gets too dangerous."
"A-Alright…"
"Promise me…"
"I promise, Prowler." Prowl smiled and transformed, taking to the air. The both of them followed Jetstorm to a Decepticon base. Prowl met up with him. "Prowl? So...you finally decided to join up huh? I knew you would. You're an excellent flyer. You'll understand," smiled Jetstorm.
"Yeah... I was wrong before. Maybe this Megatron can end the war."
Jetstorm smiled. "I'm sure your precious, weak little ground pounder will get a kick out of this if he knew."
"That's why I'm not going to tell him, forget him." Jetstorm smiled again. Jazz didn't know what to think, so he continued to follow them inside.
"I'm still happy that you finally changed your spark Prowl." Jetstorm said.
"Yes, me too."
Megatron entered the meeting hall. "Welcome future Decepticons," he smiled. Prowl was a bit unsure but he got to keep his act up. Jazz was listening outside the room. "You're all here because you realize that a war has come to our planet. I know you all are strong warriors." Starscream watched as Megatron walked around the crowd. He had a smirk on his face. He loved this speech that Megatron gives. "Fellow Cybertronians, I bring the promise of a new rule. A rule with strength and peace. Rise with me to this new promise. Starscream," he said, addressing the seeker. Starscream came forward. "I appoint you my second in command. Your strength and previous military knowledge can serve my cause well. Your seeker ability makes for a good spy as well."
"Thank you Lord Megatron," he said bowing. Megatron smiled before turning to the rest of the group.
"Fellow Cybertronians, today marks the beginning of a new era. With our combined power we shall rule Cybertron and bring peace to our world! Rise Decepticons!" Everyone cheer, raising their fits in the air.
There was cheering and hollering as many pledged their loyalty to Megatron. "All Hail Megatron!" smiled Jetstorm.
"Yeah! Hail Megatron!" Prowl shouted, still keeping his act up.
"You are all dismissed. Wait for further instructions." Everyone filed out.
Prowl followed Jetstorm out. The two started talking as Jazz came up to them. "Prowler! I...I can't believe this..."
"You brought the ground pounder here?" Jetstorm shouted at Prowl "You are a traitor!"
"There were many ground types just in the meeting. Megatron welcomes them into his leadership. Megatron is part ground type too."
"So...! I thought you changed your ways! I thought you hated ground types!"
"I... I do," Prowl smirked. "He followed me here of his own will. I thought I told you go to back." Jazz blinked in shock but notice the subtle wink Prowl gave him.
"You...You traitor! I thought you were my friend!" Jazz pouted, stomping out.
"Stupid ground pounder." Jetstorm smirked.
"Yeah," said Prowl. The two walked out of the building and along the ground. "So...should we go back to Autobot headquarters?" he asked, trying to sound curious and not sincere.
"Why should we? We are Decepticons now. I'm sure that ground pounder will tell Optimus about this."
"Right, isn't that why we should go back? You know...to stop him?" he said, trying to coax Jetstorm to go back.
"I like your thinking," smirked Jetstorm. "Let's go after him and stop that slagger from telling."
"Right." Prowl said. The two followed after Jazz.
Jetstorm laughed and transformed. He dive bombed Jazz and picked him up into the air. He threw him into the ground and transformed, beating him up. "You won't be telling Optimus will you!" Prowl watched but he tried to hold back on rushing in to save Jazz. He kicked Jazz rather hard. He smirked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry Prowl. I'm having all the fun. You have a go at this traitor."
Prowl gulp a bit. "Sh-...Shouldn't we take him back to Megatron? He can deal with him," he replied as he nervously came over to Jazz. Jazz looked at him pleadingly with his optics.
"Or we just leave him here and let this be a reminder to the others not to mess with the Decepticons."
"Yeah. Leave him here for the Decepticons to take care of him."
"C'mon, Prowl, let's go."
"I'll be back for you, Jazz, I promise." Prowl then turn to follow Jetstorm.
"C'mon, I know a good place we can room up."
"Okay..." Prowl started. The two walked towards an apartment building.
"This place looks good. There's a lot of fellow Decepticon's rooming here," smiled Jetstorm. Prowl started to think of ways of trying to find a way to get away to go back to Jazz.
He quickly came up with one. "Hey, how about you get as room okay? I'm going to go back to Iacon. I want to gather a few personal things. I can get some of yours too."
"...Well...alright... Try and spy on them while you're there."
"Yes, I'll gather valuable information while getting my things." With that Prowl headed back. He practically rushed down the streets to find Jazz. He sighed in relief as he found Jazz huddled in an alley. "Jazz..." he raced over to him "You okay?"
"...M-maybe... I...I'm sorry... I...should have stayed hidden..."
"It's okay now. Hopefully Jetstorm bought it." Prowl said "Can you stand?"
"...Y-Yeah..." He weakly tried to stand but was too weak to do so.
Prowl reach down and gently help Jazz to his feet."Hold onto me. Let's get back to base so Ratchet and patch you up."
"Yeah... Wh-what about Jetstorm...?"
"It's seems he's a full 'Con now." Prowl said with a sigh.
"...W-What does he think...about...you...?"
"Right now he thinks I'm with them."
"H-He'll...figure it out...when...you don't...come back..."
"Yeah...I know." Prowl said with a sigh.
Jazz just smiled. "I'm...glad...you...you're not...going to be...a Con..."
"Same." Prowl said as he smiled as he lean down and kiss him. Jazz happily kissed him back. "Okay, come on." Prowl said. Jazz leaned against him, not being able to hold his own weight. "Hang on Jazz. I'm going to try flying you home. Hold on if you can." Jazz weakly wrapped his arms around him. Prowl made sure to get a tight, secure grip on him without hurting. "Okay, Jazz, hold on." He took to the air, spreading his wings.
It took Prowl a bit until he got back to base. "We're here Jazz. Just hang on until we get to Ratchet's med bay."
"...Y-Yeah..." Prowl gently kiss him again.
Jazz weakly smiled, but couldn't kiss back. Optimus and Ratchet rushed to Prowl. "Where have you been?" Ratchet demanded.
"We were growing worried about you two."
"I'll explain later. Jazz need some help, Ratchet." Prowl said.
"Get him in Medbay," he said as he led them down the hall. Prowl nodded as he followed him.
"I have a bad feeling Megatron and the Decepticons have something to do with this."
"...And Jetstorm..." Prowl said with a sigh.
"Get him on a berth," Ratchet said as they walked into Medical Bay.
Optimus sighed. "Then it's as Elita told me..." Prowl gently placed Jazz on a berth, he coughed. "Prowl, report," said Optimus. Prowl sighed, looking over at Jazz worriedly.
Ratchet put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be okay. I'll take care of him."
"Please Prowl, I need to know." Prowl sighed before he slowly told his Prime what had happened. Ratchet carefully worked on Jazz as he retold the last few joors. "And that's what happened."
"This is unfortunate..." Optimus sighed. "I'll have to issue a call to arms. I won't let Megatron hurt innocent people and destroy our freedom."
"I will be here to help." Prowl said.
Optimus nodded. "I'll let you have time with Jazz. I'll keep you informed."
"Thank you Prime." Prowl said.
"I should get back to Bumblebee." Prowl smiled as Optimus Prime left. He turned to Jazz. Ratchet was working on his minor injuries, having fixed the major.
"How you feeling?" Prowl asked gently.
"...A-alright...I guess..."
"I'm almost done, Jazz. Try and rest." Prowl sat next to Jazz. He smiled weakly as Ratchet finished patching him up. "Okay Jazz, I suggest you get some rest. Prowl, you can stay if you wish."
Prowl nodded as Ratchet cleaned up and retreated into his office. Prowl took a newly repaired arm and rubbed it. "I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay, Prowler. We learned valuable information."
"But at your expense."
"I know," he smiled weakly. "I'm sorry..."
"No, it's my fault... I shouldn't have had you come along. I should have told you my plan from the beginning."
"I forgive you..."
Prowl smiled. "Get some sleep, Jazz. I'll be here." Jazz smiled weakly at him before slowly going into recharge. Prowl smiled and watched him.