When Prowl onlined, he was met with a very surprising sight.
His eldest brother was offline by his birth. Head in his servo, vents snoring slightly.
Feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time, he sat up and leaned back against the wall. The movement waking his older brother.
There was a moment that passed between them, that neither could explain, but it brought them closer certainly.
The moment was shattered when Smokescreen shot foreword.
Prowl flinched and prepared for a punch to the faceplate, and he was drawn closer with a yank. The younger mech was shocked when he felt Smokescreen's servos wrap around his shoulders and held him close.
"Don't you ever do anything like that again," the eldest Praxian's voice was wet and weak, "Please, I don't think my spark could handle it."
Prowl sat in shock for a moment, he recovered and wrapped his own servos around his crying brother. They stayed there for a long moment, before they both pulled away.
"I am sorry Brother, I never meant to hurt you."
"I know little brother, I know," Their voices were barely a whisper. Their head touched and then pulled away with a sigh.
"So, Jazz saved you?"
"Yes, I don't really know how, but he did."
Smokescreen was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded.
"Then I give my approval for you to bond with him," He said with an official air.
Prowl snorted, "Like I needed your approval," he said with a laugh.
Smokescreen stood up and laughed with his little brother, "Rebellious as always."
Blustreak had been just about to round the corner when he saw his brothers hugging and crying. Happy to see them finally getting along, he remained behind the corner and hidden from view, listening to what was going on in the other room.
He saw them pull away and begin to talk amicably and happiness swelled in his spark.
Bluestreak never imagined that he would be alive long enough to see a happy exchange between his brothers.
Deciding now was the time to enter, he called out to his eldest brother.
"Come on Smokey, we should let Prowl get some more rest," the youngest said.
His older brothers smiled at him and nodded. Smokescreen saying goodbye and walking out with the youngest.
Prowl felt exhaustion tugging at his optics and he was soon in recharge.
The next time he awoke was to Ratchet and Jazz standing over him, talking quietly. They noticed that he was awake and turned to him.
"Look who finally up," Ratchet said with a small smile,he glanced back at the machines, "Well, you can go back to your own room in the next orn." He said this and left the couple together.
There was a moment of silence, where Jazz sat down and took his lover's servo in his.
"I'm so happy to see those blue optics again," he said in almost a whisper.
"I'm sorry I worried you, Jazz, I never meant for any of this to happen," Prowl said just as quietly.
Jazz reached and brought his free servo to hold Prowl's cheek plate. He ran a thumb across the metal and reveled in the feeling of warmth that came from an active spark.
"Did you mean what you said," Prowl voice awoke the other from his thoughts.
"What?"
"About bonding, did you mean it?" His voice was quiet, almost if he regretted asking.
Jazz leaned foreword and kissed the other on the lips, softly at first, but it quickly turned needy and desperate. They pulled away with a gasp and Jazz smiled down at his lover.
"Of course, as soon as we get you out a this place," he said and made a scoot over motion.
Prowl obliged and they curled up together on the single birth, forced to huddle close so neither would fall off.
"Prowl, I love you, so much."
"I love you too, my mate."
This is has been an amazing journey and thank you to all who supported it!