A/N: I'm glad you liked the first chapter! Here's the next, and Jazz is not too happy. Oh, and just another note, these chapter do not happen immediately after each other. There is a bit of space between them.

Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, the Prowl and Jazz pairing WOULD be canon.

Family is Forever – Chapter 2 – Purge

"Ok, now Bee, ya'll be entering by the west vent, as Seaspray will be able to be undetected down there. 'Raj, ya will need to grab those openin' codes ya got from last mission to make the tower rise up. And ya gotta do it between 0130 hours and 0145 hours, as that's the change-over. N' besides, the Con's are gonna be wantin' to recharge too much at about that time anyway, so it should be easy."

Jazz concluded the spec ops plan with his usual confident finality, Bumblebee and Mirage nodding to his plan.

They wanted to get some info on what Starscream was planning. Rumour had it he was planning another takeover bid, only instead of just Megatron, he also wanted to take out the Ark so that he would be free to rule. The only way of finding out the truth of these rumours was to break into the Nemesis and into Starscream's lab, where he always left some plan lying about.

"Can I bring those new smoke grenades Wheeljack's been working on?" asked Bumblebee excitedly.

Jazz chuckled, "Ya always want the new toys…but yeah, sure. We've needed to test them on a mission for a while-"

But the easy smirk on Jazz's faceplate abruptly disappeared, and his tanks rumbled ominously. The blue visor flashed, and a hand made its way to his mouth as he ran for the waste bin near the door and purged violently, stale energon regurgitating and splattering into the metal waste bin.

"Urk! Urgh…" Jazz groaned, head leaning his helm to the side of the bucket drowsily. He had been warned this might happen by Ratchet, but it didn't make it any less pleasant.

"Jazz, what can we get you?" Mirage asked softly, staying well back to give his commander privacy.

Bumblebee, however, moved forward and rubbed a hand on Jazz's back.

"Do you want us to get Ratchet?" the little scout asked, concerned.

Jazz spat out some remaining energon and shook his helm, saying, "Nah, Hatchet said not to worry. Just ride it out, take some of the additives to energon Ah have in my quarters. And…oh slag!" he managed to get out before another wave of nausea hit him and he hurled energon again, retching and making Bumblebee and Mirage wince at the sounds and the shuddering of his body.

"Would you like me to comm. Prowl?" the noble asked when the purge was over.

Jazz nodded, processor spinning.

In a few words, purging sucked.

Jazz could feel their sparklet beat against his own spark, crying out for better energy. Obviously, he needed to step up the amount of sparkling nutrients in his energon. Purging was a signal by his systems that the sparklet needed more sustenance in order for it to grow. And the only way of doing that was by adding more additives of nutrients.

He dry heaved a little, but then a cube of sparkling green energon came into his view.

Ah, that'd be the nutrient energon he needed.

He took it weakly and began to sip as a loving hand rested on his sensory horns and stroked lightly in a soothing fashion. Jazz smirked a little. He knew that touch and that wonderful scent of sweet energon, oils, and something unique.

Prowl.

"Hey babe," he muttered in between sips.

There was a slight chuckle, before his smooth tenor voice asked, "Do you want to go to our quarters and rest a little to let your systems adjust? Or would you like to just sit awhile here?"

Oh gee, what a tossup.

"Quarters," he said succinctly. He had really underestimated the drain on his systems like Ratchet had warned him about after the purge. He thought that the myths about purging while carrying and not being able to stand were just that – myths. Jazz didn't doubt them anymore. He felt limp and legless, allowing Prowl to pick him up and hold him in secure arms. He didn't care, really. Prowl was the only one he'd allow to pick him up like this. He curled into Prowl, and felt the sparklet within relaxing as if it sensed its creator. He smiled a little. If only he had bonded to Prowl and done things traditionally, then the other black and white would have felt it. But things as they were – well, they would have to wait until after the sparklet was separated.

Prowl carried him into their quarters, going through the warmly decorated living room and through to the berthroom, setting him down with all the gentleness he could possibly display.

Jazz looked up and patted the spot next to him.

Prowl smirked, "Only if you promise not to purge on me."

They both snickered at that one, and Prowl got on the berth and sat upright next to Jazz, reaching down to pet his lover's audial horns. The saboteur leaned into the touch, grateful for it. Licking his lips, he asked, "Sing for me?"

"Jazz, you know I'm not as good as you," Prowl protested softly.

"Please? The lil sparklet loves it," Jazz pleaded, flicking his visor up and doing his rendition of 'mechano pup optics.'

Prowl smiled and sighed, "You always get me with that."

"Ah know. And Ah'd like ya to sing that old Praxian lullaby ya sang last week," Jazz grinned, relishing in the small victory.

Prowl shook his helm in amusement, but gave in to his lover's wish, singing softly about stardust falling over sparkling optics to bring them dreams from faraway lands, not knowing that his sparkling was dancing with joy inside Jazz's chest.

A/N: So…who liked this one? I am so happy with the reviews, and I'm glad you liked what Prowl did in last chappie.