A/N: Here's the next chapter. I hope you all like it. I do not in any way own Transformers.
Family is Forever – Chapter 3 – Blessing
Prowl stood in front of his leader's desk, and if not for his sense of decorum, he would have been laughing at the gobsmacked look on the Prime's faceplates. Thank Primus Jazz hadn't come with him. The saboteur would have been rolling on the floor and laughing uproariously by now.
"Prowl…are you sure?" Optimus asked when he found his voice.
Prowl inclined his helm. "I can think of no greater honour to be bestowed upon my daughter's protoform. Ratchet and Wheeljack had it finished last night. And Jazz's agrees," he concluded.
Optimus sputtered a little in his shock before he said, "I haven't performed such a ceremony in…well, quite some years! And you know the nature of these events sometimes Prowl. Sometimes it does not bless, but curse. How can you and Jazz be sure about this? It is a risk, surely."
Prowl was unyielding. "I calculate only a 9% chance of a curse bestowed upon my sparkling's protoform. This blessing is something we wish most fervently. We hope that protection is given."
Optimus looked at his officer, and couldn't help but admire the determination and conviction on the Praxian's faceplates. The fact that a sparkling would be in their midst soon and be raised in a middle of a war was not lost on Optimus, and he saw the need for such a blessing. But his worry made him cautious. If a curse was bestowed, then Prowl and Jazz's daughter would live a life of misery. It was why these types of blessings were so rarely sought out, because of the potential to spark a cursed life. But Prowl and Jazz so wished it…
"I will perform the blessing as is my duty as Prime if so requested. When would you like this to happen?" the Prime inquired, shouldering his concerns slightly to the side for now.
Prowl gave his leader a small smile in thanks, before answering, "Tonight."
That night, Prowl and Jazz arrived at the medbay first, taking off the cloth that hid the protoform of their sparkling. It was grey, as all protoforms were, until their colours came in. Jazz grinned at Prowl, who beamed back at him. They were excited and in awe of the precious little frame which they had designed.
They had found out the sparkling was going to be a femme two weeks ago, and had adjusted the design accordingly. She was a carbon copy of Jazz's frame, from the sensory horns right down to the pedes, a little visor tucked away in her forehelm to reveal the feminine looking faceplates which were so similar to Jazz's, only the set of her mouth was like Prowl's. The only other obvious physical characteristic of Prowl on her was the small sensory nubs that would – with maturity – grow into beautiful doorwings.
"Oh darlin', Ah almost can't believe she's gonna be here soon," Jazz whispered.
"Me either. I feel very privileged," Prowl replied, voice just as soft.
Jazz grinned at him again and gave his lover a soft kiss, just as Optimus Prime and Ratchet walked in. They separated, Prowl's faceplates heating slightly at being caught, but Optimus didn't seem to care.
"Prowl, Jazz. Before we begin this ritual, I must ask if you are certain," Optimus said gravely, optics searching both black and whites for any sign of hesitation.
"We are," they replied simultaneously, nodding their helms in affirmation.
Optimus nodded, and took a deep vent to clear his processor and opened his chestplates, taking the Matrix of Leadership out of his chest. His touch on the artefact calmed him, as if the ancient Prime's were assuring him that his actions would not end in tragedy. Channelling all of his responsibility that he felt as Prime, his deep voice asked, "Prowl of Praxus and Jazz of Polyhex. Primus has given you both a gift in the form of a new life. Do you undertake to uphold to cherish this life, care for all of its needs, and love it for the being it is?"
"We do."
"Please present your protoform before the Matrix," he rumbled softly. With small smiles at each other, the tactician and the saboteur picked up the femmeling protoform, holding it together and holding it just before Matrix, the centre of it glowing softly.
Optimus cleared his intakes. "You come before your Prime today to ask for a blessing. In doing this, you have your reasons and Primus sees all. Do you undertake to sustain whatever is given to your sparkling, whether it be a blessing or a curse? Do you vow to hold fast in your love, to protect what has been given to you, to prevail in the light of adversity, to persist in goodness, and to simply give?" he asked. He felt the power from the Matrix hum through him, knew what would happen next.
"We do," Prowl and Jazz said with absolute certainty.
And on those words, a brilliant white light shone from the Matrix, enveloping the small body in his officers arms. Everyone in the room held their breath. If the light turned gold, then it was a blessing. If it turned brown, then a curse had been given.
The white light continued to shine.
And then turned to a lovely soft gold.
Prowl and Jazz sighed in relief, Jazz leaning in to nuzzle his to-be mates neck in comfort.
Optimus retracted his mask and smiled brightly. "The blessing has been given, and I now conclude. It will be revealed in time. Congratulations."
Ratchet came forward, giving a quick scan to the sparkling and determined that there was nothing wrong. The Praxian mech nodded his thanks to Prime, optics conveying more than any words could say, while Jazz was practically bouncing on the spot with joy. The golden glow faded from the protoform, but the magic had captured them.
"We'll leave you alone," Optimus said knowingly, taking Ratchet with him as they exited that secluded room in the medbay. They didn't have to look back to know that Prowl and Jazz were kissing in relief, joy, and hope over the protoform of their sparkling.
A/N: So….what did you think of that? I was going to add in how Jazz got cravings and all that, but if you've seen the prequel to this, you'd know they have more than one sparkling, so I'll put other stuff on other sparklings – when Prowl and Jazz are carrying, I mean.