A/N: And now, the moment you have all been waiting for…(I hope). Italics are sung words.
Warnings: Might be a possible fluff overload. And also a non-sticky quick bonding scene (cos they don't want to wait, Prowl's being impatient for once).
Family is Forever – Chapter 5 – Harmony
'Darling, Ah've waited for you forever,
Ah almost have to pinch myself now we're together.
And babe, soon it's gonna be more than you and me.'
Jazz sang out, making up words as he went along, making up the tune. Prowl was half in recharge beside him, both curled up together on a blanket. That night, they had made love under the stars and bathed in moonlight. It had been naughty, given they were on top of the Ark, but also beautiful, given the circumstances.
'We're gonna have a sparklin' baby, we gonna have a sparklin' baby,
She's gonna hang on to ya chevron and toddle around my pedes.
We're gonna have a sparklin' baby, we gonna have a sparklin' baby,
And then you and me's gonna be three.'
Prowl chuckled sleepily, listening to the delightful invented song that poured out like liquid affection from Jazz's lips, warming his spark. The doorwinged mech snuggled closer, placing his hand over Jazz's spark above the chestplates. Jazz tucked his helm under his lover's chin, glowing with happiness. Ratchet said that their sparkling was going to come either today or within the next two days. The knowledge thrilled them both.
In the time since they had gotten together, drawn by Jazz's unexpected heat cycle, things had been mostly blissful. Oh they had their arguments, but the intimacy between them strengthened their love, and their interactions strengthened their friendship to make it blossom into more love. They had covered each other's secrets and fantasies, letting it all free into the other. Bonding together would make it complete.
Jazz let his voice go quieter as he sung again.
'When she grows up she's gonna be gorgeous,
But you'll chase all the mechs down just to be cautious,
Because she's our little baby girl, made by you and me…
Prowl chuckled again at the words, and the visored mech smirked as he sung the chorus of the little ditty.
'We're gonna have a sparklin' baby, we gonna have a sparklin' baby,
She's gonna hang on to ya chevron and toddle around my pedes.
We're gonna have a sparklin' baby, we gonna have a sparklin' baby,
And then you and me's gonna be three.'
The tactitian's optics onlined, looking into the sparkling azure visor. Jazz pecked a small, chaste kiss on his lips and sang the last line onto his lips.
'And then you and me's gonna be….three…'
"I love you," Prowl said softly.
"I love you too," replied Jazz. Simultaneously, they leaned back into another kiss, caressing their lips together in a simple, knowing touch.
And then, a hoarse yell rent the air.
If Prowl had been drowsy, he was wide awake now as Jazz arched back, visor turning white for a second in pain. Optics focussing, processor whirring, Prowl wrapped his arms around Jazz to keep from thrashing and asked, "Is it…?"
"Yeah…yeah, let's go 'n' get Ratch…ah!" Jazz keened, feeling something snap within his spark.
The saboteur was barely aware of Prowl scooping him up, too caught up on focussing on reassuring his sparkling, who was quite confused. She wanted to stay, but instinct, born in spark coding, told her to detach from her carrier, from the spark who had been nurturing her through this time since her conception. Jazz winced. His spark felt tense, hot and straining. The sensations were paradoxical. On one hand, he felt like it was condensing into itself, curling into a hard ball, while it also felt like the energy was reaching out, wanting to explode.
He whimpered and got a soft kiss to an audio horn and his future mate saying, "We're here Jazz, I'm just going to lay you down."
The visored mech could only nod, blinded by sensation. As if the sparkling had sensed her carrier was in pain, it was separating slower than it had attempted. Again, Jazz was caught between two sensations. Wonder at feeling her instinctual thoughts, and twinges of pain as it felt like ropes between the sparklet and his own spark were being cut off.
Jazz was barely aware of Ratchet instructing Wheeljack and First Aid, of Prowl stroking his helm, holding his hand, and whispering sweet nothings into his audials. All of his focus was on the bobbing little supernova of heat wanting to live, to online. Without any thought, Jazz opened his chestplates.
"Ah!" he cried again, feeling a large part of the tendrils connecting him and his sparklet dissipate.
"Oh, Jazz," Prowl whispered in wonder, gazing reverently at the brightly burning little spark straining out of his lover's chestplates. He felt Ratchet nudge him and give him the special sparkling forceps – which were designed to hold a sparklet for up to two hours if need be. Prowl took them, optics thanking Ratchet for knowing what his spark wanted, squeezed Jazz's hand comforting and nodded at the medic.
Gently, Ratchet used a laser scalpel to cut the last, thin tendril from the connection.
With a swift flick of his wrist, the Praxian mech held the sparklet in the forceps, quickly transferring it to the graceful protoform. The little chestplates closed, spark crystal accepting the newspark.
"That has got to be one of the fastest spark separations I've ever seen," said Ratchet, darting forward to scan the protoform to make sure the spark integrated. Knowing the sparkling's optics would open soon, Ratchet took the femme protoform and handed it to Prowl, knowing that the sight of the creators was the first thing that sparkling would need to see. With best wishes and congratulations, Ratchet and the others left the private room, letting Prowl and Jazz have this moment to ourselves.
"Where's our little femme?" Jazz asked weakly, sitting up slowly.
Prowl seemed to come out of his amazement, staring down at the little protoform in his arms and moving, zombie-like in astonishment, to Jazz's side and sitting on the berth, shoulder to shoulder. They held the little sparkling together as the little femme onlined.
From the first moment those little light blue optics opened, the TIC and SIC of the Autobots fell hopelessly in love with their creation. She squirmed a little, making a little clicking noise, prompting creator coding to come online and making Prowl and Jazz click back. Jazz cooed, and popped open a little bit of plating on his wrist, letting the feeding latch extend, little mesh nub suited for sparkling mouths. Prowl took the nub and held it to his daughter's lips, and she clicked and eagerly took the nub into her mouth and began to down diluted carrier energon.
"Oh, she's beautiful," mumbled Jazz, a contented smile on his face.
"That she…- look, her colours are coming in!" Prowl said excitedly.
The little femme seemed unconcerned as her grey protoform changed. Instead, the molecules shifted and changed to colours determined by spark coding. Both doorwinged and visored mechs watched, rapt, as their sparkling changed before their optics.
She turned out to be the brightest, cleanest white in existence, as beautiful as freshly fallen snow, with only the slightest dove grey patches on her sides and ankles to break up the field of white. From the sensory horns on her helm and the little winglets, she was a little bundle of adorable swathed in white.
Their sparks swelled with joy, and Prowl cupped his lover's cheek to draw him into a deep, promising kiss as their sparkling fed.
As they drew away, they were grinning madly, almost stupidly, with the feeling of elation.
"What do you want to name her?" Prowl asked, turning his attention to his sparkling (his sparkling!) running a gentle fingertip over her helm. Around the little nub, she clicked and cooed.
"Well…she's as white as snow…" thought the saboteur aloud, but to him it didn't seem right.
Prowl seemed to agree and he murmured, "It would seem too typical. No, nothing to do with colour or nature would suit her."
Jazz nodded, and he began humming. He didn't realise the tune until he got to the chorus, and his helm snapped up and he grinned at the chevroned mech. "Hey Prowler, how about this? Ebony and ivory…together in perfect harmony. Harmony…what do ya reckon?"
"Harmony…" Prowl said softly. Their sparkling was looking up at them, optics fixated on her creators. Leaning down to touch her little nose to his, Prowl whispered, "Are you Harmony?"
The little sparkling clicked happily and cooed up at her creator, little white hand coming up to bat gently at Prowl's nose. With a soft chuckle, Prowl took the hand and kissed it and leaned back again, Jazz resting on his shoulder. Kissing Jazz's forehelm, he murmured, "Harmony sounds perfect. Besides, if you want that big family in the future, she's going to help us keep the family in harmony with each other anyway."
Jazz laughed.
Harmony let out a little beep and a warble, letting the energon nub fall out of her mouth. Jazz coiled it back up, cuddling her closer to his chestplates. Hearing the beat of the spark that nurtured her, Harmony made another few beeps and clicks before her little optics shuttered close.
"Aw, she's a cutie already," Jazz cooed, handing his newsparked daughter to Prowl, who took her and tenderly placed her in the cot next to the berth. She made a little warble, and Prowl instinctually smoothed his hand over her back, rubbing her tanks. A little bubble of air escaped and she snuggled in to the blankets in the cot happily. With soft optics, Prowl leaned and laid a kiss on his femme's helm, tucking the blankets around her to keep her warm.
"She's a daddy's girl too!" Jazz cackled. The tactician merely rolled his optics. But a new type of anticipation filled them both.
Smiling tenderly at the mech he had wanted for so long, Jazz opened his chestplates again for the second time that night, seeing Prowl's optics widen and feast on the sight of that azure, pulsing spark. They had agreed on bonding as soon as their sparkling was recharging and out of the way. They could not, and would not wait any longer. They needed to bond.
"Beautiful," whispered the doorwinged mech, getting back on the berth and gathering Jazz into his lap, leaning forward to kiss the crystal housing of the spark, worshipping it with his lips and glossa, making Jazz shiver.
"Please babe, Ah need to feel ya in my spark!" Jazz whined, grabbing onto his lover's shoulders. Frag everything but Prowl (and Harmony) right now, he needed to bond, his spark screaming out for the other.
Prowl leaned back, his own chestplate opening and protective metal casing moving to the sides, revealing his own spark within the crystal. His was slightly different in colour, a light blue, but streaked with gold. Jazz gasped, leaning forward and doing the same as Prowl had done to him, caressing the spark crystal and kissing it, making the Praxian mech moan. Jazz threw caution to the wind, removing his spark crystal by letting the crystal parts slide to the side. Prowl did the same. Their hands came up, cupping each other's faces and looking deeply into each other's optics.
No more waiting.
They arched, their chests and sparks meeting.
Energy zapped through their bodies, and warmth filled them from helm to pede, making them feel so full, so wanted…so loved. They gasped as the spark energies mingled and then melded, the beats synchronising so that their sparks began to beat in the same tempo.
Mouths met in a ferocious, muffling kiss as they fought from crying out with bliss as their sparks leapt out of their chests, swirling and dancing together.
Becoming one.
There was no longer Prowl or Jazz.
It was the entity of ProwlandJazz.
Full connection…
Full synchronisation…
And at last, they were one.
A deluge of thoughts, emotions and memories flooded the link. Love was prominent, sharing their love, the longing, the want, the need. And then the memories of how they came to be, and they refreshed the moments just before of cradling Harmony in their arms, seeing her optics light up for the first time, seeing the being that they had created together awed them and humbled them, strengthened them.
'Prowler! I love you!' Jazz called through the bond, rejoicing when he felt Prowl within, every last bit of him, the good and the bad things he had went through.
'I love you until after infinity is through, Jazzy,' Prowl whispered back, unaware he was crying in joy. He was no longer lonely, no longer in fear of Jazz not knowing the all of him. It felt like a bright white light came and washed away anything unpleasant, and Jazz was there, filling the void he didn't know he had, making it all wonderful, making them both complete. He clutched Jazz closer, kissing him for all he was worth as the bond completed with an intense surge of energy, making them cry out. They were floating, slowly coming down from the bliss in each other's arms, regrettably closing their chests up once more. If it hadn't been impractical, Prowl and Jazz would like to stay like that forever, knowing and basking in the other's spark.
"You are perfect for me," Prowl whispered lovingly, kissing his bondmate on his lips, on his nose, cheeks, and sensory horns. Jazz snuggled in, pulsing love over their bond and delighting in the feel of tangibly sending his love. "Thank you, for the two precious gifts you gave me tonight," Prowl continued, pulling back to look into Jazz's visor.
Clicking up the seeing device to expose his damaged optics, Jazz replied, "Ah like how we are perfect for each other even though we are imperfect in ourselves…if that makes sense…and ya're welcome, sweetspark…Ah wouldn't have it any other way." He then yawned, which then made Prowl fuss over him, insisting he recharge while he looked after Harmony, regardless of the fact that they were both tired from bonding. With one last pulse of love to both bondmate and sparkling, Jazz fell into recharge, smile on his face.
Prowl smiled back. This moment was beautiful. With a beautiful little femmeling as his daughter and gorgeous saboteur as his bondmate, Prowl knew this moment was perfect and that he would remember this moment until he and Jazz joined the Well of Sparks.
A/N: I'd love reviews ;)
Also, two reminders: 1. I already have named the sparklings and figured them out (it's in chapter 12 of 'Heat') so while it's great you are volunteering names and suggestions for the sparklings, I've… uh…kinda already got it covered.
And 2. This is not the end of the story yet my friends! XD more to come, slowly but surely.