A/N: Sorry for the slow updates, but real life is really interfering with this story. At least Turning Point is in a better position. You all know I do not own Transformers.
Warning, a little bit more T rated here for implications of TF lovin'.
Family is forever – Chapter 17 – Mud
Jazz sauntered out of his bondmate's office, grinning like that cat that ate the canary.
It was such a good thing that officers had offices that were mostly soundproof. It was a good thing especially when Hound was looking after their sparkling today, leaving the saboteur some key time to…relax…his handsome tactician and spend some time together.
Although next time, Jazz was considering bringing a gag, just in case his lover got a little too loud.
Swinging by the rec-room to grab some energon, he checked his chronometer and found that it was almost time for Hound to bring Harmony back in from their excursion to the nearest natural park. The white sparkling had been so excited that she had found it hard to recharge in the past night and had taken to researching all about the park with one or both of her creators. Jazz thought Harmony's thirst for knowledge definitely rivalled Prowl's.
Like sparker, like creation, he supposed.
Whistling cheerfully, sending pulses of it through both bonds, the visored mech strolled leisurely towards the entrance of the Ark, and in a series of smooth leaps, got up on the roof to better see the tracker and his sparkling approach.
After a few minutes, his keen optics caught sight of two figures, one small, one large, coming closer. As the shapes came into sharper focus, Jazz frowned. Harmony was white. The sparkling with the mech was brown, with a few splotches of white. On a closer look, Jazz finally realised what he was seeing and he burst out into gleeful laughter.
It had rained a day ago. Obviously Hound had found a nice mud patch and had played with his sparkling in the mud. He was still chortling as he swung down from the top of the Ark, landing in front of two very happy, but extremely muddy, bots.
Harmony, toddling beside her guardian of the day, grinned, giggling, waving her little hand. "Hiya Papa! Me 'n' Hound had so much fun! I tackled Hound in the mud."
Hound, just as mud covered as Harmony was – which was to say, a lot – grinned at the TIC. "Mmm-hmm, you're little girl is just too much for me. She got me good."
Leaning down, the scout affectionately flicked a finger over the sensory horns on Harmony's helm, making her squeal. "Tickles!" she exclaimed.
Not caring about the mud, grinning at his creation's carefree and happy, if dirty, state, Jazz picked up Harmony and said, "Good job, darlin', ya got him real good. Here's a real good idea tho'."
Little winglets flicking in curiosity, Harmony asked, "What idea?"
Sharing a devious look with Hound, the saboteur said nonchalantly, "Ah reckon we should go pay a visit to ya Unca Sunny and we can show him just how much fun ya had today. Sound good?"
Amongst Hound's laughter, the little femme nodded eagerly, optics brightening with excitement.
Waving, Hound said, "Well Jazz, Harmony was a delight as always. Before our mud run, she learnt about the different types of plants and animals. Have fun with Sunstreaker. I have to clean up before Mirage sees me. Let me know when Harmony wants to go out again sometime."
"Will do. See ya later Hound, we got a Lambo to catch," smirked Jazz, hefting his muddy daughter onto his hip and swaggering through the Ark into the monitor room. Before entering, Jazz gave Harmony a wink of his visor, rising a finger to his lips for her to be quiet. "When Ah say 'Sunny', all ya gotta do is place ya hands on his shoulder, okay gorgeous?" he said quietly, although there was no hiding the mischief in his voice. Harmony grinned back, doorwings wiggling in delight and excitement. She was so happy that she felt like her spark was going to burst. The crept in, Jazz using all his powers of being a Spec Ops mech to slip behind Sunstreaker, who had his helm propped up on a hand as he stared dully at the monitors.
Straightening, grinning like the devil in disguise, the black and white said, "Hey Sunny!"
The yellow mech jolted in his seat as little hands touched his shoulder, and in the split second before he turned around he registered the feel of something wet, slimy, and cold.
As he span, his gaze alighted on…one of the most horrifying scenes he would ever see.
Jazz, grinning, as well as what looked like to be Harmony, but underneath all that icky, gooey, disgusting mud he couldn't be sure. He tried to hold back a snarl as he turned and saw his shoulder covered with two messy, muddy little handprints, undoubtedly caused by his 'niece.'
"Unca Sunny, I went with Hound to the park, and we rolled in the mud! See?" crowed the sparkling excitedly, looking eagerly at her favourite uncle.
Holding back his complains about how his paint and polish were so undoubtedly ruined, Sunstreaker drawled, "I can see that."
Harmony beamed wider, while Jazz looked at him approvingly.
Humming in a satisfactory fashion, the black and white mech said, "Well, gotta get my lil' darling clean. How about a bubble bath with that fruity smelling solvent?"
Harmony clapped excitedly – missing the disgusted look on Sunstreaker's face as some spatters of mud landed on him. As her creator turned, the once white femme thanks to the liberal amount of mud, waved to her uncle as they left. It wasn't until the sparkling and saboteur left that Sunstreaker hurriedly moved into action, gathering a rag and going, "EWW! Mud on my perfect polish!"
Meanwhile, Jazz tickled Harmony as they sat in their washracks, making sure that the little sparkling's pristine plating shone once again.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? Next chapter is actually going to be more of a Jazz/Prowl chapter, but no smut or anything. Just a bit of reflection and fluff.
Jeez, I can't stop writing fluff for this fic, can I? There will be something a little dramatic soon, I promise it.