A/N: *facepalm* I know, I know, updates are coming slower and I'm sorry for that. I hope you like this one, it's more Prowl and Jazz centric than the others have been recently. You all know I don't own transformers.

Warning: mech/mech kissing

Family is forever – Chapter 18 – Dawn

"Are you sure she's fine?"

"Prowler, Ah was her carrier, Ah have the slightly stronger bond, and believe me babe, she's fine. A little disappointed we both had to leave, but fine."

Prowl, in his cop car altmode, sighed. "I can't help it. I worry about her so much."

The Porsche beside him gave him a gentle nudge and replied, "Ah know. We both do. Can't stop lovin' our little darlin' huh?"

The Datsun bounced on his tires a bit as he chuckled, "No. She's far too precious."

"And all ours," concluded Jazz, revving his engine to pull ahead and turn off the road they were on, slowing as asphalt became dirt under their wheels and the sky disappeared as trees grew over the road, a natural beauty engulfing them in green surrounds. The two black and whites travelled through the forest, before finally finding a small trail just big enough for two bots to walk through that led to a – thankfully empty at this time – campsite.

Once in their root modes, Jazz held out a hand, smiling charmingly at his bondmate, who let a small, easy smile slip onto his face as he took that hand and walked down to the campsite, evening steadily approaching. They found it, getting their supplies out of subspace, Prowl laying down a huge blanket for the both of them and Jazz getting two small cubes of energon. They sat, Prowl leaning on his bondmates shoulder as they drank their cubes. They had wanted, needed this time, and it was for a good reason.

"I still can't believe it's been five years since we bonded…five years since Harmony came into our lives," murmured Prowl, doorwings sagging as he relaxed.

Wrapping an arm around his lover's shoulders, Jazz replied, "Ah know. So many moments…good thing our memory banks are still large, we can take all the photo captures we want. Remember the first time she spoke? Ya came into the trainin' room just to show me."

"Ah, and we can never forget the first time she swore. I got the video tape off Red Alert. The moment she said 'frag off Tracksie poo!' is one of the most comedic in my life," reminisced Prowl, opening up his side of the bond.

Jazz chuckled, letting his own side of the bond fully open as they exchanged memories, good and bad. Like the first time Harmony had caught a virus, or which Ravage had almost sparkling-napped her. Not to mention one time when she had been missing for over a day, driving a majority of the Ark mad with worry, only to find out the Dinobots had been caring for her down in a little cave. Others were more positive. The day she had walked, the day Sunstreaker had let Harmony sit in his alt mode while he had taken her for a ride, when Prowl taught her strategy and Jazz hide and seek. So many instances where their little white sparkling had brought so much joy into their lives to help balm the sorrows of war, the memories tinged by Harmony's sweet little giggles and laughter.

"She's goin' to be a younglin' tomorrow. Our baby's growin' up sweetspark," murmured the visored mech in contemplation.

"I know. Somehow I….don't want it to end. War has gone on, true. But she has, for the most part, been sheltered from the worst of it. As a youngling she will gain more understanding, and her sense of innocence about the world will be lost," said Prowl.

The slightly smaller black and white sighed. He would miss the carefree sparkling their daughter had been. He being the carrier, he felt that connection more strongly, and he yearned for another sparkling. However, his bondmate had promised him that as soon as the war was over and Cybertron was stable, they would try for another.

"True. Hey, ya know one thing Ah regret?"

"What's that dearspark?"

"That we didn't invite the femmes down here. Ah know they've got their servos full, but it'd be nice for Harmony to see another femme. She's surrounded by mechs all the time, except when Carly comes to visit, but she ain't Cybertronian," replied Jazz, laying down, pulling the Praxian down with him. Prowl obligingly lay beside him, resting his helm on the saboteur's chestplates over the spark.

Slowly, he nodded. "A fair point. Sometime soon, I promise."

They basked in each other's company, before Jazz turned his helm and smiled sweetly at his beloved. "Ah love ya so much. Sometimes Ah wish Ah could just scream it to the world how much Ah love ya, ya and Harmony. Ah love the love we make together, Ah love how we do all these fun things with our sparklin' and givin' her as best a life as we can give. Sometimes Ah have to pinch myself because sometimes Ah don't believe ya're really mine."

Pressing his lips to the saboteurs in a slow, soft kiss, the tactician replied, "Sometimes I as well. How much I pined for you until your heat cycle shook everything, and everyone, up."

Jazz pouted, "And?"

Prowl chuckled, kissing his mate once more and whispering softly, "I love you, my silly mech."

The visored mech grinned widely, purring and drawing his mate into a deeper, more sensual kiss, one full of promise. Prowl hummed into it, willingly parting his lips and letting Jazz in, rolling so he was above the other. Breaking off, he murmured, "Retract your visor for me, Jazzy."

Jazz purred, retracting his visor and letting Prowl see him all as only he would see him, with his scarred, half blind optics. The Praxian lowered his head to kiss each one, before feathering his lips back down his nasal ridge and too those all too welcoming lips once more, drinking in the feel of his mate for all he was worth.

"Make the most of tonight?" asked Jazz, feeling their actions become more passionate.

"Yes, oh by Primus yes," replied Prowl, his tone slightly husky and low.

The next morning both bots woke, snuggled deeply in each other's arms. Prowl made a small sound as he got up, flicking his doorwings. Jazz rolled and stood. There was a type of solemnity about their actions as they stood, the sunlight trickling over them from the dawn of a new day, and they packed up their little site. Jazz gave one last look to Prowl before his visor clicked down, taking his bondmates hand and leading them out of the forest.

As they folded down into their altmodes, they faced the dawn of a new era.

Harmony was about to be a youngling.

A/N: Sooooo…..what did you think of that? I realise there wasn't enough time to really see all of Harmony's life, but don't forget there are another nine sparklings, so nine times the cuteness!

So reviews please!