A/N: Before I go any further, I just want to say something: OH MY GOSH SOMEONE DID ART FOR THIS FIC! TWO SOMEONES! AAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHH! *happy dance* Here are the two pictures, just make sure you take the spaces out of the links I am about to give you.

First is by SomeoneIdontknow, who did a scene from the chapter 'Mess.' : ht tp:/ gunpowdertreason. deviantart. com/art /Harmony-s- Family-Portrait -259731014?fullview=1

And the second is by naggingfishwife who did it as an entry in the Prowl/Jazz community challenge (I am so honoured): ht tp: /prowl xjazz. livejournal. com /712466. html

So here is the next chapter (finally!) I'm sorry it's short. Next chapter will be WAY more interesting.

Family is Forever – Chapter 19 – Youngling

Jazz paced back and forth in front of the medbay doors, face set in serious lines as he darted a glance every now and then to the doors, locked from the inside at this moment. Prowl was sitting on a chair, optics on a datapad but just as alert as his mate.

"What's takin' Ratch and Jack so long? Could there be problems with her upgrade?" the saboteur blurted out worriedly, unable to contain his concern.

"I'm sure they're just making sure that her new frame has integrated correctly. Ratchet is nothing if not attentive to details," assured Prowl. Still, his optics never left the datapad.

Jazz huffed and paced faster until the Praxian hitched his wings in a high 'v' and said quietly with steel in his tone, "Jazz, pacing will not make Ratchet finish up the frame upgrade any faster. Be still. The stress will not do you any good. I know it's hard to close off the bond, dearspark, but it was for the best."

Sighing and flopping down gracelessly in a chair next to his bonded, the TIC muttered, "Ah know, Ah know…can't help it babe."

Prowl smiled slightly and took his gaze off his work to take his mate's hand. "I know. And if I do know another thing, I know that she's still going to be our little Harmony when we go through those doors to collect her. Just in her next stage of growth."

Smiling back at the chevroned mech and pecking him on the cheekplate in gratitude, Jazz laid his helm on the cop-bots shoulder in a comfortable position. They stayed in that position for a while, the visored mech curled up to the other while they waited for their daughter to be given back to them. It felt like an age before the medbay doors finally opened and Ratchet finally came out, looking very pleased. Prowl and Jazz stood immediately, and before they could be invited, they strode into the medbay and to the medberth where a white youngling lay in a peaceful recharge.

"Oh Prowler," breathed Jazz upon seeing Harmony in her upgrades.

Harmony was now noticeably a youngling. She was taller, now her helm would be about level with her carrier's mid-thigh, and her faceplate had lost some of the soft curves of a sparkling, her cheekplates becoming slightly more defined. She was in recharge, at peace and unaware at her admiring creators.

"She's beautiful," murmured Prowl, moving forward to pick up his daughter and cradling her larger body in his arms. She was still small. But she was no longer tiny in comparison to the Ark mechs.

"Ya did a good job Doc," the visored black and white said, turning and clapping the medic on the back.

"Her spark and sparkling frame accepted the youngling frame without a hitch. I apologise for making you wait, I double checked each connection. I have no wish to be the cause of an easily preventable glitch," explained Ratchet as he watched his two commanders coo and admire their creations new frame.

Smile sincere and optics shining with genuine contentment, the doorwinger said, "You have my thanks. We're going to take her home."

With a smirk, the medic replied, "No problem. Can't wait to see her up and running about again. Stillness never seems to suit her."

Placing Harmony on her new, bigger berth, Prowl smiled tenderly at his sparkling, now youngling, and stroked over her helm. He watched her for a few moments, marvelling on how he and his mate had created this life together, had nurtured her, and how she had become one of the brightest lights in their lives. "I can see why Jazz always wanted a big family. It's fulfilling in the end, even through all the tantrums and the work."

"Ya got that right babe."

Turning so he looked into his mate's visor, Prowl let his optics soften even further as their bond thrummed with quiet contentment.

Stepping into the room, Jazz said, "Kinda can't believe she's grown. Life is gonna change."

Rising from his crouch and moving to tuck an arm around his lover's waist, the Praxian murmured, "Yes, it is. She will be soaking up the delights of the world around her even more now as her processor has the capacity now. I worry about negative influences. She will be more susceptible to things."

"Ya forgot one thing about that," said Jazz with an easy going grin.

"Oh?" questioned the tactician with a raised optic ridge.

"Yeah. She's got me and ya to raise her. She's goin' to be the smartest, grooviest, cutest younglin' in the entire galaxy," chirped the saboteur, slipping his own arms around his mate and embracing him.

"Mmm," Prowl hummed in agreement. Breaking away for a moment to lay a soft kiss on his daughter's helm, he turned back to his mate and said, "Now my dear one…is there a way to relieve that stress and tension you managed to accumulate tonight in waiting for our lovely creation to be released back into our care?"

Laughing quietly and laying a kiss on his mate's lips, Jazz purred, "Oh Prowler, ya know just the right thing to say."

A/N: This chapter I am considering calling 'The attack of the fluff bunny.' Thanks muse.

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