A/N: Sorry I took so long but I accepted some translations outside my work. It's totally not fun to come home from work and start working... But every review, favourited and followed story email from you guys makes my days better!
Still holding the sparkling, Prowl turned around as the door opened and an old grey medic entered.
"You moved! Now I'll never be able finish it!" Sunstreaker whined, dejected. He knew from experience that once a model moved, they would never assume the exact same position. Light would reflect under a different angle and Sunstreaker might as well start anew. What a waste of time!
He was therefore very pleasantly surprised when Prowl actually managed to freeze in a perfect stance.
"Stay like that!"
"As you command," the adult commented dryly.
"Ahem, Sunstreaker?" the medic said as she held up a scanner. "It's time for-"
"Not now! I'm busy! Come back in two joors. Please?"
"Alright, two joors," the medic conceded though it was obvious she wasn't happy with that. "But when I come back you'll either stop drawing or I will take that datapad from you. And don't expect me to return it until you are released home." With that she left to take care of her other patients.
Two joors passed in blur, with Prowl cradling the little one, Sunstreaker drawing them, and Jazz talking to Sideswipe. When the medic returned, the yellow twin very reluctantly put the datapad down. He would have to add the colouring tomorrow.
Satisfied with the patient's results the medic handed him a cube filled with green liquid.
"Do I have to?" Sunstreaker whimpered, looking miserable.
"Yes," the medic's tone implied that no objections would be accepted.
Heaving a suffering sigh the young patient steeled himself and downed the green slime.
"See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" the grey medic muttered and turned to other side of the room. "My designation's Fixit. You must be Bluestreak's creators?"
"No, we're not," Jazz hurried to explain. "We're just- Wait, Bluestreak? There ain't a speck of blue on him!"
"I admit I was surprised too but that's what the name tag by the door says."
"It sounds suspiciously like a blend of Blues and Silverstreak," Prowl voiced his opinion looking at the most likely culprit. Sideswipe made his best "innocent youngling" face. It wasn't very convincing.
Little grey doorwings twitched and fluttered.
"You like it?" the older Praxian asked. The sparkling nodded shyly.
"Alright then! Bluestreak it is!" Jazz grinned. He rather liked that designation.
"Well, Bluestreak, I need to scan you," the medic said with a smile. "Please put him down on the berth."
Prowl tried to comply but the little one refused to cooperate, clinging to the enforcer tightly. "You are being illogical," Prowl sighed. "The medic won't be able to scan you while you're holding on to me."
Jazz could only shake his helm at his lover's antics. "Are ya afraid of scanners, Blue?" he asked, caressing the sparkling's back soothingly. Bluestreak's doorwings flared in a negating motion. "Then what's wrong?" He received no answer.
"Maybe he's afraid that you will leave once he lets go of you," Fixit suggested. "It's not unusual for scared sparklings."
"Then how 'bout ya hold Prowl's servo while she scans ya?" Jazz came up with an idea. "That way he won't be able ta leave."
Reluctantly the little Praxian allowed Prowl to put him on the berth and immediately grabbed on to his servo. He tensed when the medic lifted the scanner and tried to hide behind the larger mech.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetspark," Fixit soothed. "You won't even feel it and it will be over real quick. You don't believe me? Ask Sunstreaker."
The yellow twin shrugged. "Yeah, it kinda tingles but it doesn't hurt or anything."
"See? Now let's get this over with, shall we?"
Squeezing Prowl's servo for reassurance, Bluestreak let the scanner's green light wash over him.
"There, all done. You're healing well, Bluestreak," the medic smiled, handing him a cube of thick white liquid. "Here's your energon." She chuckled seeing his face. "It's a special blend that won't hurt your fuel tank."
Bluestreak took a mistrustful sip and immediately grimaced at the bitter taste but Prowl stroked his doorwing and it felt nice, so he forced himself to drink it because he wanted Prowl to do it again. His engine let out a soft purr when his wish was granted.
Fixit took the empty cube. "The visiting hours are almost over but there are rooms for creators in the C-sector if you would like to stay overnight. I believe room C244 is free at the moment."
Prowl shook his helm. "Thank you for the offer but we have to decline. We both have an early shift tomorrow and it wouldn't be practical if we had to commute all the way from here."
"Actually, love, Ah just changed with Shackles so Ah'm starting later and ya're on holiday. Boss says he doesn't wanna see yar doorwings at the headquarters for at least a groon, and Primus knows ya deserve a break."
Prowl looked at his partner sharply, about to tell him just how much he didn't appreciate Jazz meddling in his affairs behind his back but a pair of blue optics filled with hope stopped him from doing so.
::We'll talk later:: he promised.
Jazz did a rather impressive imitation of Sideswipe's "innocent youngling" face.
Bluestreak stared at the door to room C244 longingly. It was long past the time he was supposed to be in recharge but his charging protocols wouldn't initiate. He had hoped to sneak in to the room where Prowl and Jazz were staying and recharge there but he couldn't reach the locking mechanism. Even if he could, he didn't know the entry code. He could still ping the door but the chime would wake up the adults and they might send him away. Then again, maybe they would let him stay... What should he do? Little doorwings fluttered in frustration.
His musings were interrupted by a sound of footsteps. Bluestreak quickly looked around but the there was nowhere to hide on the deserted corridor. The footsteps were coming closer. He briefly considered running but he knew he wasn't fast enough. Oh no...
A young mech with medic's decals emerged from around the corner. Bluestreak had secretly hoped the medic wouldn't notice him but he was immediately spotted.
"Sneaking out of our berth, are we?" the adult asked with a kind smile, crouching down to be on optic level with him. "You want to recharge with your creators?"
What Bluestreak wouldn't give for creators like Jazz and Prowl... He nodded and looked at the big mech hopefully.
"How sweet," the medic whispered and opened the door with an override. "Just don't tell anybot I let you in, okay?"
Bluestreak flared his doorwings in 'thank you' motion. The light from the corridor briefly illuminated the dark room. It contained basic furniture and a double berth with two forms resting on it. One of them had distinctive doorwings twitching in recharge. That was all he needed to see. He stepped inside and let the door close behind him. He was too young to have a night vision upgrade yet so he simply went by the most recent memory. Taking advantage of his light weight Bluestreak treaded lightly and silently to the berth. He carefully settled down on the ground at Prowl's pedes and prepared to recharge. The floor was hard and cold, and the welds on his stomach were aching. For a moment he regretted having not taken a pillow or at least a blanket with him. But the truth was that the young Praxian was used to recharging on the ground – and if it meant he could recharge by Prowl's side, he would gladly spent every single night of his life without a berth to lie on. Satisfied that he was protected by the two adults, Bluestreak finally fell into recharge. He didn't see the faint light of onlining optics, didn't feel a pair of servos gently lifting him up...
Bluestreak would online joors later resting on Prowl's chest, with a small pillow under his helm, covered by a thermal blanket, and most importantly, safely wrapped in black and white servos.