Author: and
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Codes: Supernatural
Summary: Even Ratchet has to give up on pretending to know everything eventually.
Notes: Written in the Point of View fanverse
Jazz/Prowl's offspring:
Repertoire = femme, oldest
Windsinger = very small Aerial, femme
Paqe Cançó = Peace Song, mech, 3rd born, the one Prowl carried
Kaontae = mech, youngest, biped beast-mech design, rather like Beast Wars Ravage. .com/art/Beast-Wars-Ravage-74275623
Starshine black and silver Seeker by Jazz/Shimmerfire
Full Circle 6: A Final Time
When his monitors showed that Prowl's spark had extinguished, Ratchet spared but a moment of spark-deep grief before turning his attention fully on the spark that he hoped for and feared. Their plans were in place, to subdue him, to extinguish him if necessary to prevent what had taken place four times before. He hoped it would be different. He had seen so much change in Jazz since he had first come back. Changes that came with each of the four sparks they created, changes that came with every organic socket they claimed.
But was he changed enough?
Then the monitors showed the thing he expected the least. Jazz's spark had also extinguished, his shell lying over that of his bonded, their hands still entwined, spark chambers open to each other and forehelms resting against each other as their living colors grayed.
~What is it?~ Malena asked. ~What happened, love?~
He felt her brush against him in concern, and sent his assurance and affection back to the little socket who reminded him so much of her ancestor.
~They both extinguished. They both have finally returned to the Well, together,~ he replied, full of both grief and awe as he opened the tightly sealed door.
::Lock it!:: the deadly-serious voice of Whiplash hissed over the comm. ::Not gone!::
::What in the pit?::
Even as he spoke, Ratchet connected remotely with the monitors and saw that it was true. Both sparks were back, still merged, Prowl's as strong as it had been in his prime. Their joint color was much lighter as well, which meant Jazz's was much a lighter purple-blue on it's own.
The harmonic moan of a near-overload came from the joined mechs, Jazz's silver frame gleaming, having barely grayed, and Prowl's almost completely faded one was nearly his full gleaming living colors again.
::Go!:: the Black Op snarled at Ratchet over the comm. ::Lock!::
Ratchet engaged the locks, for the moment even ignoring increasingly urgent calls from his socket as the corridor echoed with the sound of his pedes sprinting back to his active monitors to watch with his own optics what was taking place inside.
~Ratchet! I'm coming !~ Malena called.
~Stay with Prime, Hide, Chromia and the rest of the sockets. I don't want you anywhere near here if he is insane,~ he ordered and focused on his monitors, watching in disbelieving fascination as the bonded couple in the locked room gently overloaded, the color fully back in their frames.
::Ratchet, what is going on?:: Optimus Prime demanded. ::Malena is near hysterical.::
::I have no slagging idea. Their sparks both extinguished. I monitored it myself. And now they are both back, merged. I'm waiting for Whiplash to give me the go ahead to come in and find out what the frag is going on.::
Ratchet monitored in disbelief as Prowl's signature became stronger and systems long offline began to come back, strong and vital. At the same time, some of Jazz's systems and programming literally seemed to merge and blend with Prowl's, as if their frames were merging and not simply their sparks.
::What in the pit is going on in there, Whiplash? We need a medic in there, not an executioner.::
::M'carrier's brought'm back,:: the black mech whispered in absolute awe. There was the static of a rather creative curse before his voice became stronger, more professional. ::Wait till the merge is over. You know how they'll react to anyone near the other's exposed spark.::
Ratchet smiled at the curse despite himself and the events that were happening within the sealed room. ::Whiplash, I've suspected just who your carrier was for quite some time. I'm a medic. I've seen your spark, and how close it is in harmonics and spectrum to Jazz's. I never said anything because I knew how much Jazz valued his secrets, though I have no doubt that he knew that I knew. You secret is safe with me.::
He enjoyed listening to Whiplash sputter on the comm, finally phased after all his cool calm vorns, but quickly turned his complete attention to the monitors, watching in disbelief as the bonded lovers' systems slowly separated and their frames reintegrated into themselves. Their sparks remained fully merged. It was obvious that there was now something of Jazz's own unique frame, systems, and programming within Prowl. To his monitors, the aged tactician read as though he were a newly sparked adult frame built as strongly as a warrior-model but with all his tactician upgrades, while Jazz suddenly showed just a hint of the age that had never been apparent in his perfectly built systems.
::Optimus, please bring Malena. They are both likely to need a medical charge when they complete their merge.::
::Is it safe for her?:: Prime inquired, sounding completely bewildered.
::The only thing that would make it unsafe is failing to wait until they've completed their merge. Prowl is very much alive, and it appears he will be for some time. Jazz ... well ... Jazz reads more normal, as though his systems will finally start to age. Whiplash claims Jazz brought them both back.::
There was a long pause on the other end.
::I should be shocked, but honestly, Ratchet, nothing shocks me any longer. Nothing that involves Jazz will ever surprise me. Confound me, yes, surprise me, never. I'm on my way with Malena.::
Ratchet heard the door to his monitor room whoosh open and the scramble of lightly built, whisper-quiet mechs enter with little care for being more quiet than their nature and training made them. Then there was the heavy pedefalls of Jazz's second oldest surviving creation; the sleek silver and black Seeker Shimmerfire had birthed less than a vorn after they'd arrived on Earth.
"What's going on?" The oldest of the four from Jazz and Prowl, a femme designated Repertoire, demanded for the five very different siblings. "Whiplash said they're back."
Ratchet turned toward them, a look of awe and amusement clearly on his faceplates.
"Look for yourselves. They were both extinguished. You can see it in the monitor logs. They came back merged. Not just their sparks, but somehow their frames and systems." Ratchet gave an almost maniacal laugh. "I should have known with these two that something different would happen than we had ever planned on. Prowl's systems and frame have been ... shall we say updated? Can't tell the extent of it yet, but it is dramatic."
Not for the first time Ratchet was grateful for his mass and that the three that Jazz had carried definitely took after the saboteur in size as the five crowed around the monitors, chattering in what much of the population had come to call Jazz-speak. It was really some long-dead dialect with no modern relatives, which meant that if you hadn't lived way back when or got Jazz to teach you, you were out of luck understanding the small, tightly-knit clan.
Even without understanding a word, the body language and tone was quite enough to pick up that they were all thrilled. Especially from the two fliers and the sensor-winged one. None were even trying to control their wing-language.
"Has anyone told Mirage yet?" Paqe Cançó looked over at Ratchet, his sweeping sensor wings under just enough control not to whack his siblings in the helms as he stood behind them, his additional height from being a designed frame making it easy to still see the monitors. The black and silver Seeker, Starshine, stood with his wings spread wide and flared in joy behind him, the group settling in flawlessly so everyone could see.
Ratchet felt as though he were grinning like what Mikaela had so long ago called 'some damn fool.' He shook his head.
::Mirage, you might want to come to medbay. You know that resurrection craze we had so many vorns ago? Seems like a couple of slaggers who won't give me any peace decided that it is in fashion again.::
::On my way,:: the noble's smooth, cultured vocals responded.
Even in the calm formalness, Ratchet could hear that the newly promoted head of Autobot Special Operations was anything but upset at the prospect of a demotion.
Just then Optimus strode purposefully in, handing over Malena, Ratchet's technorganic socket whose energy was so much like that of her ancestress, though whose body combined the best elements of nearly every species they had partnered with over the vorns. She flexed her armored iridescent wings and nuzzled into him.
"What are all these fraggers doing crowding up our medbay, babe? Do I need to start reconfiguring some afts?" she asked with a wink in flawless Cybertronian.
Of those present, only the youngest responded, and that was with a threatening hiss as he flicked feline ears back and half dropped to all fours, his slender, spiked tail lashing sharply.
Paqe Cançó chuckled and put a hand on Kaontae's shoulder, drawing him upright. "Came to see if Whiplash has lost his processors completely."
"So, do we have a plan here? Or is this going to be like last time when we could not even have a briefing because they had to merge at least once a breem?" Prime asked wryly.
Ratchet threw his hands in the air, causing his socket to take flight for a moment before she settled on his shoulder and swatted him with her wing, giving a hiss.
"I have no slagging clue. I've given up trying to make plans any longer." he groused, though still with the grin on faceplates, watching the monitors closely while bringing Malena back to his chest and stroking the crest of feathers on her felinoid head.
Even as they watched, Kaontae, the beast mech Jazz carried who reminded them all so much of Ravage hissed again. "They have separated. When can we go in?"
"Let Whiplash speak with them first," Malena responded, clearly as accustomed to being obeyed in Medbay as her mech.
"They won't attack us," he growled back, but turned his attention to the holo-display of the room anyway, watching as Whiplash slowly dropped his interference and took a single step out of the shadows he'd hidden in.
"Jazz, Prowl?" He tried to get their attention while remaining at a safe distance.
The pair broke their kiss and looked up at him with equal irritation.
"Ah suppose Ratchet and that little monster want in," Jazz grumbled, though he didn't sound all that upset.
"Yes, among others," Whiplash cracked a grin and relaxed, now confident that the pair were rational enough to be safe around.
After a wordless grumble, Prowl looked directly at one of the visual sensors set up in the walls. "It is safe, but do hurry Ratchet. I haven't felt this good in thousands of vorns."
"'n ah intend ta take advantage of'm," Jazz rumbled, reaching up to stroke Prowl's gleaming crimson chevron until his bonded trembled under him. "Then hunt down a socket and try for a fifth sparkling."
Next to Ratchet, Repertoire crowed in victory and held her hand out, palm up, and smirked at her siblings who all grumbled and handed over credit bars.
"Do I want to know?" Prime looked between them.
Repertoire grinned at him, her pure white optics almost glittering. "I bet that he'd have another on the way before Kaontae bonded."
The door slid open and Mirage stepped in, assessing the situation with a barely discernible sweep of his optics.
"Prime, Ratchet, Kith," the sleek sky blue and white noble greeted them, but only inclined his head to the five mechs he considered kin through Jazz before focusing on Ratchet as the one who called him. "Has he requested his position returned?"
Ratchet barked a laugh. "No. You just get to hang out with this band of insanity who have adopted you as family. And you get to keep his position until they get through the facing each other senseless phase. And how long that lasts? No idea."
Before Mirage could even reply, he was out the door with Malena, heading to the sealed room.
~So, the boys gonna need a charge?~ His socket asked with an almost predatory tone.
~Don't know. I don't know anything any longer. Mechs who are supposed to die come back with a frame that is like new. Mechs who supposedly were the tools of the Unmaker help create a way for me to finally sparkbond with my socket and know that she can last as long as I can. I think I'm going to quit the medic business and become a senator again.~
~You just don't like being out of control,~ she swatted him with her wing. ~But look at all the wonderful things that happen when you let someone else take the lead in the tango, baby.~
~You sound just like Mik, do you realize that?~
~How do you know that I'm not? Primus has a sick sense of humor that way.~
~Don't even go there,~ he grumbled at her, but held her even closer as he opened the sealed door.
He stood for a moment with a big silly grin on his faceplates, and the hint of wetness in his optics. Frag Mikaela anyhow for sneaking that tear mod on him when she had him immobile.
He shuttered his optics several times, then strode forward, plugging into Prowl while Malena did the same to Jazz.
"All right. You two know the drill. We are going to check out your sparks, then I'll leave my little monster if you need her, and leave you alone so you can face each other senseless and knock Jazz up before I give you permission. You want to say hello to your brood before I reseal the door?"
"They'll just break in if we don't," Prowl deadpanned, causing Jazz to snicker.
"They do take after meh a bit. So who won the bet?" Jazz asked pleasantly, even as he inched up Prowl's chest to slid his glossa along the finely tapered chevron, causing Prowl to shudder and kiss his exposed throat.
Ratchet made a waving motion at the sensor, letting them know to come on in.
"Repertoire won. Except I have bad news for her. Malena here bet it was going to be Prowl carrying next. Everyone thought she was glitched. Well ... we know she is glitched, but looking at your spark and systems, Prowl, I have a feeling you will be the one carrying this time. You don't even need a charge."
"But Jazz here needs a charge," Malena said in a sultry voice, sliding her talons along his sensory horns. It earned her a deep rumble and flare of his EM field in encouragement.
Ratchet took one look at the data she shared on the silver mech's spark and knew she was lying through her fangs. "Just whose bonded socket are you, anyhow? I get no respect any more," he complained, reaching out across the bond to show her exactly what he intended to do to her as punishment.
"Our bet wasn't on who would carry," Repertoire chuckled as she lead her odd assortment of siblings in, Mirage hovering just outside the door for an invitation. "Just when one would be coming."
"Get your pretty aft in here," Jazz laughed and waved his successor in before shifting to stand so his brood could greet him, though his hand never left Prowl's as the black, white and red mech followed and endured the greetings, touching and mayhem he had become entirely too used to.
"Just this once more," Prowl murmured as he greeted his children, all five of them. "We will both age together this time."
Jazz couldn't look happier at the proclamation.
This completes the first of two prologs for Dathanna de Gray.
Next is Dathanna de Gray Prequel, which covers events from the RotF-elements we kept to when Dathanna de Gray picks up.