Author's Notes: Annnd we end off with an epilogue, which I really hope gives proper closure to this fic.
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Connections
Epilogue
The moment Jammer's field was disabled, Blaster alerted the Commanders of the three spark signals he'd picked up. Anxious to find out what had happened to their missing comrades and fearful of the reason why there was a missing signature from one of them, everyone, regardless of injury, immediately headed towards their location.
Upon arrival at the scene, they found Jazz sitting back on his knees, cradling Swift and Bluestreak in his arms, both offline and hand in hand, murmuring softly to them. Jammer's supine body lay further away, a laser scalpel sticking out from his chestplates.
The stunned silence that followed was broken with a sad sigh. "Perhaps it is time you all knew the truth," Elita said sadly.
Jazz show no signs of acknowledging their presence.
With the exception of Jazz and Bluestreak, everyone else was ordered by Ratchet to stay out of and away from the medbay after they had received their repairs. Those who were more critically wounded were allowed to remain, but in the other side of the medbay away from the room in which their CMO and First Aid were currently tending to their SIC.
Jazz and Bluestreak sat together on a berth, shoulder to shoulder, waiting. The gunner had been quickly looked over by Ratchet after regaining consciousness in the middle of the transport back to base. As much as he had intervened and shared Jammer's attack, Prowl had still taken the brunt of it. It was probably only due to the strength of Jazz's spark that had enabled him to awaken, but it was not enough for Prowl.
Ratchet had refused them entry into the room and had Wheeljack gently escort them outside. The engineer looked sympathetic as he brought them out, giving his best wishes before moving off to treat the others. Strangely, the pair did not protest, but only complied numbly, optics never leaving the prone form of the femme on the operating table.
They prayed silently, their prayers joining many others of the mechs and femmes outside.
It felt like forever before Ratchet and First Aid finally emerged. Jazz and Bluestreak stood up quickly, anxiety clear on their faceplates.
Anxiety turned to horror at the sight of Ratchet's solemn and serious expression, but First Aid's weary yet reassuring smile corrected their fear.
"She's awake, but very weak. You may go in to see her, and –" Ratchet was cut off by a tight hug from Bluestreak, followed almost simultaneously by Jazz. First Aid chuckled softly, undaunted by the small glare sent his way by his mentor, before excusing himself.
Drawing a deep breath after his release, Ratchet allowed himself a relieved smile. "Go on. Take all the time you want, but don't forget to let her rest as well."
Not needing any further encouragement, Jazz and Bluestreak eagerly entered the room as the medic stepped aside. As the door slid shut, Ratchet caught a glimpse of Prowl being engulfed by her mate and creation, both hugging her each on one side as she wrapped her arms around them.
Author's Notes 2: Five chapters is kinda short, but it's a new record for me. In any case, I've really enjoyed writing this fic, which could not have been done without all your support, be it through reviews or simply adding this fic to your Favourites and/or Alerts. Once again, thank you so much!
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