I'm going to cry this thing just keeps getting longer and longer

I'M GOING TO TRY AND WRAP IT UP SOON I PROMISE ;A; THERE'S LIKE ONE MORE PART AND THEN I'M DONE

CRIES TEARS OF HAPPINESS

Twins part 4

Jazz had just over one groon left in his carrying period.

Wheeljack, much to the delight of the medical team (especially Ratchet), had taken a break from his inventing and had constructed things for the twins to use, such as berths with rails (Sparklings had a habit of being adventurous and rolling around in their recharge) and some toys for them to play with so they wouldn't badger their creators for entertainment.

Jazz had now stopped wriggling onto Prowls lap and purring during meetings, and instead he was often found in the rec. room chatting to other Autobots and playing videogames with the twins. If he wasn't there, he was in his quarters watching a movie (he'd never admit it, but he would always fall into recharge and wake up as the credits were rolling).

Despite the fact Jazz had stopped with his tendencies, Prowl was not quite so lucky. Everyone had stopped counting after the 87465th insect. Nothing was safe. Even if it was just within a foot of Jazz Prowl was quite literally pouncing on them and either crushing them or eradicating them completely by melting their soft bodies with acid. Even when Jazz told him to stop it and that he was being stupid, he still did it. He, quite literally, could not control himself. The humans who frequented the base had learned early on that they should avoid Jazz at all costs, even if they desperately wanted to talk to the saboteur. It was as if Prowl could smell human on Jazz, and he'd be put into an awful mood for the rest of the cycle. An awful mood where he wouldn't watch where he'd tread.

Sideswipe swore that Prowl sometimes went out of his way to hover a pede over a human when they weren't looking, only to quickly spin away and continue in the other direction when someone looked. Red Alert wasn't revealing anything, so everyone just ignored Sideswipe. Ratchet wouldn't put it past him, though.

When he wasn't being overrun by Sire Protocols, he was his usual calm and collected self. He would spend his entire shift in his office, be chased out by an angry Ratchet, grab a couple of cubes from the rec. room and return back to his quarters where Jazz was usually recharging on the sofa or curled up on their berth with a datapad.

Today, it was the latter. Smiling despite himself, Prowl sat down next to him on the berth and took out a datapad of his own – he'd snuck a few datapads out of his office – before he handed Jazz an energon cube. Jazz's visor brightened for a split second at the sight of the cube, not having realised Prowl was back. He accepted it and quietly sipped at it as he shifted himself so he was leaning against Prowl, cuddling up to his side.

If the SIC an TIC of the Autobot army were to ever hear someone claiming they wanted twins, they would be quick to advise them against it. Looking after twins was no easy feat, and the pair were starting to admire Sunstreaker and Sideswipes creators after what they'd been put through.

When you had finally got one in their berth, you would turn around thinking that it was safe to go catch the other one. When you finally managed to catch them, you would turn back to their berth to see it empty.

If you left them alone for five minutes, you would return to find the room completely and utterly destroyed with things you didn't even know existed littering the floor, and a pair of very smug-looking sparklings sitting amongst the wreckage.

When it came to feeding time, they would accept their energon before promptly spitting it out at the unfortunate mech who was feeding them or at their sibling. Failing that, they'd cover the floor with it.

All in all, they were little shits.

The Prime was no stranger to Prowl knocking on his door at three o'clock in the morning anymore. The datsun would look dishevelled and exhausted while carrying to twins on his hips, sometimes with an equally as exhausted Jazz. The pair would just silently look at the Prime with pleading optics and he would sigh, allowing them in so he could diagnose the problem and suggest ways to help.

Given that the Prime was one of the only creators on the ship, he was the one who was being constantly bombarded with questions in the dead of night. While he was happy to help and glad that they swallowed their pride and asked, it did get ridiculous.

However, despite all of their antics, the black and white pair loved them to pieces.

In addition to this, Prowl had received a comm. call from Starscream and his trine mates who immediately started asking about the sparklings. While Starscream pretended to be indifferent to it, he was the one who leaned in closer to the screen with a curious glint in his optic every time Prowl started speaking. Skywarp, was, as always, over-excited and was literally bouncing around in excitement. Thundercracker just watched him with weary optics and apologised to Prowl about his trine-mates behaviour.

It was from that conversation that Prowl learned seekers had an affinity for sparklings, no matter the faction. It was also how Skyfire came to be first on the baby-sitting duty list. He didn't complain, and he even asked to take care of them even when Jazz and Prowl weren't on shift. It appeared that Skyfire was a huge fan of them.

Jazz and Prowl certainly weren't complaining.

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Also if you've send in a prompt/request don't worry – I am working on them! Just polishing them up or finding a 'plot' that I like for them.

~Llama