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Chapter Six

Jazz kissed Prowl's lips lovingly later that orn, his white and black mate worn and in slight pain after labor, and curled around their little femme who was having her cycle meal. The ex-saboteur pressed into the kiss before parting it and he said softly, mindful of not to disturb the feeding femme who was half asleep, "Ay'm goin' out fer ay walk, 'kay babeh?"

His mate nodded, lifting his helm slightly to kiss Jazz, "Go ahead. Be back soon though."

"Ay will, love."

Jazz leaned down and kissed Pixie's chevron-the sparkling flailed a little-before he exited their room and left their house. He sighed as he walked down the street with a smile, quite proud about being a Creator. Pixie was beautiful in every aspect and he was quite surprised to see that she had green optics underneath her visor, much like his own. Oh the fun he would have chasing her when she learned to crawl, to walk and to run; to chase away the mechs who would want to court her as an adolescent; Jazz could see it now.

"'Ey, Jazz!" a familiar voice called out to him. Jazz came out of his musings and saw his cassette player friend, then showed a bright smile.

"Blasta! Mah main machine, where have ya been all mah life?" teased Jazz as the mechs met up. They exchanged a handshake before hugging. It had been a while since they had seen each other, ever since Jazz's and Prowl's bonding ceremony.

"Ya know, up an' about. Here an' there." Blaster smiled softly, "How have ya an' our dear SIC been? Relationship goin' well, Ah assume?"

Jazz chuckled, "Very well. Weh were surprised actually when weh discovered ay honeymoon babeh latched ontah Prowl's spark 'bout three ta four groons aftah our bondin' ceremony."

Blaster stared at his friend in surprise, "Ya merged spontaneously?"

The ex-saboteur nodded.

"So Prowl's gotta have ah beach ball belly by now." Then, Blaster saw a wide grin take form on Jazz's lips and he blinked, "He's popped?"

"En tha mornin' he did. Designated 'er Pixeh."

Blaster captured Jazz in a bear hug, "Congrats buddy!" he let him go after a moment, "Accompany meh ta get mah cassettes?"

Jazz nodded, "Sure."

The two mechs walked together on the sidewalk, passing other walking mechs, femmes, and children into a more busy street.

"So how have ya an' yer sistah been?" asked Jazz.

Blaster frowned as he shook his helm, "Ah don' understand how Keynote can live wit' her pit spawn of ah mate. Ever since ah let 'em into mah home, they fight on ah constant basis. Et ain't ah healthy environment for mah cassettes an' she wonders why she can't create symbiotes. Tha environment es too harsh."

"An' ya left 'em dere?" Jazz looked at Blaster in horror as his visor brightened. "Blasta! Yer insane!"

Blaster looked at his friend, "Whoa, Jazz, yer jumpin' tha gun too fast, mah mech! Ah'd be an idiot if Ah ever left mah little ones wit' those psychos. Ah left 'em wit' Soundwave b'cause the minis wanted ah play date an' Ah went back home an' threatened mah sistah an' her pit scum that if they didn't leave by tha time Ah came back wit my minis, Ay would throw tha Enforcers on 'em."

Jazz let out a sigh of relief, "Ya scared meh, Blasta. Don' do dat."

The cassette player chuckled, "Ah shoulda been more clear on what Ah meant."

The black and white mech agreed.

Near the end of the war, Megatron had become desperate to defeat the Autobots because he had run out of resources and fuel to survive. Soundwave began to lose faith in the warlord's words as his symbiotes began to contract illnesses. No longer trusting Megatron and his words of successfully doing a raid-there was not any fuel to pull one off anyway- he did what was best for his symbiotes. At first, they were not reluctant in the idea, but hunger gripped their tanks and death was creeping near. Nursed back to full health, Soundwave took off his Decepticon insignia and assisted in the assassination of the warlord. During the time of nursing Soundwave's symbiotes, the cassette players were partnered mainly because they had a small history way before the war. They gained each other's trust over the course it took to bring Soundwave's cassettes back to optimal health.

The walk to Soundwave's apartment was not very far; it was at the corner of the neighborhood. Blaster went up at the door and pinged for Soundwave to open. The navy mech answered and stepped back to allow the mechs in, "Greetings: Blaster, Jazz. Welcome."

Blaster smiled, "Hey, Sounders! Were mah minis well behaved?"

"Soundwave: little to no complaint. Blaster's symbiotes: adequately behaved." replied the telepath.

As if on cue, Blaster's cassettes came running up to him. He knelt down and smiled as he took them into his arms, "Steeljaw, did they fight at all?"

The lion shook his helm, mane rustling, "Not at all, unless you would like to count Rumble and Frenzy rough housing with Eject and Rewind to see who was the best wrestler amongst the four."

"How about you and Ravage? Seeing who could find the most glitch mice hiding under the apartment and winner eats all?" retorted Eject.

"Ravage caught approximately 60% of the total amount of glitch mice and Steeljaw stole half of Ravage's findings. So technically, Ravage had 30% by the end of the hunt-if you would like to address it like that- and Steeljaw had the remaining 70%." Rewind piped up as Steeljaw snorted. They ended up splitting half and half because Soundwave interfered.

"Ah told ya to be nice. Y'all are visitors."

"Well, if it brings ya consolation, we played some human sports, such as football. Especially football." growled Steeljaw.

Soundwave stepped by Blaster, "Assurances: Blaster's symbiotes were well behaved."

The orange cassette player sighed as he smiled at his minis and at the other mech, "If ya say so, Sounders. Say bye kiddos an' give Soundwave yer thanks."

The cassettes chorused their thanks and exchanged quick hugs before Soundwave's cassettes could shoo them off of their maker.

"Soundwave and symbiotes thank you for coming." replied the navy mech, visor brightening. He, then, nudged his own minis to say their goodbyes before Blaster commanded his cassettes to retire in his compartment.

Blaster and Jazz made for the door, pausing momentarily, "See ya later, Sounders?"

Soundwave nodded, "Query: When will be the next visit?"

The orange cassette had a little twinkle in his optics, "Ah'll comm ya, how 'bout that?"

"Acceptable. Until then."

"See ya later, Soundwave." waved Jazz as he opened the door.

"Goodbye, Jazz." replied the telepath.

With that, the two mechs left with Soundwave shutting the door behind them. Soundwave released a sigh, staring at the closed door before turning back around to see his cassettes all looking at him, "Query: Is something wrong?"

"Boss, he has the feels for ya." said Rumble. When Soundwave gave him a blank look, Rumble continued, "It's blatantly obvious he likes ya and I dunno if he does a lot or a little. It's the question hanging in all our minds, boss: Do ya like Blaster?"

Soundwave had the little suspicion Blaster felt something towards him, but thought nothing of it. Ravage padded forward, rubbing against his leg as he purred; Soundwave knelt down and rubbed the panther's helm with his servo, "Answer: Uncertain..."

"Even if ya do, boss, all we can do is follow you." said Frenzy. "Blaster's minions- I mean, cassettes still kinda butt helms with us at times 'cause what they did during the war and all is all hard to just forget. But with that aside, we want you to be happy."

"Statement: Soundwave is happy when my cassettes are safe and well."

Frenzy shook his helm, "Ya did so much for us, boss. Without ya, we wouldn't be here. Without the help of the Autobots, we wouldn't be here. We just want ya, ya know, to enjoy yourself."

"So I ask 'gain, do ya like Blaster?" asked Rumble.

Soundwave took his moment to think and assess the question. Before the silence was too long, the telepath replied, "Answer: Yes."

"Ya like 'im, Blasta, admit et!" said Jazz as he poked his friend's arm.

Blaster shushed him with a hue on his cheeks, then he poked his chest compartment, "Ya too, hush."

Jazz grinned madly, "Ay knew ya an' "Sounders" had ay history en da past, but Ay didn' think when he defected ya would get attracted."

"Things happen." said Blaster, the purple hue darkening.

The ex-saboteur chuckled, "Does he know?"

"Startin' to interrogate meh? Well, then. No, he doesn't. He probably doesn't think of meh more than just his friend."

Jazz shrugged, "Ay dunno, things happen."

"Usin' mah own words against meh. Harsh, mah mech, harsh."

"Et's what Ay do."