Before I get started, this jumps back to Jazz and Prowl. In this chapter, we are introduced to another OC. She is a mean, vicious gal who was (if I remember correctly-this OC is not mine, she belongs to Optronix Prime) in a romantic relationship with Jazz way back when. She and Jazz were together before the first war in a group known as the Underground. Jazz left Krystal to join the Autobot cause, fell in love with Prowl and had Pixie. Krystal hates Prowl for bonding with Jazz and wants to make Prowl's life a living hell.

If people would like, I can upload onto deviantart drawings of these characters.

I also threw in a surprise for the people who love JazzxProwl.

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Chapter Nineteen

Time passed and now, Jazz tucked Pixie into her berth, humming her a lullaby as she listened with a smile. The youngling giggled as her middle was tickled and she snatched her bear from Jazz's servos, "Boo likes yer singin', Daddeh!"

Jazz chuckled, "Ay know he does." he leaned down and pecked her crest, "Now, Ay want mah lil princess ta recharge an' wake up en tha morning brighter than tah-day."

Pixie nodded, "Yesh, Daddeh."

The mech tapped his cheek, "Gimme ay good night's kiss ta chase away tha demons from mah dreams."

She giggled, pecking his cheek before settling into her blankets. "Meh tah!" she received a kiss.

Jazz chuckled, nuzzling his creation before he straightened and headed towards her door, "Sweet dreams, babeh."

Jazz sighed, plopping in berth and snuggling closely into his mate, "She's growin' up tah fast fer mah likin'."

Prowl nodded as he pet the black helm with his servo. They expanded their fields to mix together, loving and affectionate pulses wavering. His white and black mate said softly, "Well, in several groons we'll have a new little bundle of joy in our arms."

The ex-saboteur grinned as Prowl's white servo rubbed his chestplates, the metallic plating beginning to show signs of swelling. The mech purred, nuzzling Prowl's cheek, speaking, "Dat weh will, but guess what, love."

The other hummed in question, interest spiking in his field, "What shall I guess?"

"So ya know how Ay went ta Nix, right?" Prowl nodded and Jazz continued, "Tha lil spark split enta two." the white and black mech paused, allowing this news to sink in.

"Into two?"

Jazz nodded, "Ay'm carryin' twins."

At the mention of twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came into his mental view to which the mech wiped away in an instant. He reminded himself that not all the twins were the same; these were his twins with Jazz and not those terrorizing creatures that claim to be Cybertronian. A smile formed on his lips before the mech's silence was too long and he pressed a kiss to his mate's lips, "That is spectacular!"

Jazz chuckled, "Ay expected somethin' totally different than dat."

"Because you were waiting for me to create a dramatic scene," Prowl rolled his optics with a lopsided grin, "These are our twins, Jazz. Mine and yours, not those barbarians."

The ex-saboteur smiled, his dentas flashing, "Just ours. Now, weh hafta get ta slept b'fore weh stay up tah late." the mech snuggled underneath the covers, frame curling up into Prowl's side. The other chuckled, wrapping his arm around his mate.

"Good point, love." he placed a tender kiss to his helm. "Recharge well."

"Ya tah, babeh."

Their night, however, was interrupted halfway.

Pixie was whimpering in her room before she released a high-pitched scream. Both mechs jolted awake and pounced to their pedes, running out the door to their creation's room.

"Pixie!" Prowl immediately said as he burst into her room; her room was empty and the berth covers were in shambles upon the floor. Boo, the bear Jazz had imported from Earth, was lonely on her pillow and gazing at the window. The window was wide open, thin fabric flowing with the wind.

Jazz's visor blanched out as he and Prowl frantically searched outside, poking their helms out the window.

"There!" Prowl pointed to the retreating black figure that ran down the street.

Before the Enforcer knew it, Jazz was crawling out of the window and jumped from their second floor and into their backyard, oblivious that he was carrying in his first stage. Prowl followed suit, but he used the from door instead and in moments, he caught up to his mate that had captured the mech and pinned him against the alley wall.

"Who are ya?!" Jazz demanded and he slammed the unknown mech, "Where es mah femme?!"

The mech growled, spitting in the mech's faceplate, "Like I would tell you!"

Jazz snarled, his visor switching from blue to red, "Ef ya value yer spark, ya would tell meh!" he slammed a hard fist into the mech's abdomen area repeatedly, "Speak er et gits worse!"

"I've been treated worse!"

That was an open invitation for Jazz to helm-butt the mech-the other cried out as the back of his helm collided with the metal walls behind him-and proceed to beat him senseless with furious fists. He dropped the mech onto the floor with a fast trip, kicking him against the wall, then held him down with a pede as he reached for his arm and pulled the limb back harshly to the point it almost broke. The mech couldn't release a scream as it remained lodged in his intake before he sputtered, "Is th-that t-the worst y-you can do?"

Jazz pulled the arm until it snapped. He straddled him, drawing out a scalpel and proceeded to strip off the armor on his forearms. He pressed the blade of the scalpel against sensitive wires, cutting them loose; the mech howled and squirmed.

"Ya gonna talk, fragger?!" Jazz snarled as he cut into his fuel lines.

The other said nothing and Jazz stabbed the scalpel into the mech's forearm.

"WHO SENT YA?!"

"Krystal has her! I-I-I c-came with a-a mech and h-he took her to Krystal! I-I wa-was a de-decoy!" he shrieked. At the mention of the designation, Jazz tensed.

No, it couldn't be. How had she known about Pixie? Unless... they were being watched by the wretched, jealous fiend.

"Does tha Underground exist?!"

The mech vigorously nodded, "S-Same pl-place as ever!"

"Why did she want mah lil femme?!"

The mech whined painfully, "I do-don't know... I j-just take orders!" Jazz growled, unconvinced, and he shifted the scalpel; the mech howled, "She wants to get rid of everything you've done with your mate! She intends to kill her!"

Prowl froze, his spark skipping several pulses as his orb sputtered. Kill Pixie? NO! That could not happen! A heavy wave rushed up to smack Prowl, his knees almost giving out and buckling.

Jazz snarled, removing the scalpel, "Ova mah dead spark will she. Yer time es done." he ran the blade of the scalpel into his chest, puncturing his spark. The color left the mech and he became limp in astroseconds. The ex-saboteur did not take his time to stand, whirling around to face his mate; his visor glowed vividly as he spoke, "Go back home an' don' let anythin' en. Ay'm goin' ta git Pixie."

Prowl grabbed Jazz's forearms before the mech could disappear, "Jazz, you're carrying, let me."

Jazz tensed as realization struck him, yet he replied, "Ay'm tha onleh one dat can fight Krystal an' her mechs. Dey can overpower ya, Prowl, en one move. Dey don' fight fair an' neither do Ay an' Ay know how ta git en their hideout. Go home an' wait fer meh."

Defeated, Prowl nodded.

He watched his mate-ready to spill energon-leave the area, transforming in the dark streets and speeding off in the opposite direction. He felt their bond shut with a quick, "Ay love ya," before it went dark. Obeying his mate's terse orders, Prowl returned home, leaving the dead frame in the alley. The mech felt a little uneasy about being left alone at home while Jazz went to chase after someone who had kidnapped their daughter.

Krystal was her name. He remembered her vaguely from Jazz's memories when they bonded, the feline-bot that had once been Jazz's lover before he left her for the Autobot cause. She was the same femme he had run into at the medical facility not too long ago. Krystal's words of caution chilled Prowl.

Watch your back, Prowl. You may not see me coming.

Prowl began to feel insecure as the darkness of his home no longer felt... safe. His spark sped up its pulse and he hastily made way into his berthroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. The mech found himself panting, resting his helm against the secured door, his wings twitching nervously.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Vents hitched in less than an astrosecond and he stiffened, not daring to pivot to see the figure lounging on his and Jazz's berth.

"I warned you, Prowl. You've locked yourself in here with me as your company." her voice was shrill and it sung within Prowl's audios. There was the sound of shifting and Prowl turned his helm a fraction, warily watching Krystal lower her helm into the pillow and take a whiff, "How does it feel? To sleep with Jazz? Make love to him? I assume he rests here considering your bleach smell is on the other pillow. Isn't he amazing?"

Prowl bared his dentas at the femme, replying, "What we do is none of your business. How long have you been here?"

She chuckled, rubbing her face into Jazz's pillow, "You are an oblivious mech, Prowl. I was in your berthroom the moment you and Jazz stepped out." Then, all playful tone was gone and replaced by a bitter, hateful tone, "You and your brat will die tonight. I will assure you of that."

"We have done nothing to you, Krystal." Prowl growled.

She hissed, "That is where you are wrong, Prowl. You took Jazz away from me and mated with him, producing a spawn that is yours! Jazz is mine!"

The mech watched her crawl forward and stand-she was no taller than Prowl's chest-before him; Prowl's servo went to the pad that opened the door and attempted to unlock it, but Krystal pressed him against the door with brute strength. Her visor glowered into Prowl's optics and the mech could see the hatred beneath the femme's surface.

"You will pay, Prowl. Right here, right now."

Pixie whimpered, cowering in the corner of the cage she was in and curled up tightly in a fetal position. There was a mech outside of her cage, laughing as he poked the metal bars, saying, "Wait until you see our surprise, little femme. When the boss comes back, she's split you open like roadkill and gut you like killed game."

The youngling cried, covering her visor, "Lemme alone! Go 'way!"

"It's a pity," he slid a servo between the bars and reached for Pixie's leg to pull in his direction, "I could have used a toy, even for just a moment."

Pixie shrieked, kicking the mech's servo, "Don' touch meh! Mommeh! Daddeh!"

He laughed, "Scream all you want, no one will hear you." he grabbed one of her legs and Pixie screeched, her small servos grabbing a pipe outside of her cage to hold on. "Feisty little thing, are you? Come on, all I want is a little feel."

The mech pulled out his servo from the between the bars and slid his servos between the bars above her cage, stopping at his forearms, and grabbed her leg. With his free servo, he rubbed her thigh and stroked her panel.

"DADDEH!" hot tears ran down her cheeks as she cried for her Sire, clearly not liking the molestion.

The mech shushed her mockingly, continuing to rub before he received a frantic comm, ::He's coming! He's coming! Take the femme and run! Krystal will kill us if she is recovered!::

Dammit, the mech thought.

He pulled away his servos, much to Pixie's delight, and grabbed the handle of the cage. He padded the code out of the execution room through the emergency exit and ran down the darkened hall. Pixie continue to cry and the mech felt her field flare with a distress pattern. He shook the cage and snapped at the youngling, "Shut up!"

The dimmed lights in the hall in front of him began to shut off; one by one, they sputtered their light before he was left alone in the dark with Pixie crying in the cage and calling for her Sire. Once again, he shook the cage, "SHUT UP!"

Rapid pedefalls came in his direction and the mech turned around, meeting a blood red visor coming in his direction and a hard force struck him down. Unable to see, the mech thrashed around, but a firm pede held him down against the floor and pressed into his chest.

"Daddeh!" Pixie cried, her visor barely giving her enough night vision.

The mech on the floor grunted, accessing his comm, ::I need immediate back up!:: No response. He tried again, ::Who is not dead?!::

Servos grabbed his armor and swung him into the wall, then a servo grabbed his throat. Jazz's enraged voice whispered, "Ya neva speak ta mah child like dat."

The mech's vents hitched as something cold ran through his middle, mouth opening to emit a scream, but none came out.

Pixie huddled within the cage, hearing the sickening sound of internals being slashed and a husk collapse to the floor. Through the darkness, she saw the red visor turn in her direction and the pedefalls approached her. The youngling whimpered, "Daddeh?"

"Et's meh, Pixeh. Ay've gotcha." said Jazz ask he knelt down, servos feeling the cage for the opening latch. He opened the door and reached in for his creation, pulling her out with trembling servos. "They won't hurt ya, babeh."

Pixie latched herself onto Jazz's neck, burying her face in his cables. She cried as she gripped him tightly, "Ay was so scared, daddeh. Tha bad mech touched me an' Ay was scared!"

Jazz stiffened, "How did 'e touch ya, babeh?"

She hiccuped, "'E-E t-touched mah l-legs."

A furious rev came from Jazz's engine, his chestplates opening his sparkling chamber. Jazz nudged her encouragingly to enter despite it would be a snug fit. Pixie crawled in, plastering her wings closely to her spinal strut and curled up tightly as the mesh filled the spaces in between. The plating closed, sealing her away as Jazz said softly, "'E won't hurt ya. Ay made sure o' dat, babeh."

He felt her trembling slowly subside and her lips latch onto a feeding nub inside of the sparkling chamber. The youngling was weaned long before, but Jazz allowed her to guzzle down the sparkling grade; the mech was grateful Pixie had not yet received her updates for a larger chassis, thus, enabling her to fit in his chamber.

"Let's go home, Pixeh."

The youngling agreed with a pulse in her field.

Jazz had kept the bond closed, but when a flash of strong pain rammed itself through the blockade, the ex-saboteur screeched to a halt, tires leaving marks on the road. Something was severely wrong. He opened the bond fully and he immediately called for his mate, [[Prowler?! What was dat?]]

[[Krystal...]] then, the bond went silent.

[[Prowl! Hang en dere, babeh! Don' ya leave meh!]] he said into the bond as he transmitted a quarter of his spark energy to his mate before opening a comm to Optronix, ::NIX! Ay need immediate assistance, Ay know et's late, but Krystal harmed Prowl an' Primus knows what she did ta him!::

The femme on the other end responded, ::What the frag, Jazz! What happened? I'm on my way, don't worry.::

::Ay dunno what happened! She organized ta take mah kid an' keel 'er an' Prowl. Prowl ain't offline, othawise, Ay would have let ya know ta take care o' Pixeh. Ay broke enta da Underground ta reclaim Pixeh an' now Ay feel Prowl en pain.:: replied the ex-saboteur.

::Keep a monitor of his spark with yours and assure you hang onto his spark as hard as you can. I'll be in your house in a less than five breems.:: then, she disconnected.

Pixie sensed her Sire's despair and she pressed against the mesh walls of the chamber.

"Et's alright, Pixeh. Everythin' will beh alright." he assured her as he continued to drive down the straight roads, pressing on his accelerator.

The mech arrived home, jumping into his bipedal mode in an instant. He entered his home and immediately called, "NIX!"

Her voice came from his quarters, "In here, Jazz!"

The ex-saboteur made haste as he entered his room and the first thing he saw was the written work on the wall. Painted in energon, the glyphs read, Always watching. His spark skipped a beat and Jazz tore his visor away from the wall and to Nix where she was looming over Prowl's unmoving figure laid at the foot of the wall. The stench of energon suddenly hit his nasal receptors and his ridge scrunched; he came to notice an astrosecond later Prowl was laying in his own bodily fluids. Jazz felt the floor rush to him as he knelt down, spark pinching and tears threatened to pool in his optics. He forced them back, he could not be a sobbing storm-not right now. The mech, however, felt helpless, servos trembling.

"He's going to need an energon transfusion and fast. Comm one of his brothers and order them to immediately head to the medical facility. Be sure to have them wait at the emergency room. I've sent out a comm to First Aid to help me transport Prowl." said the femme as she mended up his torn frame, tossing aside his battered armor to reveal the damage to his protoform. Nasty fatal wounds were mended, but so many sensitive wires and cables were damaged. "I suggest you leave Pixie with Bluestreak. Prowl will need you there close to him; he'll need surgery and you need to be there in case his spark plummets. Pixie doesn't need to see this."

Jazz rubbed his chest where Pixie was currently residing; he did not know if she could hear what was going on, but Optronix made many points. Pixie could not see this.

He sent out a comm to Smokescreen, ::Smokey, wake up! Et's en emergency!::

Mumbles came from the other end, ::Jazz? Does you realize the time?::

::Yes, Ay do! Ay need ya ta git yer aft ta da medical facility an' meet meh en da emergency room because some crazy-ass slag happened an' Prowl needs en immediate energon transfusion!:: Jazz did not pause to take a quick vent, spewing out so much for Smokescreen to take in.

::I'm getting up! Would you like Blue to come with me?:: there was a sudden urgency in his voice as the other Praxian stumbled out of his covers and exited his room.

::No, Ay'm leavin' Pixeh wit 'im. Ay'll beh there en ay wink an' meet up wit'cha at da facility.:: he said before cutting the comm.

"Jazz, First Aid is outside. Help me carry Prowl out." said Optronix.

The mech nodded, slipping his servos under his mate and lifting him up with utter delicacy. Jazz did not realize he was crying until he set Prowl inside of First Aid's carriage and Optronix hopped in next to him.

"Quickly drop her off and go to the facility." ordered the CMO and she closed the doors of the ambulance. First Aid drove off with a wail of his sirens and flashing lights.

"Smokey, what's going on?" asked the very much confused gunner.

The older Praxian barely had time to explain as he quickly rushed, "Jazz sent me a comm stating that I need to be at the medical facility because Prowl needs an immediate transfusion. There's a freak accident that needs to be yet explained. Stay put, Blue. Jazz is going to leave Pixie in your care."

Bluestreak hardly had the time for it all to sink into his processor before Smokescreen was out the door, transformed, and speeding away. When it did, the gray and red Praxian looked around confused and completely lost.

"Prowl was in a freak accident?" coolant began to form in his optics as he whimpered. The twins stepped towards him, collecting the gunner into their arms and holding him tightly. Bluestreak buried his faceplate into Sideswipe's chest and continued to whimper.

The red twin rubbed their mate's helm, "Prowl's a tough cookie, Blue. He'll pull through with whatever he's in. You'll see. He'll be back on his pedes in no time."

Bluestreak sniffled, "I hope so. He can be an aft... but he's still my brother. I don't want anything bad happening to him."

Sideswipe opened his mouth to say something, but the screech of tires indicated that Jazz was right outside. Bluestreak broke away from the twin's hold and made way to the door, opening it and spotting Jazz running up the walk to his home. The visored mech had Pixie in his arms, crying softly and hiccuping. Words were not exchanged as Jazz set his creation in the other Praxian's arms and hastily turned on heel. Bluestreak briefly watched Jazz jump into his vehicle mode and screech away before turning his gaze towards the small femme.

"Un-Un-Uncle B-Blue..." she hiccuped, "Ay'm s-s-scared."

He cradled her closely to his chest and kissed her crest, "I know, sweetspark. Me too. Let me get you a warm drink and you can recharge with me, alright?"

She nodded, nestling comfortably against Bluestreak's chest; his build was similar to her Carrier's, thus, made it easier for her to curl up against. Bluestreak stepped inside, the doors shutting and locking automatically, and headed for their kitchenette. The Lamborghini twins stood by, their optics on Pixie. They had not seen their niece-they bonded with Bluestreak, thus, making her their niece-and the mechs could see the mix of Jazz and Prowl within her. They were slightly startled to see her visor move in their general direction, brightening slightly in curiosity.

"Uncle Blue... who are dey?" she asked rather small, their incredible builds slightly intimidating.

Bluestreak looked up from the stove wear he was heating up some energon for them to drink and he smiled, "They are my mates, Pixie. Sideswipe is the red one and Sunstreaker is the golden one." Sunstreaker almost beamed as Bluestreak said "golden." The red twin waved enthusiastically at the youngling with a bright smile and Pixie giggled as she wiped the drying tears on her cheeks.

"Ya bonded? When? Does mah Carrier know?" came her questions.

Bluestreak smiled, setting Pixie on his hip, "I bonded not too long ago and Prowl doesn't know. I'm going to tell him, okay?"

Pixie nodded with a small smile, "Ay won' tell. Nat even Boo."

The gunner chuckled, "Alright, there's a good femme."

Pixie was nodding off after a cube of warm energon and she yawned, curling further into the blanket and pillows she was laid on. Bluestreak smiled sleepily as he took Pixie into his arms and traveled from the living room into his berthroom with the twins in tow. Sunstreaker shut off the holo-vid and the lights behind the others. Pixie held onto the gunner as he crawled onto the large berth and laid comfortably underneath the covers. She tucked her wings closely to her spinal strut, Bluestreak copying her example, as she nestled into her uncle's chest. Sideswipe's broad chest gently brushed Pixie's backplating and she wriggled with a small giggle. The space became closed as Sideswipe's arm pulled the gunner as close as he could to his frame without squeezing the youngling. Sunstreaker spooned their mate, snaking his arm around Bluestreak's waist. The smaller mech sighed happily, feeling safe and secure in their hold.

"Good night, Pixie." said Bluestreak softly as he pressed a kiss to her helm. He received a peck to his chest from the youngling with the same night's blessing. She also yawned a good night to her new uncles. Sideswipe responded cheerily as Sunstreaker mumbled his reply. With Pixie in his hold, Bluestreak smiled as he said to his mates through their bond, [[How many creations should we have?]]

Sunstreaker said nothing as Sideswipe replied, [[Whatever number Primus sends us.]]

What a way to meet her uncles. :P