Title: Play-Time
Rating: K
Continuity: Movieverse
Characters: Annabelle Lennox, Sarah Lennox, Optimus Prime, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 3. "Small is beautiful"
March 9, 2013
"Annabelle!" Sarah Lennox cried as she ran forward. The massive Prime held stock still as the human mother rushed up to his pedes. "Optimus Prime! I'm so sorry, I-"
"It is nothing to worry over, Mrs. Lennox," he said, slowly lowering himself. In his hand sat a tiny, three-year-old Annabelle Lennox, clapping happily as the giant Autobot lowered her to the ground and her mother. "It has been quite a long time since a sparkling has sought me out. It was a welcome relief from work."
"I..." Sarah Lennox trailed off as she picked up her child and examined her for any injuries. The toddler was perfectly fine, though, uninjured in any way. Actually, she was quite frustrated with her removal from the hand of the Prime.
Jazz chuckled, startling all of them as he dropped from the rafters. "Looks like yer still jus' 's 'tractive t' th' younglin's, Prime."
"What?" Sarah asked when she recovered from the shock the sudden appearance of the silver mech had caused.
"Prime's always 'tractin' th' younglin's. Think it's th' Matrix 'r somethin', but... no matter where he goes, he's always surrounded by littlies. Don't matter what species, if they's organic or mechanical or what." The saboteur smiled as he bent down and very, very gently tapped Annabelle on the head with a sharp digit. "Ah've been waitin' fer one'a yer younglin's t' find him fer a while now. Unfort'nately, there aren't many on base."
"No," the human woman murmured as her daughter giggled and grabbed at Jazz's four-fingered hand. The saboteur humored her, allowing the child to bend his digits as she wished as she chanted "'and, 'and, 'and!"
Optimus Prime's engine rumbled happily. "I have no objections toward younglings seeking me out. The young of any species are valuable, and I find all of them to be worth the time."