(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly, Angel, and any other OC's I've blended into the mixture.)
(Authors Note: Hello dearest readers, fellow writers, fangirls, fanboys, and TF fans of every race, gender, nation, genera, and faction! First of all, I'm so, so, so sorry for not uploading new content sooner but life has been keeping me busy lately. I've mostly been working on my movieverse Transformers FF 'Bleu Lambos', so if you haven't read it yet, feel free to do so. Also, I've been working on my newest FF based off the movie 'A Monster In Paris', so if you've seen that film, then you might enjoy reading it :). On a side note, as much as I want to write more chapters, I'm going to be putting this story on a temporary hiatus as I've been asked to return back to work out at sea next week and will be gone for the next five months or so. Now, that doesn't mean I'm gonna forget about this story. Oh no. Far from it. I intend to work on it (and my other FF's) offline while I'm away because I can't get good internet out at sea, and there's not much else to do during my free time. Regardless, thank you all so much for the continued support and inspiring comments. Until I post again, stay safe, stay sane, and stay awesome!)
"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom/Soundwave's speech"
[:Angel/Ravage speech:]
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
Chapter 25
As the winter months slowly rolled by, Filly was growing increasingly bored with having to stay indoors all the time. Of course, she knew this was primarily for her safety as the Autobots didn't want to risk her getting captured by the Decepticons again. If that were to happen, the likelihood of her being swiftly rescued would be slim. Not that she wouldn't be recovered, but rather, the Cons would ensure that she would never be left unattended while incarcerated. And who knows what sort of pain she would be subjected to the next time.
No.
None of the Autobots wanted that for her. She was too innocent and precious; they couldn't bear the thought of her suffering at the servos of the Cons again. Or worse.
At the moment, said youngling was curled up within Jazz's sparkling hold. As much as she was assured that she was back within the Ark and safe, she still had nightmares from her short time among the Decepticons. Her processor was filled with images of glowing red optics and the pain of having her winglets torn off her frame. However, whenever Jazz placed her within his sparkling hold, she was enveloped in warmth and safety as he would send her comforting pulses and assure her that everything would be alright.
And if Jazz wasn't available, Prowl would hold her against his chassis and rub the space between her winglets until she calmed down and fell back into recharge. As much as he hated that she was having these nightmares, he did enjoy the additional bonding. Of course, all the Autobots were more than willing to care for the young femme whenever her creators were unavailable or needed some time to themselves. While Filly was their whole world, they sometimes needed time to be together without having to worry about her accidentally walking in on them during their more intimate moments.
Prowl was currently sitting at his desk when he glanced over to see Jazz casually lying atop the berth and reading a date pad while his servo gently rubbed over his chassis where their youngling peacefully recharged within his sparkling hold. A smile graced his handsome face while his visor reflected the light from overhead. As much as he wanted to continue focusing on his current task, the SIC was finding it difficult to do so at this time: Jazz was just too alluring and he was becoming aroused at the suggestive nudges he was sending him through their bond.
::See something ya like Prowler?::
::Is that a trick question?::
::I don't know. Is it?:: The TIC glanced up from his data pad and lightly smirked at his sparkmate, making his doorwings twitch. ::Ya know, if I didn't have our youngling inside ma sparklin' hold, I'd be all over ya right now.::
::Oh really?::
::Mhmm::
::Well, you could ask if she would like to stay with Bluestreak or Smokescreen for a while. I'm sure either of them would gladly watch her and I know Angel would accompany her wherever she goes.::
::True.:: He then sent Smokescreen a message, asking if he'd watch over Filly for a while, to which he agreed. Following this, he got up from the berth (with Angel emerging from Filly's room and following behind him) and headed over to his quarters where he greeted them at the door.
"Evening Jazz. Angel. Is everything alright?"
"Oh yea, everything's fine. Prowler an' I have just been itching for some 'alone time' lately and hoped you wouldn't mind having Filly an' Angel here over for a few groons."
"You know I don't mind it in the slightest," he replied with a smile. "I'm guessing she's inside your sparkling hold?"
"Yep. Poor femme had another nightmare an' asked to recharge next to ma spark for a little while. She's been in there for the last three groons, so I think she'll be okay if I transfer her outta ma sparklin' hold and into yours."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," he stated as he shifted his chassis and opened his own sparkling hold while Jazz did the same, to which he then gently removed the small femme and placed a kiss upon her helm before handing her over to her Uncle.
Smokescreen gently placed her within the warm cavity of his chassis and closed it back up while sending Filly an array of soothing pulses through their family bond.
"Thanks Smokey, Prowler an' I owe ya one."
He shook his helm and waved it off, "No thanks are necessary. You know I'm more than happy to look after Filly whenever it's convenient for you two."
"Still, thank you." He then smiled down at the large cyberdog, "You an' Smokey here keep our lil' femme safe, alright."
She gave him a nod of understanding before wagging her tail as he gently rubbed the top of her helm. With his daughter safe, Jazz then headed back to his room where Prowl was patiently waiting for him.