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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation	By : TheGatekat Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 11: First Contact

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Jazz collapsed back on the berth, the aftermath of overload still dancing over his plating and his systems working to cool his frame, valve still rippling around the thick spike that filled him and added more of Prowl to the sparkling protoform he was beginning to build. He tilted his head, accepting the gentle, lazy kiss from his mate before Prowl pulled out and settled on the berth beside his bonded.
For several kliks they simply stayed like that, fields blended and merged, sharing the warm comfort that was being in the other's presence. Then Prowl shifted, producing a stashed cube of energon and pointedly offered it to his mate, ever attentive to his bonded's needs. The younger mech accepted it with a brush of thanks, manouvering to lean against his mate, the emotion over the open bond shifting to one of contemplative reflection as he refueled.
"Have you thought of any designations for our first creation?" Prowl asked softly, wrapping his arms around Jazz's still-small waist to draw him close.
"A little bit." Jazz replied, easy and relaxed in Prowl's arms. "Still seems a little early though, not knowing if it's mech or femme, or anything about who it is going to be."
"True," Prowl agreed, nuzzling him affectionately. "Though we do know it will be quite active."
Jazz grunted softly in agreement, the cube of energon in his hand an indication of just how active the newspark already was, placing heavy demands on its carriers energy levels as it gained mass and strength.
"Keepsafe said the protoform is starting to form." Jazz commented, thinking back to the check-up early that orn, and the new set of warnings that had come with it. More slowing down as his frame shifted and changed to accommodate the growing physical mass it was constructing. The different but just as intense demands that were going to be made of him; more solid food, more supplements, more recharge and much more energon.
She'd also, gently, warned him to refuse Prowl's interfacing advances if he was too low on energy or otherwise not feeling up for it. It was a warning Jazz had a difficult time believing was necessary. Prowl never pushed him, and he was always in the mood.
"Good," Prowl rumbled, his excitement at the stage beginning resonating through every part of him and into Jazz. "I know it has been annoying for you, but it will be well worth it."
"I know." Jazz nuzzled at him affectionately, infected by his mate's excitement. "What about you? Have you been thinking of what to call our creation?"
"A few, of course," Prowl chuckled at the light jab at his own obsessive detailed planning over everything. "Depending on build and probable function."
"And I going to have to tease these out of you as well?" Jazz pushed playfully, content as the energon hit his tanks and started fueling his system once more. "Skysong."
"I do like it," Prowl nuzzled him. "Quickstrike, Windsong, Tandem, Elegance."
"Windsong." Jazz repeated the designation, slowly testing it. He liked it...then the pattern of his field shifted again, almost hesitant as he offered another possibility. "Bladesong?"
"Bladesong?" Prowl repeated, curious at his mate's hesitance.
"For your creator." Jazz offered softly, by way of explanation.
Prowl hummed pleasantly and nuzzled him, a flicker of honor-thanks drifting across his field. "And the '-song'?"
"My carrier's designation was Sparksong." Jazz said quietly, the name invoking half remembered images and hazy emotions of a creator he had known for a very short time.
"I like it," Prowl smiled and kissed the side of Jazz's helm.
Against Jazz's spark a pulse of approval came, only it wasn't from Prowl. For a moment Jazz lay there, trying to pinpoint the source, only for wonder-awe-surprise to flare across the bond.
"Think the discussion's over." He commented, voice a touch shaky.
Prowl made a curious sound, the bond pulsing with his exploration.
"She likes that one." Jazz said, helm falling to lean on Prowl's shoulder as he nudged his mate in the direction of the feeling.
Though it was only the barest whisper of a sensation, one felt through Jazz rather than on its own, Prowl smiled and shivered in delight. "Then Bladesong it is," he tipped Jazz's helm back to kiss him soundly, the bond flooding with his love-adoration-respect.
Jazz enjoyed the kiss, drawing it out until they broke apart and he snuggled against his mate, still investigating that hint of awareness against his spark now, and the wonder he felt at it.
Prowl gave him the time, enjoying simply holding his mate close and the pure joy of Jazz's happiness at this new stage of the life they were creating together.
~Thank you, my love,~ Prowl whispered across the bond. ~For giving us and this a chance.~
Jazz's hand reached out, seeking and finding Prowl's to weave their fingers together as love poured across the bond for Prowl and their creation.
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Jazz moved air through his vents slowly, controlled, as he slid smoothly from motion to motion. He was no longer able to spar or do any sort of anything strenuous or taxing. Keepsafe had approved the slow exercise on the grounds they provided more benefit than risk and only after getting Jazz's word that he would stop at the first sign that he was overdoing anything.
The additional failsafe of Jazz never really being alone meant that he could practice as he pleased, and the young mech figured he might as well practice while he could.
"You're slipping again." A gentle voice commented from the corner of the room, Steelplate's red optics fixed firmly on the frame of his once again charge. With the meeting that Prowl had to attend this afternoon not calling for the presence of his carrying bonded, it had fallen to the guardian mech to be Jazz's 'keeper', a task the large mech did not mind in the least.
He watched as Jazz caught the mistake and corrected the form, going still for a moment as he re-centered himself mentally and once more compensated for some adjustment in the internal distribution of his frame weight. Even this was good practice for the battlefield, where frame alterations often occurred at the worst time and not with the consent of the one suffering the alteration. Re-balanced, the young mech finished the sequence admirably, falling into a rest position and a short meditation before rising.
Steelplate started to stand, intending to fetch Jazz's energon, only to have the younger mech move faster. "I'll get it."
The large mech growled, though the sound carried no real irritation as he watched his charge refuel. "What did Keepsafe say the last time you saw her?"
"That the spark is strong and healthy, and that my frame's finished rearranging to accommodate the basis of the protoform already starting." Jazz replied, the small note of pride and excitement enough to bring a small smile to his mentor's features and encourage that line of conversation.
"And have the two of you started discussing designations?"
"Bladesong." The nod of approval was enough that Jazz continued, visor glowing playfully. "And she approves."
"She...?" It took only a moment for that to actually register, Steelplate honestly surprised but truly delighted. "You can already feel her."
Jazz nodded again, and Steelplate allowed his attention to wander a moment as he processed all the information and compared it to his past experience as a guardian, only to have it focus and sharpen as Jazz swayed and his EM field dipped in intensity. "Are you feeling all right?"
The smaller grounder caught himself, focusing after a moments effort and offering a reassuring smile as he checked his systems. "I think so. "
His energy levels weren't low enough he should be reacting like that, and certainly nowhere close too critical. Still, he drank a long draught of the energon. "This should help."
Steelplate paused, giving him a moment until he swayed dangerously again. Quick, strong hands reached out to steady him. ::Keepsafe, I am concerned for Lord Jazz. He is very unsteady and energon is not helping.::
::I will be right there,:: the House healer replied, pinging him for their location.
"Keepsafe will be here shortly," Steelplate said quietly, his tone and field soothing as well as insistent as he helped Jazz lay on a couch in the common room.
Jazz shook his helm, as though that would help for some reason. He couldn't understand why he felt so weak. "Thank you." he murmured, weak field grateful for the support his mentor was offering. He was also grateful for the privacy of his quarters.
~Jazz?~ Prowl's presence in his spark was at a level that meant his full attention was on the bond.
~A little shaky, love.~ Jazz soothed him, attention turning inward as he answered his bonded. ~Keepsafe is already on her way. Steelplate is with me.~
~I am coming as well,~ Prowl said firmly. ~You should not be weak. We are doing everything correctly.~
~I was exercising. I probably just waited too long to refuel.~ Jazz said, prodding a little as he tried to figure out if Prowl was finished with the meeting and if he should try to convince his mate that he was fine.
He was distracted from the connection as Steelplate moved, making way as Keepsafe arrived.
~You're a better carrier than that,~ Prowl pointed out, the sense of him drawing rapidly closer clear in the bond. ~You would not risk our sparkling over fueling.~
Keepsafe didn't say a thing as she knelt by Jazz. She simply plugged into his medical port and began running a deep diagnostic.
The vote of confidence was met with a warm wash of affection and thanks from Jazz as he checked to make sure that Keepsafe had complete access to his systems. At the mention of their creation he also spared some attention to the place where he often felt the newspark, and was met with the same strong sense that he come to identify as her.
He looked at the medic curiously when he felt her withdraw, but there was only a smile on her faceplates. "You have done nothing wrong, Lord Jazz." She paused at the sound of Prowl's powerful, high-performance engine racing towards them, then the sound of a transformation sequence as he stood up from his alt mode inside the room.
"You are smiling," Prowl observed as he took in the three mecha there.
"Your first creation is an Aerial," she smiled up at him and stood. "Lord Jazz has had such difficulties because his systems are not prepared to support one without additional supplements."
"An Aerial?" Prowl repeated, stunned by the news.
Jazz was just as stunned, reaching out to Prowl across the bond as he worked on processing that. ~My carrier was an Aerial...~
But Prowl's creators were both grounders, and Jazz knew he took strongly after his sire, an intentional agreement between his creators to try and prevent any of their creations from inheriting the weaknesses that had plagued Sparksong.
Finally he just gave up to focus on the now, hand rising to rest over his spark as Prowl's processors caught up and joy flooded the bond. "So what is wrong, and what do I need to do?"
"An Aerial's protoform is composed of very different materials than most grounders," Keepsafe smiled as Prowl moved to embrace his bonded, utter joy radiating from him. "They also tend to have larger sparks relative to their size, though no one is completely sure of why. The second is why you felt weak while it was only a small new spark. Now that construction has begun in earnest, the protoform construction protocols are leaching what little of the material an airframe needs from your systems and demanding far more than you can naturally provide. The solution is to add all the minerals an airframe will need into your diet. Some can be dissolved in your energon, but most will need to be consumed as a solid wafer, or at the very least, powdered and mixed into confections and other foodstuffs."
Jazz leaned against Prowl, basking in his mate's approval and joy as he processed all of that quickly. It didn't sound difficult, at least not any more difficult than carrying had already been for him, once Keepsafe worked out all that he needed.
"And that's all she needs?" Jazz asked, wanting to be sure.
"Yes," Keepsafe nodded, delighted with how the pair took the news. "You are doing well with energon, rest and your checkups, so the additional supplements are all you should need."
"Why was this not discovered sooner?" Prowl asked, disconcerted by the fact that his mate had to suffer first.
"It was not being looked for," she apologized with the simple truth. "Despite both of you having a heritage that includes Aerials, and Seekers for Lord Prowl, the odds of this one being an Aerial, especially one with a light airframe, were astronomical."
~So are we beating the odds?~ Jazz asked his mate, amused now that he had been assured that their creation was doing well.
~Very much so,~ Prowl agreed after his tactical computer ran the numbers. ~Even if we had been trying to encourage it to be an Aerial, the odds are against it.~
General amusement fluttered across the bond as Jazz turned his attention to Keepsafe for a moment. "Do you need me to come in for more tests?"
"I would like you to now," she nodded. "Once I am sure of the supplements you will need to bring you back up to condition, your regular appointments should be sufficient."
Jazz nodded in understanding. ~Do you need to return to what you were doing, or are you coming?~ He asked his mate.
Prowl nuzzled him and guided Jazz to his pedes, offering all the support his unsteady mate needed. "I am coming," he said firmly.
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~Creator?~ A mental voice Jazz knew but didn't know caressed his processors from his spark as he rested while Prowl was working with Master Ziariace.
~Yes.~ Jazz responded instinctively, the urge nurture and protect that voice, that presence, as deep as any coding he possessed. Than it really registered what he was hearing, and Jazz's entire frame began to tremble as surprise and joy flared across the bond.
~Bladesong?~ He tried, tone warm and welcome and very gentle.
~Yes?~ the voice responded, not completely sure that was her designation, but inclined to believe so.
For the moment Jazz pretty much gave up on words, focusing all of his attention inward on the presence, sending all of the love and delight and want he could at her. ~Creation.~ He murmured gently.
~Yes,~ that she was certain of, basking in his emotions directed at her and sending her happiness in reply. ~I ... like ... my ... place-you-are-building-for-me.~
~Jazz?~ Prowl nudged on their bond, certain something had happened with the new spark, but uncertain as to what.
~Moment.~ Jazz sent to Prowl, acknowledging his mate but leaving the bulk of his attention focused elsewhere.
It took Jazz a moment to translate the image-thought into something that he could understand and process before answering her. ~I am happy you like it.~ Under the words was layered all of the emotion to reinforce them on the level the new spark was more familiar with conversing. His joy at speaking with her. Gladness that she was finding the protoform, her new body, compatible. And his joy as he put it all together that she had moved from the protective safety of his own spark chamber to the new frame.
Satisfied that it was going to take her a moment to work through that Jazz shifted more of his attention back to his bondmate. ~She's migrated love. And apparently she is already very opinionated. She approves of her frame.~ Waves of affection, wonder, and amusement accompanied the communication back to Prowl.
A wash of awe-pleasure came back instantly, then a warm wave of approval directed at Jazz, and amusement that their creation's first words included an opinion. ~It is good she likes her protoform.~
~Since it would be very problematic if she didn't, I agree.~ Jazz responded, thanks and the echoing amusement bouncing back. It was still a little shocking to everyone that Jazz was carrying an Aeriel- there had been a few rather dark questionings of the designation of Bladesong's creator again before they were firmly put down- but despite all of the additional stress it had created Jazz was rather proud of the fact.
~Are you done training?~ Jazz wasn't sure that Master Ziariace would forgive Prowl even this sort of distraction, and he didn't want to cause problems for later.
~Another joor,~ Prowl responded with an apology. ~This is wonderful news, love. We can celebrate when I return. Enjoy your first time with her.~
~That's sire?~ She asked, fairly sure of the identity even as she nudged the weaker bond she shared with Prowl that had flared with positive emotions.
~Yes,~ Jazz answered, sending a wave of affectionate approval over the bond between. ~He is happy too. But busy.~
She gave a contended hum and affectionate nuzzle across the bond, even as she tried to move the half built protoform, causing it to twist uncomfortably inside Jazz's abdominal cavity.
Jazz grunted softly, sighing to himself as he tried to settle more comfortably in his seat and resigning himself to the new discomfort. He had been warned about this as well. He was just grateful that she didn't have limbs to punch or kick with yet. That discomfort would be limited to the last metacycle.
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Jazz settled in his seat, relaxing in the warmth of the sun on his plating. It felt good, helping to counter the strain carrying was starting to place on his physical frame. Being outside, in his garden, with pleasant company, was doing wonders for his state of mind as well.
On one level it was frustrating to the young mech, who was used to being constantly active, up and about and doing. On another hand, sitting around and being able to think, even if it was being forced on him somewhat, was a new and not unpleasant experience.
Finally comfortable, his addressed his companion. "Thank you for coming out."
"It is my pleasure, Jazz," Metronome smiled over at him, her posture as flawless as her finish, yet her field, warm and relaxed, gave no doubt as to how much she was enjoying sitting in the sun in a private corner of the compound with someone she liked. "The protoform you are building must be fairly large. You are already showing."
Jazz sighed, hand running lightly over the abdominal plating that was starting to shift and change to make room for the protoform forming there. "Showing, yes. Starting to get clumsy and slow and awkward." The young mech grumbled, though there was no missing the deep love and affection in voice as he spoke.
"It is a small price to pay," she said wistfully, her optics caressing his form. "Perhaps one orn you can remind me it is worth it."
Curious gaze turned to rest on her, asking and offering to listen without demanding anything from her.
"I have not be able to carry for my Lord yet," she murmured, full of shame at the truth of it. "Yet we know it is not his spark since Coda was able to spark and carry Flashdrive, strong and healthy, only last vorn."
Jazz's field reached out in understanding and a small brush of sympathy. While the idea of carrying had been something he had dreaded, to others it was their dream and functioning, and if there was anything Jazz understood well it was having your hopes and dreams pulled out from under you.
"They have also been bonded for centuries." Jazz pointed out gently. "There's no reason to give up hope yet."
"I ... I hope to have more luck with my next bonded," she smiled shyly at him. "You are right. I am young. My spark is strong. Lords Bladedrift and Prowl have confirmed that I will bond again." She paused. "Please express my thanks to your bonded and how much I appreciate his efforts in presenting Kriemahni as a suitable bonded. No insult to Lord Prowl, yet I do like Kriemahni's company a great deal."
Jazz couldn't help but smile at her, the expression warm. "I shall make sure to do so. And I am happy for you. This can't be easy for someone with your background." he added softly, but completely sincere.
"No," she admitted very quietly. "I was created for this alliance. Raised to be Lord Bladedrift's mate, a carrier for his heirs. That I have not kindled in all the vorns we have tried ... a less kind Lord would have nullified the alliance and sent me back."
"The Lord has plenty of heirs and a strong alliance in your House. He would loose more than he would gain by sending you away." Jazz considered her thoughtfully. "Did you ever want to be anything else?"
Bright blue optics cycled. "This is what I was meant to be," she said quite firmly. "I want to be a creator. I want to carry many sparklings and watch them grow to be strong Praxians. Iacon is lovely, but Praxus is home."
Jazz shifted his frame around so that he could look at her better. "What was it like, growing up with that being your purpose?"
She paused, seeming to study a well-tended and shaped dwarf crystal tree for a long moment, truly thinking about the question and his frame of reference to the answer.
"I found it comforting to know my purpose and future from before I even separated. My carrier was so proud to be chosen to carry the future bonded to the Lord of the Shining Sun. My sire was pleased as well, or at least honored enough that it felt good. I was pampered in many ways. I was given the best education along side the Lord's creations. My upgrades were always of the finest quality by the best medics. Though I was not the Lord's creation, I received nearly as many benefits because of my status and the status of whom I was being raised to be with. I was even raised to favor the Praxian aesthetic, both physically and in art. I know their culture better than that of Iacon, where my creator's House is."
Jazz hummed softly as he processed all of that. "It is very strange to me." He admitted softly. "My functioning was not nearly as well defined, especially since by the time I separated it was confirmed that my elder brother would inherit the title."
Metronome nodded, humming thoughtfully. "If it is not too bold of me, may I ask why you never thought of bonding?"
"For a political alliance?" Jazz responded, wanting to be sure that he understood what she was asking before he answered the question.
"At all," she clarified demurely. "I remember you saying once that it was not something you had planned on."
Jazz nodded. "It was not that I never intended to bond, but it was something that I had only ever envisioned many centuries from now. Once it was discovered that I had an affinity for the martial arts and a warrior's coding my sire encouraged my interest and supported my training. The way of the noble class warrior had been the path of my functioning."
She considered that. "You must have made quite a powerful enemy to be entered into the matchmaker's files as a subservient mate, rather than what you were raised to be."
The young mech's helm tilted in a small nod of agreement. "My carrier returned to the Well not long after I separated. My sire's second bonded and I ... I was difficult." He finally concluded.
"Never a good thing to make an enemy of the ranking bonded," she murmured, her sympathy genuine. "Yet you seem to be happy with Prowl."
"I did not have high hopes when I came here." Jazz admitted, his field shifting into a feeling of true, warm affection for his bondmate without his realizing it as he thought about Prowl. "I had somewhat resigned myself to my fate. Prowl is nothing that I had expected, and nothing that I had feared."
"Primus was looking out for you," she smiled. "Prowl is a fine match for you."
"He is indeed." Jazz agreed softly, hand brushing over his spark and the small swell of the growing protoform, distracted by his own thoughts in the peace.
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Jazz's fingers clutched rhythmically at the soft mesh berth cover under him, his gasps mixed with panting moans. As much as he loved kissing Prowl as they interfaced, there was something intensely erotic about having his shoulders pressed to the berth by his mate's weight while his aft was in the air, getting pounded into. Their mingled fields meant he missed nothing of Prowl's reactions, and the panting moans next to his audial were enough to send shivers along his covered frame.
It was one of the few ways that was feasible to interface any more, with the growing protoform making everything he did more difficult and awkward, seemingly by the orn. While he mourned the variety in their interfacing, the ease of every orn activities and being able to recharge for more than a joor without being woken up by a shifting sparkling, every time he felt her through the bond, he knew it was worth it.
An up side was that his valve was even more sensitive, his systems wanting the material input from his mate.
"So good," Prowl moaned against his audial, his field running hot with the building charge.
Jazz whined in response, valve rippling and squeezing around the spike at just how good it felt washed back through meshed fields and over the bond. "Close." He whimpered, already feeling the first warnings of overload in his system.
Prowl's panting became ragged, his processors loosing control of his frame as the charge rushed through him, exploding across every system with a roar.
Jazz's cry of overload was loud and long as his hands clenched in the berth, charging leaping from his frame to Prowl's as one overload triggered another, pleasure echoing back and forth across the bond and gaining intensity as the energy peaked. The flood of Prowl's heavily charged transfluid into Jazz's valve pushed the intensity even higher, forcing him into a mild reboot as it crested and hit him with everything both of them had.
Jazz came back to full awareness feeling sated, tingling with pleasure and to the whispers of his mate claiming how good he was, how good it felt, how much he was loved.
Everything he needed and wanted as they shifted and he cuddled against his mate, everything he needed and wanted to hear being whispered in his audios and drifting across the open bond.
~Love you.~ He murmured across the bond, content in a way he had never even imagined was possible.
A burst of warm affection came from Prowl, then an impatient nudge came from their creation along with an unhappy roll of the protoform inside Jazz.
~Are you done yet?~ Bladesong grumbled at them.
Jazz buried his face in Prowl's shoulder and moaned very softly at the oddly sick feeling that spread through his frame with the motion, finally opening up the bond with his creation enough that feelings, emotions, and words could pass between them once more. ~Yes, brightspark. We're done.~
~Good.~ she sounded decidedly put-upon, causing Prowl to chuckle softly. ~My designation is Bladesinger, not Bladesong. How much longer until I can go outside?~
Jazz paused, amusement and surprise flowing over his bond with his mate at her declaration before he actually answered their creation. ~Two metacycles. A while yet.~
Bladesinger grumbled wordlessly at the answer, but otherwise accepted it. ~I want to fly.~
~Opinionated. She will be a strong leader if she learns to listen as well,~ Prowl chuckled to his mate. ~We will arrange for you to fly once you emerge and are strong enough to survive it,~ he told their creation firmly but with deep love and the same sensation of being willing to move the very planet and stars to keep his word.
Jazz couldn't help but smile at the pout he sensed underneath the acceptance. Acceptance that was only given because of the promise that she will eventually have what she wanted.
Slowly he shifted his frame to a better position, though one that still had him snuggled firmly against his mate's side. ~She'll be a good first creation. And a handful.~ Jazz suggested to his mate as affection spread across both bonds.
~Most strong warriors and skilled politicians are,~ Prowl purred, nuzzling him and gently stroking a hand over significantly repositioned abdominal plates.
~If you're done being mushy, construction is slowing,~ Bladesinger sent the expression of a glower at the pair, causing Prowl to laugh, deep and happily.
"We should feed you then, my love," he continued to chuckle even as he pinged Softlight to bring a cube and some of Jazz's special high-mineral cookies.
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Jazz bit back a groan, squirming on the medical separation berth even though he knew it wouldn't help as yet another component moved and rearranged. While separation wasn't supposed to be terribly painful, it wasn't pleasant or comfortable by any means and draining to the point of exhaustion on the carrier. For weaker models, it was not uncommon for the carrier to slip into unconsciousness well before the sparkling was clear of their frame. Jazz had learned, abet as a slight, that to do so here was a shameful thing. Even among their true political creations and mates from outside the House, the strength and endurance to make it through the separation and greet the sparkling fully aware was considered as important as how one handled being a carrier. Components had to shift and move to allow the sparkling a clear path to the outside world and separate functioning, and they did not always move in ways or orders that seemed to make sense.
The fact that Bladesinger was impatient to get out was not helping matters, the sparkling pushing at things that were often not quite ready to allow her through. A hard shove had Jazz hissing in pain, as he opened the bond with her. ~Patience, brightspark, please. This hurts enough without you helping it.~
She sent a wave of apology, even though it was heavily laced with her impatience. ~I'll try to be.~
Prowl stood by Jazz's helm, watching in utter fascination and no small amount of awe as the separation began in earnest. ~You are doing well, my love,~ he encouraged Jazz, pouring love and support, willingly taking a heavy share of the stress, pain and discomfort as his own.
His bondmate soaked up all of the offered love and support with thanks. ~Going to take forever for all of this to move back.~ Jazz complained softly, more to distract himself as the first abdominal plates moved out of the way and started to open the path for Bladesinger to emerge.
~You should be back to your pre-carrying figure in a decaorn,~ Prowl said softly, his optics locked on the transformations taking place. He had never witnessed it live before, and though he had been prepared with vids of the event and technical data, it was nothing like watching your first creation emerge from your bonded.
As though she could feel the approaching freedom the sparkling pushed again, causing her carrier to wince at the pressure being placed on his tank and armor plating at the same time. There was an audible change in the sound of Jazz's systems as they started working harder to keep up with the demands being placed on them.
There was a squeal of excitement across the bond and audibly when Bladesinger first registered a beam of light. Bright gold optics brightened and she renewed her struggles to reach the outside.
"Golden optics," Prowl whispered, delighted that she had inherited that family trait.
Jazz could only groan as he shuddered under Prowl's hand, his visor going dark as he struggled to concentrate and try to keep up with the pace Bladesinger was attempting, despite the warnings he had been given to let his systems move at their own pace.
While he wanted to meet and his hold their new creation as much as she wanted to be free, the pressure against his already sensitive abdominal plates was causing all of the pain sensors he wasn't allowed to disable to fire, sending waves of pain and distress through his frame.
A sharp, angry squawk dissolved into a keen as she clawed at the light, tearing minor cables and lines in his frame in her rush to squeeze through a space not really big enough for her.
Her helm finally free she paused her struggles briefly, looking up at her carrier and creator with a chir.
Jazz shifted his attention to her for a moment, vision coming online to take in his first sight of their first creation. His spark fluttered as he chirred softly in reply.
"Still, little one." He ordered when she started to move again, and with effort he found and forced the sequence that would fold the rest of his plating out of her way.
She chirred again, clicking and squealing in delight as she got an arm free and rested it on his plating to use for leverage in the next effort.
The worst of the process over, or so Jazz hoped now that she had a clear path, Jazz relaxed on the berth, content to let her work her way out at her own pace.
To no one's surprise, that pace was a fast one. Fast enough that Keepsafe cooed at her to slow down. The sparkling clicked back at her defiantly enough to make Prowl chuckle at her exasperated huff.
"I believe she takes after my creator quite a bit," Prowl said indulgently, silently sharing a few stories he had of his creator's extreme youth and rebellious nature before training and experience had mellowed him into the warrior and leader that lead the Shinning Sun and maintained its greatness.
Jazz smiled a little, reaching out for Prowl's hand with one hand and squeezed. Their optics stayed focused on Bladesinger, Jazz's frame quivering a little from a mixture of exhaustion and excitement while Prowl's wings quivered in amazement and anticipation as she finished her laborious and gooey climb from the protective mini factory that had built and supported her to this stage.
"Be still, Bladesinger," Keepsafe said firmly as she reached for the sparkling. One had enforced the order while the other delicately disconnected several cables and tubes that still connected her to her carrier.
The lanky protoform chittered angrily at being pinned no matter how gently, her under-developed wing struts beating somewhat erratically in her display of displeasure. Keepsafe simply smiled and finished her work separating carrier from creation before letting her go.
Bladesinger gave a sharp, angry click and glared balefully at the healer before focusing on her creators and crawling up to Jazz's spark and collapsing, exhausted by her efforts and no longer being supported by Jazz's systems and their far greater reserves.
No longer able to resist, Jazz reached up with his free hand and ran a finger gently along Bladesinger's still slick protoform, field and bond flooded with a seemingly endless flood of wonder, awe, and love.
"Hello, brightspark." Jazz whispered softly, forgetting all of the pain, the strain, and the damage still visible in his midsection.
She purred softly at the physical attention, the bond alive with relief, satisfaction and love in return. On the tails of that was her physical exhaustion.
"Try to get her to drink a little," Keepsafe handed Jazz a small cube of sparkling energon. The mild energon was thick with supplements and sweetened to make it appealing, though still thin enough to swallow easily. She handed Prowl a soft cloth that he took and began to gently wipe her clean.
"Bladesinger." Jazz murmured, seeking and receiving her attention. He shifted slowly, trying to sit up a little more as he offered her the energon, trusting Prowl to catch her if she started to slip.
Impossibly slender, unarmored limbs reached out for the liquid energy as survival-level protocols informed her that it was very important to drink it. Her fingers were not yet strong or coordinated enough to hold the small cube, though she still tried.
She lapped at it at first, her tiny glossa getting some of the energy into her systems before she worked out how to suck from the edge of the cube as her carrier tipped it fractionally to keep pace with her drinking.
"Very good," Keepsafe said softly with a warm, indulgent smile. This was her favorite duty of all she did for the House.
Delight radiated from Jazz as he watched her drink, pulling his hand free from Prowl's to trace his fingers lightly over her frame, studying every centimeter of the perfect little Aerial with fascination. ~Prowl...she's perfect.~
~Yes, she is,~ Prowl tore his gaze from his creation for a moment to kiss his mate. ~We did very well. You did very well.~
Thanks flared from Jazz, the kiss breaking the moment he felt Bladesinger move, settling back onto Jazz's chest as her golden optics dimmed and she started to fall into recharge, safe, content, and refueled.
Jazz set the energon aside, smiling and thoroughly exhausted. ~Think she has the right idea...~ He murmured to his mate.
"If you wish, recharging here is welcome," Keepsafe offered. "I do wish to see you both every morning after breakfast. Jazz, you need a great deal of rest and energon, much as when you were carrying, to repair the minor damage and set your systems right. I recommend not overloading for at least four orns, possibly longer if your systems are slow to put themselves to rights."
"I understand." Jazz answered, wordless question of 'here?' to Prowl as he felt his awareness starting to fade.
~Recharge, my love,~ Prowl stroked his forehelm gently and kissed him. ~I will hear all that Keepsafe needs to tell us.~
~Love you. Love you both.~ Jazz managed just before he fell into recharge, safe in his mates presence and peacefully content with his first creation in his arms.
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