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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 14: A Second Creation

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Prowl's hands ghosted over Jazz's plating as they lay together, content to simply be in each other's company for now. As intensive as their time together had been before Bladesinger had been presented to the House, in much of the last vorn it had been that intensive apart. Prowl to his duties and ever more intensive training and travels as the confirmed Lord Heir that would very soon take over his House. Jazz was back to combat training and many joors an orn with Spark Crest learning the duties, rights and limitations of a First Bonded and all that could eventually be handed off to newer bondeds, mates and if Prowl officially selected a Chosen or two from among them.
The past decaorn had been a pleasant moment of calm in whirlwind of activities. They had their duties and training, but Prowl was in the compound and they'd spend every recharge and most meals together. Yet it had also given Prowl enough time to think, and to long for things that he shouldn't want.
Jazz snuggled closer to his bondmate, nuzzling at Prowl even though his processor was rapidly slipping toward a state of recharge. ~You're brooding again.~ He noted quietly, indirectly asking what had been eating at the mech he loved over the past decaorn as he considered various causes for his mate's emotional state.
He had heard of no real trouble facing Prowl.
Bladesinger was doing well, her frame strong and her processor sharp for a sparkling of only a vorn.
Jazz had thought that he had been learning his duties to satisfaction, and the weapons master had even indirectly complimented him on his dedication just last orn.
~Yes,~ Prowl murmured, bringing the subject of the brooding squarely into the private matters realm. ~I still desire things I should not, can not, desire.~
Jazz roused more, letting concern and love flow across the bond and doing his best to bury his own lingering insecurities. He received a nuzzle and wave of reassurance for his trouble.
~After watching you carry Bladesinger ... I wish to carry even more, not less,~ Prowl barely whispered across the bond. He'd taken a small solace much of his existence in being told that once he had a mate and creation or two his desire would fade, that he felt he wanted to carry because without a mate it was the only way he'd have an heir. He'd always doubted the truth of it, but he trusted, hoped, it would be true.
He felt his bondmate come fully awake, processing what Prowl had just told him and trying to put it into a context he could understand. Fear, doubt, and a bit of hurt snuck across the bond before Jazz spoke again, tone carefully neutral. ~Why?~
Instead of words, Prowl sent a collection of moments from his life. Wondering, even as a young mechling, what it would be like and finding the thought appealing. Being drawn to larger, stronger mecha. Mecha who his traditions said would make fine sires and high-status mates. Being scolded, lectured and even taken to Keepsafe over the persistent thoughts until he learned to keep them to himself or hide them as interest as a sire-to-be rather than as a carrier. The moment that set the course of his functioning when he listened in on his creators arguing as to whether his desire to be a carrier was too strong for him to be a viable Lord of the House despite his natural talents. How he had ruthlessly crushed all hint of the desire from that orn on, right up until he first felt Bladesinger in his spark.
Jazz's fear calmed instantly with the realization that the entire desire was Prowl's spark wanting, and not any findings of shortcomings in his bondmate or their creation.
~You will be a good House Lord.~ He whispered with conviction. He had seen his mate, knew the drive and desire that lived in Prowl and would one orn carry on the greatness of the House of Shining Sun.
But that orn was not here yet. ~Why not?~
~A Lord can not carry,~ Prowl murmured. ~The risks are too high.~
~Lord Heir Prowl.~ Jazz said, enunciating every bit of it over the bond. ~You are not yet Lord of the House.~
~Soon,~ Prowl murmured sadly. ~Very soon. Long before she is an adult.~
~True.~ Jazz was forced to agree. Even though the current Lord of the House looked well enough, perhaps even better now that his Heir was named and confirmed beyond argument or doubt, there was still no credible chance that Bladedrift would last one century, much less the three to four Bladesinger would need to reach her final upgrades.
Prowl was silent for a long time as he simply held Jazz close.
~You wouldn't object?~ Prowl eventually asked.
No, he wouldn't. Deep in his spark Jazz doubted that he could ever object to something that his bonded wanted, and never to something that Prowl so clearly needed. ~What are you thinking?~ He asked quietly, pressed against Prowl and secure in the others arms.
~It would cause an uproar...~ Prowl hesitated giving voice to his thought, even in the privacy of their bond. ~Break tradition, unwritten laws, my sire's orders. It could cost our rank, all of us.~
Jazz didn't answer for a long time, considering every angle.
He cared little for politics or rank. A younger son from a minor House he had long been faced with the fact that his influence would be behind the scenes or earned on merit. Tradition held a stronger weight in his spark, but once more he had come from a House built on merit, and entered one that still held similar values.
He knew of the unwritten laws, and the legitimate reasons behind them.
He loved Prowl. Loved his bondmate. He had not forgotten everything that Prowl had given him, the effort the Praxian had put into making sure that Jazz was more than accepting- that he was happy. If Prowl wanted this, needed this, Jazz wanted Prowl to be happy.
Two reservations reared up in his spark. One he instantly identified as selfish. Prowl carrying, another sparkling, would disrupt their lives once more, change the small things that Jazz had come to treasure. Like the quiet evening they had managed to steal tonight, dismissing Prowl's slaves and Steelplate, having dinner with Bladesinger before playing a game. Cleaning her up and putting her down for recharge, Jazz singing her to sleep as he did every evening.
Selfish.
But the other reason...~And Bladesinger?~
Prowl was still for a terribly long moment.
~She would face the downgrade in status comparable to mine,~ he said slowly. ~As young as she is, as she would have to be, the more specialized training would not have begun yet. She would be very unlikely to rule, but all other options should still be open to her. I would not be disowned. Not for creating a new life for the House. Kindling with an outsider, a pleasurebot or the like, is a far worse act. Those mecha and their creations are still part of the House. Shamed for their lack of control, but here.~
~And ours?~ Jazz asked, pushing a little because he needed to know. ~They won't take her away?~
~I can not find any precedent for doing so,~ Prowl said cautiously. ~I can not imagine that any of my kin would do that to us. The next Lord can. But none of them would. None would dare cross me that severely.~
Jazz vented softly, taking the reassurance to spark and weighing reservation with trust and belief before reaching a decision. He tilted his helm to kiss Prowl gently. ~I am not sure that this is a good idea...But if you wish this, I will follow wherever it leads.~
A shudder passed down Prowl's frame as his spark surged intensely enough it nearly knocked them both off line. The joy he couldn't hide, couldn't even comprehend fully, crashed through them as Prowl's spark reveled in the news that it wanted so badly.
~We will plan,~ Prowl managed to gasp, processors and frame both still reeling. ~Determine when, and if, this can be done.~
~Want you to be happy.~ Jazz whispered, knowing that Prowl would be the one doing most of the planning. ~As you have made me happy.~
Love, for Prowl and for Bladesinger and for the small world they could occasionally retreat into that was all their own.
~Thank you,~ Prowl smiled and tipped Jazz's face up for a gentle kiss as the surge settled. In it too was a small flare of pride from Prowl that he had indeed calculated and executed the campaign for Jazz's spark successfully. Pleasure too, that in getting what he wanted he had given this important mech what he wanted as well.
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With three large razor boars and their nine piglets deactivated for tearing up energon farms in the area, Prowl and Jazz relaxed on the simple but soft berth in the largest suite of the House of the Shining Sun's hunting lodge. Their frames pinged and steamed as they cooled from overload, Prowl spike still deep inside Jazz's valve and giving every indication that the Praxian was up for another round.
Instead, Prowl took out a data cable and gently stroked the cover of Jazz's primary data port.
As closely joined as they were already, Jazz's field flickered curiously. Prowl had never offered to hardline either, only making him wonder a little more as the cover slid away, offering his bondmate complete access. There was the small jolt he was used to from medical examinations when Prowl plugged in, but that's where the similarities ended. Where medics kept him carefully out, Prowl carefully invited Jazz in, offering him access to the Praxian's processors.
~I believe this is the most secure way to discuss an emotionally charged subject,~ Prowl explained, his voice distracting Jazz briefly from his first true look at how Prowl's powerful, highly structured processors worked, and the stunning number of threads going on at the moment.
Jazz shifted his frame slightly, settling on the berth as his hands worked small circles on the Praxian's frame.
~Are you always this busy?~ He asked, impressed and amused in equal measure before his processor settled to match his frame. ~What did you want to talk about?~
~I'm quite relaxed at the moment,~ Prowl chuckled. ~Our second sparkling. I have investigated and analyzed the risks more fully. I believe that my original assessment of the risks was grossly exaggerated.~
Here, inside Prowl's processors and with their bond open, the spike in Prowl's excitement was unmistakable. So too was at least the basics of many of the threads of thought and analyzation going on in the background. While it ranged from a political analyses of the Prime and Senate to the probability of any given mecha Prowl was aware of to organize a successful revolt of more than five orns to the inventory in the House's various stores, the bulk were centered on the sparkling they were discussing.
~Precedence?~ Jazz asked, curious as to if it had been done before and what the outcomes had been. ~What have you discovered?~
~Three Lords of a warrior House have carried without repercussions in modern history, including one from my spark-line. Four generations ago, Lord Psycrest carried a set of twins. Officially, they were carried by a mate, her First Chosen. However, the first news reports of the time indicated that she carried them.~ Along with the words came a torrent of data.
~In addition, if we time it for within the next ten vorns there is an 89.3401% probability that there will not be any cause for me to be called on for a dangerous duty before the separation. Almost more importantly, I discovered that with every spark merge where there is not an active intention not to kindle, there is a 0.00101% probability of kindling by accident. It may not sound like much, however intending not to kindle is not something we were told to do. Given we merge an average of once every two orns, there is a 2.327704% probability of kindling per vorn that we are not attempting to do so.~ Prowl was nearly vibrating with excitement at the odds. ~With my well-known desires to carry and how much I enjoy being penetrated during interface, it is actually quite reasonable for me to carry once.~
Jazz took his time sorting through all of the data and information that he had just been given, knowing that Prowl would allow him as much time as he needed to understand and analyze what he needed to know from it.
~With your abilities I can see some having doubts of you ending up the one sparked as an accident, but we could still try and pass it off that way.~ Jazz mused after a bit. Even as slim as the chance was, it was not unreasonable with the amount of merging they did, in no small part because it was one of Jazz's preferred forms of interface.
With a sigh he nuzzled Prowl gently. As much as he wanted his bonded to have this chance and the experience he so desperately craved, he had another concern. ~If you carry one, will once be enough love?~
Prowl kissed the top of his helm. ~It will have to be. Keepsafe will make sure I am incapable of carrying a second time.~
~Will you be able to live with that?~ Jazz concern now shifting from what outside forces might do to his bonded to fears of what Prowl might do to himself.
~Yes,~ all the certainty of a lifetime of being denied and the sheer pragmatic nature of Prowl's spark and programming was behind the statement. ~As badly as I want to carry, it is not the reason I exist.~
Acceptance flowed from Jazz. For a moment he struggled within himself, weighing his words carefully before he made this promise. ~It is mine. As many as you want.~
Thanks, warmth and affection-devotion wrapped around Jazz's spark in response. Prowl tipped Jazz's helm up for a soft kiss full of warmth. ~It may be why we were bonded, my love, but it is not your reason to exist. Not to me. Even if Bladesinger is the last you carry, you are still my bonded, my Chosen. We will stop when you have had enough, or Keepsafe says it is no longer safe for you. I can always acquire a breeder if I want more and you do not carry them.~
Love-affection flowed across the bond in return, followed by a hesitant curiosity and a little worry. ~Is there something you are hoping for with this one?~
A swirl of emotions and thoughts came before Prowl actually responded, some more coherent than others. ~I ... hope for a flier, strong, fast, smart.~
What he didn't say came through with the imagery. Seeker-kin.
There was a flicker of hope for twins, or even a triad, but with that was the knowledge that they were difficult and dangerous to carry, especially for a first-time carrier.
~Is there something wrong with Bladesinger?~ Jazz asked, trying to understand.
Prowl's processors, primary and secondary, came to a screeching halt as he cycled his optics in shock, too stunned by the question to even reply at first.
~No!~ the assertion was sharp and firm. ~She is perfect.~
Relief met his answer, even as Jazz flinched away from the intensity of the response, and apology flowed over the connection.
It was enough to calm Prowl from his fixation and distress, his processors going back to their multi-threaded thoughts in the background. ~Why would you think that I might find fault with her?~ he asked more gently, still genuinely concerned.
~She is a flier,~ Even if she was an Ariel instead of Seeker-kin. And the rest...~She's smart.~ Jazz was thoroughly convinced of the strong and fast part in his own spark as well.
~I want mine to be as good as she is,~ Prowl said gently. ~They're simply important traits in this House.~
Jazz relaxed, still pressing against Prowl for comfort and in apology. ~Have you thought through what can go wrong, and what we are going to do if something does happen?~
~Yes,~ Prowl's tone softened with the sense that he had thought through far more than Jazz could even contemplate. ~The worst case would be if it crippled my spark to the extent I could no longer fight. I could not become Lord of the House, or even maintain my rank as a political. I would become an invalid, a burden on the House. I am uncertain how long I could stand that.~
~Never a burden to me.~ Jazz argued softly, full of conviction. ~You would never be without a purpose.~
Prowl nuzzled him, the kiss gentle and full of affection. ~As you would never be to me. The odds are so minuscule I could not justify them with a number, even though there is the possibility, as it has happened before.~
Jazz accepted that. ~Other concerns?~
Prowl stroked his hands down Jazz's back. ~The worst likely risk is being shamed before the House for a lack of self-control,~ he murmured. ~While it will have no legal or status repercussions, it will hurt.~ He admitted, acknowledging that he was sensitive to some social influence.
Jazz merely offered the sensation of a shrug in return, enjoying the pleasant touch and allowing some of his attention to focus on that. As long as there would be no lasting damage on any level, being scolded meant little to him when he didn't feel as though he had done anything wrong. And from his point of view, giving his bonded what Prowl needed was about as far from wrong as he could get.
~It will be well worth it,~ he nuzzled Jazz's face up for a kiss that was a bit more heated and rolled his hips, stroking the nodes inside Jazz's value with his spike.
Jazz moaned into the kiss, valve rippling around the thick spike as playfulness that was all Jazz crept into the connection. ~So worth it that you might care to start trying now? After you finish what you've already started, of course.~
~Yes,~ Prowl actually growled, the excitement and desire flaring brightly before he rolled his hips more firmly and used his hands to encourage Jazz to join the movement.
His bondmate actually laughed, a sound of joy and happiness as his obediently followed the pace that Prowl set, falling into that place of sharing pleasure that was welcome and familiar to them both.
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~Will you please go see Keepsafe?~ Jazz asked, knowing he was pushing but truly concerned for his bonded. Prowl had been acting rather out of character for almost a decaorn, but it was the near slip during weapons training today that was finally driving Jazz to take more aggressive action. ~It would make me feel better.~ He added, not above using whatever leverage he had when the situation called.
Prowl gave him a mixed put-upon and annoyed look, but vented. ~All right,~ he consented and pinged the healer's comm.
~Thank you.~ Jazz murmured, very relieved, though he kept that buried as he walked closer to Prowl, field reaching out to caress his bonded with love and affection.
::Yes, Heir Prowl?:: The professionally calm voice of the House's senior medic in response to the inquiry ping. ::What can I do for you?::
::A general exam. I have not been feeling well for several orns,:: he downplayed it, though he knew she'd realize just how serious it was by the fact that he was calling. ::No event I am aware of caused it.::
::I have time right now, if the heir is available.:: Only the immediateness of the response was any indication of how concerned the medic was.
::I am,:: Prowl responded, motioning Jazz to follow him as he walked outside and transformed. ::I will come to the office shortly.::
The ward was empty when they arrived, but Keepsafe still motioned them in the direction of a private exam room. "This way, please, and up on the berth."
Prowl nodded slightly and laid down, allowing her access to his primary dataport without complaint.
"What have you been experiencing and when did it start?" Keepsafe asked as she initiated a connection. She intended to a complete set of scans anyway, but it was always nice to have a place to start.
"I burn through fuel at an increased rate. It has been difficult to get up in the morning and I desire recharge earlier in the evening. I have had moments of vertigo," Prowl began the list. "Today I almost slipped during sparring. The first odd sensation ... six orns ago, I believe."
Keepsafe made careful notes of all that as the medical sync completed and she began her scans. "And you have suffered no injuries or experienced any other sort of traumatic event that might have caused the symptoms you are experiencing?"
"The last injury I recall was the training slip that twisted my left wing," Prowl said with easy certainty. "That was more than four metacycles ago."
Keepsafe frowned as her initial systems scans came back clean, only reflecting the changes that Prowl had already informed her of. In fact, his energy and fuel levels indicated that it would not be a bad thing for him to refuel now.
With a frustrated sigh she disconnected and stepped back. "If you would lay back on the berth so I can run a full frame scan?"
She looked at Jazz while Prowl complied. "Have you experienced any injury or systems malfunctions that you have not come to see me about?"
Jazz looked slightly startled at being addressed about his own health, but shook his helm. "Not since you repaired that frayed cable in my leg." He left out the part about the lecture he had received about coming to see her for what looked like minor plating damage, since fixing the underlying plating would have been the work of a couple of kliks, instead of the several joors the cable repair had taken.
She hummed to herself, focusing once again on Prowl as she started the in depth scan.
Prowl tried to relax and be still for her. He detested this, but for his mate's comfort he would endure her prodding. He knew that it would not end until she had found the cause, even if that meant calling in specialists from outside.
The only outward indication they had that she had found anything was the tension that suddenly rippled through her frame, a wave that only someone used to paying close attention would have noticed, for her voice was deceptively level and calm when she spoke. "If the heir would retract his chest armor so that I might take a clear scan of his spark?"
Every cable in Prowl's frame went taunt, the battle protocols roaring to life with objections. With difficulty he suppressed them and initiated the transformation sequence that only Jazz had been witness to for a long time. He reached out to Jazz though their bond, seeking comfort as much as offering it.
Comfort and loved flowed back immediately, Jazz's assurance that whatever she found, if there was anything, whatever it was, he was here and they would face it together.
"Lord Heir Prowl." There was an edge to the medic's voice when she spoke again, muted frustration and distress. "Did you intend to become sparked?"
Prowl jerked upright, his wings flaring in the shock that was written clearly on his features. "No," he almost managed to keep his voice even, the emotions assaulting his processor almost too much to take. "I'm carrying?"
"Yes, Lord Heir. And have been for a little over a decaorn." Keepsafe responded, venting deeply as she centered herself and waited a moment for the news to sink in completely.
She also needed to figure out how she was going to continue this discussion with a mecha she had known since he was sparked. Last time he had still been a mechling and the discussion was with his creators rather than him. The discussion with him had been on them; she had merely done as ordered.
Prowl's chest plates closed and overly bright golden optics gradually settled to the normal level as they locked with Jazz's visor. ~Love....~
Jazz glanced in Keepsafe's direction but didn't really wait for permission as he stepped to the edge of the berth and wrapped his arms around his bondmate. ~We did it.~ He whispered, pride flowing across the wide open bond, bringing with it the reservation Jazz still held.
Prowl murmured a wordless sound, nearly a sob of joy mixed with the reality he knew this would cause as he rested his forehelm against Jazz's. ~Yes, we did. We will make this life worth all it might take to raise it.~
Keepsafe waited, letting the two speak between themselves and settle some before she spoke again. "Prowl. Jazz."
Golden optics focused on her, Prowl's manner one of thinking clearly and focused on the news and its repercussions. "Is the spark strong?"
She hesitated, clearly struggling with herself. "It is. Strong and healthy, already fast."
"And politically undesirable," Prowl said for her, his features serious. "I know. I know why I should never carry. It does not change the fact that I will not condemn a potential warrior of the House before it has a chance to prove itself."
"You know I still have to recommend termination, for the good of the House." Keepsafe said softly, looking at them both and bracing herself for the reaction she was sure was coming.
Prowl cycled a deep intake slowly, his hand closing on Jazz to steady his mate as much as himself. "I know. I will listen to the arguments that this life should be ended before it begins."
Keepsafe sighed, frustrated with her future lord. "I have nothing to tell you that I know you haven't already heard before, and are going to hear again from the Lord of the House once I inform him of your condition. And you know I have to tell him." She considered for a moment. "Unless you wish to inform him yourself, and plead your case."
"I will tell him," Prowl decided. ~It is the best way.~ "What should I do in the meantime?"
Keepsafe turned and opened a cabinet, pulling a cube of medical grade energon from it and offering it to Prowl. "Drink this, now. Keep a close watch on your fuel levels. Do not over strain yourself in your duties. Delegate as many of them as you can." She looked at Jazz, making it clear that she was putting some of the responsibility for Prowl's obedience on his bonded. "And I will await further instruction. And be warned, Lord Heir, if I hear nothing from your sire within the next three orn I will have to inform him myself."
"I understand," Prowl said before drinking the cube with smooth efficiency and stood. ::Sire?:: he commed his creator.
There was a short pause, a confirmation that the connection had gone through and been accepted before any answer came back. ::Prowl. What is it?::
::I must speak with you in person,:: Prowl's form tone betrayed his nerves. ::Something has happened that requires your attention.::
Another pause, this one slightly longer. ::I am not currently engaged in anything that cannot wait, if you wish to speak now. If not there is time after the evening meal.:: Bladedrift replied.
::I would speak with you now, sire,:: Prowl decided, pushing his nerves down as he stood and handed the empty cube to Keepsafe. ::Where should I go?::
::My quarters. You will be expected.:: The communication ended smoothly, Bladedrift as calm and collected as always.
Prowl was less so for good reason as he and Jazz made their way to the main house and the Lord's suite. Jazz reached out a hand, stopping him once they arrived at the entrance to the Lord's room and turned his bonded to face him, kissing Prowl gently. ~I'm right behind you love.~
~Thank you, love,~ Prowl responded, his armor shifting, fluffing and then settling before they were shown to the Lord's office. "Sire," Prowl bowed his wings and helm.
"Prowl." Bladedrift shifted, setting aside what he had been working on and clearly giving his creation and Heir his full attention. "I am most interested to know what is so important that you felt I must learn about it in person, and rather urgently at that."
"I went to see Keepsafe," Prowl spoke plainly and bluntly despite his nerves. "She informed me that my weaknesses of late were caused by a newspark."
Golden optics flared, traveling from Prowl to Jazz, and then back to his Heir. "Am I to understand that you are carrying a spark?" He wanted to be sure, very sure, of what he was being told.
"Yes, sire," Prowl's wings sank.
Bladedrift stood slowly, pacing around the desk so that he was face to face with his creation. "Why?"
Prowl looked up, meeting his spire's optics firmly. "It was not planned. It happened."
"And you are going to take care of this." Bladedrift said firmly, his tone very clear how he was expecting Prowl to deal with the situation.
Prowl's wings trembled faintly but he stiffened his frame and met his creator's optics. "If I had any intention of that I would have done so without bringing this up. The spark is strong. It will serve the House well."
"The House cannot afford the risk!" Bladedrift snapped, wings flaring as he towered over his creation, drawing himself up to his full height, and Jazz was suddenly treated to a glimpse of how the Lord had been in his prime. "If you must have another creation and break any tradition, spark your mate again. For that you will be applauded, if anything. In this there is shame, and more risk than can be justified by simply giving the House another warrior."
"The risks are minimal," Prowl drew himself up as well after a momentary cower. "If there is shame in strengthening the House, it is time to reassess the traditions for their value. We are not at war. Nor will we be in the next vorn."
"You are so sure of the unknown. You are a Lord Heir. You create. You do not carry. Find someone else, if your bonded is refusing to fulfill the contract." The Lord of the House was clearly angry, but underneath the anger were signs that anger was giving way to desperation, as though Bladedrift knew he was loosing the fight, but was not yet willing to give up.
"That ability is why you insisted on making me Lord Heir against all recommendations," Prowl suddenly hissed, stepping into his sire's personal space and lashing out with his field, forcefully linking them to express his emotions fully. "I will bear the consequences of nurturing this life Primus has gifted me with."
As suddenly as it had come the anger that fueled the elder mech left, his sensor wings falling as he looked in his Heir's optics. "You would risk everything for chance?"
"Yes." Prowl said simply but firmly, his own manner gentling as the challenge to him eased. "Primus caused this. I will not destroy it."
Jazz slid closer to his mate as the lord backed down, subtly reaching out to take Prowl's hand in his own. Prowl was more right than either of them cared to admit, with how casually they had been trying, and that being between parting ways when Prowl was called away.
Slowly Bladedrift made his way back to his seat, almost more falling into it than sitting. "I wish you would not do this. But if you are decided, I will not stop you."
"Thank you, sire," Prowl said softly, much of the tension fleeing him. "I will listen to any argument against permitting this life."
"You will listen," Bladedrift acknowledged. "And come up with a counter for any and every argument brought to you."
"I will try to, yes," Prowl acknowledged the simple truth of his determination.
Bladedrift vented softly, optics focused on his creation and flickering with the myriad of emotions rushing through his system. Concern, fear, worry...acceptance, hope, and pride. "Seeing that your normal duties are attended to will be your responsibility." The lord said slowly.
"Of course," Prowl canted his wings with full acceptance. "Would it sooth your distress if it was not known that I carried this sparkling?"
"It would make you less of a potential target." Bladedrift considered.
Prowl hummed, Jazz privy to how rapidly his processors were working, but Bladedrift was well aware of the signs of his creation planning on the fly. "What of permitting me a sabbatical to the monastery at Sunrise Pass? It would not be the first time I have gone there for a vorn or six. When we return, both sparklings would be old enough to know whom to call their carrier in public," he motioned to Jazz with a wing.
The lord straightened slightly at the idea, optics dimming as he considered, running all the parameters. "You have not been in quite some time." He mused. "There is nothing pressing, and it would not be unreasonable for you to take your mate and your creation there for a time."
"Then if my Lord permits, I request a six vorn sabbatical to the monastery at Sunrise Pass for myself, my bonded and our creation," Prowl said formally.
"Granted." Bladedrift decided.
"Thank you, sire," Prowl relaxed, grateful beyond measure that he had thought of something that would make this go smoothly. "We will prepare to leave within the metacycle."
Bladedrift nodded slowly. "Was there anything else you wished to discuss with me?"
"No, sire," Prowl canted his wings respectfully. "Keepsafe is expecting your orders in regards to my condition."
"I will see that she receives the proper messages." Bladedrift said, pulling his work before him again. "If something else occurs to you that is not urgent, I will be available after the evening meal as well."
"Yes, sire. My apologies for the disruption," Prowl bowed his wings before turning to leave.
Jazz bowed as well, proper respect to the Lord of the House, before turning and following his bonded from the study. He was silent for the short walk from the lord's suite to their own quarters, processing everything that has happened and the multitude of new developments.
Going away somewhere safe until the sparkling separated was something that had never occurred to him, but now that the idea had been proposed the more he thought about it the more he liked the proposition. It certainly was the answer to most of his concerns, for this way only a small number would know that Prowl was the one who was sparked while he was carrying, his mate would be under minimal strain and in no danger.
Still, he wished to know more of where they were taking their existing creation, and said as much when they arrived back at the safety and privacy of the quarters that were theirs.
"Tell me about the monastery?" Jazz asked as they settled on the couch in their private lounge.
Prowl hummed and relaxed, drawing Jazz against him to enjoy his warmth and field. "It is a small one with only a score of monks. A couple are close kin, though most are not. It is a place many of us go when we need space to meditate and think, whether because of trauma or youthful questioning. Some go there to retire, when they can no longer fight. I believe you will like it there. It is deep in wildlands."
Anything that was deep in the wildlands was enough to catch Jazz's interest. "And you intend for it just to be the four of us?" He asked after thinking it over some.
"Yes," he nodded, capturing Jazz's lips in a soft kiss. "It is a place of living simply, as far away from court and politics as possible while remaining civilized. They make their own energon, their own furniture, their own buildings and all other needs. While there, we will as well."
Jazz hesitated, hand running over Prowls chest, over his spark and the newspark next to it. "And you believe that we can do all of that ourselves, and keep up with Bladesinger, with you carrying?"
"Not entirely," he admitted. "We would have to bring useful goods to exchange for much of our duties. Easily done, and easily accepted given my condition an reason to be there."
"What about taking an extra set of hands?" Jazz suggested quietly. He felt Prowl's tension sharpen reflexively.
"A servant?" Prowl said uneasily. "In a monastery?"
"Steelplate. To watch over Bladesinger and make sure she doesn't get underfoot or disturb anyone." Jazz replied. "Sparklings aren't a common thing either, but we aren't leaving her here."
"Absolutely not," Prowl agreed, the bond emphasizing just how unwilling he was to leave their four vorn old behind. Then he hesitated. "You really don't think we could manage her?"
"Right up to the point that we have two." Jazz said, reminding Prowl gently of how much work it was to take care of one newborn. He shared too memories of how draining it was to have another life drawing on your own even though the rewards were worth the strain, the stress of having your bonded away for any length of time even in a safe place. "Unless you believe we will find help there."
"I know we could," he wavered, torn between the humiliation of bringing a servant and the humiliation of making demands on their hosts. Eventually he sighed. "It doesn't seem right, but bringing him, at least eventually, seems the lesser of the wrongs."
"He can help out or do as he pleases when Bladesinger isn't the focus of his attention." Jazz pointed out. "And even with the best of intention there needs to be someone to focus on her when this one separates. Speaking of which-"Jazz looked at Prowl. "Is there a medical trained mecha there?"
"Several, though for the separation a specialist is likely to be called in if Keepsafe doesn't manage to come," Prowl said easily, sure of that much. "It will be a safe, quiet few vorns for us."
Jazz snuggled against him, comforted by his mate's confidence, and amusement flickered through his field as he smiled at Prowl. "So when are we going to tell Bladesinger? Not until we are safely away, I would assume?"
"Definitely not until we're out of the compound," Prowl chuckled. "Though we should make a quiet trip to have this spark blessed and confirm that we are both the creators. It will reduce questions of heritage when we return with a second sparkling."
A small shudder ran through Jazz's frame from the memory of having Bladesinger blessed, and the knowing that had been in the priest's optics when she had looked into his. "Definitely."
Prowl smiled. "I'm glad you aren't dreading it this time," he purred softly, nuzzling his mate into a kiss that slowly, very slowly grew in heat.
"Worth it." Jazz whispered, hands stroking over Prowl's plating and desire crept into his field as it wrapped lovingly around his bonded.
"Very much so," Prowl shivered in delight at the touch. He returned it, stroking along Jazz's back as they kissed. ~She is amazing.~
Jazz's back arched into the touch as he leaned down to nuzzle gently at Prowl's chest. ~And this one will be as well. A playmate to keep her sharp.~
"Yes," Prowl moaned deeply, his plating heating quickly at his mate's touch. ~Want you.~
"Glad to hear that." Jazz murmured as he continued to kiss and nuzzle at Prowl's chest. ~Share sparks? Want to be able to feel this spark.~
"Yes!" Prowl moaned and arched into the contact, his chest plates unlocking.
Jazz's spark flared in response, his lips finding and meeting Prowl's in an eager kiss as he shifted around to face his mate.
~Mine.~ He moaned, only to jump when an a loud and very familiar squeal hit their audios from the direction of the entryway.
~Yours,~ Prowl moaned even as he locked his chest plates at the squeal. ~Soon, love. As soon as she's doing something else.~
"Bladesinger," Prowl smiled and reached out as he twisted to offer his arms to their creation.
~Going to hold you to that.~ Jazz told him, pushing a little of the lust he felt for his mate at Prowl before shifting to welcome their creation between them.
Once she was settled on Prowl's lap Jazz reached out, tweaking a wing strut, now covered with thin armor but not yet looking like a wing very gently. "And what have you been up to Brightspark?"
"I painted myself all bright, and wrote Steelplate's designation on him, and had a great bath," she trilled, her wings fluttering playfully in her good mood.
"Really? And what colors did you use this time?" Jazz asked as he exchanged an amused smile with his mate.
"All of them!" she giggled. "We needed color."
The response had both of her creators chuckling in amusement as they continued to quiz her on the activities of her orn, the three happy and content in each other presence.
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