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New Life, New Hope	By : kenobi1985 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 3965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Hasbro does. I make no profit from the writing or posting of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One: Another Breeding Season
- 2-Chapter Two: "Don't Thank Me Yet"
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New Life, New Hope
By: kenobi1985 (known on LiveJournal as lotr_jedi)
’Verse: Transformers: Animated (AU)
Pairing: JazzxProwl
Summary: Another mating season has come, but this one comes with an unexpected ending…and perhaps a whole new beginning.
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and male (dragon) pregnancy.
Warnings: All of the dragons in this story are “male” (please read further). Mention of suicide and madness. No actual attempt at suicide is made by any of the characters. I can’t say the same for the madness, however.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Hasbro does. I make no profit from the writing or posting of this story.
See Chapter One for full Author's Notes and Dedication.
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Chapter Two: “Don’t Thank Me Yet”
“There you are, Jazz. Where have you been?”
Jazz looked up from his position on the ground where he had been cleaning his minor wounds, more out of something to do while he waited for Ratchet to finish with his rounds than out of necessity. Though speaking to Optimus first worked just as well, if not better. “Hey, Optimus. How’s it going?”
“I’m fine. Bumblebee has been keeping me busy. I don't even want to try to explain to him what is going on with our clan, but I have a feeling his curiosity will be getting him into trouble before too long.”
Jazz laughed. Bumblebee was Optimus’s Hatchling from the previous year. A striking bright yellow with black accents, he was a bundle of energy who had managed to charm and annoy almost everyone in turn with his curiosity and his endless questions. He was also rather small for his age. Not that he allowed that to stop him in his explorations; if anything it only encouraged him. Bumblebee’s closest friend was a green-and-a-black-accented Youngling by the name of Bulkhead. Only three years older than Bumblebee, Bulkhead already dwarfed him twice over. It wasn’t Optimus’s fault that his Hatchling had turned out so small, but some of the other clan members were not so convinced.
Optimus didn’t care. He was endlessly patient even at Bumblebee’s most rambunctious moments, which were many, and wouldn’t hear of anyone turning his child out just because he was small. Jazz and Ratchet were more than ready to back him up and would often watch the little one, and Bulkhead as well more often than not, while Optimus went off to hunt. The mismatched pair were inseparable even at such a young age, much as Optimus and Jazz had been, and still were.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Optimus observed.
Jazz flicked his tail dismissively. “I just had to get away till Ironhide and Rodimus calmed down a little. They both tried to take swipes at me earlier.”
“Someone succeeded, obviously,” Optimus remarked pointedly, and Jazz looked at his scratched up flank, now clean of all traces of dried blood.
“Yeah, but not those two,” Jazz replied.
“Wasp,” Optimus guessed, laying down next to his friend with a sigh. “I don’t know why he has had an easier time of it than you. He isn’t that much larger than you.”
“I don’t know, either,” Jazz replied. Wasp was a quick-tempered, more-aggression-than-sense kind of dragon who saw the annual breeding season as his excuse to act out, at least against the other Studs. Jazz was his usual target for some reason, though Jazz did his best to keep his head down most of the time. The green-and-yellow-accented Stud was also Bumblebee’s Sire, much to Optimus’s chagrin. Fortunately for the entire clan, Wasp and Bumblebee’s respective temperaments were polar opposites of one another, Bumblebee being sweet-tempered, if overly enthusiastic, rather than angry and violence-prone. Wasp’s not so impressive size was the reason why Bumblebee was as small as he was. The green and yellow Stud was only a few feet taller at the shoulder than Jazz himself. However, unlike Jazz, he used his aggression to make up for that deficit, however unpopular it made him with the clan as a whole.
“So where did you go?” Optimus asked.
“I ended up on the eastern plains,” Jazz said. “I saw a dragon there.”
“A dragon? Who?” Optimus asked.
“You remember what we were told about Prowl, right, the one exiled from his clan?” Jazz answered.
“Yes, I remember them. You really saw him?” Optimus replied.
“Hm, hm,” Jazz murmured.
“What happened?”
“I tried to convince him to join our clan, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’s afraid, Optimus. I wish I could say or do something to convince him that I truly wish to help, but what?”
“I don’t know, Jazz,” Optimus said, heaving a sigh. “You have certainly set yourself an interesting challenge. Especially if you’re just interested in finding someone to mate with.”
“I know,” Jazz agreed. “But it’s not just about mating, I swear. You know me better than that, Optimus. I’m not looking for a one-time companion. I want to find a mate, a permanent one.”
“I know,” Optimus said, remembering their conversations on the matter as clearly as Jazz did. “I’ll do whatever I can to help both of you, especially if you can convince him to come back with you. Other than that, I don’t think there’s much anyone else can do. It’s up to you.”
“Thank you, Optimus. That means a lot to me.”
Ratchet was just as concerned as Optimus had been after Jazz told him about his encounter with the black and gold Breeder.
“You do know that the odds of even getting him to listen to you are against you, right?” the white and red Healer asked. “Much less convincing him to come back with you.”
“I know,” Jazz affirmed. “Believe me, I know.” He’d just had this conversation with Optimus, though Ratchet was far more blunt about his reservations on the matter. Optimus was a born peacekeeper if nothing else. Ratchet on the other hand didn’t coddle anyone, stating everything outright as he saw it, when he saw it.
“Just so you’re aware,” Ratchet said dryly. “That said, I will be coming with you tomorrow. Maybe a familiar face and voice will sway his decision.”
“Thanks, Ratchet,” Jazz said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to go it alone again. He doubted that he would succeed if he showed up in Prowl’s territory again by himself. Prowl had made that abundantly clear earlier today.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Ratchet warned him.
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