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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 25: For The Good of the House

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Stardancer walked smoothly into the office of the House healer for her checkup. At a metacycle in a half into carrying her first new spark, she was excited and thrilled by both Prowl and Jazz's warm welcome of the news. After several normal checkups, she wasn't escorted by either of them anymore, something that she took as another sign of their trust in her. Even after nearly sixty vorns with them and the duties she was entrusted with, she was still startled on occasion when they displayed such ease in believing she would do the right thing.
Her outright fear, especially of Jazz, had been laid to rest early in the bonding. While the First Bonded was undoubtedly possessive of the Lord and his attention, he had only encouraged the affection and bond between Stardancer and Prowl. The invitation to spend recharge with them most orns had been sincere and welcoming, and Jazz himself treated her with a level of personal affection reflected in his reaction at the news of her carrying.
Her carrying. Stardancer's hand rose to smooth over her breastplates, excitement flaring. Her chance to add to the House and give her Lord another creation.
"Welcome, Lady Stardancer," Keepsafe's warm, resonant voice drew her from her musing. "Please come in."
The femme smiled at the healer, wings fluttering slightly as she followed Keepsafe into the exam room and settled on the berth. It was a routine by now, something that she thought nothing of.
Until Keepsafe's expression became a frown. "Have you felt differently since your last checkup?"
Stardancer paused, considering her answer and how she had felt in the orns since the last time she had sat on the berth under the healer's attention. "I have not been quite as tired, but I thought it was just my frame and systems finally adjusting to the changes."
"The new spark is weakening," Keepsafe said softly, something close to dread in her tone. "I feared this would happen given your age, but there was hope that you were mature enough to support it."
Fear flared through Stardancer. Wings drew in close to her shivering frame, and there was a clear edge near panic in her field as she looked up at the medic. "What does that mean?"
"Please calm down," Keepsafe tried to focus her. "It means that I will have to abort it, least it be malformed. You will be able to carry again, after your final upgrades have settled in."
Arms crossed protectively over her chest, the first signs of carrier behavior already showing through. "Abort it?" She murmured, disturbed.
Keepsafe nodded, her field gentle and understanding as it wrapped around the young femme. "This House does not suffer the malformed to life. It is better to return the spark to Primus before it begins to speak to you than after you have bonded to it."
~Is something wrong?~ Prowl's awareness brushed against hers.
Ingrained reaction had Stardancer pulling away from him at first, folding in on herself in grief and shame until she pulled herself together with a wretch. ~Keepsafe...the newspark...is not well.~
Distress flickered across the bond, then a soothing calm. ~I will be there shortly.~
Acceptance slid across the bond, all the still distressed femme could manage in response at the moment as she huddled on the berth in the medical ward. The touch of Keepsafe's field drew her back enough for optics to focus on the medic. "Lord Prowl is coming."
"It will be all right," Keepsafe said gently as she sat down on the berth with the mechling. "There is no reason you will not be able to kindle again when you are older. Your systems simply aren't ready yet."
"But I've failed..." Stardancer whimpered, arms still crossed over her chestplates and leaving the medic to wonder who she had failed.
"You have not failed," Keepsafe said firmly. "Lord Prowl will confirm that. Not every new spark was meant to survive. Not in this House."
Stardancer vented softly, a whisper of hope in her field from where she was still curled on the berth, but also the feeling that she would not believe it until she heard it from her mate. So Keepsafe simply held her and waited the long kliks until Prowl came in.
"Report," his voice was calm and cool, no different from any other potential abortion he had been forced to assess. Keepsafe stood and motioned him to the readouts, well aware that he knew what he was looking at and did not need her to explain it anymore. Stardancer flinched at his tone, looking away from the monitors that only spelled out her failure. Failure to her Lord and the newspark she carried, to her new House.
The spark was failing, fading as her systems denied it energy that they could not spare, weakening it. Across the bond, when she dared let herself feel it, was turmoil. Her Lord was distressed, determined, and thinking hard. He was not happy with what he was looking at.
After a terribly long half klik, Prowl's wings drooped and he turned to Stardancer. "She is correct. If the sparkling is permitted to separate it will be small and weak."
Troubled green optics looked up at him, swirling with the same painful emotions rippling across the bond. "I'm sorry." She whispered softly.
"It's not your fault," he murmured and sat to draw her against him. "You were not ready. A Shining Sun sparkling is not always easy to carry. Not all are meant to join this House."
She didn't resist the pull of his arms or the comfort that he was offering, frame curling against his as she quivered in distress. "I'm sorry." She apologized again.
This time he didn't correct her, but simply held her. The agony in the bond no different than every other time he had given the order. He despised ordering the end to a new spark, even as he understood the reasoning for it. ~The termination can be done by merging with another or Keepsafe can do it manually. I give that choice to you.~
~Merge with another?~ She looked up at him, slightly broadsided by the suggestion-permission that Prowl was offering her.
~Yes, any spark other than its sire will destabilize the new spark and cause it to be reabsorbed,~ he murmured. ~Jazz may be willing, or I will buy a courtesan for the evening to do it. It allows the end to ... not hurt.~
~And Keepsafe?~ She whispered, though there was the sense of her processor working furiously.
~It leaves the spark aching for many metacycles,~ he shuddered, memories flickering up unbidden. ~It hurts. But it does not require another to touch you.~
She leaned against him, hand clenching into a fist and relaxing as she tried to cope with and process the idea. ~I would let another, if you will permit.~ She finally decided.
Prowl nodded. ~I will arrange for a courtesan to come tomorrow night. I ask only that you allow yourself to enjoy the attention.~
She nodded quietly in agreement, not promising but hoping that she would. That this would pass and that she would be forgiven for what had to happen. It was different, so different from where she had come from. Difficult carries, fading sparks were terminated for the good of the House or carrier on occasion. But the shame of failing to be able to carry a sparkling that would seal a contract was shameful.
And even if it was not far enough along for her to feel, the loss of a new life hurt.
~I know,~ he caressed her through the bond, offering the fact that he knew from personal experience just what she was going through. ~I know. When your adult frame has settled we will try again. There is nothing wrong with your spark or frame. You are simply too young.~
She fell into that comfort, taking it for all that it was worth as she pressed against him. She was only distantly aware that he was speaking to Keepsafe, or that he was guiding her to her room in his suite.
~Jazz, I realize you are training now, but I need you to comfort Stardancer in her room,~ Prowl reached out across the bond. ~The newspark must be terminated.~
Distress flooded back across the bond, full of sorrow and sadness. ~Her systems are not mature enough to support it to term?~ He guessed.
~Not to the standards of the House, no,~ he said regretfully. ~I would stay, but I can not delay the conference any longer than I have.~
~The master will forgive me this, I think. I will be there in a klik.~ Jazz promised.
~Thank you, love,~ Prowl whispered before focusing on Stardancer once more. "Jazz will be here soon."
She nodded against him, relief evident at the fact that he was not going to leave her alone, even though all that she wanted to do was curl up and not function.
~Here love.~ Jazz appeared soon after Prowl had her in the suite, optics taking both of them as he his field reached out to wrap around Stardancer, full of gentle acceptance and comfort that she leaned into nearly as much as Prowl's frame.
Prowl nuzzled her, then gently began to disengage their frames so Jazz could hold her. "I am sorry, but I must go. I will return as soon as I can."
Stardancer accepted the transfer between the two mechs with a quiet whisper of thanks, allowing Jazz to lead her in the direction of the berth and settle her there. ~I have her love. We'll be here when you get back.~
~I will deal with my duties as quickly as I can,~ he promised before slipping away and forcing his processors to focus on his duties once more.
Jazz considered for another moment, feeling Stardancer over carefully. ~Might want to arrange for energon to be sent here later love. She'll need the fuel, even if she doesn't feel like it.~
~I will, if you have not,~ Prowl promised from out of sight. ~Her slave can fetch it, or you can comm the kitchen.~
~I'll arrange to have some sent, but it might take you insisting that she refuel to make it happen.~ Jazz replied before turning his attention to focus on his current charge.
~If she hasn't refueled when I return, I will make sure she does so,~ Prowl promised. ~She's chosen to have it ended by a courtesan. I will have that arranged before I return as well.~
"Easy, shh." Jazz soothed the smaller femme as he settled her on the berth and curled around her frame, wings and arms wrapping her in warm embrace that accepted her pain and grief and offered a warm field in return.
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Jazz stretched out on the berth, frame molding around Prowl's back as he reached out to stroke a hand comfortingly down his mate's sensor wing. His field melded with the others' without thought, habit when in those close proximity and safe in the privacy of their quarters. The edge brushed against Stardancer, currently settled in Prowl's arms and finally deep in the recharge that she so desperately needed. ~Is she settled for the night love?~ He asked softly, checking over the bond with the mech that would know better than anyone.
~Yes. She is in deep recharge,~ he said with a sense of gratitude that she'd have at least have the recharge and a small time of peace.
~How bad is it?~ Jazz asked, nuzzling at the back of Prowl's neck. ~There is no hope for the newspark she carries?~
~Not here,~ he murmured, keenly aware that in most of Cybertron it would not be terminated.
~Why? What is wrong? Is Stardancer in danger?~
~Not really,~ Prowl admitted, the fact twisting his spark. ~It is simply weak. Below the standards set for the House.~
Jazz considered that. He was well aware of the House laws that regulated the condition of newsparks and newly separated sparklings and what was acceptable. It was probably his greatest disagreement with the House laws. He continued to stroke Prowl's wing. ~How far below the standard?~
Prowl twitched, a proto-shiver running down his frame. ~Too much.~ He databurst the test results to his mate. ~More than I can waive with orders to watch it carefully and ... it's better, not to feel it.~
~It is.~ Jazz agreed, snuggling closer to his mate as he tried to come up with any way around the termination as he reviewed the results. ~Keepsafe doesn't believe this is one that might strengthen on its own once it separates?~
~There is always that possibility,~ Prowl said cautiously. ~I don't know what she thinks, honestly. She follows the letter of the law in this, as do I.~
~Is that a risk worth taking?~ The question drifted across the bond, asking for the truth even though Jazz was wishing to protect the new life with all of his spark. Carrier protocols that ran deep in his programming screamed at him to protect any spark that had a chance at life, especially one so close to his own.
Prowl shuddered from his core as his spark sank. ~It would survive if it were allowed to. I have little doubt of it. I am the Lord of this House, my love. I must set the example. I cannot give this spark special treatment because I created it. I don't know any other options. The House will not accept it if it is not perfect. I will be blamed for not doing my duty if it is not accepted. I will have failed the House ... and I ... and I must kill it publicly if it separates and is not good enough.~
Jazz's flinch was spark deep, the pain his mate faced if they failed cutting into him even as the needs warred with his desires. ~Better to take it now.~ He finally whispered, unable to see any other options.
~It is,~ Prowl nearly cried at the truth of it. ~The Shining Sun has remained strong for so long because of our standards. Sometimes to be strong forces painful choices. There is little I want more than to never order a newspark to be extinguished. Yet I do it, for the good of the House and the future. She is young, love. Too young to carry. I would have her continue to believe it is only that she is a mechling that caused this. It is not her fault that it is weak. I would not tell her the full truth if she does not demand to know. It is hurting her too much as it is.~
~She is intelligent and observant. She will find the truth eventually, but hopefully not until there is another healthy sparkling for her to care for.~ Jazz replied.
~Agreed,~ he murmured. ~I won't lie to her if asked outright. I would not have you or Keepsafe do so. But until she asks, I would not burden her with the information. It is not tactically sound to share it.~
Jazz had to laugh softly at the element of his mate that was never far from Prowl's functioning. He nuzzled at Prowl's wings again, seeking and offering the comfort that both of them needed. ~A wise choice love. We will not lie to her. But if this one was not meant to walk among us, Primus must have some plan.~
~To test us, perhaps. A spark this young may not be self-aware enough to have a purpose yet,~ Prowl mused, repeating something he wasn't sure of but held onto with all he was to be able to give the orders he did to terminate them.
Jazz sighed, done with words as he tugged gently on his mate until Prowl released his hold on Stardancer and rolled to his back. It didn't take much, and Prowl reached to embrace his mate as he let Stardancer settle a bit away from him.
Jazz pressed his lips Prowl's, the kiss gentle and soft as he settled against his mate, hands stroking down Prowl's sides. A soft moan escaped Prowl as he kissed back, his lips parting in offering as his hands slid along Jazz's back and up along the elegant sensor wings he was so enamored of.
Glossa tangled with his mate's as Jazz purred softly, wings flexing into Prowls hands and hips grinding against Prowl's. There was no hesitation, only a moan of need escaping him as his valve cover slid open.
Jazz attention shifted to nibbling on Prowl's neck shoulder as his spike pressurized between them, need strong in his field as it merged more deeply with Prowl's. A resonantly audible moan escaped Prowl as he responded to that need and his own anticipation of pleasure washing away the thoughts so he could recharge. It was desire that was echoed in Jazz's field as he concentrated on Prowl, pulling back and rolling his hips, sinking his spike into the waiting valve with one smooth motion.
~Yes,~ Prowl moaned across the bond, sharing how good it felt to be spread and filled, the intense pleasure of the slide of spike against well-lubricated valve nodes.
With another groan Jazz claimed a kiss from his mate as his hips started to roll in a steady rhythm, rubbing their frames together and maintaining as much contact as he could manage. Under him Prowl gratefully gave over all control to him, reveling in being made love to.
Prowl's hands roamed over Jazz's frame, stroking the wings spread over them and rolling his hips into each thrust that sent jolts of pleasure through his frame.
The need to comfort and be comforted, to feel the love and closeness of a loved one and be as close as they dared to another spark rolled across the bond as Jazz gave himself over the pleasure and his mate, forgetting everything else for the moment.
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Jazz had to smile as he watched the newest addition to the family chase lightcreatures around the great room. Dagger was an active little sparkling, healthy and quick. Though he was small and lightly built, he was well within the expectations of the House to everyone's relief. With Keepsafe's blessing to his health and Prowl's blessing in presenting him, all the technical risks were past.
A full adult now, her second kindling and carrying had given the House of Shining Sun another life to rejoice in. It was a healing balm to Stardancer's spark after the loss of her first sparkling, and no small relief to Prowl.
"He's adorable," Sideswipe grinned at his younger sibling, content, for now, to simply watch.
"You were as well when you were that age. And not being a terror." Jazz informed him, tone full of good humor.
"And most of the time I was being a terror," Sideswipe winked at his carrier, his sensor wings flaring and flicking in amusement. "He's going to be a sparkbreaker when he grows up."
"Yes, he is." Jazz had to chuckle at that. "Not that all you aren't." He had to admit, looking over at his twin creations that were watching the young sparkling. All of them were handsome mecha, with lovers and suitors chasing them by the time they were mechlings. Unlike the fliers that preceded them, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were not that interested in attachments, though they both indulged in pleasure when on offer.
~We do make good looking and desirable creations,~ Prowl purred at his mate's thought as he held Stardancer from behind.
Laughter flowed across the bond, Jazz's wings flicking as he agreed. Times like these made his functioning perfect, when he had most of his family together.
~I look forward to the next time you feel like procreating,~ Prowl purred, nuzzling Stardancer in approval of her addition and causing her to melt back against her Lord, much more secure in her place now.
~Now?~ Jazz asked, only half kidding and his wings flicking suggestively at his mate. Lightbeam was a midstage mechling, well on his way to independence.
The spike of desire he felt from his mate was all the answer he really needed.
~We do raise multiples well,~ Prowl said suggestively.
Jazz purred, visor flashing as he watched Dagger pounce on another on lightpatch, conquering it thoroughly before stalking the next one with equal intent and focus. ~It's not such a bad thing to have several close together. It gives them a playmate close to their own age. And my training is complete enough I could take another break...~ he concluded, fingers brushing unconsciously over the honor blade now openly displayed on his hip. Presented by his mate and Lord in honor of achieving his fourth level during the last House ceremony acknowledging those warriors who had progressed. It was also the maker where Prowl was finally willing to allow his mate to join him on campaign.
~Things are quiet now,~ Prowl added. ~It is extremely unlikely for a conflict to come in the next few vorns.~
He could feel Jazz considering that, rolling it around in his processor and looking at it from multiple angles, a skill and habit learned from Prowl. ~How many vorns out love?~
Prowl had to really think about that; it was a task complex enough to tax even his processors. ~There is a 8.8817% probability that a conflict large enough to warrant both of us occurring in the next ninety vorns.~
~So small that we would not be risking leaving a youngling alone.~ Jazz concluded.
~I believe so,~ Prowl purred softly again, his processors shifting off the calculations and back to the reason he'd been asked.
Jazz shifted his leg out of the way of a charging sparkling without conscious thought as he made a suggestion. ~Maybe Stardancer will be agreeable to recharging in her own berth tonight.~
Prowl nuzzled her. ~Would you mind recharging on your own for a few orns? Jazz and I wish to kindle a sibling for Dagger.~
~Of course not.~ Stardancer replied instantly, well aware that even after all of this time recharging with her Lord and his First Bonded was a privilege and not something that she was entitled too. A moment later and her processor caught up with the reason for his request. ~So close to Lightbeam?~
~Yes. We have done very well raising more than one,~ he gave her flashes in reminder that their first time was a group of three, then they had twins. ~That and Jazz dislikes leaving a sparkling or youngling if there is a war, something unlikely to happen in the next century.~
She turned her helm, silently requesting a kiss that was granted with Prowl's customary passion. ~Then I wish my Lord and his First Chosen the blessing of Primus.~
~Thank you,~ he deepened the kiss slightly. ~I will indulge you when we succeed.~
She purred in response, field brushing against his in affection and confidence.
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