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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 27: Rebuilding

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Jazz stretched his sensor wings before folding them flat and making his way down the hall to the Lord's suite. It had been a long orn, and all he wanted to do was to get back and settle into the berth with Prowl and Stardancer for the night.
The outer door opened to his code, and he crossed the central room of the suite, noting that the nursery was already quiet and closed for the night. So it was no surprise when he opened to door the master berthroom to find two frames already stretched out comfortably on the large berth.
"Stardancer." Jazz murmured, greeting the femme that seemed to be well on her way to recharge before focusing on Prowl. ~Love.~
~Love,~ golden optics brightened slightly as his mate looked up and smiled warmly in greeting. ~Your orn was a long one.~
~But it is hopefully over now, and I am here.~ Jazz replied as he slipped gracefully on to the berth and kissed Prowl. A strong arm wrapped around him, drawing him closer as Prowl sought another kiss that was willingly given as Jazz sank against him.
~I have missed you,~ Prowl murmured. ~I miss being strong enough to perform my function.~
~I know you have love. The House looks forward to your return. I am a poor substitute.~
~You are a fine Lord,~ Prowl said firmly as he kissed Jazz's forehelm. ~You saved the House from a far worse disaster than it had already suffered that orn.~
~I had fine teachers.~ Jazz countered as he settled beside his mate, arranging limbs and wings so that he was thoroughly entwined with Prowl. He felt Stardancer shift with them, snuggling against Prowl even in recharge. ~The House is recovering. It is strong. But morale will be better when you are seen for yourself and functioning.~
~Agreed. We have survived worse, though it was generations ago,~ Prowl murmured, though it did nothing to make his spark ache less for his lost mecha. ~There will be many sparklings in the next hand of vorns. In five hundred vorns we will have more skilled warriors than we would have without this. It does not hurt any less knowing that.~
A small smile appeared on Jazz's features. ~Which is why Keepsafe said you may venture out for a little tomorrow if you wish.~
That brightened Prowl's optics right through his frame. ~I would welcome a meal in the warrior's mess. Even if I must lean on you, I will be in better shape than the last time they saw me.~
~Then choose the meal, and I will do my best to see that my schedule is clear. Or you know that Thunderstorm will escort you.~ Jazz said, his field brightening with his mate's after the shadow of the reminder of those lost. ~He was greatly worried for you. He tracked down Lord Soundwave himself.~
Another flicker of surprise, then burst of pride. ~That is quite a prize. So they are a subordinate House to us now. That will be interesting. How well do you know Skybeam and Sounder?~
~Well enough. We got into trouble as younglings together that I think my sire's second bonded still does not know about.~ Jazz's visor flashed with wicked humor before dimming down to seriousness again. ~Sire trusts them, as does Cadence.~
~We will need someone to take control of House Mindsweeper. It all but has to be a telepath, given the House's penchant for producing them,~ Prowl said quietly. ~And he is at least familiar with them, I would think. It is a stretch, but as the brother to my bonded, Skybeam is kin to me now.~
~He is the youngest next to me, and a warrior, though Sounder is a political. Kin.~ Jazz mused for a moment. ~They will keep it well until you find someone to rule it. Or they might even consider formal adoption if you are pleased with their management.~
~Then would you contact them and Lord Crossbeam about it in the morning?~ Prowl requested. ~The sooner we have a trusted pair of optics there the better. I do not expect they will take to Praxian rule well.~
~Yes, I will contact them all in the morning. And the sooner we can get that set up and the official changes submitted, the better.~ Jazz nuzzled Prowl gently. ~We are probably going to be hearing from the Royal House of Vos soon as well.~
Prowl sighed. ~Starscream is many things, including persistent,~ he nearly growled.
His mate vented softly, the warm air rushing over Prowl as Jazz pulled away slightly, and edge of shame in his field. ~He saved your life, and probably mine and all of those with me as well. I promised him I would remember this fact to you, the next time he came calling.~
Shock filtered through the bond. ~Starscream? Not Thunderstorm?~
~It was Starscream who slew Megatron in the ambush.~ Jazz informed him, offering the memory to his mate. The terror he had felt when he had seen the cannon aimed at his mate, the determination to prevent Prowl's deactivation and the loss to the House whatever the cost. The shame he still felt over the fact.
~No shame is yours to bear,~ Prowl told him firmly. ~It was my failure, the failure of my plans that created the situation in the first place. You saved my Guard, love. Manchet tells me you lead admirably when I was captured. Though he still refuses to give me a list of losses.~
~Keepsafe's orders,~ Jazz said gently, the bond full of love and thanks for the forgiveness that Prowl offered. ~She intends to do that herself.~
Prowl huffed in annoyance, but accepted it. ~Starscream really brought that many trines ... and offered you Megatron's helm?~
~Yes, to both. His forces allowed us to retreat without further casualties, and I refused his offer of the kill. It was not mine.~ Jazz explained with simple conviction.
~Still, to offer...~ Prowl murmured, amazed at the implications of it. ~He really wants Thunderstorm, badly.~
~Yes, he does. It might be time to talk to Thunderstorm.~ Jazz suggested, even though the idea of their second creation leaving them twisted his spark.
~He's made his wishes very clear, and often,~ Prowl murmured. ~I can not fault Starscream's treatment of him. I can not deny it would be an exceptional bonding for the House and for him.~ He huffed unhappily. ~My creation is correct. What Starscream did to me does not mean Thunderstorm is so affected. He has always been more adaptable than I to chaos.~
~Thunderstorm is strong. He is intelligent. And Starscream has even admitted that he seeks to build a trine. A third balance may well be enough to keep him in check.~ Jazz offered his own logic.
~I don't want him to leave,~ Prowl admitted to his core objection. ~He's the only creation I will ever carry.~
~I know love.~ Jazz held him tighter. It was the reason he had been so relieved when the mech that was seriously courting Bladesinger was of lower status. ~And he does as well. Not even Starscream will be able to make him forget that fact.~
~If Starscream asks again, I will no longer object,~ Prowl said painfully. ~We raised him well. Taught him to think for himself. To value himself. If he still wishes to be with Starscream, I need to let him go.~
~He will not forget us love.~ Jazz said with conviction, kissing Prowl soothingly. It was a contact that was accepted and sought more of. A touch that most nights would lead to passionate interfacing, a mood that begged for a merge had to be content with the most gentle and chaste of touches now. Prowl was not yet strong enough for more.
~And we can have another one love, once Keepsafe says you are clear.~ Jazz offered, almost pleaded through the contact. It wasn't the same as Prowl carrying- he knew this- but maybe it would be enough to ease his mate's distress some.
~It has been a while,~ Prowl rumbled, the flicker of desire bright in his spark at the thought of creating a new life with his mate. ~It would make the House feel better, knowing that we both returned strong enough to create another life. It would be a joyous event. For us and the House.~
~Once you are cleared.~ Jazz promised, spark singing at the thought and happiness and hope it brought. ~For the House. And for us.~
~For the future,~ Prowl agreed, claiming a kiss with as much passion as his recovering frame could muster.
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