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Title: Dr Spock's Sparkling Care: Seeker Edition (Chapter 3)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
The outburst didn’t go unnoticed. Ratchet stormed over, wrench in hand (and didn’t everyone else just cringe when he gestured with it). “No. You are not allowed to throw a fit now. I put mine on hold while Spike and Carly had their respective breakdowns, so it’s my turn now, and you are not going to deprive me of it!”
Twin ‘eep’s and quick nods pacified the medic, and as he turned away to continue grumbling at Wheeljack and Sparkplug, Skywarp found that he needed to sit down once more.
“‘Cracker, what do we do now?” Faced with his wingmate’s lost expression, the blue jet dropped down next to Skywarp and sighed heavily.
“Pit if I know.”
“That makes three of us.” Red optics looked down to see two humans wander over, the very picture of wariness. Spike tried for an unconvincing smile. “So, how much slag are we in right now?”
Shaking his head, Thundercracker shot a quelling look at the purple mech and knelt to be at their eye level. “None from us.”
They blinked at him, and he sighed again. “I highly doubt you set out to have Starscream imprint on you. Besides, you know what he’s like as a mech, as a sparkling… Let’s just say you’re going to have enough to deal with without us gunning for you as well.”
The dark haired man groaned, and Skywarp couldn’t help but commiserate. “Yeah. Exactly.”
= = =
It was declared that Spike and Carly would move in with the seekers, a decision that both sides had tussled over long and loud. Curiously, Thundercracker and Skywarp had been against the idea because they were afraid of inadvertently injuring the humans. Carly rolled her eyes at that. She gestured at the recharging sparkling, curled up on the berth, high above her.
“Well, how do you expect us to care for him? He stands as tall as we are, and he’s made of metal. We’d not survive a tantrum.”
“They have a point there, y’know.” The interjection came from the visored mech staying out of reach of both parties, trying to referee the ‘discussion’ while Wheeljack, Sparkplug and Ratchet were off making their reports to Optimus Prime. The seekers glared at him, and Thundercracker countered sharply.
“Look, we’re not Autobots. We’re not used to running around with squishable little organics underfoot, and there’s a great chance of you ending up there if we do this.”
“You dealt with us just fine when we were in the med bay fixing Starscream. We’ll be careful. The Autobots weren’t used to interacting with us either at first. Primus knows, some of them still haven’t registered the fact that ‘human’ equals ‘more fragile than me’.” Spike argued, obviously recalling a few choice ‘incidents’.
“The med bay is considerably larger than our quarters!” Skywarp snapped, waking Starscream, who proceeded to live up to his name. Wincing in pain, Thundercracker thwapped his wingmate upside the head for being an idiot, and hissed at the humans.
“Well? Do something!”
“Like?”
“How should I know? Do I look like I’ve had dealings with sparklings before? Pick him up!”
“Pick him up?! With what?! A crane?!”
”Don’t know, don't care, just do it. Before our audios fry!”
“Oh for the love of Primus.” Jazz sounded exasperated, unusual for the easygoing Ops mech. He stepped forward, picking up the squalling seekerling, easily keeping a hold of the little flier, clearly displeased to be in his arms and wanting someone else to hold him. Gently patting Starscream’s wings until the edge was taken off the wailing, Jazz then set his engines to a soft, comforting purr as he hummed, low and musical.
“Thundercracker, get your aft over here.” The Porsche managed to say this without skipping a beat, incorporating the words into the tune. The stunned seeker complied, and grasped at the baby jet suddenly placed in his arms. As Starscream’s whines threatened to break into full out howling again, Jazz held out a hand to Carly, then lifted her up to arrange both woman and sparkling in the blue jet’s hold.
“Stroke his helm, Carly, until he calms down. Skywarp, Spike, your turn next.” Again, this was said in singsong, but neither individual thought to laugh at the black and white. Amazingly, Starscream soon quieted, clicking curiously at his imprintees and the strangers they were perched on.
“Good.” Jazz sounded pleased with himself. “Now, you lot are probably gonna have to stay like this for a bit. TC, ‘Warp, transfer ‘Screamer between each other so he gets used to both of you seekers. Carly and Spike, stay within sight of Starscream, in contact would be best.”
“… Whoa, Jazz. You really are good at everything, it seems.” Spike’s wide eyed admiration was met with a quiet laugh.
“I’m gonna leave you four to get him settled. Head back to the seekers’ rooms, and once the bitty mech is in recharge, one of you come find me. We’ll get to work on moving you in.”
Obediently, the jets started for their quarters, humans and sparkling in tow. Starscream was already drooping, energy levels drained by his crying fit and self repair systems. Jazz watched them leave, his usual grin briefly replaced by a wistful little smile that thankfully, no one noticed. The gentle brush of a doorwing against his shoulder when he took over monitor duty was just Prowl being clumsy.
drharper and bookworm_faith for the help.Title: Dr Spock's Sparkling Care: Seeker Edition (Chapter 3)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
The outburst didn’t go unnoticed. Ratchet stormed over, wrench in hand (and didn’t everyone else just cringe when he gestured with it). “No. You are not allowed to throw a fit now. I put mine on hold while Spike and Carly had their respective breakdowns, so it’s my turn now, and you are not going to deprive me of it!”
Twin ‘eep’s and quick nods pacified the medic, and as he turned away to continue grumbling at Wheeljack and Sparkplug, Skywarp found that he needed to sit down once more.
“‘Cracker, what do we do now?” Faced with his wingmate’s lost expression, the blue jet dropped down next to Skywarp and sighed heavily.
“Pit if I know.”
“That makes three of us.” Red optics looked down to see two humans wander over, the very picture of wariness. Spike tried for an unconvincing smile. “So, how much slag are we in right now?”
Shaking his head, Thundercracker shot a quelling look at the purple mech and knelt to be at their eye level. “None from us.”
They blinked at him, and he sighed again. “I highly doubt you set out to have Starscream imprint on you. Besides, you know what he’s like as a mech, as a sparkling… Let’s just say you’re going to have enough to deal with without us gunning for you as well.”
The dark haired man groaned, and Skywarp couldn’t help but commiserate. “Yeah. Exactly.”
= = =
It was declared that Spike and Carly would move in with the seekers, a decision that both sides had tussled over long and loud. Curiously, Thundercracker and Skywarp had been against the idea because they were afraid of inadvertently injuring the humans. Carly rolled her eyes at that. She gestured at the recharging sparkling, curled up on the berth, high above her.
“Well, how do you expect us to care for him? He stands as tall as we are, and he’s made of metal. We’d not survive a tantrum.”
“They have a point there, y’know.” The interjection came from the visored mech staying out of reach of both parties, trying to referee the ‘discussion’ while Wheeljack, Sparkplug and Ratchet were off making their reports to Optimus Prime. The seekers glared at him, and Thundercracker countered sharply.
“Look, we’re not Autobots. We’re not used to running around with squishable little organics underfoot, and there’s a great chance of you ending up there if we do this.”
“You dealt with us just fine when we were in the med bay fixing Starscream. We’ll be careful. The Autobots weren’t used to interacting with us either at first. Primus knows, some of them still haven’t registered the fact that ‘human’ equals ‘more fragile than me’.” Spike argued, obviously recalling a few choice ‘incidents’.
“The med bay is considerably larger than our quarters!” Skywarp snapped, waking Starscream, who proceeded to live up to his name. Wincing in pain, Thundercracker thwapped his wingmate upside the head for being an idiot, and hissed at the humans.
“Well? Do something!”
“Like?”
“How should I know? Do I look like I’ve had dealings with sparklings before? Pick him up!”
“Pick him up?! With what?! A crane?!”
”Don’t know, don't care, just do it. Before our audios fry!”
“Oh for the love of Primus.” Jazz sounded exasperated, unusual for the easygoing Ops mech. He stepped forward, picking up the squalling seekerling, easily keeping a hold of the little flier, clearly displeased to be in his arms and wanting someone else to hold him. Gently patting Starscream’s wings until the edge was taken off the wailing, Jazz then set his engines to a soft, comforting purr as he hummed, low and musical.
“Thundercracker, get your aft over here.” The Porsche managed to say this without skipping a beat, incorporating the words into the tune. The stunned seeker complied, and grasped at the baby jet suddenly placed in his arms. As Starscream’s whines threatened to break into full out howling again, Jazz held out a hand to Carly, then lifted her up to arrange both woman and sparkling in the blue jet’s hold.
“Stroke his helm, Carly, until he calms down. Skywarp, Spike, your turn next.” Again, this was said in singsong, but neither individual thought to laugh at the black and white. Amazingly, Starscream soon quieted, clicking curiously at his imprintees and the strangers they were perched on.
“Good.” Jazz sounded pleased with himself. “Now, you lot are probably gonna have to stay like this for a bit. TC, ‘Warp, transfer ‘Screamer between each other so he gets used to both of you seekers. Carly and Spike, stay within sight of Starscream, in contact would be best.”
“… Whoa, Jazz. You really are good at everything, it seems.” Spike’s wide eyed admiration was met with a quiet laugh.
“I’m gonna leave you four to get him settled. Head back to the seekers’ rooms, and once the bitty mech is in recharge, one of you come find me. We’ll get to work on moving you in.”
Obediently, the jets started for their quarters, humans and sparkling in tow. Starscream was already drooping, energy levels drained by his crying fit and self repair systems. Jazz watched them leave, his usual grin briefly replaced by a wistful little smile that thankfully, no one noticed. The gentle brush of a doorwing against his shoulder when he took over monitor duty was just Prowl being clumsy.
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Date: 2009-01-19 07:48 pm (UTC)Jazz is a baby-whisperer it seems! ^¬^
... Aaawwwwwwww... Can't think of anything else right now!
Here, your cookie!
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
PS: ::still looking for a sparkling for herself, with no luck at it::
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:35 pm (UTC)(Maybe you'll have better luck adopting?)
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Date: 2009-01-19 08:27 pm (UTC)And we all know how clumsy Prowl is all the time, right?
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 01:36 pm (UTC)Yup. Clumsy, that's Prowl.
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Date: 2009-01-21 02:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-19 08:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 01:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 01:42 am (UTC)Oh dear. XD
“Pick him up?! With what?! A crane?!”
Snerk!
Aaaahahahahaha! Awesome Jazz is awesome! <3
...
Oh Prowl. ::wibbles:: <3333333333333333333333333333
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 03:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-20 03:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 08:41 am (UTC)help with the title? what help?Aw Jazz, getting a bit clucky there are we? I love how Ratchet makes them take turns to have a breakdown. And he gets to go FIRST, Primus fraggit. XD The line about the crane just about kills me. And then Prowl being sweet & subtly commiserating finishes the job nicely.
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:58 pm (UTC)Ratchet needs his breakdowns out of the way so he can fix the idiots after they've had theirs. *reads rest of comment* Soooo... you're ded?
0_0 *flails for revive button*
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Date: 2009-01-20 03:24 pm (UTC)I have to know, is Prowl planning a... surprize for Jazz?
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Date: 2009-01-20 04:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-20 06:53 pm (UTC)Love the crane line. So very Spike. :D And Jazz knows everything!
Sure, Prowl is clumsy. We all knew that. *wry smile* Don't worry, Prowl, I won't tell.
More would be wonderful!
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Date: 2009-01-20 07:14 pm (UTC)*is working on more*
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Date: 2009-01-21 12:40 am (UTC)Kinda surprised that Thundercracker or Skywarp didn't entertain paranoid ideas of them doing it on purpose to "force" them to join up or maybe train sparkling!Screamer to be a nice, human-friendly mech when he grows up. Of course, Skywarp probably doesn't think deep enough to automatically imagine that and TC...well, he's one of the more level-headed of the 'Cons.
Oh, Ratchet! We will all have our nervous-breakdowns IN ORDER. Take a fraggin' number and wait your slaggin' turn!
And the crane line! Bwahahahahahaha!
I really want to see exactly 1) how this imprinting happened, 2) how everyone figured out what happened and 3) the nature of Spike and Carly's nervous breakdowns.
*giggles*
Autobot Jazz. Full time saboteur. Part-time supernanny. ;)
Eagerly awaiting more...but don't neglect the other sparkling fic. You left us (and Optimus) on a terrible cliffhanger there.
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:25 am (UTC)The paranoia comes a little later, when it's had time to sink in ^_^
Other sparkling fic is being prodded along, really ~_~;;
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Date: 2009-01-21 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-21 02:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-21 02:49 pm (UTC)Carly: *sighs as she looks over at napping Screamer* Okay, I was SO not planning on the whole domestic thing this soon.
Ironhide: Then why were you and Spike talking about starting a family the other day?
Carly: *eyeroll* Talking about. As in discussing what we may want in the future and trying to figure out if we're compatable. Kinda things you wanna know before a commitment is made.
Huffer: *snorts* The way you two have been going at it in the back corridors, I'm surprised it hasn't happened already.
Carly: *glares* One word - contraceptives...and why the hell am I even having this conversation?! *storms off*
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-21 09:22 pm (UTC)Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week! Tip your waitstaff!
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Date: 2009-01-21 02:50 am (UTC)Jazz as Supernanny makes me smile, while Spike's line about a crane had me LOL! Trust Jazz to know the solution to the problem and implement it with such style. Jazz is teh awesome.
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Date: 2009-01-21 08:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-23 08:07 pm (UTC)I think Jazz needs a little one all of his own. It would be adorable.
And I never would have even thought about trine!Lambos or otherwise. That makes my head hurt.
This was adorable.
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Date: 2009-01-24 07:06 am (UTC)Glad you liked this.
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Date: 2009-05-15 06:32 pm (UTC)this is so danged funny. and Ratchet's rant in the previous part about killed me :3