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Jazz, Prowl, Bee and the prompt and the two being sort of brotherly for young Bee. Extra points if you throw in Sam and Mikaela thoughts on Jazz and Prowl and if it's just friendship or more between them.
Andmapleflavored:
Sunny, Sides, and Blue. I guess 'pranks' is the most obvious... Though something about Sunny being an artist would work too.
They kinda merged into one story halfway through the writing ^_^;;
“Jazz- oh.”
The hacker looked up at the android who’d come looking for him and smiled apologetically, tilting his head at the sleeping boy in his arms. “Hey Prowl. Sorry, I’ll be right with you once I get Bee here tucked in. Found him conked out on the sofa. Kid’s still trying to make contact with his friends, ‘specially after what the holos told him.”
“He hasn’t succeeded, I take it.”
“Nope. Ratch’ set up a metric tonne of blocks after Bee here crashed too many times in a row. And even if he did get past them, the doc’s also removed his wireless chips. Hatchet can be vindictive when he’s that fragged off. The blocks have kept him from figuring that out so far, so don’t tell the kid, ‘kay?”
“Very well. Do you need a hand?”
“Yeah, take him for a moment.” The teen was carefully transferred over, and Jazz sighed. “Oof. Kid’s heavy for someone built like a twig.”
“I can carry him the rest of the way. I presume we’re heading towards his quarters?”
“Mmhm, I’ll show you where they are.”
“I have access to the base layout.”
“You don’t have access to his room. And I’m not talking about the standard locks either. Bee’s going through a little prank war with some of the guys here, so he’s got a couple of booby traps set up.”
“I see. Bluestreak did mention something about that a few days back. Why is there a prank war going on?”
“You need a reason?” At the raised eyebrow Jazz got, he chuckled and gently stroked Bee’s hair. “They’re trying to distract him. I keep telling Sides’ that Bee’s capable of multitasking, but he doesn’t listen. Thanks to him, we now know that Sunstreaker’s an artist when sufficiently motivated. His ‘Barbie goes Glitter’ redeco of Bee’s room was inspired.”
“Perhaps Sideswipe will be more amenable to heeding your warnings after being roundly defeated by your young friend here.”
“Heh. Perhaps. Here we are. Stand back. I’m not sure what he’s got set up.”
Prowl dutifully made sure he was out of the theoretically plausible blast radius, and Jazz quickly had the door open and the pranks surrounding it disabled. He beckoned the android and his cargo in, and between them, they soon had Bee properly buried under his covers. The pair had just made it to the teen’s door when he stirred, murmuring their names sleepily. The hacker went back to Bee’s side, crouching by his bed to ruffle his hair.
“Hey kid, just dropping you off after I found you crashed in the rec room. Get some rest, alright? Can’t prank anyone when you can’t see straight.”
“Mmkay… G’night.”
“Good night, Bee. Sleep well.”
Jazz exited again, exhaling slowly as he shut the door. Walking up to Prowl, he gestured down the corridor and the android smoothly fell in step with him. Quietly, Prowl observed. “You have a soft spot for Bee.”
The hacker shrugged. “He reminds me of someone. A kid like Bee. Always getting into code he wasn’t supposed to. Heck, he got into anything he was told he wasn’t supposed to get into.”
“… Sounds familiar.” Prowl smiled faintly at him, and Jazz laughed, visor glinting under the lights.
“You could say it runs in the family. I was talking ‘bout my little brother. Gave himself a fancy hacker name and everything. I ran myself ragged keeping him out of trouble.”
Sighing wistfully, Jazz started when Prowl cautiously slid one arm around his shoulders in an awkward sort of hug, then tightened the hold slightly. “Prowl?”
“You needed it.” The android replied, trying to be matter of fact, and Jazz paused before slinging his own arm across Prowl’s back in return.
“… So, still up for movie night?”
“If you are.”
“Great! Mission Impossible marathon, here we come!”
= = =
Watching through the cameras that dotted the base, one AI murmured to another in their little corner of cyberspace.
=So… what do you think? Aren’t they kinda sweet? And they take such good care of our Bee.=
=Dunno. One’s human, the other’s a bot. And I really don’t think I can contemplate anything more than friendship going on between them just yet.=
=Hmph. You’re impossible, you know that, Sam?=
=You love me anyway, Mikaela.=
She sent him a series of aggravated emoticons, and got a kitten picture in return. Irritation fading, Mikaela-holo curled into her counterpart, grumbling static half heartedly as Sam-holo hummed in satisfaction.
=Oh, quit gloating already.= The female based AI sent, and the other program brushed against her coding affectionately, his answer drawing a laugh and shattering her resolve to remain annoyed with him.
=Yes dear.=
star_lin:Jazz, Prowl, Bee and the prompt and the two being sort of brotherly for young Bee. Extra points if you throw in Sam and Mikaela thoughts on Jazz and Prowl and if it's just friendship or more between them.
And
mapleflavored:Sunny, Sides, and Blue. I guess 'pranks' is the most obvious... Though something about Sunny being an artist would work too.
They kinda merged into one story halfway through the writing ^_^;;
“Jazz- oh.”
The hacker looked up at the android who’d come looking for him and smiled apologetically, tilting his head at the sleeping boy in his arms. “Hey Prowl. Sorry, I’ll be right with you once I get Bee here tucked in. Found him conked out on the sofa. Kid’s still trying to make contact with his friends, ‘specially after what the holos told him.”
“He hasn’t succeeded, I take it.”
“Nope. Ratch’ set up a metric tonne of blocks after Bee here crashed too many times in a row. And even if he did get past them, the doc’s also removed his wireless chips. Hatchet can be vindictive when he’s that fragged off. The blocks have kept him from figuring that out so far, so don’t tell the kid, ‘kay?”
“Very well. Do you need a hand?”
“Yeah, take him for a moment.” The teen was carefully transferred over, and Jazz sighed. “Oof. Kid’s heavy for someone built like a twig.”
“I can carry him the rest of the way. I presume we’re heading towards his quarters?”
“Mmhm, I’ll show you where they are.”
“I have access to the base layout.”
“You don’t have access to his room. And I’m not talking about the standard locks either. Bee’s going through a little prank war with some of the guys here, so he’s got a couple of booby traps set up.”
“I see. Bluestreak did mention something about that a few days back. Why is there a prank war going on?”
“You need a reason?” At the raised eyebrow Jazz got, he chuckled and gently stroked Bee’s hair. “They’re trying to distract him. I keep telling Sides’ that Bee’s capable of multitasking, but he doesn’t listen. Thanks to him, we now know that Sunstreaker’s an artist when sufficiently motivated. His ‘Barbie goes Glitter’ redeco of Bee’s room was inspired.”
“Perhaps Sideswipe will be more amenable to heeding your warnings after being roundly defeated by your young friend here.”
“Heh. Perhaps. Here we are. Stand back. I’m not sure what he’s got set up.”
Prowl dutifully made sure he was out of the theoretically plausible blast radius, and Jazz quickly had the door open and the pranks surrounding it disabled. He beckoned the android and his cargo in, and between them, they soon had Bee properly buried under his covers. The pair had just made it to the teen’s door when he stirred, murmuring their names sleepily. The hacker went back to Bee’s side, crouching by his bed to ruffle his hair.
“Hey kid, just dropping you off after I found you crashed in the rec room. Get some rest, alright? Can’t prank anyone when you can’t see straight.”
“Mmkay… G’night.”
“Good night, Bee. Sleep well.”
Jazz exited again, exhaling slowly as he shut the door. Walking up to Prowl, he gestured down the corridor and the android smoothly fell in step with him. Quietly, Prowl observed. “You have a soft spot for Bee.”
The hacker shrugged. “He reminds me of someone. A kid like Bee. Always getting into code he wasn’t supposed to. Heck, he got into anything he was told he wasn’t supposed to get into.”
“… Sounds familiar.” Prowl smiled faintly at him, and Jazz laughed, visor glinting under the lights.
“You could say it runs in the family. I was talking ‘bout my little brother. Gave himself a fancy hacker name and everything. I ran myself ragged keeping him out of trouble.”
Sighing wistfully, Jazz started when Prowl cautiously slid one arm around his shoulders in an awkward sort of hug, then tightened the hold slightly. “Prowl?”
“You needed it.” The android replied, trying to be matter of fact, and Jazz paused before slinging his own arm across Prowl’s back in return.
“… So, still up for movie night?”
“If you are.”
“Great! Mission Impossible marathon, here we come!”
= = =
Watching through the cameras that dotted the base, one AI murmured to another in their little corner of cyberspace.
=So… what do you think? Aren’t they kinda sweet? And they take such good care of our Bee.=
=Dunno. One’s human, the other’s a bot. And I really don’t think I can contemplate anything more than friendship going on between them just yet.=
=Hmph. You’re impossible, you know that, Sam?=
=You love me anyway, Mikaela.=
She sent him a series of aggravated emoticons, and got a kitten picture in return. Irritation fading, Mikaela-holo curled into her counterpart, grumbling static half heartedly as Sam-holo hummed in satisfaction.
=Oh, quit gloating already.= The female based AI sent, and the other program brushed against her coding affectionately, his answer drawing a laugh and shattering her resolve to remain annoyed with him.
=Yes dear.=
