jazz gets turned into a baby but is still like. sneaky as shit and wants to cause problems on purpose. so naturally he sneaks away atp and ends up spying on the cons. but also hes a baby so hes immediately caught
cue his arch rival (but also full time single father) soundwave having the most emotionally confusing time of his life
(btw love ur au!! this isnt a request in any way, just smt to read and smile at maybe)
Thank you! This was a cute I idea I had to share
Unlike Optimus who just naturally gets in trouble but doesn’t mean to be difficult, Jazz likes to get into trouble and cause problems on purpose, he finds it funny
I can totally see the multiple times he would sneak off and get caught by the cons, Soundwave just comms Prowl like “come get your kid” but secretly is super endeared by sparkling Jazz
If Jazzcouldnt handle Prowl as a baby... how would prowl react to Jazz? I almost imagine instant mother hen mode kicks in
Prowl would be more lowkey about it but they are INSEPARABLE. Prowl will use any possible excuse to be near (and carry) sparkling Jazz. And if they’re somehow separated Jazz will sneak off to go find Prowl
Jazz is also a yappy baby (not as much as B-127, no one can beat him) so Prowl pretends to understand him and “talks” to him
(Also Prowl’s sparkling fever would go through the roof after this)
Jazz, often portrayed as a spy would likely have really great control over his energy field and what he projects! I think the idea of Soundwave finding this particularly nice would be so sweet. Especially if he is suffering with a migraine (jazz can provide physical affection without making it worse, which i think he would quite enjoy) or is simply just tired of dealing with his weird little thought reading abilities.
I love your work, it is very cute!!! Very seldom get into poly ships, but more jazzterwave for society.
ohhgh.you're so right. get overwhelmed so easily but girlfriend is warm and quiet and lovely
Sigh. I wasn’t strong enough to stop. I wrote a fic too
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Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine.
The thing is.
The procedure is designed to help.
Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.
Organics are fragile.
Most of the ones Jazz had met were, at least. Flesh is more susceptible to environmental influences than metal. Flesh accumulates damage faster, both external and internal. It often generates it itself.
The processes and causes are often a mystery to Jazz, but he's familiar with the general concept.
Organics are fragile.
That's why Jaz isn't very surprised by the crowds of medical personnel scurrying around a human military base.
As Prowl explained to him, humans don't have the built-in ability to open a HUD and perform self-diagnostics. Most of the time all you get is a vague signal in the form of pain in the injured area or nausea or changes in body temperature and things like that.
Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine. It's weird for Jazz. He's used to coming in for physical exams only when something's obviously wrong. Pilots are supposed to get checks just in case anything about them in theory could start breaking down in the future.
The thing is.
The procedure is designed to help.
Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.
He spots the scientist in purple pretty quickly. A crowd of white-haired pilots is a nightmare to identify but this particular organic catches his attention almost instantly.
He's quite...extravagant looking. And he's practically glued to Prowl. They're involved in something together that Jazz isn't sure about, but Prowl looks...wobbly...when he returns from his visits to Tarantulas. And not in a funny way.
Tarantulas holds a special interest in Prowl. Special access, too. Whenever Prowl is injured, Tarantulas is the one who must be contacted immediately. Prowl's mech system needs an upgrade - Tarantulas must be consulted.
Tarantulas slips into the crevices and oozes between the plates. His hands are all over Prowl's personal space and Jazz doesn't really know what he should do about it because Prowl apparently doesn't mind.
Tarantulas dictates what he can and can't eat. What medications he should take and what software he should use.
Tarantulas gives him these little white bracelets with the information he writes on them for the other medics, because Prowl is special for some reason and only Tarantulas has instructions for him.
Knockout wipes his hands with some kind of special napkin and jerks his head around
“If you're looking for Prowl, he's in the labs for a physical.”
Jazz pretends this information is as mundane to him as it is to everyone else on this base
“Why can't you or the other medics examine him?”
“None of us have time to deal with the creepy experiments Prowl is constantly involved in” snorts Knockout ”Last time I checked his blood could dissolve plastic. Haha figuratively of course! Don't look at me like that!”
Jazz smiles, but there's no friendliness behind that smile
“Is this scientist doing experiments on Prowl?”
“Ah. As a matter of fact. Yes. Listen...” Knockout hastily picks up the first aid kit and walks towards the med bays “You'd better ask him yourself. My shift ends in ten minutes, I'm not in the mood to start anything now.”
Jazz nods
“Suuure , no problem.”
“Can I ask what you do in there?”
Prowl has this...look. The one that shows up usually after he gets back from the labs.
In his head, Jazz calls it “'Wobbly.” It's like Prowl's little organic body's joints are coming loose. If he had joints of course (Wait, humans have joints? Right?).
Prowl squints glumly, looking up at him
“Working on improving my mobility on the field.”
Jazz lets out a quiet “oooh.”
Then pulls himself back together
“Shouldn't that involve working on your armor, and not ..uh. you?”
Prowl leans his back against the wall.
“Installing new thrusters on a mech of my class doesn't make sense. They'll increase its speed, but they'll also burn fuel faster.
And installing larger fuel tanks is something reserved for Strikers. There's no way Orion would approve such an upgrade for me.”
Jazz carefully sits down on the floor next to Prowl. It still doesn't give him a good angle on his human's face, but Prowl stares at the floor anyway so...
“And you found some kind of loophole huh?”
Prowl gives a barely perceptible shrug.
“I did some calculations and noticed that the fuel used to run the Heavy Mechs is much more efficient. It's slower to burn out, and gives significantly better performance. Which makes sense, considering it's needed to compensate for the weight of the heavy armor. Used in my mech, it would give me a ten percent increase in speed and twice as much active usage time.
Jazz glares at the top of Prowl's head.
“Sounds like an epic idea, but I'm sensing a 'but' coming...”
“But it's highly toxic.”
“It's what??”
Prowl rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers
“Only heavy mechs can run this type of fuel because there's enough room in them to insulate the cockpit well enough from any possible chemical exposure.”
Jazz nervously pulls the servo toward Prowl but hesitates at the last second and places it on the floor next to him.
“Prowl. Prowl your armor is lovely but it's anything but heavy.”
“It is” nods Prowl “There isn't enough room in my mech to shield me from any negative effects, so Tarantulas is working on making me immune to them.”
“But that....kind of...why are you letting him? I'm no expert, but sitting inside poisoned armor can't be good for you. I don't know what he told you, but if you had asked even one other medic...”
Prowl finally lifts his head and stares into Jazz's optics for a couple seconds
“He didn't convince me of anything. I asked him to do it myself.”
“Prowl...”
“People have biases against Tarantulas but I assure you, he doesn't do anything I didn't consent to him doing. He likes to go outside the box in his research. He doesn't dismiss my ideas as too harsh. We collaborate.”
“.....”
“The result will be worth it. You'll see.”
Jazz is uncomfortable admitting it, but he sees.
The result is impressive.
Prowl can not only move fast, he can do it for a long time. He's getting more efficient (again), faster (again), better (Prowl's subjective assessment).
The maintenance team wears special masks when working on the internal systems of his mech. The fuel is toxic. Not to Jazz, but even Jazz wouldn't want it to get on his plating.
And humans are fragile.
All organics tend to be fragile.
And Prowl... little flesh-and-blood Prowl gets into this poisoned armor and it's considered acceptable? Because his organic body seems to have developed enough resistance to this kind of damage he only gets a “”mild, easily treatable“” poisoning? And Tarantulas adds another white bracelet to his arm with notes on what substances Prowl needs to put in his drinks to keep his internal components from accumulating damage.
Jazz isn't sure what to think about this.
Jazz doesn't know what to do about it.
And frankly. Does he have the right to get involved if this is what Prowl has chosen for himself?
Tarantulas is a creepy, haunting shadow hanging over Prowl at the slightest opportunity. Tarantulas takes Prowl to a lab and runs poison through his veins. Tarantulas adores Prowl for allowing him to do this.
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