He followed me home... can I keep him?

[nottabeater]

Bumblebee looked around as she appeared on the hill that overlooked the base, making sure that everything was alright. She could see Ratchet to one side, talking to Endeavor, and Ironhide leaning against the compound wall as he watched them. There was no sign of the native Jazz, but her audio receptors picked up the sound of Optimus Prime humming to himself somewhere inside as he ripped open the old computer monitors that they'd been given.

"Well," she said softly, turning her head toward where Jazz stood behind her holding their sleeping sparkling. "This is it."

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

"She is hard to wake once she's settled down," Prime says to himself softly, dropping his weeds and going to one knee as he gently lifts the sleeping femme and sparkling. Bee stirs slightly and lets air out of her intakes, but doesn't wake, and Honey only whimpers and clings.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz smiles and clicks at Honey before lifting up the tarp and laying out his and Optimus's piles of weeds out then fills in the holes with Ironhide's. He adds the leather cushions last. Pillows yanno. And then he starts setting up there tarp again.

"Aight, set them down."

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Prime does so gently, feeling his spark yearning for Elita as he gently rubbed Honey's back and then stood to walk outside.

Ironhide scowled and stomped a roach, then followed him.

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz smiles. "Thanks, guys." He sighs slightly at Prime's demeanor. There will be a long talk on this. Oh yes.

Later, he thinks as he settles down next to Bumblebee and Honey. Later he will talk to Prime.

"Later..." He murmurs as he wraps an arm around his wife and powers down.