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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[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz clicks at the little sparkling and rubs his palm gently across her head. "Sorry, Honey. Daddy had to kiss your Mommy or he'd explode."

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee watches as the little one lifts her head and looks at Jazz, then purrs a little and turns her head to look toward the big tarp in the corner that serves as a bed for anybody who wants to lay down and rest. "(Come on, I should probably 'sleep' too. I have to get up early to get Sam to school.)"

[dajazzmech.livejournal.com]

Jazz frowns at the makeshift bed. "(That bed is inadequate for the both of you.)" He looks about. "(You two go on and lay down though. I'm gonna see is the humans left somethin' here I can bulk it up with.)"

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee blinks, but nods. "(Alright.)"

Honey squeals and squirms, and she looks down to murmur to her as she carries her over to the tarp and lays down. It's been a long day, and her systems have soon settled down to standby as Honey listens to her internal sounds and watches Prime work.