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09 September 2011 @ 11:42 am
Surprising Origin  
 Title:   Surprising Origin
Author:  cmdrtekk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:  around 2600
Series: G1-ish
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Wheeljack, Ratchet, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Warnings: Yeah, robots that use male pronouns to describe themselves, referencing or discussing intimate relationships and or referencing, discussing, or performing intimate acts may be present.
Summary:  Jazz learns more about Prowl than he knew before.
Authors Notes: For the Week 1 Prowl & Jazz Anniversary challenge on LJ.   link to the week 1 challenge page

 Wheeljack watched as Ratchet, with a cycling of his vents stepped back from the prone form of Optimus Primes Second in Command.  The two of them together had been working on the battered form of Prowl for nearly three joor; leaving the rest of the medical staff to fix up the other, relatively minor - in comparison - casualties.   All that time and they had only really succeeded in stabilizing the mech.  There were still joors of work to be done before Prowl onlined and returned to duty, and at this point Wheeljack knew it was still questionable as to whether the second in command would ever online again at all.

“Do you want to send the message, or shall I do it? 

Ratchet looked across Prowl on the surgical berth to the engineer, his look sharp despite his fatigue.  With his optics, never leaving Wheeljack he finally, reluctantly responded, “What message Jack?”
Wheeljack cycled his own vents at the response.  Ratchet hated loosing patients, all of the medical staff did, and it was completely understandable as far as the Chief Engineer was concerned.  Getting them to admit defeat or even hint at it was near impossible.  This was probably good, since when the medics did admit they weren’t Primus, things were certainly not good for the mech in question.  The war was, in Wheeljack’s opinion, hardest on the medical teams as they still performed in war what they had in peace time, but with a far different outcome. 

Now the thought that Prowl might be that close to permanent deactivation was something Ratchet would be very reluctant to admit.  Not factoring in the blow such a loss would be to Optimus and the Autobots in general, Prowl's death would mean the breaking of an intact family.  The last intact family Wheeljack knew of.  A family who despite their war time occupations had beat the odds and survived to this point in the war.  “They need to be told the situation,” offered Wheeljack mildly.

“You know as well as I Jack that if they learn of this they’ll drop everything there’re doing to get back here.  It could very well leave their unit at a disadvantage if it is combat engaged.”

“The chance that we’re gonna lose Prowl is still too high.  If we don’t tell them, and Primus forbid, we do lose him, they will tear us apart right before they go after the Cons who did this, along with anyone else who has the misfortune to get in their way.  They followed their creations into this army, who’s wearing what insignia will mean nothing to them if they join the matrix."
“Whether they know beforehand or not will not change their response if things go bad.”

Wheeljack agreed with Ratchet’s assessment and knew if Ratchet was even willing to hint that things could go “bad” with Prowl, it was worse than he himself had thought.  “Please Ratch, if they know first, they might have enough reason left to spare those with our insignia.”

Ratchet sighed with a cycling of air through his systems.  “Fine, I’ll send the message, along with a request for a medical leave.  Maybe they won’t end up in the brig getting here.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Ratchet replied gloomily.


The twin warriors, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe raced along the corridors of Autobot Headquarters in Iacon roughly pushing and shoving any and all who failed to get out of their way into walls and other mechs; their destination the main repair bay.  Word had reached them, four joors ago, carried personally and in secret by the Special Operations Agent Bumblebee, directly from Ratchet, that Prowl had been heavily damaged in a so called skirmish.  The message had been vague on details, but the details weren’t really necessary to convey the point.  This certainly wasn’t the first time one of their creations had been damaged in battle even though both now held positions that kept them out of direct battle much of the time.  However it was the first time Ratchet had ever messaged them regarding combat damage to either creation since they had joined the Autobots.  And over the many long vorns of war both creations had seen damage in plenty of battles.   The point being the CMO would not have done so if the situation were not mortally serious.  And Sideswipe could read between the lines.  Serious enough that the Chief Medical Officer’s message had included orders for their current commander to release them for immediate medical transfer to Headquarters.  Serious enough that Ratchet was trying to mitigate the potential fallout.  He knew Sunstreaker understood the seriousness as well, they had come straight from battle, their armor dented, scratched, carbon scored and covered in dry fluids, and not once had Sunstreaker fretted commented on it.

As they approached the Medical Bay, Sideswipe saw Optimus Prime's Third, Jazz from the Senior Staff, as well as Trailbreaker, Smokescreen and a couple other mechs he could not name but did recognize from Prowl’s Tactical planning team lineing the hallway just outside the med bay entryway.  The thought flashed quickly through Sideswipe’s processor that this was a fair amount of mechs to be waiting on a wounded comrade, Second in Command or not, this far out from the completed battle.  Neither slowed as they approached the door, shoving past the officers and lower ranked mechs just as they had through the rest of the base.  Jazz made a grab at Sunstreaker’s arm as the yellow warrior stepped through the already opening Med Bay doors, only to find himself grabbed in turn and thrown against the opposite wall and pinned by the yellow warriors red brother.  Sideswipe’s tone when he spoke was a hard forced neutral.  “Back off Sir, we’re here with medical orders to report to the Med Bay as soon as we arrive.”

Jazz was at a disadvantage size and mass wise, and the red warrior was good enough to insure that Jazz, talented as he was, had no angle or leverage to attempt anything.  The officer glared behind his visor at the red warrior, whose optics flashed at him just as angrily.  “Put me down before you earn yourself a trip to the brig soldier.”

Sideswipe growled “I..” and was interrupted by Wheeljack as the engineer reached up and between to get Sideswipe’s attention as well as attempt to disengage the red warrior’s hold on his fellow officer.

“Sideswipe, easy, Sunny’s already inside, Red as well, Ratchet’s waiting for you.  Go on, we don’t need any more trouble here.  Prowl would not like it if someone other than him was throwing you two in the brig.  Especially if it were Jazz.  I’ll take care of this, Go”

A frown briefly crossed Sideswipe’s face, then he nodded to Wheeljack, released Jazz and spun on his heel quickly entering the Med Bay, the door shutting after him.


Jazz was angry and confused.  Confusion won as the dominating emotion and he turned on Wheeljack.  “Just what the slag is this all about Wheeljack?  I feel seriously like I just missed something here.  Something important.  My fellow officer, the mech I just happen to be sharing a berth with and call sparkmate no less, is still more than half way to entering the matrix, and I, nor any other non medical bot are allowed in the Med Bay, yet two of our ranked melee warriors get to waltz right in?”

Wheeljack cast a glance around noticing the interested gazes of the other mechs.  His battle mask hid the grimace that flashed across his face.  To an observant mech like Jazz, or worse, like Hound who had just joined his friend Trailbreaker, the expressions and body language for this conversation would be all too clear despite the low volume Jazz used.  “Jazz, why don’t you come join me in my lab?”  And without waiting for a response, he grabbed the operatives arm and moved off down the hall forcing Jazz to follow; grateful his fellow officer was allowing the handling without making more of a scene than had already happened.


As soon as the lab door shut behind Jazz, he shook himself loose of Wheeljack.  That he had tolerated the forced handling clearly told Jazz just how muddled his thoughts were with his worry over Prowl.  Internally he frowned at that.  Being so easily distracted was dangerous.  Wheeljack presented a reason to cover his uneasiness at having been so distracted and it would offer him some answers.  

“Okay Wheeljack, what the slag is going on.  I’ve already figured out I’m missing some information here.  Information you obviously have knowledge of.”

“You and Prowl have been sharing a berth for what?  A hundred vorn or so?”

“Almost two now.”

“Right.  How much has Prowl told you about his past?”

Jazz shrugged.  “Don’t really know, bout as much as I’ve told him bout mine I reckon.  Why?”

“Do you know that the twins aren’t that much older than you and Prowl?”

“How much not much older are we talking here?

“Hmm, sparklings versus having just come of age plus a few vorn.”

“You’re trying to tell me that Prowl has older siblings and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are them.  He’s never mentioned that and his personnel file says nothing to that fact, but I guess I can see why siblings would get to see him at a time like this.”

“Uh, no.”  Wheeljack shook his head.


Wheeljack fidgeted here.  He was about to break a secret held by only six mechs still alive by allowing a seventh in on it.  Optimus Prime didn’t even know this one about his SIC.  And this secret wasn’t really his to give.  This would have been so much easier if Jazz had not been the Senior Officer on duty at the med bay waiting on Prowl because the other offiers weren’t so emotionally involved and wouldn’t have interfered with the twins entry.  But Jazz had been emotionally high strung since Prowl had locked in emergency stasis.  Which brought a question to Wheeljack’s processor.  “You and Prowl aren’t bonded are you?”

“What?”  Jazz startled, then shook his head with a frown.  “No, of course not.  Way to early in the game for that.  Why?”

“No, it was stupid to think that, Prowl’s way to logical for that this ‘early in the game’ as you say.  And you would have known this if you were, so of course you’re not.”

Jazz broke in as Wheeljack paused “Wheeljack, your rambling.  Now, you were saying something about Prowl and siblings?

“Oh, no, I was thinking about Prowl’s past, you’re the one who said siblings.”  Wheeljack pointed a finger at Jazz.

“Your stalling.”  Jazz accused with impatience coloring his tone.

Wheeljack cycled his systems in a huff, better to just say it straight.  “Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are Prowl’s creators.” 

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me just fine.”

 “Yeah and you realize you're saying that the twins are Prowl’s creators? Our twins.  As in Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, two of the Autobot’s most bad aft frontline warriors.”


“No way.”

“Their actions in the hall just now?”  Wheeljack questioned.

Jazz shook his head, a frown obvious on his face.  “That makes absolutely no sense.  For one, Prowl’s Praxian, the twins aren’t.  Not by a long shot.”

“Correct, but the twins were in Praxis when Prowl’s spark separated.  And Praxian’s apparently add something to their initial proto form vats that insure the development of the wing panels and chevrons that mark a Praxian as, well, a Praxian.  Which I’ll admit, shouldn’t have been an issue back then since non Praxians used to separate all the time in Praxus and never end up with Praxian features.  But when Prowl...mmm...there were some surprising complications.” 

Jazz’s thoughts flashed quickly over all the private things he knew about Prowl, quickly picked out little quirks the tactician kept hidden from most.  Prowl loved a good prank and wasn’t above laying one himself for the right cause, he had - particularly for a Praxian - above average close combat fighting skills, then the sly sense of humor that lent talent to his perfectly timed verbal jabs or the volatile temper he kept tucked deep away from public optics, the appreciation for and his skill in artistic mediums as well as his vanity when it came to his appearance.  Though certainly nothing near the level of Sunstreaker or a few other bots Jazz could name, it was there.  Then there was Prowl’s organization skills and super mech ability to get administrative tasks done which Jazz had always attributed to the battle computer and highly developed logic center, but maybe the skill was more innate than that?  Sideswipe after all had been a very successful worldwide connected merchant for all sorts of items.  And finally almost as an afterthought, Prowl always seemed to have access to some very fine homebrew, and Jazz couldn’t think of any mech brewing their own – aside from the twins -  who was capable of producing the quality of what Prowl always seemed to have ‘confiscated.’.  “Hmm.”

"So what’s the whole story?”

Wheeljack looked apologetic.  I’m sorry Jazz, but it really isn’t my story to tell.  I’ve told far more than I should have as it is.  And it’s not Ratchet’s to tell either, so don’t go pestering him.  But now, do you see why Side’s and Sunny are back on base so suddenly and being allowed in to see Prowl?  Very few bots in our ranks can claim to have a fully intact family anymore.  That this family may be about to end up broken…”  Wheeljack trailed off.

Jazz nodded, Yeah, he could see.  He could see a lot and wondered if the engineer fully understood what was likely to happen if Primus forbid, the worst did happen and Prowl died.  Jazz obviously didn’t know the twins as well as he had thought, but he knew enough for the situation.  The result would be ugly no matter how it wnet down.  And as an officer, despite his own grief he was going to need to be ready.  He focused again on Wheeljack as the engineer spoke again.

“Look give them some time, Ratchet won’t keep you out forever.”

Jazz nodded resigned, “Right.” 

“Oh, and they don’t know about you and Prowl, he was afraid it would make you a target for them.”


“Jazz, they are notorious pranksters, or did that slip you CPU?  You're good, very good, top notch, but Prowl really does think them better at pranks.  With you off base so often, and them assigned to that Primus forsaken outpost, it was easy enough for Prowl to not mention you to them during their infrequent trips here, thus keeping you off their radar.  Having to put his own creators in the brig all the time is frustrating enough for him, though he knows they pull the majority of their stuff just to give him grief.  But having to put them in the brig for going after you?  And an officer no less?  Not appealing at all and more problematic.”

“Riiight.  Not just talking pranks there are you?”

Wheeljack flicked his wingblades and his indicators glowed a bit. 

Jazz watched the response then settled seeming to review and certainly chase ideas through to conclusions as Wheeljack watched.  When Jazz focused again, a huge smile on his face caused Wheeljack to step back warily.  The step back wasn’t enough as Jazz easily closed the distance with two steps as he spun and snugged himself up to Wheeljack’s side with one arm draped over the engineers shoulders, careful of the wing blades and the other holding up two cubes of brew.

“So Jack,”  Jazz began with an overly cheerful note in his voice, “which one was the carrier?”

Wheeljack let his posture slump in resignation, while preparing for the match of processor and wills to come.  As he’d said it wasn’t his story to tell and he was going to stick to that no matter what methods of persuasion Jazz dug up.  He was happy to help distract the other officer for a joor or two but Ratchet and Prowl - once the bot was back to the land of the functional - were so going to owe him this.

renegadewriterrenegadewriter8 on September 9th, 2011 06:48 pm (UTC)
*squee* !!!!!!! Ohooo you have to continue this!!! AWWWWWWWWWW I love it! I hope Prowl survives, or a lot of mechs are going to end up hurt. Wait, those this mean that Red is Prowl's brother?

Can't wait for more!!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 03:57 am (UTC)
I have an idea in my head as to how's and why's but I don't know. Bunny is biting hard with several potential scenes. We'll have to see.

Hmmm. Which Red would you be referring to? :D But yes that was the hint.

Thank you for reading and commenting.
wicked3659wicked3659 on September 9th, 2011 07:13 pm (UTC)
*snickers* I can see Jazz isn't above getting his own ammunition for pranking the twins. Prowl probably has a huge pranking war on his hands when he recovers ^_^;; nice work!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
Ahhh. What's a litlle more chaos between friends?

Thank you for reading and commenting.
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cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)
I have some vague ideas for this storyline in my head, both past and future and the details of Prowl's 'birth' are better than vague. What I might be able to do with any of it I will have to see.

Thank you for reading and commenting.
thalaneethalanee on September 9th, 2011 08:57 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, you have to continue this, it was made of pure win!!!

The twins as Prowl's creators... with the explanation you had Jazz giving it makes so much sense. More please! XD
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 04:01 am (UTC)
I have ideas, will have to see if I can lay them out 'on paper.'

Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
fianna9 on September 9th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC)
Great little story. I hope you continue it, especially when Jazz realizes that Red Alert went in there too. Poor Wheeljack getting stuck explaining things.
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 04:03 am (UTC)
I have ideas for more, but don't know if getting them on to paper will be a cooperative situation of a fight.

Wheeljack is indeed a good friend.

Thank you for reading and commenting.
tiamat1972tiamat1972 on September 10th, 2011 02:03 am (UTC)
So... which one was the carrier? ;)

Please continue this! I love the idea of the twins being Prowl's creators.
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Ya know, I actually have a good idea of what happened at Prowl's 'birth' as I needed it for Wheeljack to hmmm and haw around, but the one thing I don't know is the answer to who was the carrier. With the ideas i'm chasing for that point in time either would work. I may have to try a poll.

Do you have a particular preference?

Thank you for reading and commenting.
tiamat1972tiamat1972 on September 10th, 2011 04:58 am (UTC)
I don't really have a preference: either would be equally amusing. Or it could be that only Prowl and the Twins know and none of them are going to 'fess up. They could just keep implying either way. Maybe they both were, with one carrying Prowl and the other Red Alert at the same time?

These random ideas are brought to you by someone who gets weird when they are tired and shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard.
sideslip_tfsideslip_tf on September 10th, 2011 02:52 am (UTC)
That was good. And yes, I am wondering - which one was the carrier?
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 10th, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
Why'll I actually have a good idea of what happened at Prowl's 'birth' as I needed it for Wheeljack to hmmm and haw around here, the one thing I don't know is the answer to who was the carrier. With the ideas i'm chasing for that point in time either would work, it's no big deal.

If I manage to wrangle more of this storyline into 'words on paper' I'll have to consider. Do you have a preference for which is the carrier?

Thank you for reading and commenting.
sideslip_tfsideslip_tf on September 16th, 2011 03:42 am (UTC)
Sorry it took a while to get back here. I think it would be funny to see Sunstreaker as a carrier since he is so concerned about his looks. Could really make a humorous story.
bluebirdsoaring: IProwlbluebirdsoaring on September 10th, 2011 03:39 am (UTC)
Also feeds the bunny!! This could be lots of fun to keep going!! The twins and Prowl would make one very interesting story!! Jazz is just dying for details and so are we =)
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 12th, 2011 04:02 am (UTC)
I'm open to another installment - though no guarantees. Will have to see what bites and actually latches on.

Thank you for reading and commenting. it is appreciated.
bookworm_faithbookworm_faith on September 11th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
ooh, that's a different take! ...I feel sorry for poor Wheeljack, stuck between Jazz & the Twins XD
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 12th, 2011 04:03 am (UTC)
I felt sorry for Wheeljack as well. But I know he can handle it also.

Thank you for reading and commenting. Both are appreciated.