Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, nor the OC being used here. Harmony and any other sparklings Prowl and Jazz have in the chapters after chapter 26, belong to Darkeyes

Family is Forever – Chapter 26 – Announcement

Things changed quickly after that day in which the war was won.

Treaties were quickly made between the Decepticons and the Autobots, both factions stressing that they were to be followed. For some of the more peace loving bots, like Hound and Beachcomber, the transition to a more civilian way of thinking was easy, and on occasion when a Decepticon would accompany Starscream to a meeting with Prime, they would make small talk.

For others, like the twins and a majority of the Decepticons, it was harder.

One knew when Starscream was on base if the weapons training room was on lockdown with only the frontliners inside.

Prowl and Jazz were buried beneath planning and other paperwork, barely having time to be intimate before falling into recharge, spending all their free time with Harmony.

Harmony, young as what she was, was simply happy her parents were around. She never fully comprehended what had happened, only that the big grey mech that had tried to kill her was gone, never to hurt anyone ever again.

In true youngling manner, she had jumped up and down in excitement at the news.

It was calm in the rec-room as Harmony looked around at all the lounging mechs. It was a rare day in which both of her creators were with her having some time off to relax. They had been so busy and tired lately, and she understood it was from organizing things so they could go back to Cybertron.

Cybertron.

Her little processor clicked over in thought as she pulled up images of the planet from her memory bank. Her Papa and Father had given them to her, telling her all about their world in greater detail than they had ever done before. Having been created on Earth, the white femmeling loved to draw the pictures of Earth and Cybertron side by side. While she liked living here with her creators, something about her native metal planet called to her. In the pictures it had looked so beautiful and she couldn't wait to see it for the first time.

Harmony was drawing now as her creators played poker with Uncle Optimus. She giggled, noticing the three older mechs all had stony faces on, not giving anything away. Although once in awhile, her Papa would blank his visor at her, and she would slide her visor down and blink back.

Prowl noticed. He almost smirked. It would have broken his poker face. Jazz had told him not to use his tactical computer to play, and was pleasantly surprised to receive a flush in his cards. He was simply waiting for the right moment.

Optimus, meanwhile, was happy. The aura around his mechs in general was contentment, and for once, the voices advising him on the outcome of the war within the Matrix were silent, and the Decepticons had accepted the fact that he was willing to let them have the freedom they wanted as long as they did not disrupt the tenuous beginning of a new Cybertronian society. Although he had enjoyed Earth and his human friends, he yearned to return to Cybertron. Elita and his unborn sparklet waited for him, with the promise of a new future.

All in all, it was a quiet and peaceful day.

That changed 20 minutes later when the doors to the rec-room burst open, Wheeljack and Ratchet standing, beaming, in the doorway.

All attention was on them as Ratchet raised his bondmate's hand and called out happily. "We're going to have a sparkling!"

Optimus was the first to rise, retracting his mask and smiling. "Are you sure?"

Wheeljack laughed. "We're sure." And then he patted his chestplating happily. "There's definitely a little one in here."

The noise level in the rec-room rose as mechs rose and went over to congratulate the couple. The feisty medic and the engineer that had a penchant for explosions. Happy chatter filled the air, some joking about the sparkling coming online with a little wrench in his hand, others teasing that with a carrier like Wheeljack, it'd be into all sorts of accidents.

Ratchet and Wheeljack took the teasing and the congratulations in stride, too happy to really be bothered by anything else.

Jazz scooted closer to his bondmate, still seated, knowing the pair would make their way to them. The TIC took Prowl's hand and squeezed, remembering what it was like to carry Harmony.

"Good for them. I think it's time Ratchet has someone else to look after," Prowl said quietly.

"They adored our baby girl. They're gonna do the same for their own. They're gonna be good creators…Wheeljack's explosive tendencies aside," murmured Jazz with a smirk.

"So…does that mean I get a little friend to play with?" Harmony piped up in curiosity.

"Yeah sweetspark."

The white femme frowned then, prompting Prowl to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Well," Harmony said, "I was just wondering…am I ever going to have any brothers or sisters?"

A bolt of surprise rocketed across Prowl and Jazz's bond and they turned to look at each other.

With so much drama occurring, they had honestly not put any concrete thought to it. Prowl knew Jazz wanted a big family, and was happy to help bring it about, but it had crossed neither of their minds recently. Their daughter's innocently asked question was a big deal.

Jazz recovered first. "Yeah darlin'. Maybe not right now. But soon. Ah always wanted to have more than a few sparklin's. Maybe when Cybertron is lookin' a bit better, yur Father and Ah will talk 'bout it. Okay?"

Her doorwings dropped slightly, but she smiled sweetly at her parents before turning her attention to Ratchet and Wheeljack heading their way.

::That was-::

::Ah know. Sudden. But ya can't blame her. We know she can get lonely,:: Jazz commed his partner back.

::But I don't think the timing is right for us to have another just yet. We're too busy and we wouldn't be able to give the right attention to both Harmony and her sibling,:: pointed out the doorwinger as he watched Ratchet and Wheeljack greet their daughter.

::Ah agree babe. So for now, let's just congratulate our friends and hope that Harmony doesn't get too lonely until this new sparklin' comes around.::

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