Joy

Being away from the Ark, from Earth and the rest of the Autobots in general, has lead Optimus to miss his comrades in arms more than he thought he could.

Sentiments, as they say, grows on you as unnoticeable as a mosquito feeding off of human blood circulation.

He kept himself in line of course, as only a Prime would do in the face of everyone he knows and not. And of course, self-isolation could only get one so far before the eventual emotions bursting through restraints so carefully build.

And here, in the coldness and dead of the universe around him, Optimus found himself missing a mech that is more than a comrade.

Almost three deca-cycles has passed since he was summoned to the council. Three deca-cycles since he's last seen by the mechs in the Ark. Three deca-cycles since he's last seen everyone that stayed in Earth.

And three deca-cycles since he shared their last kiss.

He hoped nothing went wrong in his absence. He hoped he doesn't miss much either.

Almost nine weeks since he last saw them, and he found himself quite anxious to meet them again. Quite the irrational fear when you are talking about the Autobot commander. Giant foot by giant foot, he steadily enters the Ark, leaving Omega Supreme to his own devices.

Two of his companion, the bodyguard and the medic, follows closely behind. And no sooner than later Optimus calmed his nerves and is willing to accept whatever thing will happen as he opened the door.

As expected, everyone rejoiced. And things went to normal in the cycle that went by.

And of course, his lover was missing. And with dejection he wonders why.

He didn't have to wonder long though.

At the end of the night, he retires to his quarters, tired and quite despondent. But what he saw before his own eyes baffled him.

Apparently, to be expecting the unexpected is easier said than done.

He is more than just flabbergasted, so to speak.

"Welcome home, my Prime."

Jazz's beaming smile never cease to amaze him.

And with the heavily carrying state he is in, the smile seems to beam brighter. His shock however, has not left him since he set his eyes on his lover's stomach. With a choked yet hearty laugh, Optimus kisses Jazz with great joy.

"I, really am a sire now.. aren't I?" He asks, in between breaths, still with disbelief.

Jazz laughed, nodding his head with vigor and wrapped his arms around the neck of the taller mech. "I hardly believe it myself, I got knocked up by the Prime." He said with a snicker.

Feeling sheepish from the comment, Optimus slowly slithers down to Jazz's waist, resting his head against the huge bulge. Three deca-cycles, and his child is already developing in the gestation chamber. It could be any orn until the it will be born unto the world. Sighing, his lover rubbed soothing circles on his helmet.

Three deca-cycles is definitely too much time to have miss.

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one-shot, PWP, quite AU and maybe a little OOC
I is not author so I is bad at literature ._.
please forgive the variant misspelling found above.

anywaays, this was suppose to be 's contest entry, but I got serious backlash from my homework and projects that I didn't get to finish on time. oh well~ I'm just happy to have finish it (and with an additional ficlet in it too)



ohhh and I had tons of fun with ~mateuseven's awesome brush sets, check it out!
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