Transformers Prime - Hazy

Feral

Jasmine took a deep breath as she stood up, looking over the twins slowly. They were incredibly well behaved, quiet and sweet. Of course, most babies were during the first week or so, sleeping more often than not. She hoped it would stay that way, but even if it didn’t, their father would have the patience to comfort them and love them, no matter how frustrating she became with them.

Their father . . . Her mate and her lover . . . It had been two days . . .

Jasmine had kept her promise to take her time to recover. But he hadn’t made her say a thing about waiting around and twiddling her thumbs, waiting for him to come home. She just wasn’t that kind of girl, and Optimus knew as much. He ought to know as much. If he didn’t, she’d have to beat some sense into him after he was safe at home and fully recovered.

Oh, he was coming home tonight, she was sure of that.

“Are you sure about this?” Angel questioned, looking Jasmine over, the taller woman pulling her auburn hair back into a firm ponytail. “You just gave birth yesterday. You might be superhuman, but you aren’t invincible, Jazz. Please, just think this through.”

Jasmine sighed, lacing up her shoes, getting herself ready to depart. “I’m sure, Angel. I’m not going to leave Optimus out there. Especially not by himself. Well, maybe he wasn’t by himself. He was with whoever had taken him from her.

And they were going to pay.

“Jasmine, please-.”

Jasmine turned to look at Angel intently, the intensity of her gaze cutting off Angel’s words. For a moment, they stood in a silence that enveloped the room, thick enough to cut with a knife. “Watch my babies carefully, Ang. I’ll be back. And I won’t be alone.” She didn’t give Angel an opportunity to respond before Jasmine strode from the room, brushing past Angel on her way out, one thought consuming her mind: to find the man who’d father her children and been there for her from day one. Through the transformation, through the training and the battles, through her moments of faux traitorism, he’d always believed in her and stood up for her.

She was about to show him exactly how much that meant to her.

~~~

Jasmine had started her trek shortly after sunrise, and the sun was lowering against the horizon, casting long shadows. She’d decided to travel by foot today, supplies secured in the pack that rested over her shoulder and against her back. It had crossed her mind to take the car, but if she did that, it’d be much harder to focus on the feel of the bond. Walking left her mind the freedom to focus its energies elsewhere.

And she’d been getting closer and closer. She couldn’t quite pinpoint where he was, but she could feel when she was getting closer. It was like one end of a magnet drawing the other to it, and as long as Optimus stayed conscious, even if he simply fell asleep, she’d be just fine finding him.

“I’m coming, Sweetspark,” she murmured, recalling the nickname he’d used for her so many times when they’d been Cybertronian. “We’re going home.” Her thoughts rested on their children for a few short moments: Ashton, Scarlett, and even their adopted daughter, Sunny. Their children needed, deserved a father. Every child did. Not every child had a father, she knew that.

No. Every child had a biological father. Not every child had a dad. That title was earned. And if any man or mech deserved that title, it was Optimus. He’d been more than welcoming to the idea of children, of sparklings since the first time. He adored the concept, and had been so excited the first time, the second time.

“Your babies need you . . .” She took a deep inhale, closing her eyes for a moment. The concept itself still startled her a bit, but a part of her was so in love with it she wouldn’t change it for the world. “Our babies need you . . .”