I hate seeing the future..(Transformers Fanfiction)

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"Jazz did you stay up all night today?"the autobots were having a meeting,Optimus was talking when he noticed Jazz was spread out on the table,legs trying to climb up too.

the white mech gasped and fell on the floor,not before banging hes chin on the table.

he whimpered and curled up,Optimus quickly got up and grabbed the youngling.

Ratchet was busy with the twins so the Prime couldn't bring Jazz to him.

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"i did what i could to calm him Ratchet"the medic sighed but nodded,he took the small bundle of white.

"Don't worry youngling,sire is gonna make it better"

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"Sire?"Ratchet hummed,Jazz was resting on hes back while the medic was cleaning hes tools.

"why can't Optimus be my creator?"Ratchet laughed at that"Me and Optimus will never be more than friends youngling,but you can call him that if you want too,im sure he won't mind"Jazz chirped at the response.

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Prowl watched as Jazz skipped over to Prime,he wondered what the mech was doing.

"Hey Prowl,you listening?"Smokescreen asked,he sighed"Im fine Smokescreen,just..curious on what Jazz is doing"Bluestreak smiled as he looked where Prowl was looking.

"Looks like Jazz wants to hug Optimus"Prowl made a confused grunt"Yeah,the youngling definetly wants a hug"the logical praxian froze.

"youngling?Jazz is?"Smokescreen sniggered as Bluestreak laughed"Ah,i forgot that you don't know,Jazz just barely got hes youngling frame not that long ago,Ratchet is hes sire,i think Optimus is acting as hes creator without knowing"

Prowl watched with a blank look on hes face as Jazz suddenly smiled widely and jumped on Optimus while screaming.

"Creator!"the Prime barely caught him but froze when he heard Jazz,he sighed as the white mech started to nuzzle the big bot.

"What did i do?.."he asked himself,every bot in the rec room except Prowl laughed.

that day Prowl had the hardest crash in hes whole life...