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Jazz grumbled and rolled around in the nest of blankets he’d made on the floor in his quarters. The nest was actually in a closet in said quarters so even the small chance someone did walk in, they wouldn’t see him or hear him because of the soundproofing he’d gone to great lengths to install.
He hissed again as he felt another contraction shoot through his frame. He curled around a mound of blankets and held them tight to his abdomen and chest trying to get more comfortable before the next wave hit. Eventually he would need to go to the washracks to avoid making what was sure to be a mess if the datapad he’d snagged from the medbay was true, but at the moment he just wanted to curl up and wither away.
He whined softly into the blankets as more painful pulses shifted downward to his abdominal region. The transformation seems around that area were still locked and shouldn’t unlock until it was actually time as long as nothing was wrong with it. His field flared in distress. Maybe not telling a medic or anyone wasn’t such a good idea now.
Jazz grit his denta and shifted to an upright sitting position with his back against the wall. He had to calm down. Panicking now would only make it worse. He’d gotten through torture sessions that were worse than this so this should be a cakewalk.
Another sharp pain.
He nearly cried out at the sting and felt his locks loosen in their catches which had him stumbling for his private washrack.
Jazz made it inside in record time for being on all fours and quickly found the wall under the showerhead to lean against. The cool metal behind him chilled his burning frame and had him give a sigh of relief. It was a small relief but it was still something.
The locks fully disengaged and his armor folded out. His protoform followed suit, hidden seems lighting up and peeling back to reveal delicate internals. The pain faded to an echo as he looked down at his exposed frame.
His gestation tank was a visible sphere below his energon tank and was linked up by a few stray cords. The gestation tank was a translucent blue that he could see was full of amniotic fluid and if he looked a bit closer he could also make out the silhouette of a very small frame curled up inside.
Carefully he reached out with a clawed servo and sliced a path down the center of the thin walls of the gestational tank. The small frame inside hardly twitched as he cut the lining but when the fluid began to leak out from the cut the little one came alive.
It flailed and tried to stretch out, pushing tiny servos through the open cut and then weakly tried to latch onto whatever it could reach.
Jazz winced as it kicked about, jostling things in his frame while he reached for the sparkling, giving it a surface to grasp. A small keen announced its presence as its face breached the surface of the fluid and the visored mech carefully pulled it out to lay against his chest.
Jazz vents blasted warm air onto the shivering frame while he worked to regain his strength. The fluid in his tank was reabsorbed by the tank lining and already beginning to mend itself much to Jazz’s relief. He didn’t want to have to go to a medic if something went wrong. He grunted as everything folded back into place and he gingerly sat upright to turn the showerhead on.
He was careful of where he was holding his sparkling that was currently acting like a barnacle magnetized to his chest. He didn’t let the sprayer hit the small frame and instead servo washed the small form with a smooth cloth.
Once done he grabbed a plush towel that he had set out in preparation and began drying the now very relaxed sparkling. His bitlet had basically gone into recharge as Jazz massaged its small frame while he cleaned it up. He smiled softly as he carried the swaddled sparkling back into his room and into his closet nest.
Jazz was tired and no longer in any pain which made him all the more grateful that his sparkling appeared just as tired as him. He folded his chest armor back and pressed his sparkling flush to his protoform where the small frame could absorb his heat while give comfort. The visored mech sighed in relief as he curled more into the blankets and finally powered down for the night. Thankfully he didn’t have any upcoming missions so he could recuperate without any stress.
Telling the sire would be the hard part, if he chose to anyway.