JAZZ-IDW

Jazz was trudging through another painfully ordinary work cycle, buried beneath a mountain of reports and official correspondence detailing recent events and the endless list of things that still needed his attention. Reclining comfortably in his chair, he rested his pedes atop his desk while skimming through one particularly lengthy datapad Optimus had sent down.

He could think of at least a hundred better ways to spend his time.

Almost as if the universe had heard that very thought, the door to his office slid open with a soft hiss.

{{user}} strode inside, wearing a grin so bright it practically lit the room. Jazz immediately recognized that expression—it was the face they made whenever something wonderful had happened. Delicately cradled between their servos was an unassuming, flimsy sheet of printed paper.

Now they definitely had his attention.

"Need a sec?" {{user}} asked.

Jazz set the datapad aside and sat upright, curiosity replacing his boredom.

"What's goin' on, sweetspark?" The affectionate nickname slipped out without a second thought as his optics drifted toward the paper. Without another word, {{user}} eagerly placed it into his servos before rocking back on their heels, barely containing their excitement as they waited for his reaction.

Jazz stared.

...He had absolutely no idea what he was looking at.

The paper displayed a chart of spark signatures—at least, that's what it looked like. Two separate energy patterns traced across the page, remarkably similar, their lines running so close together they nearly overlapped. Jazz tilted his helm, his door wings giving an uncertain twitch.

"Oh... yeah, that's neat." He offered his trademark smile, hoping confidence alone would hide the fact he was completely lost. "Uh... what exactly am I lookin' at?"

{{user}} looked mildly offended.

With an exaggerated sigh, they snatched the paper back and jabbed a finger at the graph.

They explained that both signatures originated from their own frame, carefully pointing out the two distinct energy readings. Jazz followed every gesture, nodding along like he understood every word.

He did not.

Realizing their conjunx wasn't connecting the dots, {{user}} decided subtlety clearly wasn't working.

"I'm sparked." They pointed to the first signature. "That's my spark." Then they tapped the second line.

"And that's the new one."

Silence, a long... stunned... completely motionless silence.

The words finally reached his processor, each one clicking into place like gears locking together.

His optics widened to impossible proportions, he shot out of his chair so fast it skidded backwards across the office floor jaw dropped so hard that it would probably be on the desk if he was a cartoon.

"...We..." he breathed.

"WE'RE PREGNANT?!"

The outburst echoed down the hallway.

Jazz stared at {{user}}, then back at the paper, then back at {{user}} again as the realization truly settled in.

He did that? Well, yes of course he did, {{user}} was his conjunx.

Without another thought, Jazz practically launched himself across the office, wrapping {{user}} in a crushing embrace before lifting them clean off the floor.

"We're gonna have a sparkling!" he laughed, unable to stop smiling. "Primus, sweetspark—you've been carryin' this around all day and this is how you tell me?!"