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“Hey, Jazz?” Wheeljack waited until the other mech looked up at him, with obvious surprise at seeing him, before reaching into his subspace. “After you and Blaster left Praxus, I found something.”
Jazz’s vents seized, but he nodded. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’ve been holding onto it til I had a klik to come back to Iacon. It’s the kind of thing I didn’t want getting lost in the courier system.” He pulled out a battered datapad and handed it to the other mech. “It was… well, I think she was carrying it when the attack happened.”
A tear slipped down from under Jazz’s visor, as he obviously recognized the data pad. His hand trembled as he reached up to tap the power button and Wheeljack reached out to put a comforting hand on Jazz’s shoulder. The screen lit up, and Jazz typed in an unlock code without hesitation.
That annoyed him for the briefest moment; he’d taken almost a full joor to find the right combination.
But when he saw the words on the screen, Wheeljack knew he had been right to bring it in person.
“Oh, carrier.” Jazz choked back a sob, and Wheeljack pulled him into a hug without hesitation.
-_-_-
Jazz,
Silver and Star booked tickets for the transport and we’re planning to meet the three of you at the race track before Blurr’s debut. I wanted to come earlier, but Silverlght has a consultation he can’t get out of and none of us want to travel alone. We should be there by tenth joor, which give us time to get midday fuel before the race. As long as you’re on time, anyway.
We’re also thinking about taking a little vacation of our own, now that the studio is stable. Silver offered to cover a few extra nights at the hotel if you and Blaster want to stay longer, as long as you don’t mind spending more time with your little brother. Let me know if you want to accept, so we can make the proper arrangements.
Have you heard if Ricochet managed to get leave? Blurr wants him at the race so badly but we haven’t heard anything at home yet. And what about Prowl? We’ll want to
Prowl hugged Jazz again as he finished reading Lightwing’s last letter, heart both warmed and broken that the last thing she had been thinking of was making sure that he could join them at Blurr’s debut with the Sprinters. Jazz clung to him and sobbed as the loss cut them both to the spark again.