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Always With You ch.6 "Jetstream, is that you? How? You're supposed to be dead!"
"Ooh! I guess I'm a ghost then a spook. BOO!" Jetstream cracked up laughing, sitting down on the berth and hugging Jazz. "I'm not dead. What the heck are you dreaming about?" he asked, gently tapping the side of Jazz's helmet.
"It really is you " Jazz murmured, beginning to tear up. "Jetstream!" He threw his arms around the flier's neck, sobbing.
"O-of course it's me Jazz. Aw, come on, don't cry " Jetstream said, wrapping his arms around the Porsche lovingly.
"Sorry Jet," Jazz sniffed. "I just had the strangest dream. You were dead, and a bunch of us were on a
Always With You ch.5The next morning.
"Wakey wakey babe," Jazz sang. "You're gonna be late for your shift if you don't get up."
Prowl groaned, raising a servo to rub his face. "It can wait," he mumbled, yawning widely. He wasn't even fully coherent.
Jazz chuckled fondly. "Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you're sleepy?" he cooed.
Prowl opened a single optic and pouted slightly. "Sleepy isn't the word for it I feel like I've missed a night somewhere,' he yawned again.
"Want me to take your shift for you? Lunar's already been fed, so you don't have to worry about that."
"No no I'll take my shift," Prowl sighed, sitting up.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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