Jazz wailed, tiny arms flailing as Optimus carefully tried to hold him.

“Jazz, please,” Optimus rumbled, but the sparkling wasn’t having it. His tiny frame trembled, optics wide and furious.

“Yeesh,” Miko winced. “I thought Jazz was chill?”

“Not when he’s that small,” Raf muttered.

Ratchet groaned, already dreading the processor ache this would bring. “I need time to study that ray the Decepticons hit him with, but until then, someone stop the noise before I—”

“Siddy!”

Jazz’s wails stopped abruptly. His optics blinked rapidly, fixated on the medbay entrance.

There stood Sideswipe, frozen. “What the frag—”

“Siddy!!” Jazz squeaked, reaching out his tiny servos.

Sideswipe pointed at himself. “Me??”

Jazz whined, wriggling wildly in Optimus’s hold. “Siddy! Siddy!”

“…Well,” Arcee smirked. “Looks like you’re the babysitter now.”

Sideswipe groaned. “Oh, come on—”

Jazz whimpered again, reaching desperately for him. With a sigh, Sideswipe stepped forward, taking the tiny mech.

The moment Jazz was nestled against his chassis, he gave a happy chirp and nuzzled in, purring softly.

A very smug Smokescreen muttered, “Guess the little guy’s got a favorite.”