Hello everyone, this fanfiction is something I made up a few years ago, but had lost the hard copy. So I brought it to the old... erm... writing board. I don't own any transformers, except the plot and OC. Enjoy, thanks! :)

Ch.1

Telatraan was beeping in the middle of the night, and Prowl was the last one to recharge, so he was the first to see what was going on. "Telatraan what is it?" Prowl looked up at the screen. The screen showed a picture of a pod travelling at 80 miles per hour. It's crash land location was within a few miles of their base.

"Not applicable to what is inside." He said.

The strategist ran off yelling behind him. "Tell Prime and the others that I'm heading there now!" And he transformed, leaving the smell of burnt rubber behind. When Prowl made it to the pod as it hit ground, he was instantly relieved when it had an Autobot insignia on the top of the lid. Prowl cautiously walked over to it and types in the release codes. The cold steam rolled across his personal as it opened.

He thought to himself, 'Cryostasis. Great.'

His comm beeped. ::Prowl, what dah heck man? Why do ya leave us at dah base?::

Jazz has been Prowl's friend since they were younglings, though they went their separate ways when Jazz joined the spec ops training academy.

::I was the only one awake.:: Forgetting his comm was on when he peered into the pod. ::Slag, hope Ratchet brought his tools.::

::Why would I need my tools? And of course I brought them. Wouldn't be the head medic if I didn't follow standard procedures.:: Ratchet commed back.

The strategist picked up the object, and held it tightly to his chest, trying to warm it up. When Optimus and a small group came up to their teammate. Ratchet ran to Prowl and gasped he scanned the object and looked even more surprised.

"What is it?!" Brawn and Cliffjumper shouted at the same time.

"Not 'what is it?' More like 'Who is it?'" Ratchet turned Prowl around.

Everyone went silent as they looked at the tiny white sparkling recharging peacefully in Prowl unsure arms. Mirage was the bravest of the group to speak first. "That's a sparkling, but Bee and Cliffjumper were the last ones. Weren't they?" Everyone shrugged, still unsure how to answer.

Prowl looked at the medic. "Can you tell if it's a femme or a mech?"

For once the medical had no idea what to do at the moment. "Not here, I need to do a full check-up. Was it just in stasis?" Prowl shook his head. "Cryostasis? Prime we should be lucky that Prowl reacted the way he did. Sparklings' systems can't handle Cryostasis."

A cannon shot interrupted the Primers question. The Bots turned and instantly pulled out their guns. Megatron and all of the Decepticons stood on top of a hill with evil smirks.

"Now what did you pesky Autobots find for us?" The tyrant smirked.

The sparkling shifted and started to cry. Prowl held the sparkling closer to him and purred gently as he turned his body away from the Decepticons, especially Soundwave's view. Prowl looked at the Prime with worry. "Prime what are your orders?"

The Prime looked at his Commanding Medical Officer with a questioning look. Ratchet looked between Prowl and the oncoming Seekers. "Prowl you're coming with me. Put the sparkling in the back and follow me. Jazz, you and your team provide cover until we get there."

Ratchet transformed and opened the back of his alt mode, gently closing it as soon as the sparkling was secured. Prowl transformed and the two took off, immediately getting fired at by the Seekers. Jazz and the Spec Ops, took care of the Seekers and Soundwave's flying minicons, while the rest of the Autobots fought the others. Ratchet tried to keep along the smooth path to keep the sparkling from rattling around and crying. The medic noticed how close the other Autobots was, and knew exactly what was happening.

"And where are you two going?" One of the Stunticons, Wildrider, appeared out of nowhere.

Prowl transformed and barely twisted his helm to look at Ratchet. "Go! I'll keep him distracted."

Ratchet flashed his lights and continued speeding through the desert. When he made it, his assistant and one of the Protectobots, First Aid, carefully took the sparkling out and the two rushed into the med Bay. The battle with the Decepticons was short lived. As soon as Prowl and Ratchet were out of Megatron's sight, the tyrant called for a retreat. The Autobots rushed back to base to get news on the newest addition to their family. Prowl was getting tossed out by Wheeljack, when Jazz and Bumblebee went to go greet the sparkling.

"Ah see dat no one is allowed? Don't worry Prowler, they know what they're doin'." Jazz put a reassuring servo on his friends shoulder. "Why don't we all get some energon?" The visored mech suggested.

Prowl looked at the closed door once more before the three walked off to the Rec Center. He drank about half way through his before Ratchet commed him to let him know that they were done, Prowl quickly rushed to see the sparkling. First Aid had the sparkling wrapped in a thermal blanket as Ratchet did a few more exams. Wheeljack was still in the room with a few cubes of energon and was adding a few other liquids to them.

"The little sparkling is a femme, and she seems to be only a few earth months old. She's barely four deca cycles old." Ratchet explained with a tired expression on his face. "And her cooling and heating systems are damaged so you're going to have to keep her temperature under control, and her antivirus ware is up-to-date now, but I expect to see you both every week to see how's she doing."

"Why am I in charge of her?" Prowl asked in confusion.

"Because you found her and you are already caring for her more than anyone else here can. Now if you will, what is the little cutie's name?" First Aid handed the femme to Prowl, who quickly took her, still unsure in what to do.

Prowl looked at her ice blue optics that onlined to look up at the mech. She made a thrilling voice and smiled brightly. Jazz peeked over his friend's shoulder and smiled at her, gently tickling, getting a few more giggles out of her.

"She's got such light optics and her armor coloring is white like snow." Jazz said and Prowl got an idea on for a name.

"Frost." Prowl said with a smile as Frost nuzzled closer to Prowl. He purred as Frost giggled happily.

Jazz looked at the two medics and then saw Wheeljack walk out of the room with a box filled with turquoise colored energon cubes. "Hey Wheeljack what's dat?"

"It's a special formula for Frost, it's going to help boost her repair system." Wheeljack explained.

Frost squeaked before her eyes leaked and screamed loudly. Everyone groaned and covered their audio receptors. Prowl looked at Ratchet for help. Ratchet grabbed a cube and a bottle like object made out of metal. He poured some of the liquid into the bottle and handed it to Prowl. "Her tanks are probably empty. Remember Frost is smaller than us, so she requires more refueling times than us. Also make sure to give her a bath ever couple days to keep her clean. I also would recommend light duty for a while until you two can get into a system."

Prowl listened to every word that Ratchet had said, while Frost drank the energon. She tugged on the bottle before eventually falling into stasis again. "Follow-up checkups every week, baths every couple days, light duty? Got it, I'll notify Pri-"

"Already did, so go get Frost settled in and comm me or First Aid if you need anything." Ratchet ordered before looking at Jazz, "I want you to help Prowl with taking care of Frost. You may need to take some of his workload and bring his rations for him if his servos are full. Understand?"

Jazz did a two fingers salute. "Crystal. Ah'll carry dah lil femme's energon." Wheeljack handed the horned mech the box.

Bumblebee had long left for a recon mission that Optimus commed him. Prowl carefully carried Frost through the base, avoiding the Rec center. He looked down at her and noticed how oddly similar she was to Prowl. "I think she's a Praxian. I feel little nubs on her back and I see a chevron starting to form. Bluestreak and Smokescreen are going to be excited."

"Prowler, Ah was thinkin'-" Jazz started.

Prowl chuckled, "Oh no that's never good."

Jazz stared at him in pure shock, and that rarely happened for Jazz. "Did ya just Crack a joke? Never mind, Ah was wonderin' if Ah could be Frost's uncle?"

"Don't we need to be related in order for you to be her uncle?" Prowl looked at Jazz as he put a servo in front of the scanner next to his quarter's .

"Naw, Spike was tellin' meh about how some of his dad's really good friends. Who ain't related tah him and he calls 'em uncle." Jazz explained as he sat the box on the only empty spot in Prowl's quarters. He examined the messiness and realized that he shouldn't judge because his room was cluttered with earth music. "We should make yer room sparkling proof."

Prowl laid Frost in the middle of his berth and looked around with a heavy sigh. "You're probably right. I could probably organize my reports and move my armor cleaner to my wash rack?"

Jazz smirked at the obvious statement that the strategist said. "Ya think? Well Ah best get started on yer reports while ya get everythin' situated. Comm meh if ya need anythin'."

Prowl nodded as Jazz left. As Prowl organized his desk and around his berth, he started thinking about where the little sparkling had come from, we'll he obviously knew Cybertron, now he had to figure out where her creators were and how did anyone not see her when they were back home when the Aerial Bots were created. "But I have to admit, you are pretty cute." Prowl smiles as Frost turned in her recharge.

Frost cooed softly and scared herself awake. She took heavy vents before crying; Prowl sat the data pads down and rushed over to her. He lifted her up in his arms and hushed her, bouncing her a little. "Did you have a bad memory? It's okay little Frost."

She looked up at him and touched his lips and tried sticking her fingers in mouth. He frowned and pulled her servo away. Frost scowled and reattempted, Prowl chuckled and pulled her servo away. "No Frost, don't do that. Want to go meet the others?"

Frost squeaked and clapped her servos together. Prowl laughed and turned her to look at her back. She had two little nubs on her back and they rotated up and down as if they were wings. He turned her back around, "Yup you're a Praxian. Maybe I should comm Ratchet and see if he knew."

::Ratchet, it's Prowl. I have a question?:: Prowl asked over the comm as he bounced Frost.

::Yes Prowl? How's Frost? Did she settle down fine?:: Ratchet asked casually.

Prowl handed Frost a bottle of energon, she eagerly took it. ::We're doing fine. I was wondering if you knew that Frost was Praxian?::

::Of course, did First Aid not give you a copy of her file? I'll send you it when I get the chance.::

::Thank you Ratchet.:: Prowl said as the line was cut. He looked down to Frost as she nuzzled his chest. "Ready?"

Frost squeaked, taking that as a yes Prowl checked her temperature. Happy with the temperature Prowl grabbed her cube of energon and the bottle, placing them in his subspace. They exited their room, Frost looked around and made cooing sounds when they entered the hallway. Two Bots were headed towards their direction, Prowl recognized his brothers, Bluestreak and Smokescreen.

"Hey Prowl." They both said, quickly noticing the scared sparkling. "Aww, is this the sparkling?" Bluestreak went to tickle her, but Frost whimpered and pulled away.

Prowl nodded, "It's okay Frost, these Bots are your uncles. Bluestreak and Smokescreen. They won't hurt you." Frost tilted her helm and looked at the two mechs with an unsure expression. "Speaking of uncles."

::Jazz, I see no problem with you being Frost's uncle. Just don't be teaching my sparkling any bad habits.::

::Meh teach bad habits? Ya got dah wrong mech, it's dah twins ya need to tell dat ta.:: Jazz laughed.

Frost reached out for her uncles, Prowl handed her to them. She stuck her servo in Smokescreen's mouth, successfully grabbing his glossa. "Pow, Pow, help. She, got my gossa."

"Frost let go of Smokescreen's glossa." She saw the angry expression on his face and the 'I don't approve voice'. Frost quivered her lips and pulled her servo out of Smokescreen's mouth, patting his chest. She blubbered as if saying sorry.

"Ah it's okay Frost. Just don't be sticking your servo in mouths." Smokescreen smiled as she looked up with leaky optics.

"I got to get some recharge before my night patrol with Gears. Why did you have to stick me with that cranky mech?" Bluestreak whined at his brother.

Prowl took Frost back as he explained. "Think of it as an experiment, if you can handle Gears temper, then you can handle any possible interrogation that the Decepticons may do if you are imprisoned by them." He checked his internal clock, "We have to go. Showing Frost around the base, and this is about the time the Lambo twins come back from patrol."

"Alright, oh and if you need anyone to watch Frost we can keep an optical on her." Bluestreak offered.

Prowl nodded and took off. They made it to the Rec room, a few of the others were there and a few were just leaving for training or patrol. Everyone cooed and held Frost, eager to get her to laugh. Bumblebee was currently holding her, and was talking to her. Frost looked at Prowl as he was talking to Optimus.

"S-S." Frost held up her arms and chirped.

Bumblebee looked at her with a surprised expression. "What's that Frost?" He saw her looking at Prowl, "Oh Prowl? Wait, S-S? Oh. Oh! Sire! You're saying sire."

Frost nodded eagerly, "S-S." She continued to say a few more times.

"Prowl come here. Hurry." Bumblebee jumped up from his seat and sat Frost on the table.

Prowl practically ran to them in fear. "What? Did she hurt herself?"

"No, no one was hurt. Frost's about to say her first word. Come on Frost, who is this?" The yellow scout pointed at Prowl's confused and happy face.

Frost looked up at him and giggled, grabbing her peds. "S-S."

"Come you almost got it sweetspark. S-ire, sire." Prowl encouraged as Frost continued to finish the word.

"S-S. Si- Si. Sire." Frost chirped, and saw how ecstatic Prowl and any Autobots that had heard her say her first word. "Sire." She said again.

Prowl scooped the toddler up in his arms, his wings moving up and down with happiness. "Oh good girl! You said your first word. And you're right, I am sire."

Jazz walked in and saw everyone cheering about something. "Where's dah party at?"

"No party Jazz. Frost said Sire!" Prowl continued to croon happily. "Isn't that amazing?"

Jazz frowned slightly before regaining his composure. "Dat's great! Too bad Ah missed it."

Frost saw Jazz and squealed in excitement. "C-C?"

Jazz blushed and everyone laughed, and Frost was confused by the hysteria of laughs. The visored mech shook his head and picked the femme up. "Ah'm not yer Carrier, Frost. Ya can call meh uncle Jazz."

Frost titled her head and her nubs rotated. "Azz?"

"Ha, ha. Close enough." Jazz hummed. "Oh Prowler, ya have a lot of data pads. Ah mean seriously." Jazz groaned.

"What's wrong with that?" Prowl lifted his cube of energon up to his lips before remembering Frost. "Are you hungry sweetspark?"

Frost shook her helm and yawned into her servo. She curled her body up and nuzzled her helm against Jazz a few times before falling into stasis. Optimus Prime walked over to the little group to look at the newest member.

"We'll have to be extra vigilant on patrols and monitor duties to make sure Megatron doesn't try anything. Has Ratchet figured out how Frost got here?"

Prowl his helm with a sad smile, "All we know is that she's a Praxian and a few months old. I haven't seen many Praxians since the war took the Capitol."

Heavy footsteps attracted the remaining Autobots in the Rec room. Stumbling around the corner was Blaster and his Cassetticons. "Prime we got a problem. Me and dah boys were jamming out to music and-"

"Blaster get to the point." The Prime instructed the venting communications officer.

"Oh sorry Prime. Well we somehow hacked into dah Decepticons' comm link frequency, and dah Cons are comin. And they're comin fast." Blaster transformed and one of his bipedal Cassetticons, Eject, pressed the rewind button.

::Starscream tell me again why we're doing this again?:: Skywarp asked in confusion.

Starscream sighed, obviously annoyed for having to repeat himself. "Because Skywarp, while we attack the oil rig and draw the Autobots to us, Soundwave and Lord Megatron will retrieve the sparkling.::

::Why does Megatron want the sparkling?:: Thundercracker asked.

::How should I know? Now let's hurry.:: Starscream cut the transmission.

"They will not get Frost. Prime what are we going to do?" Prowl asked as the Autobots looked up to their leader.

Optimus rubbed his face in thought before finally coming up with a plan. "Jazz gather your team, and fortify the base. Ironhide, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Gears; you all will go to the oil rig. Prowl, you and the Protectobots will stay in here with Frost. The rest will help ward off the Decepticons."

"Optimus, we can't form Defensor. Blades is still getting repaired." Streetwise pointed out with worry.

"Will you be able to form Defensor without him?" The Prime asked.

They shook their helms. "He's the right arm. We can see if he's up to battle?" The leader of the Protectobots, Hot Spot, suggested. When Optimus nodded the group ran off to see their partner.

Frost woke up, looking up at everyone. She stared at Optimus and held her arms out. Optimus took her and almost immediately she tried to stick her servo in his mouth, but his face mask saved his glossa. "Hello little spark, I'm Optimus Prime."

"Opimus Pime?" Frost tilted her helm as she continued to touch his face.

"She's getting better with the names." Prowl chuckled as he took Frost back.

Hound came back into the room with a worried expression on his face. "Prime, Megadork… I mean Megatron is eight kliks away."

"Okay. Prowl take Frost and hide her somewhere. Lock the doors once the Protectobots return." Optimus ordered as they left the two.

Frost looked up at Prowl and knew something was up, from the way his wings slowly pointed down. She grabbed both sides of his face and pressed their foreheads together. "Sire?"

"Oh don't worry little one. We'll be safe as long as we stay in here." Prowl turned his head and kissed her tiny servo. "Are you hungry?"

Frost nodded and Prowl sat her down on the ground. She pulled herself onto her peds, taking a few steps towards Prowl. He hummed at her as he handed her the energon. "Say 'thank you.'"

"Ank oo?" Frost looked up for confirmation.

He nodded, "Good job."

The Protectobots finally returned. Blades rolled his arm with a groan. "Fragging arm."

Prowl revved his engines angrily. "Language Blades, there's a sparkling here! Frost why don't you go sit over there?"

He pointed at one of the booths. Frost cooed as she walked halfway to the booth before falling down. Everyone froze and covered the sides of their helms when she started to cry. Energon tears slide down her face as she continued to vent. First Aid rushed over to check to see if she was okay.

"Sire! Sire!" Frost pulled away from the medic to get to Prowl. He picked her up and rocked her. Frost slowly calmed down until the base shook as if a bomb exploded next to the ARK. Frost pressed herself closer to Prowl and hide her face in his neck, whimpering.

::Jazz how's things going out there?:: Prowl asked over the sounds of laser fire outside the base.

::Not so hot, a few managed tah get past our traps. Ah'd say dat ya have 4 earth minutes before they get tah yer location.:: The saboteur said with a grunt, obviously in the middle of a fight.

"Get ready to combine, Bots." Hot Spot ordered his team, who all nodded.

Prowl looked around and saw a tan cloth that was to keep the rations of energon in one area. He rearranged some of the cubes and sat an unwilling Frost inside the false box. "Be very quiet sweetspark. I'll get you once it's safe, okay?"

Frost wanted to cry for her sire, but he had told her to be quiet. So that's what she did. She did not like it when heavy footsteps drew closer to the door and the mechs drew their blasters. Banging on the door caused Frost to whine and whimper in fear. Prowl hushed her as he covered the energon with the cloth. He stepped away and got ready for a fight.

The door was forced open and the Constructicons along with Soundwave and his Cassetticons, came strutting in. "Autobots: Hand over sparkling, or be terminated."

"What sparkling?" Streetwise asked as his grip on his blaster tightened.

"It's not wise to lie Autobot. All the other rooms were empty or booby trapped, and we find not only one of you, but a Combiner. So that tells us that a little Cybertonian is hiding somewhere." Scrapper said as he glared at them. "Sparkling why don't you come out, before I hurt your friends."

Prowl knew that Frost would only think about him getting hurt. Prowl prayed to Primus that the femme to stay where she's at. And it seemed that Primus agreed and Frost remained still. He looked at the Protectobots and they all nodded. Quickly they combined into Defensor and began firing at the intruders. Taking quick action the Constructicons combined into Devestator and retaliated. Soundwave and Prowl fought each other, the Autobots unaware that Ravage, Soundwave's Cassetticon, was sniffing out Frost.

Frost peeked through a crack in between a few cubes. Her optics widened as Prowl got punched in the chest. She didn't understand why her sire was getting hurt. She started vent and then came the waterworks. Devestator stopped when he heard the static cry coming from Frost. He walked over and stopped right in front of Frost's hiding spot.

Prowl looked over from his fist fight with the blue mech and his bots, to see Devestator picking Frost up. His wings flared as she cried for him. "Let's her go!"

"Autobot: Sired sparkling." Soundwave informed his companion.

"S-S! S-S!" Frost screamed and everyone dropped to their knees from the high pitched cry. Devestator released his servo and Frost cried as she fell. Defensor caught Frost as he fell to the ground. "S-S. Sire!"

::Decepticons retreat, Megatron's been damaged.:: Thrust said through the Decepticon comlinks.

The Constructicons uncombined and ran off behind Soundwave, as he called back all his partners. When they officially left Prowl relaxed a little as he swooped Frost into his arms. They refused to release each other even for Ratchet to look over them both. After a few reassuring speeches from Ratchet and Jazz, he agreed to let the medics look over them. Prowl got a good bill of health and Frost was good aside from a cracked energon line. With a quick patch up the two Praxians went to their quarters for a long needed shower.

Frost giggled, completely forgetting the attack, as the water hit her forming wings. Prowl used a little soap to clean dirt off their bodies. "Sire."

"Yes Frost?" Prowl sat her down on the ground to wash his wings.

"Ah. Ah." She pointed in her mouth as her tanks rumbled.

Prowl smiled and got an idea to get her start saying words, seeing as she was old enough to talk. "Say 'hungry'."

Frost watched him form the letters before saying the word, well sort of. "Hungee?"

"Close enough, good job sweet spark." Prowl finished giving them a shower and dried themselves off before getting her food. "Here you go. I better comm Wheeljack to get you more energon."

"Eelack?" Frost looked up with a confused look on her face?

"Mhm, hurry up and eat. It's almost time for recharge." Prowl grabbed a data pads and pulled up a game of word cross.

Frost was curious on what her sire was doing and crawled under his arm to see what he was doing. Her optics scanned the data pads as she tried to figure out what the words were, not realizing that it was English. Prowl looked down and saw the confusion on his sparkling's face, and realized that she didn't know what any of it said. The Autobots realized that since she was still young and just came from Cyberton, that she only knew Cybertonian.

"This is in one of Earth's many languages, this one is English. When you get older we'll practice it." Prowl explained as he finished the cross word in ten seconds flat. "Okay sweetspark, it's getting late. Did you finish your energon?"

Frost nodded and handed her bottle to Prowl before crawling under the thermal blankets. Prowl laughed at her eagerness for recharge. After checking his tanks and her temperature, getting satisfying results he turned off the lights and waited for her to fall into stasis. Frost crawled on top of his chest before falling asleep. Prowl was amazed on how much of his life and everyone else's changed so fast when a sparkling came into the picture. He pulled the thermal blankets over Frost before going into a deep stasis.

Morning came and Frost woke yup with an extra jolt of energy. She sat on his chest and jumped on him. He groaned after the third jump. "Sire. Sire. Sire. Sire."

"Frost strop jumping on me." Prowl groaned as he sat up holding Frost. "Now say sorry."

"S-S. Sowwy." Frost's nubs rotated.

Prowl turned her around and saw two tiny white and ice blue winglets forming on her nubs. "Wow, I forgot how fast wings grow."

::Hey Prowl, Prime wanted me to tell you that we have a patrol in the downtown area." His brother, Smokescreen, said over the comlink.

:: Okay I'll be there in a couple minutes, what's Bluestreak doing?:: Prowl handed Frost her breakfast.

::On a three day scouting trip with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Why?:: He forgot about Frost.

::For Frost. I can see if Jazz can watch her. Thanks, I'll be there.::Prowl lifted Frost up and commed Jazz. ::Jazz are you busy?::

::Not really just goin over some tactics with my Spec Ops.:: Jazz said casually.

Prowl sighed, ::Okay I'll. See if Prime can keep an optic on Frost.:: He cut the comlink.

"Sire. Uncky Buesteek." Frost whined.

"Sweetspark, uncle Bluestreak is busy. Do you want to see Optimus Prime or-"

"Bee. Bee." Frost stood up and clapped her servos happily.

Prowl frowned and knew that the young scout would have been with Jazz. He didn't know how the sparkling would react to that. "Frost Bumblebee is busy. How about Huffer and Cliffjumper? Wait they'd be too grumpy with you. Hmm, how about Ratchet?"

"Atchet?" Frost's winglets flickered as she thought about the Autobots name and her memory of Ratchet. She smiled and nodded her helm eagerly.

Prowl lifted her up and grabbed her bottle, a couple cubes, and her thermal blanket. He slipped them in his subspace. "Okay come on sweetspark."

Frost took his servo and they left the room. Prowl dropped Frost off, not seeing Spike and Sparkplug looking at the situation in front of them. When he left, Frost was lifted up onto a workbench while Ratchet helped Wheeljack with an experiment. She saw the humans with a curious look in her optics.

Please let me know how you liked for any artists that can draw good transformers, I ask of you to draw a cute drawing of Frost and Prowl, and PM it to me :)