Warnings: Jazz x Prowl, this and that nothing more and nothing less.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Transformers.

The night was filled with screams. The towers and crystals burning. Collapsing on the unfortunate beings caught underneath it. A young, by their race standards, ran through flames and smoke looking for his brothers. The black, gold, and white mech was singed scuffed and dented from dodging falling debris. He ignored the pain as his body protested his running. He was afraid to even look at the mess his wings were. He knew his chevron was missing parts of it from one hard hit to his head.

He had to find his brothers he promises his sire as he laid dying from being impaled. He needed to find them and get them out of Praxus. Overhead the screams and roars of full bloodied and half bloodied dragons filled the sky. Prowl just looked once and he swore to never look again as large bodies started falling crashing through the only remaining buildings. He just knew that one of the was his creator as the bond between her and her mate snapped.

"PROWL," snapping his helm around Prowl sighed in relief when he spotted his brothers gliding towards him.

"Bluestreak; Smokescreen," he let his wings relax to a more neutral setting from their high arch he had earlier.

"What's going on; where's sire and creator?" the youngest brother, Bluestreak asks. His navy color wings trembled.

"We felt the bond snap…are they?" Smokescreen knew he should have to ask but he did anyway.

His own red and white wings dropping when Prowl wouldn't even look at him in the face. It was answer enough. An explosion had them dropping covering the youngest as more crystal shards rain down on them.

"We need to leave," Prowl shouted. Bluestreak look to argue but he could see the Smokescreen understood and both grab their younger brother and ran. Flying would lead to certain death if they tried and that's if Prowls damage wings could carry him.

They didn't get to leave together though as soon their path was block by some of the unknown invaders. "Well lookie here, we found some dragon mixed breeds," a tall black mech chuckle. "I wonder if you three would be worth something."

Prowl and Smokescreen place Bluestreak between them as they were surrounded. They half transformed into their dragon states. Their crystal scale reflecting the fire light. One of the mechs whistled, "Hey boss I think we found some high stock here."

"I believe your right. Mechs would pay real big for those scales." The one the was called boss laugh. "Pit they pay their whole estates for the whole beast."

The surrounding mechs laugh, "Boys take them alive and don't damage those scales." The boss mech order.

Prowl didn't waste time as he lunged at the nearest mechs. "Smokescreen take Blue and run!" he shouted as he wrestled the two mechs the towered over him.

"But." The oldest brother said swiping at any that got too close and he herded Bluestreak towards the gate of the city.

"Don't argue just go," he shouted as another mech fell. But Prowl was bowl over by three mechs and slammed into the ground. With one last look before starting to transform fully into his dragon form he saw the Smokescreen was still there. "GO!"

Prowl jerked up from his berth intakes heaving harshly. It was the same nightmare that had plague him since he had been taken and sold. Though it had been vorns since his capture and becoming some rich mechs living trophy. He only had this nightmare when he remembers his home or his brothers. Out of the entire city as far as he knew he and his brothers were the only survivors. It only made his current situation bearable knowing the his brothers had gotten away.

Praxus was one of the few places, it not the only places, that those of mixed heritage could live in safety. It also home to a rare group of dragons whose scales were made up of the brightest clearest crystals. Mechs and dragons lived side by side with few confrontations. Outside mechs lived in their own cities while dragons lived in clans scattered throughout the region.

It was a place the lead to beings being created that would otherwise be killed off once they emerged from their eggs and their sparks first came online. Prowl and his brothers were one of those beings. Their sire being a Praxian with a door wing frame type. Their creator was one of the rare crystal dragons.

They were a mix of metal, wire, and crystal. Their wings longer than the normal doors but smaller than their dragon counterparts. Long metal feathers overlaying like plates that catch the currents allowing flight. Their dragon modes consisted of four strong legs, a long tail, a chevron acting like horns, and sharp talons. Their mech forms still had the chevron and wings but their talons turned to blunt fingers and their tails folded and slide until it disappeared into their bodies.

Where other mechs and dragons had either blue optics of every shade, Prowl being the only exception. His were the deeps of gold bordering on amber. Those optics gave him a more intense air. It was why he had been spared when the attack happened. It was why he now found himself shackled and own to a mech with the title of Prime. Sentinel Prime was one of the few that Prowl wished he could maul. The mech, once he brought him, had torn off parts of his wings and ripped out almost all his flight plates. Then he dares try to pry some of his scales off. Prowl was quick to show him that that was a bad idea. It earned him a stake through one of his legs keeping him pinned and chained. To add insult to injury Sentinel went so far as to place a brand on Prowl. The half dragon would take great pleasure when he burned down the house with the fake Prime inside.

Prowl never transformed out of his dragon state. Even if his dragon form was smaller than the average dragon. Unlike full bloodied dragons whose dragon forms were larger than their mech forms. Those who were half breeds, their dragon forms were just a little bit bigger than their mech forms. With Sentinel being bigger then Prowl, the enforcer had no desire to give the mech an advantage over him.

But Prowl knew he wouldn't be staying long. He was a patient mech and was close to getting himself out. he been planning his escape since the moment he been chained. All he needed was the right time to strike.

As the sun hit the midday what he thought was going to be another day turned out to be just what he was waiting for. The door to his cage opened and a small red, blue and white mech was shoved through. From the scent, Prowl, could tell that he was another dragon. A young one at that. He was battered and dented and very frighten not that Prowl could blame him.

The half dragon stayed very still as he waited for the young dragon to calm down. He mentally smirk, Sentinel just sign his deactivation warrant. No clan would let the kidnap of one so young go unpunished. A scrap and Prowl watch the young dragon's armor went from a hard rattle to a slight tremble. It seemed that the youngling just now saw that he wasn't alone.

Prowl let out a soothing rumble from his chassis. It was something he did for Bluestreak and what Smokescreen did for him. "Who are you youngling?"

The youngling squeak when Prowl address him and he tried to hid further into the corner. Prowl sighed, he relaxes his wings and adopted a non-threatening posture. He was glad that he had a little experience when dealing with frighten sparklings and younglings. Again, his small size worked to his favor. He did not go to the youngling, not that the chain would let him, instead he waited for the youngling to become comfortable with him.

While he waited, Prowl gave the young dragon a once over. And he hid his shock when he saw someone who was like him. while the red, blue, and white mech in front of him smell of dragons. Prowl could not see any traits that would make him a half breed. But Prowl could smell the youngling's heritage. To all appearances, the youngling in front of him looked like a normal young mech.

His rumbling turned to a purr when the youngling whimpered. Prowl saw that the trembling had gone back to shaking but it was not mostly due to fright. "It is cold so close to window, if you wish you may move over to the berth. It is slightly warmer there."

He kept still as the mech moved slowly keeping Prowl in his sights before arriving at the berth and placing it between him and Prowl. Prowl deciding that that was as close as the young dragon was going to get he went back to staring out the small slit of a window. He was not lying when he said that it was warmer by the berth. Another reason he hated Sentinel. The mech had taken no care when tossing Prowl in one of palaces draffiest room. Dragons, except those meant for the cold, hated being cold and due to Prowls crystal scales, he attracted the cold.

"It will be awhile before our energon ration is brought to us, try to recharge so you won't burn through your reserves."

"why?"

Prowl rasied an optic ridge at the youngling. He did not expect for the young one to talk so soon. "You have to be more specific; why what?"

"Why did they take me?" another whimper and the shaking returned. "Why did they hurt my friends; h-how d-did they know?"

"I do not know why nor how they knew that you are anything but a normal mech, but I do not think your clan will let you be missing for long."

"I don't have a clan anymore, I was told that I was too weak." He sniffs, "M-my brother had me staying with normal Cybertronion's before he was chased off. H-he doesn't k-know w-where I am."

Prowl heard the youngling start to cry and quietly moved over next to him and endearing a surprise squeak wrap the distress youngling in his wing. The news does not sit well with him. one so young should not have been allowed out of a clan's boundaries and yet to hear that not only was he chased out but put to be raised by others. It made Prowl angry and sad.

"What are you called?" he asked after allowing the young mech to recovered from being upset. "I am Prowl."

"Orion, a-at least t-that's w-what my brother Optimist said it was. I don't remember our sire and creator well." He said only to yawn and it was then that Prowl saw the sharp fangs that lined Orion's mouth.

"Recharge young one, I can say with absolute certainty that we will not be here for long."

The words while may have been taking as an older being trying to comfort another younger one. Orion wanted to believe those words but hard lessons learn kept that belief at bay. But recharging after two orns of running did sound good right now. The warmth of Prowls body heat and the continue purring help lull a very exhausted youngling fall into recharge.

Prowl shifted his plating and wrap his tail around them to act as a barrier. His wing hid the younger mech in case someone loyal to Sentinel decided to make an appearance. Protocols that only went to his clan's own members rose to the surface. Until Orion left him or his brother came back to claim him Prowl would treat the young mech as a member of his family. He could just hear his older brothers snickering even now. He imagines Bluestreak getting along with someone younger then him. it was that image that let Prowl fall into a light recharge.

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over the next few orns Prowl kept every single mech that came into his room away from his new charge. His once shining scales now were dull, scorch, crack in some places, and had an unhealthy sheen. Orion fair no better. When Sentinel saw that neither dragon half breed wouldn't be cowed he cut their already short ration. And when Prowl would snap or lunge the big mech would use shock prods, collars, or his favorite stabbing the stake in the dragon's leg further or yanking it out to stab in another spot. His once repaired chevron had been torn from his helm. Now only stubs remain.

He went as far as tearing the fragile mesh that kept the feather platelets in place. Prowl endured all of it so Orion wouldn't have to. but there were times that Prowl couldn't protect him. times when the younger half dragon was taken out of the room and came back worst for wear. Orion would never tell what had happen to him but no mech could fool a dragon's nose.

He didn't say anything knowing that unlike him Orion didn't have a dragon form to keep such actions from happening to him. Prowl only hope, for the younglings' health, that nothing came from such a union. However, soon, Prowl knew that one orn they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. When Orion had been thrown into his room/cell Prowl had to recalculate on his escape plans. Now he was going to have push up the timeframe.

It was when after another beating that had cause Prowl to become weaker than normal that Prowl decided that they needed to leave. "Orion," he nudged the recharging youngling. "Wake up."

The younger dragon had wedge himself between Prowl's side and the wall. "W-what," he asks sleepily.

"I need you to pull the stakes out of him hind legs," Prowl said. Earlier when Sentinel had visited it was not to take Orion but to torture Prowl purely out of spite.

Orion snapped awake and fearfully stared at the older dragon. "B-but."

"We do not have time, pull them out. I have a way for us to escape and I cannot do that if I am still chained," when Orion kept looking near panic between Prowls face to the injured legs the older dragon took one talon paw and held Orion's chin, gently, and brought his eye to level with his own. "You will not hurt me. I will heal faster once we are free and we are not walking out."

"But h-how will w-we even get out?"

Prowl's grin showing off his long fangs was none too friendly. "Simple," one long talon tapping the window's edge. "We smash our way through the window."

Orion stared open mouth at the smirking dragon. That was something he did not expect from him though he didn't know Prowl too well but he rather thought he knew enough that this plan wasn't well thought out. He wasn't even sure how Prowl was going to fly with his wings so mangle.

"But-

"Get on," Prowl ordered. "And keep your head down."

"But how are you going to fly!" even as he said it he was still climbing onto Prowls back being careful of the wings. Prowl was just large enough that Orion's legs weren't dragging on the floor.

"I may not be able to do much but my wings will hold us aloft long enough to glide high above the clouds. The winds up there will take us further away faster than those between the clouds and the ground."

Prowl reared his head and neck back and before Orion could argue again a ball of fire blasted the wall, and Prowl shot out so quickly after it that Orion could feel the heat coming off the metal. A strong sharp sting of cold air hit his face as older dragon flared out his wings and they were jerk up by a gust a wind. But not before Prowl, taking too much pleasure in it, swerved in the air and blasted the Primes palace another few times. Making sure he hit the Sentinels room and their own prison.

"Now that that's done let's be off," the gold and black and white dragon said before gliding up above the clouds.

Orion heard the screams and shouts from the palace fade as they got higher and higher. He held his head as far down as he could into Prowls back. He was too afraid to look at the height they were reaching.

"Orion, look." Prowls gentle tone had the half dragon looking up from where he had his face hidden. He gaps in awe at the millions of stars filling the sky. Prowl smirk. "It gets better as the sun rises the colors that it paints. One orn I will show you."

"It's really pretty and quiet."

"Yes, it is."

They glided for a few more joors before Prowl had to go back under the clouds before they would freeze. Cold and dragons didn't mix well. "We will rest for here," he said as he landed on a outcropping of rocks high on a cliff. "Then if you wished to come with me I need to find my brothers. The best way to do that is to head back to Praxus."

Orion slid off Prowl, "but wasn't Praxus destroyed. Optimus says no one will live there anymore."

Prowl was quiet from a few breems. "Yes, it was, but it was the last place I saw them so I will start there."

Orion looked at the older dragon, he really didn't won't to be alone anymore and trying to go back to the village where he was taken didn't sound like a good idea anymore. "I rather stay…with you…if that's alright."

The corners of Prowls mouth twitched, "I would be happy for your company." He lifted one of his wings, "Come it's time to recharge."

Orion crawled underneath and welcome the warmth that the larger body offered. He entrained thoughts of once finding Prowls brothers then maybe he would be able to find his own. And if not then maybe he could stay with Prowls clan. It was a nice thought.

Prowl watched as Orion fell into a deep recharge. They would have to move once he woke. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Sentinel would send out hunting parties for them and he knew that there would be someone in them that would know where he was heading. It might be best to continue after Praxus in his mech form.

Looking up and watching the clouds move Prowl wondered if his brothers were okay and if he would be able to find them. sighing he chided himself in thinking like that. He would find them because he would never give up looking just as he knew that they would never stop looking for him.

Lowering his head down and turning up his audios Prowl allowed himself to fall into a light recharge. Until he found his family, he was going to fight any who tried to capture him and Orion even if it was Sentinel.

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high above them behind a cluster a rock's sat a small, for a dragon, sleek silver dragon. Its horns flicked back and forth as he watched the two below. Once he was sure that they were unconscious he grins.

"Let the games begin," he sent a quick message to the rest of his clan.

: I found something interesting boss one looks like a mini you: he was surprise at the tone his leader gave when he responded.

: Keep watch over them till we arrive:

: What about the other one? You want me to deal with him:

: You have your orders Jazz. Wait till we get there:

:…fine:

He settled down for the night and waited. While he waited, he took the time to admire the larger dragons body. He liked what he saw, it was a shame that he may not be able to admire more.

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Chapter End.

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