Enjoy this inside story for Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen's origin! :)

Ch. 1

"Your highness, as your guards, we can't keep having you injuring yourself." The red and blue Praxian flicked his wings with an annoyed look on his face while buffing out the dents in my frame. His two older brothers were busy repainting my frame.

"I'm not a highness, I'm not an even prince anymore Smokescreen! Quit calling me your highness, it's bad enough that Prowl won't stop bringing me my energon when I just online from stasis." I waved an arm accusingly at the white and black Praxian, who just shrugged not denying it.

I groaned with annoyance while they finished what they were doing. Bluestreak looked at me with a sheepish smile. "Then your highness, should avoid your quarters because I defiantly did not clean it to get out training later tonight." The dark gray Praxian chuckled nervously when he saw me whine into my servos.

"Alright, alright you two it's time to leave his royal pain alone. I know Prime won't like to see his Lieutenant away for too long, since he decided to spy on Megatron by himself without telling anyone." Prowl teasingly said while patting my face, they all laughed more at the scowl on my face. The two younger ones left Prowl and I alone in Prowl's office. "I'm sorry my Prince… Meister… Jazz, what name are we calling you again?"

We sat at his desk, on either side of it, and looked at each other with emotionless faces. I removed my visors to reveal a pair of silver optics, as a physical sign of my heritage. "Meister is a code name, and you know that Prowl. For the last time, I'm no prince so please stop calling me that. I couldn't even prevent this war."

"Alright, alright Jazz I'll stop teasing you. I'm sorry, so did you finish your reports?" Prowl asked with his friendly smile. I would never admit it, especially to the three brothers, that the oldest was my favorite of my royal guards. Though, they all probably already knew that, but still Prowl was 7,100 Deca-cycles older than me, and he was always one to relax my processor when I started overworking my thoughts.

"I did Creator." I replied mockingly before rubbing the back of my helm with a heavy sigh. "Prowl, I have too much on my mind. This war has been going on for too long, and it's not getting any better. What if I have to initiate 'Iron Crown'? I don't want to do that!" I laid my helm on my arms with a shaky intake.

Prowl rubbed my helm, being careful of my horns while he continued to comfort me. "I promised you centuries ago that I will make sure you'll never have to do such thing, and I still promise to let you never go through it. Go on and report to Prime; I have some reports to wrangle from Ratchet." The door opened, and I refused to look to see who it was since my visors were removed. "Ah, Ironhide what brings you here?"

"Prime wanted me to find Jazz, and I interrogated your brothers who told me that he was last seen with you." Ironhide said before I felt his optics on me. "Oh hey, your visors are off."

I quickly grabbed the cyan visors and slipped them on before standing up quickly. I made it to the door before looking over my shoulder. Over the centuries I had mastered the art of disguises, especially with my voice. "Ah'll talk tah ya later Prowl about dah older cycles."

"Alright Jazz, I'll meet you in your quarters." Prowl replied calmly before I left the room.

While I made my way to Optimus' office I was heavily thinking about my duties to Cybertron. As if being the SIC to an entire army wasn't stressful enough but being the sole survivor of the royal family and having to think of what to do to keep not only myself alive but also to keep all information of the royal family out of Decepticon servos. I knocked on the door, "come in." Optimus said calmly, and I walked in before sitting down across from the Prime. "Jazz, you seem to be under a lot of stress. Did something happen while you went on that solo mission?"

I scoffed and leaned back with a smile on my lips. "Nothin' happened Prime, Ah just have been missin' home lately. Earth is a nice place, don't get meh wrong, but Ah miss dah smell of my home and dah long lunar cycles." I crossed my legs out of an old etiquette habit, when I caught my mistake I slid my leg down to the ground. And forced myself to slouch slightly to keep my laid-back personality intact. "Ah didn't find anythin' useful when Ah was at dah Nemesis. Except dat Megatron has been dabblin' in past Cybertronian laws and… other things. Ah just got into dah terminal when Ah was swarmed by Megs and his goons."

Optimus nodded when I gave him the partial truth, just not exactly what Megatron was looking into. Which was trying to find loopholes to force Prime to surrender. Though with all the history gone, I doubt Megatron would get far in his research and Prime never mentioned the royal family whenever Spike or Carly asked about Cybertron government. "Mhm, were you able to copy any of this information or get anything out of Megatron. He was never one for our people's government, not unless he found a loop hole that could be useful to him."

Not unless you count 'Iron Crown' as a loophole. I shook my helm with a fake but real frown, "negative. Maybe old buckethead finally realized he qualifies for a life sentence under every single law? Can Ah go, Prime?" I leaned forward with my servos folded neatly in front of me. Prime noticed my servos, and I quickly hid my servos under my legs. "Ah got lots of reports tah do and bots tah train, so see ya on dah flipside."

I stood up quickly with even more of a habit that I didn't realize when I did it. My left servo went to the center of my chest where my spark was and I bowed in a forty-five-degree angle. Once I left the room, I went straight to my quarters where I nearly shouted Bluestreak's name when I saw how clean it was. The walls, ceiling, and the floors were polished and every piece of furniture was dusted. My berth had clean sheets and thermal blankets that were folded neatly, my small shelf that had my personal effects sitting on there by size, my nightstand had a simple lamp that was centered that had a data pad sitting on the corner, and a box sitting on the center of my berth. "I am going to kill that mech for going through my things."

My natural voice was more strict sounding and held more of an elegant approach, but it also had this velvety tone that Smokescreen always joked about how it got me the mechs and femmes. I opened the box and saw the one thing I thought was lost since the palace fell. My crown; it was gold that was shaped like several rows of leaves and vinery and was encrusted with tiny red rubies and five larger rubies in the center. "Where did he find this old thing?"

I went to the small mirror that hung on the wall to the left of the door. Looking at my reflection I removed my visors and placed my crown just around my horns. It has been so long since I've seen myself look so regal. There was a knock on the door, and I quickly hid the crown and replaced my visors before stepping to the middle of the room. "C-come in!" In came Bluestreak, looking a bit nervous which concerned me. "Blue, what happened?"

"The twins, they keep accusing me of cheating because I'm blocking the fact I'm a royal guard and you're the prince of fragging Cybertron!" Bluestreak waved his arms frantically before sitting on the berth with a groan. "I hate lying to them, but my duty to you is more important. I don't know how Smokescreen can do it with Prime."

I sat next to him and reached under the pillow and pulled out the crown. "I know it sucks Blue, but unless the war ends without my involvement or I decide our cover has been blown and I need to enact 'Iron crown', then we have to keep it quiet. Though I am surprised that he hasn't opened his mouth about it, since he can't keep quiet about my moment of weakness and accepting Hound's drinking challenge."

Blue laughed at the memory, "Prowl was not happy about hearing that. He even gave you that long drone out speech about you breaking cover and recited old palace rules to you. I found it in Prowl's things, you know he's a stickler for history. I figured I'd give it to its rightful owner, he even has the… the book." We both shuttered at the memories of the dreaded book.

The book was filled with all of the ancient rules and guidelines that the royal family had to live by, and even some silly laws that only the one who was currently sitting on the throne could initiate. I had to memorize that fragging book since I was seven deca-cycles, or seven thousand years old, and while on Earth I have basically forgotten everything on 'the book' rules. "I need to get back into the Nemesis, Megatron has been looking into Cybertronian laws. Which can't be good if he discovers 'Iron Crown'."

"You're not planning on initiating it are you? Because that would mean you'd have to-" Bluestreak started to say before stopping and went to the door slowly as he pulled out his hidden sword from between wings. He slowly opened the door before quickly swinging his sword out, and then came to a quick stop. "Primus Sides, what are you doing out here? I could have killed you!"

"Sunny wanted to know where you were running off to, and I volunteered to find out where. What were you two talking about? And that sword where did that come from?" Sideswipe asked Bluestreak as he folded his sword and placed it back in his back. "We just want to know why you keep blocking us out when we ask about your past."

Bluestreak's wings fell and he bowed his helm. "Sides, I-"

Sideswipe stood up and he looked angry before his optics locked onto me and saw the crown in my lap. He growled angrily when his optics went back to his mate. "You know what, don't talk to us until you can figure out what you want." He stomped off, leaving my friend in my door way in distraught.

"Blue, I'm sorry. I'll fix this." I stood up and walked over to him before placing a servo on his shoulder. He nodded before leaving me alone. I sighed as I sat the crown back inside the box and sat on the berth with a groan.

The weeks rolled by, Smokescreen and Prowl and I were sitting in the corner of the rec room drinking energon. Bluestreak was sulking with energon in his servo, and the twins were ignoring the middle brother of my Praxian friends. He tried to explain without exposing my cover, but they wouldn't have it. I stood up with an annoyed look and went straight for the Lambo twins, grabbing their arms and dragged them out to hall.

"What is yer issue with Blue? Whatever ya saw in my quarters is not what ya think." I pushed them both up against the wall with and growled silently. "Ah can't have ya three fightin', and Blue needs tah be in top mental condition for dah battlefield."

"Then what happened in your quarters?! Prowl has always been weird around you, but Smokescreen and Bluestreak have been acting weird with you since the last trip to Cybertron. So, you tell us what is going on with you four!" Sunstreaker said with a growl.

I looked over my shoulders before looking back at them and had to come up with a believable lie. I sighed and dropped them from the wall, "okay Ah'll tell ya dah truth. Smokescreen and Bluestreak have been helpin' meh with courtin' Prowl. Dat is why Ah had dat crown because Ah was plannin' on tellin' Prowl a really cheesy line tah ask him tah be my mate."

The twins looked at each other before looking at me with a sad look in their optics. "So, you two aren't hooking up?" I shook my helm, and they rubbed their arms feeling guilty about ignoring and being brutal with their mate. "We really fragged up, come on Sunny we have to go apologize."

They had gone after Bluestreak, while I went back to the other two and sat back down. I was smiling at how happy those three were going to be. And while I thought about it, I thought about Prowl and I. "Prowl, if I kiss you it's because I told the twins I was courting you."

"You did what!?" Prowl shouted and stood up as his servos slammed in the table, drawing everyone in the room's attention, he cleared his voice box and slowly sat back down. "You did what your majesty? You know that what we had was in the past, and we were young."

"I know that and so did the entire palace, but the team doesn't. Besides it's not like I'm asking you to interface with me. Back me up on this Smokey?" I looked at the multicolored mech.

"I agree with Prowl on this, everyone is going to get suspicious when they see that you two are acting like awkward teens. I know that when Prime and I got together, we were only a secret for a few days before Ratchet asked me how it was, which was amazing. For a Prime, he is really… right not about me." Smokescreen dropped the topic when Prowl and I looked at him.

I sighed heavily while thinking. While I was coming up with a plan to keep me a secret, I heard voices. "Cybertronian King? What's that?" I was in mid-sip of my energon until it ended up all over my lap. I shouted in surprise, getting attention drawn on me. "Jazz, are you okay?"

"Ah'm okay Spike, just scared myself. Um ya and Prime were talkin' about dah Cybertronian King? Ca-can Ah ask what for?" I was a nervous wreck and my fidgeting servos weren't helping. "Did patrol find somethin' relatin' tah dah royal family? Not dat it would matter, cause they're all dead."

Prime and Spike gave me weird looks, and I could hear the groans from the two Praxian behind me. "Well Spike was explaining to me that England had just appointed their next heir to the throne, and then I was explaining that Cybertron had something similar. But I have never met the royal family in person, there were some archives on them back in Iacon." Scrap. Scrap. Scrap. Please don't say you have information on my family names. "There might even be their names on file."

I panicked and stormed out of there faster than I have ever before. I rushed outside and transformed before taking off. No, this cannot be happening. I cannot be found out like this. They can't find out about me. And neither can the Decepticons; they just end up using me to make super soldiers. I drove as far and as fast as I could away from the Autobots.

I don't know how far I drove, but it was far enough to where I ended up in a swamp. "Ugh, one point for Cybertron. No disgusting swamp." My optics scanned the area as I climbed over fallen trees and pushed away the brush. "What to do, what to do? I don't want to mate with Smokescreen's mate and I certainly don't want to mate with Megatron. If I tell Prime that I'm the fragging king, he'll want to keep me under lockdown."

::Jazz, come on Jazz answer me.:: Prowl was worried about me, and was used to me running away. I used to do it all the time when I was wanting to avoid my duties as Prince at the time. ::Don't make me pull out the magic word to get you to respond.::

::I'm sorry Prowl, I panicked. I just know that when Prime figures out who I am, then I will have to do something that I know that I'll hate.:: I sat on a log with a heavy intake.

::Jazz, come on back to base. It's getting dark and you have training to do.:: Prowl suggested with a softer tone.

I looked up at the sky with a heavy sigh. ::Alright, alright I'll come back. Just give me a few minutes to pull myself back together?::

A heavy sigh came from the other end, meaning Prowl wasn't liking that response. ::Alright but be safe. I don't need to repaint you, your highness.::

::Call me your highness, and I will shove my royal ped up your aft. Royal guard Sir Prowl.:: I said with a small hiss and got a growl from Prowl. ::Now you know how I feel. Quit calling me king, your majesty, and your royal highness!::

::My apologies Jazz, I didn't realize calling you by your true title annoyed you that much.:: Prowl huffed annoyingly before adding ::I'll see you when you have returned.::

The comm call was terminated, leaving me to my own thoughts. I stood up and transformed making my way back to the ARK. When I got back I snuck back on inside through the ventilation systems and moved the grate above my quarters. I lowered myself through and replaced the grate, feeling proud for not getting caught by Red Alert, but when I turned around I jumped with a shout. "P-Prime, what are you… I… Ah mean what are ya doin' here?"

"Do you make a habit of entering your quarters through the vents?" Optimus asked as he held up a binded collection of datapads and was flipping through the pages while sitting on my berth. "These are the physical copies of Cybertronian laws, can I ask where you got this?" He looked up at me while I was still trying to recover from my surprise.

How did the book get here? Prowl, I seriously need to have those slagging brothers stop putting my slag in the middle of my room. I walked over and held out my servo, wanting the book. "Prime, dah less ya know about meh dah better. Now please hand dah book tah meh before Ah do somethin' regretful."

"Jazz, I'm your friend you need to trust me. I'll hand you this if you at least tell me how you got it." Prime pulled the book away from my reach which only angered me more. My engines revved slowly, I was not about to use my optics on my friend. "Jazz."

"Ah can't tell ya without riskin' all of Cybertron. Now give it tah meh." I servos started twitching as my need to use my optics on Prime grew. He shook his helm and held it close to his frame. Now I was very angry, and I removed my visors and was greeted by the shock in my friend's optics. "Optimus Prime, hand over the book, leave, and forget what you saw in here."

Optimus held out his arm and held the book out to me. I took it as I watched him leave my quarters. I held the book close to my chest with a sad sigh, I need to hide my things in a better spot. Being the last royal family member was really hard for me to even hide the fact that I couldn't talk to anyone about any of it without drawing suspicion. I sat on my berth where Optimus was and started looking through the book.

Rules for the royal family

I.There will be no getting overcharged during parties or while guests are over

II.No courting those of the common world as it can taint the royal CNA

III.The heir for the throne must start his/her royal classes at three Deca-cycles

IV.Excuse yourself whenever you are leaving a room or conversation

V.No leaving the palace once the gates are closed

VI.Never leave the palace without a guard

VII.When the heir reaches eleven Deca-cycles, he/she must start courting those that the current King and Queen allows

VIII.If the heir is a Carrier he/she must remain inside when in heat, no exceptions

IX.At seventeen Deca-cycles the heir is required to take self-defense classes as well as take on some royal duties

X.The heir must bow or courtesy to the King or Queen when they enter a room

XI.There will be no tolerance for foul language

XII.When the situation calls for it, the royal guards over rank the royal family for their safety

I kept reading the rules and rereading them until I started getting tired. ::Prowl, Blue, Smokey we need to have a serious talk in the morning. Meet me in my office early.::

::Yes sir.:: They all said and being called sir was less annoying than be called 'your highness'.

I slid the book under my pillow before falling into stasis with my visors sitting on top of the pillow beside me.

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