A/N: Dang I really got to catch up on my stories. Don't worry my afrotastics, I shall...after this.

Pairings:

Ironhide/Chromia

Optimus/Elita-One

Jazz/Prowl

Ratchet/Mirage

Prologue

75 Human Years Ago Back On Cybertron

Jazz held the newly born sparkling close to him as he waited for his mate and his team to come back from a mission they had went on. The war had gotten worse than any of them expected. Cities destroyed, lives lost, families torn apart, betrayal in ranks. What made Jazz's spark sick was how many of the Autobots, Decepticons put their younglings and sparklings in the Youth Centers to be safe and they were destroyed. And, honestly, Jazz was going out of his mind knowing that there wasn't a safe place for his sparkling. Within a few nanokliks, the doors opened and the team flowed in, looking exhausted.

Prowl was right behind Optimus as they entered the base, he strolled over to his spark-mate with a dreadful look. Prowl looked down at his sleeping sparkling in Jazz's arms and couldn't help but smile.

"What happened out there?" Jazz asked, low enough that only Prowl could hear. He wanted to know what was going on, but at the same time, he wanted to go in a corner with his sparkling and stay away from everything.

Prowl sighed, he took Jazz's hand and led him to their room for privacy. "The last Youth Center has been destroyed by Decepticons, all lives were lost." Jazz felt sick. "Right now, the Decepticons has control over a couple of energon mines." He watched Jazz bring their son closer to him. "It's not safe for our sparkling anymore."

Jazz looked down. "What are we suppose to do?" He looked back up at his spark-mate. "Put Nightfire in a Youth Center? As of today, there is none left."

"Nightfire?" Prowl raised an optic ridge at the designation. It's been only two orns since their was born and they had fought over the designation for the mechling. Jazz shrugged. Prowl smiled. "I like it."

Jazz smiled, handing Nightfire to him. Nightfire stirred a bit before opening his optics, looking up at Prowl, cooing. "We can have a team talk about how we can protect him and we can take in their options and figure it out on ourselves of how we should deal," Prowl said. :Prowl to Prime, gather everyone for a meeting:

:Is everything all right, Prowl?: Optimus said over the comm.

:It's about Nightfire. We need to discuss options of keeping him safe.:

:I will gather everyone. Prime out: Prowl felt Prime leaving the comm. Nightfire now had his optics closed, as he rested safely in his Sire's servos. "Prime is gathering the team for our meeting," he told Jazz, "we will find out a way."

_(Transformers Transition)_

The team was gathered in the Main Rec, Jazz held Nightfire tighter to him as he dreaded the meeting. He wasn't dreading it, he was nervous of what was the outcome of this. Arcee came beside him, leaning to see the new sparkling better. "He is adorable," she said, as she reached to touch him. "His designation?"
"Nightfire," Jazz introduced. "His designation is Nightfire."

The black, gold, and red, with a little bit of white on his heels, looked up at the femme, in curiousity. Arcee took the mechling from his Carrier, smiling at him and showing the other femmes of the group.

"What is the meeting about?" Bumblebee asked, one of the youngest scouts in the war, as he stood beside the twin: Swideswip and Sunstreaker.

"About mine and Jazz's sparkling," Prowl said, in a stern voice. "His safety is at a dangerous low with the last Youth Center destroyed. With Megatron and his followers destroying everything in sight, Nightfire is not safe."

"We can gaurd him; take shifts," Bulkhead suggested.

Optimus looked at Bulkhead. "We could but we would need everyone in battle. Also the Decepticons might figure something is up."

"There could be a safe destination somewhere on Cybertron," Chromia said. "It can't just be all war-torn."

"There could be," Ratchet added in. "However, the Decepticons would more than likely have them under control."

Jazz shut his optics for a quick nanoklik, taking every single word that they were saying and what Prowl was also suggesting. He reopened his optics to see his son, smiling up at Arcee and all he could do was think of every possible horrible thing that would happen to him. He was giving up his hope. Until he heard Wheeljack say, "How about my protoship? It can send Nightfire off to a safe destination until the war end or-"

"We will do your protoship," Jazz interrupted him, which caused everybot to look at him. Prowl was about to say something to his mate, Jazz raised his hand to him, giving him the hint to not to start with him. "Your...protoship...are you certain it will give him saftey?"

Wheeljack nodded. "Everything has been updated. Ready for use."

Jazz nodded, looking at his teammate in the optics. "We'll give him his saftey tomorrow." With that, Jazz left, leaving his sparkmate staring off after him.

_(Transformers transitions)-_

The entire night, Nightfire was with everybot as if it was a finale goodbye. Jazz remained awake as his son was sleeping in the middle between him and Prowl. He ignored Prowl's stares or any attempts of having a conversation; the silence spoke loud enough between them. It screamed sadness and heartbreak of what was going to happen in a few joors.

"I assumed when the Council spoke a few orns ago that it might help the war," Jazz spoke lowly, really making Prowl look at him. "Help dim it down...having more power to stopping Megatron."

"We all thought the same," Prowl admitted.

:Wheeljack to Prowl and Jazz:

:Jazz here, so is Prowl: Jazz replied.

:Prime wanted me to inform you that there has been another attack. Prime grouped a team and had headed out.:

:An attack? Where? Why wasn't I informed immediately?: Prowl growled, then immediately silenced when Nightfire was starting to twitch.

:My apologizes but I was ordered from Prime to give you time with your sparkling. Also, I am reporting I am ready anytime you two are.:

:Thank you, Wheeljack. I believe we are ready now: Jazz responded :Jazz out.:

:Wheeljack out:

Jazz got up, picking up the sparkling, heading down to Wheeljack's lab with Prowl beside him. The door shut behind them as they entered the lab, Wheeljack had the small protoship all set for them. Jazz held his sparkling close, giving him a kiss on the helm before passing him to Prowl. Prowl gave him a kiss on the helm as well, giving him hug. He gave Nightfire to Wheeljack whom placed him in the protoship safely. Nightfire was still in recharge as Wheeljack was setting up the coordinations; Prowl had his arms wrapped around Jazz's waist. Wheeljack stepped back. "Are you ready?"

"No." Jazz sucked in a breath; Prowl was hiding his emotions, staying strong for his mate. With a sad smile, Jazz looked to his mechling, "The war will be over soon and I will find you." He grabbed Prowl's hand. "Your Sire and I."

Once Jazz and Prowl were finish getting one good last look of their son, Wheeljack closed the door, marking the coordinates and two kliks the protoship was gone.