Hey everyone! Well I can't believe I wrote this but the damn plot bunny wouldn't stop biting me! This is for everyone who likes Baby on Board and since I think I don't have enough of Jazz and Prowl in it even thought it's their story here's a short story dedicated to them. Let me know what you think since I kinda went out on a long shot with this one.

This story was inspired by Tailor Swift's 'Love Story.'

Also it has been pointed out to me there are quite a few similar things between this story and a story called "Foreign ways." by taralynden Which I recommend reading it is a great story about Prowl and Jazz!

We know I don't own them otherwise Prowl wouldn't have died ;)

Sharpshot sat across from Redline pleased with the arrangements. For upper class Praxians getting a pairing for his sparkling so soon into such a prestigious family like Redline's was considered a great honour. Sharpshot looked at his sparkling Prowl who sat quietly next to Redline's slightly younger sparkling Greystorm behaving like he was expected "Yes Redline I am deeply honoured you accept Prowl."

Redline nodded back "Well I am more than pleased with this match. Prowl is a well behaved sparkling and I assume he shall continue to be when he reaches adult hood. So by that I expect him to be perfect bonded for Greystorm."

Sealing the deal with a handshake Redline picked up Greystorm and left the thrilled Creator with his sparkling. "Prowl."

The little black and white looked up "Yes Creator?"

The older mech sat across from him "You already have an intended. Do you know what this means?"

The small Praxian nodded "It means I will do what Greystorm says and always conduct myself accordingly around him."

Sharpshot couldn't be any prouder of his creation "That is correct."

Prowl shifted a little "Creator I was wondering if I may go down to the crystal park for a walk."

Sharpshot mentally patted himself on the back for raising such a well mannered sparkling "Of course. Be back before night descends."

Prowl thanked him and walked out into the street.

Praxus being such a peaceful city didn't often have things such as crime or homeless, and even then they were only found in the outskirts of the city. In this area of the well off and higher class it was safe to let sparklings walk themselves to the park supervised under the watchful optics of caretaker mechs stationed around the park and discreetly inside it. All in all everything was well in Praxus and Prowl should have been one of the happiest sparklings online.

So why wasn't he?

It was every Praxians wish to be intended to a noble family.

To grow into his adult frame and bond to Greystorm, maybe have a sparkling heir of their own. Greystorm would get a well paying respected job leaving Prowl to care for the sparkling who would hopefully be paired up to it's own future bonded and then.. and then...

Prowl sighed his little doorwings drooping. Why was it that that future didn't sound that good and perfect to him?

He gazed around the park watching the other Praxian sparklings, younglings and pairs and wondered if any of them thought the way he did.

Or if he was just glitched.

Still his Creator was pleased and that was all that mattered... right?

He shook his helm willing these thoughts to leave his processor. An angry cry was all the warning he received before a black and white blur came around the corner and crashed into him. Dazed he found a sparkling about his size on his aft rubbing his helm, the mech was black and white like himself with a blue visor, but he didn't have doorwings.

The angry cry yelled again and in a flash the mech was up and grabbed his wrist leading them down an alleyway with a fence at the end. The angry voice was nearing, the small mech leapt up off the wall onto the top of the fence leaving Prowl trembling at the sound of the angry mech approaching. "Grab ma hand!"

He looked to the top of the fence confused "Huh?"

The visored sparkling said "C'mon you'll get caught by him otherwise, grab ma hand!"

Prowl stretched up grabbing the offered palm and was tugged up over the fence falling slightly onto the ground of the other side. The strange talking mech grabbed his wrist again dragging him away through the crowd ducking them into another alley behind some boxes. The angry voice cursed and thundered past, and once they were safe the other sparkling laughed. "Sorry for crashin' inta ya bu' I had ta get away b'fore he caught me. Ma names Jazz."

Prowl stared at the odd sparkling who was definitely not Praxian, still he remembered his manners "My designation is Prowl. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Jazz giggled "Ya always talk like that?"

Prowl wasn't sure how to answer that. He was brought up to be well mannered and polite "I am not sure what you mean."

The visored mech pulled something out that Prowl hadn't noticed before, it was a small bag of energon goodies, putting two and two together he gasped "You stole those!"

Jazz shrugged "I only steal wha' I need bu' can't afford."

He nibbled on one then offered one to Prowl "Will your creator not be upset with you for stealing?" Jazz finished his goodie starting on another one "Dunno ma creators are gone."

Prowl paused examining the statement before realising what Jazz had said he replied "I am sorry for your loss."

Jazz shrugged "S'OK never really knew 'em anyway."

Prowl refused another goodie that was offered to him, eating stolen goods was wrong after all, even if Jazz couldn't pay for it because he was an orphan. "You are not Praxian are you?"

Jazz swallowed the goodie "Nup! I'm one hundred percent Polyhexian."

Prowl leaned forward interested "How did you get here all the way from Polyhex by yourself?"

Jazz sat Indian style "Well I got bored runnin' around Polyhex escapin' the store keepers who were gettin' wise to ma tricks. So I hopped onta the nex' transport shuttle hidin' under the seats and it stopped, so here I am."

Prowl's optics widened "You travelled here alone?"

Jazz grinned "Well who else was I gonna come with?"

Well Prowl supposed that was true "What are you going to do now?"

Jazz stuffed two more goodies into his mouth "Dunno I was jus' gonna pass through bu' I think I migh' stay."

Prowl's doorwings twitched "Why?"

Jazz handed him a goodie curling his servos around it "Cuz I like ya."

Prowl stared at the other sparkling confused how he could suddenly decide to like someone when they just met "I do not know what to say."

Jazz grinned "Say tha' again but say don't instead of do not K?"

Prowl cocked his head "Sorry?"

Jazz repeated "Say 'I don't know what ta say' instead of 'I do not know what ta say.'"

Prowl nodded "I don't know what ta say?"

Jazz giggled again "You're funny."

Prowl smiled back looking at the goodie in his hand, Jazz looked from the goodie to Prowl's face "Wha's wrong?"

Prowl turned it over "I have..." Seeing Jazz's look he tried again "I've never had an energon goodie before."

Jazz smiled at Prowl's shortened speech then frowned "Never? As in never ever? Then ya gotta try it! I promise it's good."

Prowl bit his denta "But Creator tells me that energon goodies are bad for you."

Jazz snorted "Only if ya eat like a bunch of them an nothing else! One won't hurtcha."

Prowl looked at his face then against his inner voice telling him to stop he sampled the goodie. "Well?" Jazz asked.

Prowl swallowed it "It is, I mean, It's good."

The visored mechling beamed "Toldja so! Now c'mon I gotta secret place ta show ya Prowler!"

Prowl jerked as he was dragged to his pedes and lead out of the alley "My name is Prowl."

Jazz continued leading them into the crystal park "I know."

Prowl stumbled trying to keep up "So why did you call me Prowler?"

Jazz looked over his shoulder flashing a smile "It's your nickname. Like it?"

Prowl thought for a moment not having much experience in situations like this and returned "I guess so."

Jazz lead them to a big crystal formation on the hill "Then tha's wha' I'll call ya from now on an' no one else. 'K Prowler?"

Prowl felt a surge of happiness soar through him, Jazz was so different. Around this sparkling he didn't have to be proper, acting like a polite mech all the time. Also Jazz's good mood seemed to be infectious, Prowl barely knew this strange sparkling but he could tell already that he liked him a lot. Jazz pulled him through a gap in the crystal formation into a small space enclosed where the colourful crystals rose up meeting at the top making the inside like a teepee, the area was light from the crystals reflections.

"Wow." Prowl said staring at the space in awe, Jazz tugged him towards a large pale crystal "Tha's not the best part."

Prowl looked through gasping when he could see the whole of the park and everyone in it. "This is amazing!"

Jazz nodded "Yeah it's ma hideaway, we can see 'em bu' they can't see us."

Prowl looked at him "Really?"

Jazz sat down "Yup."

Prowl stared at the view a bit longer even if Jazz was a petty thief he came to a resolve "I won't tell anyone."

Jazz smiled "I know ya won't tha's why I brought ya here."

He pulled an item out from subspace, Prowl didn't know sparklings could have subspace! Jazz was just full of surprises.

The item was a colourful ball painted with a variety of music notes on it as decoration, Prowl sat across from him "Did you steal that as well?"

Jazz smiled sadly "Nah I told ya I only steal wha' I need. This was a gift from ma creators."

Prowl felt guilty "I'm sorry I did not, I mean didn't mean to imply-"

Jazz cut him off laughing "S'OK Prowler. Ya worry too much ya know that? C'mon let's play."

So for a while that's all they did was talk and play, Prowl caught the ball and rolled it back "Why do you wear a visor?"

Jazz caught the ball then returned it "Ma optics don't work so good, I can see bu' everythin's fuzzy so ma visor helps me see."

Prowl nodded "Ah."

He looked outside through the crystal then noticed the sun was almost down "Oh no I'm going to be late! Sorry Jazz I have to go home."

He handed the ball back and made his way out, Jazz called after him "Will I see ya tomorrow?"

Prowl paused, he wanted to see Jazz tomorrow but it was really up to his Creator, "I'll try to come back OK? Bye."

Jazz waved after him "Bye!"

Prowl ran home hoping his Creator wouldn't be mad at him. He stopped at the door calming himself down before walking into the house "Prowl?"

Prowl shut the door "Yes Creator I am back."

Sharpshot came out of the kitchen with two energon cubes in hand "Come in and clean up."

Prowl did as he requested washing his servo's then sitting at the table taking polite sips of his cube. Sharpshot noticed his sparkling seemed to have a happy aura of some sort radiating off him "Did you have a good time?"

Prowl couldn't fight the smile on his faceplates "Yes I did."

Sharpshot continued "So what did you do?"

Prowl thought quickly knowing his Creator would be upset if he heard about him talking to a Polyhexian, even if Jazz was only a sparkling like himself. So he decided to use the technique Jazz told him about, not lying but telling 'half truths' as it were. "I looked at the crystals and had a run."

Sharpshot nodded "That explains why you are so empty then." Prowl felt his faceplates heat up, he wasn't as empty as he made out to be after being convinced by Jazz to eat another two energon goodies. Still he finished his cube resuming conversation with his Creator. Sharpshot added "Prowl Redline is bringing Greystorm over tomorrow for the orn." Prowl's doorwings drooped a little "OK Creator." He excused himself to recharge laying onto his berth disappointment eating away at his spark.

He sighed trying stubbornly to ignore the sadness he felt, "Stop it! I only met Jazz today anyway it's not that big of a deal that I can't see him tomorrow." He lay still for a moment knowing that thought was a lie and he did want to see his new friend again, he sighed and slipped into recharge wondering what Jazz was doing.