Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.
Summery: (AU) The Autobots return to Earth after their war is now over. Jazz, still upset at the lost of his fellow ninja, came with them to try and keep watch over Prowl's tree. But no one knew their lives would change forever.
"blah" – Comm. Specking
blah – thinking
Lost and Found
By Yami-Yugi3
Chapter 1
After the war was over, the Autobots came back to Earth. Jazz came with them because he felt he needed to go back to Earth. Everyone was happy when the familiar blue planet came to view. Jazz couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of his fellow cyber-ninja who had given his life to save earth. "It won't be the same without him, huh?" Sari said as she came over to him.
"Yea."
"You two were starting to be more then friends, huh?"
A small sad smile tugged at the black and white ninja's lip components "Nah we were just close friends." Sari nodded. They soon landed on the planet surface. The small crew disembarked and headed back to the warehouse they had made home. Jazz went back to the room that was Prowl's quarters and take a look at Prowl's tree.
Meanwhile, in a parallel universe far out in space, a battle of two space ships where at it. One ship piloted by a black and white young elite guard mech. "I'm not letting you out of my optics, Bludgeon." The two ships battle it out, getting closer to a damaged space bridge. Neither of them was aware of the damage that had been caused as the space bridge on-lined until a warning popped up on his one of his HUDs (head up displays). "This is not good." The other ship shot at his. The black and white mech growled lowly to himself when a new warning sprung up. That's when both ships spin wildly and slam into the open gate of the broken space bridge. The space bridge sent the two ships far away into a parallel universe. The black and white mech's ship flash warnings as it spun out of control and headed for a clash landing on Earth.
To the people on Earth, all they saw was a shooting star. The Autobots knew better when they saw it. "Should we check it out?" Bulkhead asked Optimus.
"Yea, just in case it could be Decepticon related." The young Prime replied.
"Let's go." Sari said.
"Want to go with us Jazz?" Bumblebee asked. The elite guard ninja looked slightly reluctant at that, after all it had been the Decepticons who had resulted in Prowl's death.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to." Sari said.
Jazz vented a deep sigh "Yea I'm comin'."
With that the group transformed and drove off until they came to where the ship had crashed. "It's an Autobot ship..." started Optimus in surprised.
"You sure boss-bot?" Bumblebee inquired as he stepped up alongside his leader.
Bumblebee rubbed his head after Ratchet hit him on the head. "Because of the Autobot insignias." the medic grumbles.
"Oh right." The small yellow bot replied with a sheepish grin.
"We should go and see if anyone inside needs our help." Sari said.
"Sari's right." said Optimus. They entered the ship and found it only had one occupant who was currently offline from the crash. The mech looked so familiar to them, but then again not. "It can't be..." started Optimus. Ratchet moved forward once his sensors indicated that the mech was injured, but he too slowed in his steps. Sari slowly picked up the familiar visor that some how fell on the floor. The mech before them looked like what Prowl used to look like before his upgrade. But he wasn't black and gold but black and white with a touch of red on his chevron. Jazz wanted to move but he couldn't when the mech looked so much like his old friend.
"He looks just like Prowl." Sari pointed out without hesitation.
"He could be from the same city." Bumblebee said "Like me and Wasp were."
"Maybe." The young techno-organic mumbled, not quite convinced.
"Who ever he is let's get him back to base so I can get a better look at him." Ratchet said.
Just as Ratchet came over to lift the mech up is when said mech moan and golden optics opened weakly up at him. "...R-Ratch...et...?" Ratchet looked a bit surprised. Even the voice sounded like their old friend. The mech weakly stare at him before he once again went offline in weakness.
"Okay what was all that about?" Bumblebee asked looking a little confused.
"We'll find out once I've had a chance to repair his injuries, we might be able to keep him on-line long enough to find out who he is and where he came from." Ratchet replied. Jazz was still quiet at all this when they left the ship and headed back to base with the odd mech.
"You okay Jazz?" Sari asked him.
"Yea I'm cool, small spark." He replied even though his gaze was more fixated upon the convoy in front of him.
"What you think about him?" Sari asked.
"I'm not sure, but somethin' ain't right."
"Is it because he looks like Prowl?"
"Yea." The elite guard ninja simply replied.
"We'll find out who he is when we get him back to the base."
When they arrived back at the base, Ratchet took the mech to his medical bay. Everyone stood outside of the door, knowing of Ratchet's temper and would only let them come in when he give them his word. The old medic set him out on one of the few tables before turning his scanners on him, although he did find himself standing still briefly as he glanced at the black and white mech that looked just like their lost comrade. Then he shook the image and memory out of his processors and begin his work. Other then being a little under energized, the only damage the mech had was a few dents caused by the ship crashing. So Ratchet set to work in banging out the dents and setting up an energon drip. After awhile the mech started to come too again, golden optics slowly opening. The group that stood outside of the door watched. Sari's gaze flickered over continuously to where Jazz was currently leaning against the wall, head bowed and arms folded across his chest. The mech was looking around weakly for something. "...M-My visor..." Ratchet fished it out of his sub-space and pressed it into the other mech's right hand. Once in his hand, the mech placed the visor in front of his optics making the blue visor light up with power. He looked around the room taking in everyone there. "...I guess that space bridge was broken..." he said slowly then suddenly a look of shock on his face as he tried to get up "...My ship! ...Bludgeon...!"
Ratchet held him down. "You are in no condition to be going anywhere, youngling!" he growled.
"...B-But you don't understand..." the mech said, struggling to sit up again.
"Look kid, my med-bay, my rules keep your aft on that table." The medic almost snarled at him, catching the mech slightly off guard.
"...It's hard to tell if I'm in my universe or in a different one with the way you are acting..." the mech said with a smirk "...I know I'm not in mine cause of him..." The mech glanced to where Jazz was standing, looking a bit sad.
Ratchet frowned "What do you mean?"
"...Because my Jazz died an Earth year ago..."
"Who are you?" Optimus asked.
"...Prowl, second in command of the Autobots and commander of the Elite Guard of Cyber-ninjas..." A stunned silence emanated from the assembled group as they tried to process the information given to them. The black and white mech calling himself Prowl watched them, mostly watching Jazz.
"Okay...I'm confused." Bumblebee said.
Prowl sighed "I believe one of the space bridges malfunctioned when I was chasing Bludgeon and our ships were sucked into the unstable vortex."
"Who's Bludgeon?" asked Bulkhead.
"He's a rouge Cyber ninja..." Prowl said softly "He killed another Cyber ninja..."
"Sounds a lot like Lockdown." Jazz mumbled to himself more than anyone else.
"Bludgeon needs to be found and stopped..." Prowl said. "I don't want him to join the Decepticons in this universe. It will be dangerous..."
"We can lend a servo in helping you look for him." Optimus began "as of the Decepticons ... they're not really a threat anymore."
"Now, until he joins them." Prowl said.
"How about you get some rest for now?" Ratchet said.
Prowl sighed. "...Fine..."
"In the mean time we'll start running sensor sweeps for you." The young Prime told him.
"Just be careful, Bludgeon is quite dangerous."
"We will." Optimus said. As the group left the mech alone Prowl took a holo image out of his sub-space and looks at it quite sadly. Jazz stayed behind and watched from near by. He was a bit curious on what Prowl was looking at that made him so sad.
But he also knew that he needed to give the mech space, after all it seemed that he had been quite close to the Jazz in his universe. Much closer it seemed than he had gotten to the Prowl of this universe. "...You can come closer..." Prowl suddenly said "...I know you have lots of questions..."
"I didn't want to impose mech."
"...It's fine..." Prowl said. He beckons Jazz closer. The Elite Guard cyber-ninja hesitantly made his way over. "You remind me so much of him..." Prowl said with a sad smile.
"I assume by him, ya mean the me from ya 'verse." Jazz replied. Prowl nodded.
"We...we were going to bond...but Bludgeon..."
"I understand."
"Were you two..." Prowl started to ask.
"Who Prowl and I? Nah we were just close friends." Jazz told him.
"I see..." Prowl looked at the holo image he was holding again.
"Ya miss him, and I guess it can't be easy fer ya seein' me here an' remindin' ya of what ya lost."
The other ninja glanced at him "I guess the same could be said about you."
"What ya going to do after ya find Bludgeon?"
"Can't go home..."
"Cause of ya ship?"
"No...there's just no one waiting for me back home."
"What about ya friends? Surely there'll be someone."
"Sadly there is no one."
"I'm sorry ta hear that mech." Jazz told him.
"It's okay..."
"Why don't ya get some rest? Don't want to upset Ratchet." Prowl simply nodded as he shifted to lay down upon the berth, although he kept the holo-image close to his chest plates. Jazz stepped a little closer and gently patted the other black and white mech on his right forearm "Recharge well."
"Thank you Jazz." Prowl responded, offering the other elite guard ninja a smile.
Jazz returned his small smile "No problem mech." Prowl slowly cycled down into recharge. Jazz stayed a while longer before turning and making his way out of the med-bay. He felt sorry for this Prowl, stuck in a universe not his own. He saw Optimus at one of the computers trying to find this Bludgeon.
"Did he finally fall into recharge?" Optimus asked.
"Yea he did." Jazz replied as he made his way over.
"You think he's telling the truth? Not just some sick joke?"
"To be honest OP I don't know, but if he's anything like our Prowl was then I don't think he would lie ta us." The Elite guard ninja replied.
"I see." Optimus said as he went back to watching the monitor.
"Find anythin'?"
"Nothing yet. Who knows if this "Bludgeon" is really a real mech."
"Guess th' only way we're gonna find out is if we keep searchin'."
"I guess you're right." Optimus said.
"I can run a long range patrol around the outskirts of the city see if I can get a trace on this mech." Jazz suggested.
The Prime glanced at the Elite guard ninja "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Nothing to worry about."
"I can get one of the others to go with you." Optimus said.
"Nah mech leave them where they are." Jazz replied as he began heading toward the entrance.
"Jazz, just be careful." The elite guard ninja saluted him before stepping outside. He begin to think back to what he and Prowl was talking about this Bludgeon mech. According to this other Prowl, Bludgeon was dangerous and also responsible for killing his counterpart. Jazz understood that he would have to be a lot more cautious while out on patrol, just in case the Decepticon was still in the area. With that, Jazz transformed and drove off.
The elite guard ninja drove through the quiet streets of Detroit, his sensors set to their highest frequency. After all he didn't want to be taken by surprise. He didn't know he was being watched. The mechanoid that had spotted him frowned in confusion at the somewhat familiar form of the cyber-ninja. He knew he saw him somewhere before. Curiosity getting the better of him, the mech shifted from his position and quietly followed after the other Cybertronian.
Meanwhile back at the base, Prowl stir in his recharge. He had a sinking feeling something was wrong. He gingerly pulled himself up into a sitting position and swung his legs over the side, he waited for the world to stop spinning before he slid off the berth. He checked and double checked for anyone lingering around before slowly leaving. "Where do you think you are going?" Ratchet said as he placed his hands at his side.
"I thought you were gone."
"Well, your sensor were faulty then. You still haven't answered my question."
"... Jazz is in trouble..."
"How do you know?"
"I can sense it..."
"Well, you're in no condition to go after him. Jazz can take care of himself."
"You don't understand. Bludgeon will kill him! I will not lose Jazz again!"
"You don't know that."
"I do, trust me!"
"Sounds to me like you have feelings for him. You've barely met him. Let the rest of us handle this. You won't be any help to him in your condition."
Prowl growled. "I might not know Jazz in this universe, but he's so much like mine..."
"That doesn't matter. You're not fit enough to go fighting this Bludgeon character."
"Maybe but I'm the only one that can stop him."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Go lie back down. Let us handle this." Prowl sighed. He knew he shouldn't argue with this Ratchet if he was anything thing like the Ratchet back in his own universe. He reluctantly went to lie back down on the berth and try to rest. Ratchet made sure he stayed there before going to wake up Optimus.
"Optimus, wake up." Ratchet said.
"It's too early, Ratchet..." he said as he rolled over in his recharge.
"Not when there is trouble. Jazz needs our help."
"...What...?" he said, slowly sitting up. "What's the matter?"
"I caught Prowl trying to leave to save Jazz. He thinks he's in danger."
"Alright. I'll go check on the situation."
"I'll go and check to make sure Prowl stayed put." Optimus nodded as he slowly got up and started to fully wake up. Ratchet headed back to the medical bay.
He walked inside and headed towards Prowl's berth. Prowl was sitting up again, looking like he was going to get up. "Don't even think about it."
"But...I just can't help but worry..." Prowl said holding the holo image close to his chest.
Ratchet softened, knowing he needed support right now. He came over and sat down next to him. "I've sent Optimus to go after him. He'll be fine."
"But..."
"Optimus is strong."
"..." Ratchet put an arm around him.
Jazz kept on driving through the streets. Bludgeon caught up to him and transformed. "Freeze Autobot!"
Jazz put on his brakes as he transformed as well. "You must be Bludgeon." he said.
"So you HAVE heard of me," he smirked. "You look like someone I know, but that's impossible because I killed him."
Jazz growled. "Yep, you're him alright. Guess what? I AM Jazz, just not the one that came from your universe."
"Oh? I bet you will still be easy to kill!"
"Fat chance, mech!" he cried as he jumped out of the way. Bludgeon went after him. Jazz held his own for the moment.
Bludgeon smiled. "I know your weak spots."
"I might not have the same ones!"
"We'll see." The two started fighting hardcore. Optimus was on his way over. "If I kill you then Prowl won't have a reason to come after me anymore."
"Not gonna happen!" Bludgeon smirked and went for a weak spot. Jazz grunted as he went back wards a bit from the blow.
"Told you I knew your weak spots."
"...Just a lucky guess..."
Bludgeon laughed evilly. "Yes...that's what it was..." Bludgeon attacked again. Jazz flipped out of the way. Bludgeon tried again.
"Ahhh!"
"Ah, this will be fun! Two Jazzes in one lifetime," he smirked.
"Stop right there, Bludgeon." Optimus said as he pulled up and transformed.
"Two Autobots?"
"Who else where you thinking of?"
"If you're anything like the Optimus back in my universe, I'm out of here!"
Bludgeon transformed and drove off as Optimus ran over to Jazz. "You okay Jazz?"
"...Yeah... Didn't think he'd be so strong..."
"Maybe that's why Prowl was so worried about you."
"He was?"
"Ratchet told me he tried to leave to find you."
"...Oh... We should get back then."
"Need a hand?"
"Yeah," he smiled as Optimus took his hand. Optimus help Jazz up to his feet.
"You able to transform?" he asked.
"I think so." He slowly transformed. Optimus smiled and transformed as well. The two headed back to the factory.
When they got back, Optimus made sure Jazz could get to the medical bay okay. "Thanks, OP."
"You're welcome."
"Jazz, you don't look half bad," said Ratchet.
"...You're...You're alive," Prowl said as he slowly sat up.
"Yep. No one can take down the Jazz man."
"That's good," smiled Prowl.
"Let me patch you up, Jazz." Ratchet said.
"Alright." Jazz went over and took a seat. Prowl watched from the berth he was laying on.
"...I was afraid of that..." he sighed. "...You have the same weak points..."
"Will ya stop saying I have weak points? He just got lucky that's all."
"Calm down, Jazz. He might be right." Jazz couldn't help but glare at Ratchet.
"...Jazz... I'm not trying to be mean or say that you're weak. You're probably stronger than my Jazz. I just...I just know how Bludgeon is." Prowl slowly looked away as he said that, thinking of the mech he'd loved so long ago.
Jazz sighed. "I'm sorry..."
"...That's okay..."
"Alright, Jazz. You're pretty much patched up. Take it easy for the night."
"Thanks Ratch."
"...Jazz...?" Prowl started.
"Yeah?"
"Can we talk?"
"What ya want to talk about?"
"Is it okay if we get better acquainted?"
"I guess."
"You should rest anyway, Jazz. It might be a good idea to keep him company. Who knows what you might have in common."
"If ya say so Ratch."
He only smiled and left the room with Optimus. "I'm retiring for the night. I trust you two will stay put."
"You can trust us, Ratch." He smiled a bit bigger before letting the doors close. Jazz went to lie down on a berth next to Prowl. "Well...we lost our Prowl a few months ago."
"...What happened?"
"...He...He sacrificed himself using a spark jutsu...to...to gather up the shards of the AllSpark...and use them...to defeat...the Decepticons..." Tears flowed from his optics.
"...I'm sorry..."
"...It...wasn't your fault..."
"...Did you...love him...?"
"...Yes...but...I never got to tell him I loved him..."
"...I'm sorry..."
"...It...It wasn't...your fault..."
"...I know but..."
"...sniff... It's alright... He died...being a hero... I'm sure you feel much worse..."
"...My Jazz and I were going to bond..."
"...Before...it happened... Can I ask you...HOW it happened...?"
Prowl sighed. "Bludgeon was angry... He was once under my command but he got cocky, forgot his training...so I kicked him out..."
"A ninja-bot gone rogue?"
Prow nodded. "...He wanted revenge...My Jazz did anything to make sure I was safe." Jazz nodded for him to continue and signal he was still listening. "...He...He found his way back in one night..."
"Where were ya?"
"I was working late, trying to finish up some paper work for Optimus..."
"And Jazz?"
"Right by my side... He never liked it when I worked late." Jazz smiled. "...T-That's when Bludgeon barged in...He wanted to kill me but my Jazz..."
"Blocked his strike and took the full hit..." Jazz sighed heavily.
Prowl nodded sadly. "...He ran off when the other members of Elite Guard showed up..."
"I'm so sorry, Prowler..."
"...T-That was the nickname my Jazz always gave me..."
"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call ya that."
"No...it's okay..."
"...I...I called Prowl that too... So... You sure you can't go back to your own world? Even if we could find a way?"
"No...I can't..."
"I'm sure Optimus and the other members of the Guard will miss you."
"They will understand...I was never the same after my Jazz died..."
"...Well...we can at least tell them you're alive."
"...Maybe..."
"Well...since you're staying here... Want to be friends?"
"...That will be nice..."
Jazz smiled. "Alright then. We should get some sleep then."
"We should...if your Ratchet is like mine he would blow a circuit if he found out we didn't get any recharge."
"...Yeah..." yawned Jazz. "Goodnight, Prowl."
Prowl took off his visor and place it near by. "Goodnight, Jazz..." Jazz smiled as his visor offlined and he fell asleep.