A History
Summary: Jazz, Prowl, and the twins had known each since sparklings in the orphanage. They all became like brothers and never separated from each other. They all got the same room. So it was when they reach majority, they were all excited. Very because a donation went to the four of them on having their upgrades which brighten their day very much.
"Prowl why don't you join us?" Asks An excited Sideswipe
"One klick I want to see if I can find my ExoPG." Answers Prowl, who is digging in a chest half his size
"Why? You can just save it in your memory banks." Says Sunstreaker who is across the small room drawing something
Prowl just stops for a moment which worrys the other younglings in the room.
"Prowler?" Asks Jazz, who sits next to Sideswipe on one of the beds, looks up curiously.
Prowl seemingly not hearing him just goes back to search for his ExoPG in silence. The twins says nothing but go back to what they were doing. Jazz finally goes back to the game he plays with Sideswipe. After a few minutes Prowl announces he wants to give something to Star Seeker (the old but kind keeper of the orphanage).
"Just watch out for the old Hag." Says Sideswipe absently as pushes a piece forward.
Prowl nods and gives a smile to Jazz before he closes the door. Prowl goes down the hallway toward the office where Star Seeker and her apprentice, Construct, work together. Star Seeker always been the nice one who supported every Orphan and each was nice to her even the 'Bully'. Construct was different, she is always being rude and abusive if didn't follow what she said. Few stood up to her but all have fail. He known Sideswipe was one of the few but had almost gotten beat if Star Seeker had enter at that moment.
Back to the hallway he stops in front of the door. He knocks on the door to get someone's attention on the other side. He rocks on his heels to pass the time while holding the object behind himself. The door opens violently and a face he did not hope for appears.
"What do you want brat!" It came out in a growl.
"I am w-wondering I-If S-Star S-Seeker is h-here." Prowl stutters out, shrinking away.
"We'll she's not here at the moment! You should be your room its already pass the time you are suppose to be recharging! If I have to put you in your room myself then be it!" She practically screams it
She grabs a hold of Prowls doorwings and drags the black and white Youngling with gold optics to his room. His doorwings slowly getting pull off his back but mostly being dislocated. By the time they get for the door Prowls back is bleeding in small streams from his doorwings joints that connect to his back. His whimpers and sobs is all you heard in the now deathly silent hallway. The door opens and three pairs of optics look up to the sour faceplates of Construct. Construct not caring about the others throws Prowl across the room and into the wall where he slides down to the floor in temporarily offlinement. She leaves without another word, an angry scowl on her face. Energon pools under the bleeding Youngling. The three others Youngling hurry over to their companion. Jazz pulls up to Prowl and moves him from the wall and steadies him. The twins go to his back and see his doorwings dislocated and bleeding less energon then before.
"Sunstreaker go get Ratchet. He said he knows about first aid after following a medic for the past few solar cycles. Get him here and fast." Says Jazz, looking intently at Sunstreaker.
Not a fraction of a minute and both are back. Ratchet has a small med kit in his hand. He kneels next to the limp black and white. The energon flow finally slowing to drips. Ratchet cleans around the wound and stops the line that broke.
"Jazz I need you to hold him against you but with his back facing me." Orders Ratchet.
With some difficult movement they get the position and Ratchet grabs hold of the doorwings. He grabs it gently and pushes it into the socket. Since both were dislocated he pushes both in and finally the doorwings are put back. You can hear the systems quietly humming.
"He should be fine but his back and doorwings might be a little bit sore tomorrow morning. If I hadn't came his doorwings would have stayed like that and they would have to be remove or he would have died. I must go before my room mates start to worry. Goodnight." says Ratchet and he departs.
The three awake younglings look horrified at what Ratchet just mention. If Prowl died they would be a broken family. Jazz took Prowl to the shared bed they sleep on and the twins went back to their own to have some rest. Jazz took great care to put Prowl in position his doorwings wouldn't hurt, after he went to other side and lays down to recharge.
_Later_
A few weeks later everything was to normal. Prowl never got to give that present to Star Seeker and she never heard what happen to Prowl either. Finally the mechs in the orphanage, which weren't many who needed upgrades yet, got their upgrades and were getting use to them. All had some different changes here and there but other than that no one actually changed much. It is one day that something change in four mechs lives. We all know the Prowl was the main core of the small group. Prowl didn't know that he is getting transfer. The mechs are in there room and are relaxing with each other. Since none habe ESL(Or education school) today it is a quiet day. The communication speaker near the door rings to life. Sideswipe being the closes to it stands up, stretches his joints and went to press a button. An angry voice rants throughout the room.
"You four get down here this instant! You were suppose to be by door more than ten minutes ago. The driver is not waiting for more than 30!" And the speaker abruptly shuts off.
"Yesh! What's her problem?" Says Sideswipe
Jazz shrugs.
"So then do we head down?" Asks Sunstreaker
"I guess so. Why are we going down anyways?" Questigons Prowl
"I don't know but let's hurry up so I can rest!" Says Jazz, jumping off the bed.
"Let's take the communicators 'Jack made just in case." Says Prowl
Everyone does and and subspaces them. They head down the staircase (Jazz slid down the railing instead) and to the front door. There Construct waits for them with a angry and impatient look.
"I hope your ready to leave. The mechs and femmes wanting you really don't like waiting."
"Wait you mean we're being adopted!?" Sideswipes yells in alarm.
Construct sighs and rolls her eyes, hands on her sides. "Yes. Now hurry up."
"And being separated?" Says Sideswipe in low voice, relization striking him.
"Yes, they all don't want four younglings; not even two younglings. Now where is that little slagger?"
She puts her servo to the side of her helm and her optics dim. Now a few minutes later a familiar red and white mechling with a grey chevron comes down. It is Ratchet the recently graduated junior medic. She all ushers them to a manual transport and tells the driver the coordinates to where each goes.
"I don't want to be separated again. I don't want to be separated again." Prowl mumbles this sentence multiple times.
Jazz and the others are worry. Ratchet looks lost and confuse at the moment.
"Aren't we old enough to take care ourselfs?" Asks Sideswipe in a whisper so the driver wouldn't hear.
"We are able to and I know a place where we can go and be safe." Says Jazz replying back in a whisper
"How are we going to get of this bus?" Asks Sunstreaker
"We jump." Says Ratchet who now puts his full attention in the conversation.
"We have miles to go. When are going to jump?" Asks Prowl who finally stop mumbling to himself.
"In a few miles." Is the planning reply
And in few miles they did just that. The bus driver wasn't paying attention and pick up a com link. The five mechs were already getting ready to go. First it was Ratchet, second Sunstreaker, third Sideswipe, fourth, Jazz and finally Prowl. The driver look back once Jazz jump from the emergency exit in the back. Prowl was about also about to but the driver stops his progress because after he put cruise on the transporter he ran all the way to Prowl. He caught the mechling by the doorwings. Prowl cries out in pain and the other mechlings who gather themselves heard him. Prowl pulls out a weapon that none knew he had and shot the mech above him in the servo. The drivers lets go to cry out in pain and anger; he makes another grab for Prowl. Prowl jumps from the transporter and disappear into the blackness that which separated the roads into two.
Author: So much longer than I thought…