I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh

Ch. 1

"Please, Sir Soundwave, please don't take my sparkling from me." A white and blue femme with two tiny horns on top of her helm. She was struggling against the drone that was trying to take away a crying bundle. Wrapped up in the blanket was a small, newly sparked mechling. He was crying loudly at the screaming and crying coming from his creators. "Please don't take my precious Jazz from me!"

Standing in the doorway was a tall blue mech with a flat cassette deck chest, and a pair of red visors. On his shoulder was a red avian Cassetticon and beside his ped was a black feline Cassetticon. "Didn't pay tax. Does not have proper certifications to create sparkling. Payment is sparkling, obey or it will be terminated."

The Polyhexian couple held onto their crying creation and calmed him down before releasing him to the drone. "Please take me instead of Jazz. I don't want him to be raised as a slave. Please." The sire of the mechling continued to beg while the Carrier was on the floor crying.

Soundwave looked down at the sparkling as the drone handed him the bundle. He saw two tiny horns, indicating that he was Polyhexian, he was a multitude of colors, and his optics were a glossy blue when they finally opened. "Should have thought of that before creating a sparkling. Your son will pay off your debts, when paid off he will be returned to you."

The mech, drone, and the two Cassetticons left the grieving creators to themselves. When Soundwave returned to his large home in Kaon, he was met with a familiar mech standing patiently at his door. "Megatron, what brings you here?"

"Soundwave, old friend, I see you've been busy. What's that you got there?" Megatron walked over to his long-time friend and peered into his arms and gasped in disbelief of what he was looking at. "Soundwave, you can't really be serious as to raise a sparkling? The sparkling laws in Helix says that-"

The drone opened the doors for the two mechs before walking off to another part of the large mansion. "I know what the laws say, and I am serious. He will be living in Kaon and pay off his creators' debt for breaking the law in the first place. The mechling will not be raised as an adopted son, but a servant."

"But he's blind, how do you expect him to work efficiently?" Megatron asked as the went to the lounge. Soundwave used one servo to hold Jazz and the other to pour glasses of premium high grade.

"I will go to a shop that specializes in visors and have them make something for him. Megatron, I haven't failed in anything and I most certainly don't plan on failing in training this mech to perfection."

Years and cycles passed, Soundwave was sparked with his next Cassetticon and Jazz was barely five Deca cycles old. Soundwave and his creations; Ravage, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, and Ratbat were all relaxing in the suns outside their large home. Jazz was attempting to clean the statues with a small micro brush that had three clusters of bristles.

The mechling was moving his tiny servos across the smooth surface of the statue he was cleaning, not sure what it was but figured it was beautiful if Master Soundwave had it. "Jazz, what did I order you to do?"

"C-Clean Mater, I sowwy." The youngling went back to cleaning quietly. He was trying to put in a brave face because he knew that if he started crying his Master would spank him.

"Come here." He heard his Master's voice called for him. That's when the black and white mech really started losing it. His optics were rimmed with pale blue tears as he walked over to him. The mechling ran his servos across the closest surfaces and scuffled across the concrete patio, being careful not to trip.

When he was in front of Soundwave, Jazz looked down trying to not cry. "I not cwying." He tried to say confidently while he was being picked up. "I sowwy, I won't be sad again. Please don't spank me."

"You are not getting punished, now stop. I've decided to reward you for being a good mech. Now I can always take these away if you've been bad, so continue being good and that won't happen." Soundwave explained as he picked up a pair of light blue visors from the table beside him. He slid them over Jazz's optics and waited for them to do their thing.

Jazz was confused by what was happening, but not long before two sharp sensations came to the sides of his helm. He squirmed in Soundwave's lap and started crying. The visors were connecting to his processor through two small holes that they made themselves. The visual feed flickered in front of Jazz's optics, and even though he couldn't see with his own optics the visors were now playing live camera feed of the world around him while sending the data to his processor.

Jazz looked around in amazement before he looked at the chest plate in front of him, and slowly looked up at Soundwave's face. He gasped before crying even harder. His tiny arms wrapped around his master's neck. "T-Tank ch-chu Mater."

"You're welcome Jazz, now go finish your chores." Soundwave lowered the sparkling to the ground and gently pushed him toward the statue. Ravage looked up at his creator with a small rumble in his chest. What Ravage? Would you prefer I terrify the youngling?

No, but you're treating him like your creation rather than a slave. Remember that? The feline flicked his tail at the Polyhexian that was scrubbing the statue of Soundwave. Laserbeak flew over to the statue and perched on top of the helm to watch the youngling.

It was mid-cycle, Megatron had come over after a secret meeting in Kaon. An older slave was guiding Jazz into the library with a cart of energon and sweets. "Give the master his energon." The older femme said in a grumpy, snappy tone at Jazz. He stood on the tips of his ped and pulled the large cube off the tray. The mechling struggled carrying the cube over to Soundwave while him and Megatron were watching the news on the work labor in Kaon and in the energon mines in Praxus. Jazz sat the cube on the table in front of them and watched the older servant set a cube down for the silver mech. She sat a bowl of energon sweets, rust sticks, and small plates of oil came on the table as well. "Is there anything else we can do for you Sir?"

"You may leave, but Jazz will stay here." Soundwave said before leaning over and grabbed the bowl of energon sweets. He picked up a few cubes and set the four small cubes on the ground between his peds. Jazz knew what that meant, it meant he was very good today and did everything he was told to do. "Don't use your servos."

Jazz got on all fours with a big smile on his face. "Thank chu." He lowered his helm to the floor and picked each cube up with his mouth one by one. Once the floor was spotless he looked up with a smile on his face and his frame wiggling in excitement. "Can I have more?"

"Soundwave, your slave is very talkative. And how come he isn't wearing a collar?" Megatron asked Soundwave, who was petting Jazz's helm. The visored mechling was nuzzling the blue mech's knee with a purr.

"When he is older, he'll have a collar. For now, he behaves himself." Soundwave continued to pet the mechling. Jazz looked at Megatron and then back at Soundwave. The mechling sat on the heels of his peds quietly, he realized that he was probably not being good by talking without permission, so he kept quiet. Soundwave nodded in approval and picked two more sweets and sat them between Megatron's peds. "Jazz ask for permission without words."

Jazz crawled over to the large gray mech and whined while swiping his tiny servos at Megatron's knees. The youngest of the three saw nothing wrong or strange as it was how he was raised and thought nothing less about it. Megatron smirked at the youngling's actions; he started petting the Polyhexian's helm like he would to Ravage. "No servos."

Jazz smiled happily before bending down and started eating the tiny cubes. "Tank chu. Master can I go pway?" He moved back over to the blue mech and knelt in front of him with an excited smile on his face. Soundwave nodded while setting the bowl on the table. The mechling smiled and kissed his master on the cheek before rushing off.

Jazz went to his master's chambers; the room had a white floor and silver walls, there was a large berth with red and silver color schemed pillows and thermal blankets pressed against the wall across from where the door was. On either side of the berth were nightstands, one had an alarm clock and the other had a box that Jazz was always told to never look inside. There was a large circular black mesh carpet that had specks of silver scattered to give it the look of the night skies. There was a row of giant windows that lit in the rising suns and moons at night. On the floor in front of the windows was a large plush white rimmed light blue pillow; and on top of the pillow was a thin blanket.

Jazz was still getting used to the fact that he could see now, that he caught himself touching the walls or shuffling across the floor. He ran over to the window, where the pillow was and looked outside with a big smile on his face. He was so amazed by the different colors and shades of those colors that he started humming with excitement. The youngling saw the school just a couple blocks away were letting out younglings of their lessons for the day. He was wondering when he would be able to go to school.

Do I have to be extra good to go? He thought to himself before looking at the door as it opened to reveal Ravage walked in with a rag hanging from his mouth. "Avage, is it bath time?" The feline nodded and dropped the rag in his lap before laying on the ground. Jazz nodded with a smile before rushing to the wash room across the hall from Soundwave's chambers and came back with cleaner and the rag was now wet.

The youngling started cleaning Ravage, unaware of the mess he was making all over the floor from the water and suds. Soundwave returned when the young mech was pour a bucket of water all over the eldest of the Cassetticons. "Jazz! What are you doing!?" The master shouted in anger as water sloshed onto his expensive carpet.

The young mech looked up in fear and then at the mess he had made. "Avage wanted a… a… a bath." Soundwave marched over to him and started spanking him several times before looking at Ravage. You aren't getting away unpunished Ravage.

I didn't know he was dumb enough to do it in here!? Ravage said with a hiss at his creator before reluctantly returning to the cassette deck. Jazz was laying in the mess he had made; his servos were rubbing his sore aft. Soundwave picked up the mech and held him by his waist and darkened his visor. The mechling whimpered and looked down, shaking with fear.

"Jazz stop it you did this to yourself. Clean this mess up and go to your berth. You will have more chores in the early solar cycle, am I understood?" He said in a stern tone, tired of seeing his slave crying over every little thing he did wrong. I will break this habit one cycle or another.

Jazz dragged his servos down the sides of his face to clean his face of the tears. "Under…Understood Ma-Master. I'm sowwy for making a mess." The Polyhexian apologized softly as he was sat back on the ground. "When do I go to school, Master?"

"You do not need to go. You have more important things to do than go to school." Soundwave said sternly, not very pleased with his pet. "Now clean this up before I return." He left Jazz alone in the room once more with the door slamming behind him.

Jazz went back to the washroom and grabbed more towels and came back as a few of the older servants were exiting with the carpet. They glared down at him, he whimpered and darted into the room, and started patting the water with the towel. After Jazz had cleaned up his mess, he carried the towels down to the laundry room quickly and quietly. On his way to returning to his master's chambers, he stopped when he saw two Praxians following Soundwave into his office. Jazz went after them quietly and peeked through the tiny crack between the door and its frame.

"You Iaconians are very brave for treading into Kaon, especially when you have no jurisdiction here." Soundwave talked calmly while petting Laserbeak's helm.

"My name is Captain Cobalt and this is Deputy Xenon. We came to ask you some questions about missing sparklings." The oldest Praxian said as he pulled a data pad out of his subspace. On the data pad was a list of families that had missing sparklings, they were from all over the planet and some missing longer than others. But Praxus, Iacon, Helix, and Velocity enforcer squads had all decided to band together and return the missing creations to their families. They had tried to get Kaon's enforcer department to join in the search, but they turned them down.

Soundwave shook his helm, already making up his mind. "Why should I cooperate with your kind? Have you not done enough to my people as it is? Now leave before I have you escorted off my property." He looked past the two enforcers and saw the glow of the visors from the Polyhexian. Jazz, I see you. Wait for me in the lounge.

Jazz squeaked lightly and quickly went to the lounge to wait for Soundwave. He sat on the couch with a data pad in his servos and was reading. Well in his processor he was reading. "Kind of hard for someone your age to be reading a document on the creation of Cybertron." Jazz jumped with a small squeak at the voice that had spoke behind him. He looked up from the floor as he saw the youngest of the enforcers walked around to help him up. The Praxian was black, two gold stars on his wings, an orange chevron on his helm, and two blue optics. The mech crouched down and held his servo out with a smile. "I'm Deputy Xenon, what's yours?"

Jazz looked at the servo and then at the mech with a frown. "I not supposed to talk to you. Soundwave says that you guys are meanies and like hurting his friends." He stood up and moved away with a frown on his face. The enforcer moved slowly closer to him, trying to keep calm and distract the youngling with his wings moving slowly. When Xenon could confirm that he was distracted, he reached out to remove his visors but when he gave them a small tug, Jazz screamed in pain.

Soundwave and the other enforcer came in the room in a hurry. Jazz ran to Soundwave and hid behind him as he cried with fear. Soundwave put a servo on his helm to calm the frantic youngling. "I believe it wise to leave. Go wait for me in my chambers."

"Can Beak come wif?" Jazz asked with a whimper. Laserbeak landed in his arms, and he hurriedly went to Soundwave's chambers. "Beak, why are the meanies here? They aren't going to take me away because I was bad, will they?"

No Jazz, they aren't. They think that Soundwave did something bad. You didn't tell the enforcer your name, did you? Laserbeak honestly loved the Polyhexian, and she could feel through the bond how happy he made her creator. She knew that they weren't supposed to grow attached with the help, but how could she not? Jazz. Jazz?

She wiggled out of his arms and looked at the youngling that had laid on his side. His visors weren't glowing blue and his chest was slowly rising and falling from each intake. He rolled onto his side with his tiny servos curled up near his face. Soundwave walked in and saw Jazz in stasis, normally he didn't allow Jazz to recharge in his berth even when he was a sparkling. He decided to allow it just this one time. Soundwave turned the lights off and laid in the berth beside the youngling. He pulled Jazz under the blanket with his arm holding him close. The mech knew that Jazz was never going to betray him for anyone.

I hope you enjoyed :)