Traitor- Old Memories

A/N: Soooo it's been like four years since I wrote something for Transformers! This is actually a story I started ages ago but abandoned because I just wasn't happy with it and couldn't see where it was going. So Like five years later it's back with a whole new outlook! So enjoy, I hope you bare with me while I find my writers feet again!

Just some story points, there wont be slash/yaoi in this fic and the Autobots have only been awake for a couple months.

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Today was one of those oddly quiet days. The Decepticons had been strangely absent in recent weeks, the Ark was finally running smoothly and the humans had not requested aid for anything. These good fortunes coupled with some beautiful weather had led Prowl to where he was now; gently reclining on the mountain side before he started his shift. Prowl had not really had time he could waste like this since the Autobots had crashed and awoken on Earth. Almost every waking moment in Prowl's existence had been trying to get some sort of order aboard the buried ship in-between fighting the Decepticons and running errands for the humans.

A soft, cool breeze flittered to his spot and Prowl couldn't help but offline his optics and enjoy the sensation of the chilled air flowing over his face and his doorwings. It was in this moment Prowl realised how much he missed his old life on Cybertron, his life before Megatron. The autobot exhaled heavily, his body sagging slightly under the weight of his grief. The breeze died down and Prowl onlined his optics and stared up at the clear, blue sky. Spending the whole day at his desk, inside seemed such a waste of a clear day. There was so much more he could be doing – could have done. Once again sadness swelled in his spark for the past. He would give so much to have it all back.

"Nice Day"

Prowl sat up at the sound of another. He had been so lost in his memories he had somehow missed the other mech climb up the mountainside and sit beside him.

"Good morning Jazz" Prowl said softly, too relaxed to be annoyed by the intrusion, even if it had been some rare alone time.

"Didn't think I would find you up here Prowler" Jazz watched his friend lay back down and offline his optics again. Prowl merely shrugged in response. Jazz had been searching high and low for the bot after finding both his quarters and office empty. Jazz hated to disrupt the mech's down time, especially when down time was so rare for him, but there was something they needed to discuss. It could wait a few minutes, Jazz could give Prowl that.

"Thinking about Praxus?" Jazz asked. Prowl's face contorted slightly into to what Jazz interpreted as pain – or annoyance – before relaxing into back into his usual neutral expression.

"You could say that" he answered. Jazz simply nodded, not that the other could see the gesture. Jazz had thought about home a lot recently, about his friends left behind, the war, that awful day he first met Prowl when Praxus finally fell. That day in particular had haunted Jazz. Try as he might he could never forget Prowl's desperate digging through the rubble of his home city, trying to find survivors. Discovering a broken Bluestreak underneath a collapsed building Jazz had never seen the mech so emotional in all their years of service together.

Bluestreak

Jazz sighed as duty caught up with him.

"Prowl, we need to do something about Blue"

Prowl internally groaned, it seemed he couldn't keep being the autobot second in command at bay any longer. He couldn't have time for himself, even if he was off shift. Prowl sat up again and faced Jazz, looking the other black and white mech over before speaking.

"What about Bluestreak?" Prowl couldn't help but feel protective over the other doorwinged mech, they had been through so much together.

"There was a… Commotion earlier in the rec room," Jazz paused to choose his next words, "Blue smacked one of the Aerialbots" Prowl's doorwings sunk on their hinges, giving away his blatant disappointment.

"Do you know why?" the SIC said, pinching his nose between his optics, "and what damage was done?"

Jazz really hated being the one to ruin Prowl's good morning.

"Slagged Silverbolt straight in the faceplate, cracked it good, Blue even broke Sunny's windscreen when the twin tried to hold him back," Jazz was secretly impressed little Blue had managed to get some damage on the tough frontliner, that mech was defiantly made of sterner stuff. "Blue won't tell me why he did it, poor Bolt was discussing the flight plan for their next mission with his team when Blue went berserk on him."

A dark look over came Prowl's expression, Jazzed could tell he was angry. Question was who at.

"Why wasn't I contacted as soon as the incident happened?!" Prowl said harshly, standing abruptly. He turned his back to Jazz and started to make his way down the mountain. Jazz caught his arm and stopped his decent.

"Look Prowl, I dealt with it, I was on shift, not you but I didn't come out here to get you to do my job" Jazz said sternly, "I came to find you because I think Blue needs help!" Prowl froze. He was well aware that Bluestreak was in need of help, the young mech suffered a massive impact to his mental state at Praxus. Prowl was also aware that Bluestreak had been suffering random outbursts since awakening on Earth. Prowl knew exactly what was wrong with the sniper, not that he could ever tell anyone.

"I will handle Bluestreak." Prowl said coldly, pulling his arm out of Jazz's grip so he could continue on his journey.

"I don't want to cause any trouble Prowler, I just think he's missing home, I thought you and Smokescreen could do something with him to make home feel a bit closer." Jazz explained, he remembered how close the three bots were after what happened to their city.

"I said I will handle it Jazz!" Prowl almost hissed and then continued his decent to the Ark's opening. Jazz followed wordlessly behind, feeling concern for his comrade turned friend. As the two crossed the fresh hold of the ship Jazz couldn't shake daunting feeling that something terrible was on its way to the Autobots. Things had been far too quiet on the decepticon front for the saboteur to feel relaxed.

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F/N: So just a short one to get you started! Hope you enjoy it, wonder how many of you can guess where this is going? I left plenty of hints! ;)

Any way please drop a review so I know if I'm doing rubbish